151. About things that are impossible
It was early morning.
Should we say that it is the point where the end of dawn and the beginning of morning meet?
As dawn began to break, the training area on one side of the parade ground was dyed orange.
How many people would come out to the parade ground at a time like this?
If it weren’t for the patrolling watchdog, Encred would be the only one.
So, it was rare to see someone at the parade ground ahead of you at a time like this.
No, I think this is the first time.
As Encred thought, he placed his right hand on his waist and showed military courtesy.
He was a worthy opponent.
He is the one who held yesterday’s banquet and is currently the commander in charge of the Border Guard city.
Nod.
Battalion Commander Marcus received the military salute by nodding his head.
Marcus was not alone. It was rare for him to be alone. After Marcus, the two of them were together more.
The two standing in the shade at the corner of the parade ground.
One of the two, Proc, took a step forward.
Although it is difficult for the human eye to distinguish all of a proc’s appearance.
At least I could tell that it was different from any proc I had ever encountered.
There is no scar on my neck.
There are no fierce eyes.
Instead, he just puffed out his white cheeks with curiosity.
Gurgling.
Frock made a characteristic sound and scanned Encred’s whole body with its big eyes.
From head to toe.
From the toes to the head again, the gaze rests on the face.
It must be a talent to be able to tell so clearly where my gaze is directed.
“I think I need an introduction.”
Marcus said from behind.
It was a timely suggestion.
Frock stopped gurgling and opened his mouth.
“It’s a frock.”
No, you can tell that just by looking at the face.
You can tell just by looking at the three fingers, not the face. In the first place, the appearance itself is a different species.
“It’s a long story.”
After that, another person came forward. No, it wasn’t like a spiral.
Encred suddenly saw a vision. It’s a fantasy of my head being cut off. Fantasy comes first, reaction comes next.
earth!
The sound of swords meeting swords and metal struck the parade ground.
Encred blocked the opponent’s sword strike with his half-drawn sword.
When did you pick it?
If it weren’t for the instinct that came from having died so many times.
Did he die? Or did it stop?
I wasn’t sure about either of them.
“Stop this?”
I heard the other person’s voice. The voice is thin and high. She was a woman with short hair tied back.
A woman with a round face and a gentle appearance, but with a sword in her hand, was not like that at all.
“Shall we try more?”
With a voice full of composure, the blade struck again.
What can I say about this? All she could say was that she was overwhelmed.
For a moment, Encred saw a blade falling from above his head.
I also saw a blade stabbing my stomach.
I had my head cut off and my arm was cut off.
I was also stabbed in the thigh.
I even saw a sword stabbing the top of my foot.
It felt like I was standing barefoot in a storm.
It felt like I was on a small boat facing a tsunami.
‘If you don’t get out of here right now, you’ll die.’
The fear of death loomed.
No matter how many times you repeat today, even if there is a stepping stone for growth at the end.
It would be impossible for a human being to cut off and forget all fear.
Encred is just a crazy guy who knows how to fight against fear.
‘If you step back.’
In the storm of blades, Encred realized that he could avoid this by retreating.
All I had to do was step away and it was over.
You will no longer have to stand alone in this storm.
So will you step down?
“Dreams are meant to be given up.”
“Do you have a bit of a headache?”
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“Did you turn? what? article? “Something like a mercenary babbler?”
“Sorry, it was my first real fight.”
“Go back to the village. “If you want to farm and don’t like it, act as a village vigilante, and the leader of the vigilante will get caught.”
With a snickering sound.
The people who had spoken to him so far flashed through his mind.
It’s a heart that’s beating like crazy.
they said
Tell me to give up, it’s meaningless.
And they asked again.
Is the path you are taking right now?
In the storm of blades, Encred died countless times.
However, there was no darkness and there was no boatman to be seen.
Just died. He died again. He died countless times.
The light fades. Instead of the sunlight of dawn, the shadow of death falls.
Everything hit me with pain and pain.
I already knew the answer.
All I had to do was step away.
Just one step was enough.
Take a step back.
The storm of blades encouraged it. Get back, this is not the ground for you to stand on.
He said that if I would just step away, I would be free from all this pain and suffering.
I knew and recognized it.
Still, I couldn’t back down.
I also know that taking a step back from here will not have any effect on my actual sword skills, trained body, or body.
Still, I couldn’t back down.
Even though I know that everything will end if I just step away.
Still, I couldn’t back down.
A faded and torn dream asks.
“That’s how you want to become a knight?”
My heart was not shaken by the words of people I passed by in my life.
Because there is no reason for that.
But not this.
This couldn’t have happened.
The moment I decided to become a knight.
Encred had the sharpest sword.
You could call it will, belief, or stubbornness.
Because when your heart breaks, there is no longer any place to stand.
It was impossible to go back half a step at a time, or even by crawling.
Encred didn’t even think about backing down.
just.
‘It’s not enough.’
I just realized my own shortcomings.
It is the body’s coordination and sense of avoidance.
What would it have been like if I had trained it, if I had finally learned it properly?
Or what about the heart of strength?
Even techniques of isolation and Balaf style martial arts would have been helpful.
What would it have been like if, by faithfully cultivating and training the basics, you could straighten and straighten your sword like a mustache?
That all of that can become the basis for getting through this situation.
Encred could not back down.
“stop.”
The storm ended as suddenly as it came.
The moment Frock got in between, it disappeared as if it had been washed away.
“after.”
Encred let out the breath he had been holding.
My heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of my mouth.
My legs were shaking. I wanted to sit down, but I held back.
Instead, I looked at the other person. A gentle woman with short hair.
Encred focused on one desire.
I wanted to know what the trick was.
“This is my first time seeing a kid like you. You don’t even know how to handle it, but you endure this? “If you had held out there any longer, you would have died.”
The owner who brought out the storm next to Frock spoke.
“who?”
Encred asked, parting his lips that would not fall.
“me? Acea.”
As she spoke, she took a step forward.
fluttering.
The woman unfolds the cloak she had pulled behind her neck and wraps it around her body. It was a fluttering cloak.
The color was a red light that cut through the orange morning.
A person with a red cloak and a frock, escorted by Marcus himself. So who is the opponent?
“The Knights of the Red Riding Hood?”
Encred asked as if muttering, and the woman nodded.
“This is Associate Knight Acea.”
The woman’s smile was bright, a smile that matched her innocent appearance.
That was the end.
Standing upright and looking was the best Encred could do.
After that, I lost my nerve. My vision went dark and the boatman came out.
‘Is he dead?’
No, I don’t think it felt that way.
It’s not dead. So is this a dream?
Let’s keep asking ourselves questions.
“It’s a dream.”
said the boatman. Since he still has no eyes, nose, or mouth, it’s surprising that I can hear what he’s saying.
“I will watch.”
What the boatman said next made Encred have another question.
“Have you not been watching until now?”
At those words, it seems as if the boat floating on the black river is slightly tilting.
The dream ended as suddenly as it had begun.
Flickering of darkness and light.
Meanwhile, only the boatman’s last words passed through my ears.
“So you skipped training today?”
what? Why does this sound like a joke?
It could have been so. Just because you’re a boatman doesn’t mean you can’t make fun of people.
But it’s a tone that gives me a strange feeling.
Encred ignored it.
If it’s something you can’t figure out no matter how much you think about it, the answer is to ignore it.
by the way.
I thought I heard Saxony’s voice before I passed out.
* * *
Prock tried to reach out but stopped as he saw Encred fall.
Someone had already grabbed him from behind.
He has reddish-brown hair and quiet eyes.
“You’re very mischievous.”
He’s a quiet friend too.
Frog thought and looked to the side.
There, a friend who seemed quite rough was glaring at him fiercely.
“What are we going to do in the morning?”
Gray hair and gray eyes, are you from the Wild West?
After that, there was also a man as big as a bear.
“Hehe, brothers and sisters, good morning, right? “Can I ask why you are doing this to my precious little platoon leader?”
What are these kids?
Proc had this thought again.
Behind the three, a blond-haired, red-eyed man holding a sword was also seen.
At first glance, he was a northerner with notable facial features.
Her hair was a mess, and there were obvious marks of saliva around her mouth.
‘The posture of holding the sword is really good.’
I liked it very much.
Frock came here at Marcus’ request. He said he wanted to decipher a person’s talent.
Because I wanted to know if he really had what it takes to become a knight.
I had stopped by on my way back as soon as the battle at the front ended.
Frog’s eyes were different from both humans and fairies.
I discovered a talent that cannot be fulfilled through training.
Because of their unique insight, people called the experienced Procs Able Deciders and Talent Readers.
Proc, who is now out, was the talent reader.
It’s not something you can recognize as soon as you see it, but sometimes just seeing is enough.
Especially if it is a gem that shines alone even in the mud.
They were like that now.
In Proc’s eyes, they were talented, one in 10,000, or one in a thousand selected from among them.
“What about these friends?”
“Mad squad member.”
Marcus answered from behind. The general explanation was pretty much what I heard.
Did they all say they were crazy children?
He said it was surprising that he only followed his platoon leader.
‘It’s a pity, though.’
Right now, I couldn’t afford to do anything.
Above all, given the hostility they are showing now, they are not people who should be treated lightly.
Just because someone has that kind of talent doesn’t mean they will all become ‘knights’.
In reality, there is no need to receive it.
What is an article?
It is a world where all conditions must be met to even raise your toes, and it is a name given to those who only gather such people.
“It’s full of fun kids.”
Acea said from behind. She was not combative. She just did as Marcus asked and gave him the test he wanted.
Acea spoke and showed both palms. It means I have no intention of fighting.
It would be quite a surprise if Encred found out.
After the first blow, she put the sword back in its sheath and never drew it.
It was all accomplished with momentum and pressure.
Force and pressure, or pressure, cause the opponent to faint.
It was literally something that anyone other than a quasi-knight would have dared to do.
In reality, the efficiency is very low.
It’s better to just hit it once and knock it out.
Why do I need to go to such lengths to show off my energy to those around me?
The amount of mental energy consumed is also considerable.
I had no choice but to do it at the request of Asia Marcus.
It was a test given to a talented person, that was all.
There was no such thing as an ugly atmosphere.
More than anything, Marcus’s words captured everyone’s concentration.
“How is it? “Can you become a knight?”
If you see potential, you can become a squire. It was said that they would soon be organized under the command of the Knights Templar.
A gift from Marcus.
Indeed, the value was not low.
What is Encred’s dream?
What he desires, what he wants most.
Isn’t that how a gift becomes valuable?
Marcus thought he was putting to good use what he had learned in politics.
Because I prepared what the other person wanted most.
A question arises.
Acea spoke first.
“no.”
Followed by Proc.
“There is no way.”
What is an article?
Gather 10,000 talented people.
Among them, we again select 1,000 people.
Among those thousand people, select a small number again and again.
Those who enter their world are called knights.
“Interest is difficult. How about there? “Are you interested?”
Frock looked at exactly one person and asked.
Ragna is the place where large, round eyes resembling frogs draw attention.
Ragna said, blinking his watery eyes.
“No work.”
When he leaves his platoon leader, he’s just a lazy person.
Since he knew best, he naturally refused.
‘This, indeed.’
Frock licked his appetite with regret.
Looking at their appearance, they seem to be people that a female frock would really be interested in.
Since he was so talented, I thought it would be quite fun to join the Knights.
Are you rejecting this?
Even though it was a proposal from the Knights of the Red Cloak?
I can’t take everyone, but I can take at least one.
“They are fun friends. The favor was granted. Don’t forget. Marcus, battalion commander, get better.”
“Ah, of course.”
Acea and Marcus are talking behind the scenes.
Acea tapped Proc on the back.
“What are you doing? let’s go.”
Both of them had a lot of work to do.
I had to return to the capital and convey the details of Azpen’s agreement following the victory.
Besides that, there are a lot of things to do.
“I’ll just stay a few more days and then go.”
“Well, um?”
Acea tilted her head. The ponytail behind her turned to her left and right.
What does that mean now?
“Go first.”
Frock said. Ace was about to say something when she asked everything.
Actually, there won’t be any problem if you go alone.
My affiliation proves itself.
She was a member of the Order of the Red Cloak.
It was okay for Proc to not say anything.
Above all, aren’t the Procs a group of hedonists who can’t control their desires and interests?
So the answer was to let it go.
I guess it was because I was interested in that red-haired soldier.
“Okay, then.”
After saying those words, Acea turned around.
And Venjens, who happened to be on watch, also watched all of this.
I was annoyed that he did something unsightly on the night of the banquet, so I tried to talk to Encred, who came out for morning training, and saw everything.
Not everyone paid attention to him.
For Encred, the path of a knight is impossible, and that is a great thing.
There are so many people like that in the world.
“Please take care of me for a few days.”
Frock speaks to Marcus.
Marcus nodded.
The morning meeting ended like that, leaving Encred unconscious.
fantasy,
