155. Proc, Ruagarne
Proc, Ruagarne looked blankly at the man wielding the sword.
The blade fell.
From top to bottom.
Hung.
A loud noise rings out. The scent of iron tickled Froc’s nose.
Ruagarne’s talent for reading was to look directly at the opponent’s sword and understand it.
Extremely serious.
Be extremely cautious.
How can I try to do my best every day, every hour, and every moment, even though I’m being thrown around every time and every hour?
When the man ate breakfast, he swung his sword, and when he let go of his sword, he rolled his body.
I sat down and stood up repeatedly, holding a heavy rock or something like that.
After eating lunch, I swung my sword again. Even when I went to run errands, I carried a sword with me.
We sometimes did training to avoid stones, and we were also good at sparring.
The opponents were people who were members of my unit.
All of them had abilities far superior to men.
‘Are they the ones who have surpassed the limit, or rather the limit?’
How does the talent reading eye work?
Observation and insight, attitude and attitude, and the speed at which skills progress.
I see and feel these things as a keynote.
To put it bluntly, it was a feeling.
The realm of sixth sense, intuition, and instinct.
How is discrimination made in the realm of intuition, sixth sense, and instinct?
I know this because I have seen people who have already lived that way.
They said it was a job that required experience.
In that respect, Rua Garnet was exceptionally rare among procs who had an eye for talent.
In other words, I had a lot of experience.
I’ve seen countless people go beyond their limits by swinging their swords.
As I watched and watched it again, I started to feel it at first sight.
Ruagarne’s instincts repeated this countless times.
‘The author cannot be a knight.’
If I were to put into words the conditions for becoming a knight, the first thing is to reach human limits.
Even this requires one out of dozens or hundreds of talents, but anyway, this is how it starts.
Next is to cross the line called limitation.
Even this is a talent that can only be found among thousands.
After meeting and exceeding the limit.
‘Realize Will.’
Most people get stuck here. This is a path that cannot be traversed with talent alone.
The funny thing is, people who are said to be exceptionally talented usually set their limits low.
The two letters ‘best’ make us question whether it is really the best.
To put it briefly.
‘It’s rare to find someone who works hard.’
So when Ruagarnet deciphers talent, he looks at two things.
First, do you have a talent for using your body, whether swinging a sword or fistfighting?
Do the two have the will to move forward?
What is the will to move forward? Do you have the strength to believe in your talent and overcome the boring and arduous path without being arrogant?
The second talent cannot be deciphered by intuition. You have to take the time to look at it.
However, there was no need to see the second if it didn’t work out the first.
‘I wonder why.’
Ruagarnet caught the eye of a man who repeatedly trained his sword by swinging it again and again in the morning and evening and sparring with it.
Of course, appearance also played a role.
Frock’s aesthetic sense is unique, and he doesn’t care about the beauty and beauty of humans.
In that respect, along with Encred, all the surrounding platoon members passed the test.
‘cancer.’
Even so, it remains.
Encred has black hair, blue eyes, and is upright and upright. To use Ruagarne’s own expression, he is a man with a great pitch.
What about a friend named Rem?
First of all, if we look at talent, all of them, including Rem, passed the test except for ‘Will’.
As for Will, well, luck also has an effect.
There is nothing you can do about that part. A Proc’s eyes see possibilities, not those of a seer.
Anyway, talent aside, it was still fun to watch.
Rem’s gray hair and unruly personality were like a blade without a handle.
If he were to introduce Lem to another Proc, he would do so.
He has a dangerous charm.
The man named Saxony was similar, but he was a little different.
Reddish-brown hair and dull eyes.
‘That’s, um, a poisonous flower that you shouldn’t touch.’
It reminded me of a flower that looks nice on the outside, but becomes addictive the moment you touch it.
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A type of flower called a poison flower.
What about Auddin?
Regardless of skill.
“I guess I should call you sister.”
His keen eye was delicate, independent of his size and appearance.
A delicate bear, it looked just like that.
Ruagarne is a female prog, and it seems like everyone in the platoon is aware of it.
I recognized this large platoon member at first sight.
Everyone was very alert.
‘I like blonde hair and red eyes, too.’
Ragna, from the north, looks like the languid afternoon sunlight.
Sometimes it flares up, but mostly it does. Full of talent? In Ruagarne’s opinion, Ragna was the best among them.
But talent and ability are not proportional.
She knew that from experience.
How did all these guys gather here?
‘I think a few people have tasted the end of Will.’
Just because I’ve tasted the end doesn’t mean I’ve realized it.
The knight’s path is that rough, high, and steep.
There are countless people who stay in that state and become stagnant.
Ruagarne’s gaze still rested on Encred.
I follow and record his every movement with my eyes.
While repeating all of this, the most surprising thing was, of course, the man in front of me.
“Whoop.”
Encred took a deep breath and moved. Sweat sprays into the air along with the movement.
It is called a double cut, horizontal cut, or rotation cut.
It was a sword that used the center line of the body and struck with all force using the left foot as the axis.
‘Where did you learn it?’
I learned it properly. The basics were solid.
There.
‘I don’t know how to give up.’
It’s only been a few days, but there’s no change. It’s consistent. Geniuses often show incredible growth in just a few days.
From that perspective, one might wonder how Encred developed such skills.
It’s hard to even try if you don’t see yourself growing.
So, if you don’t feel admiration, it’s a lie.
Being intoxicated by desire was literally the purpose of life for Proc.
She was faithful to her desires.
Each proc has a different type of desire.
Some people bet everything on ‘spiritual love’.
Another proc bets his heart on achieving accomplishments through training.
Ruagarne was vulnerable to the ‘unknown’.
Even though she has lived as a proc for a long time, she is now facing an unknown that she has never seen before.
“Aren’t you bored just looking around?”
Midge asked.
Ruagarne gurgled and laughed.
My cheeks were swollen.
“You want to see my weapon?”
“I think it’s closer to wanting to deal with it rather than just looking at it.”
A man who never gives up challenges his limits.
There were many people like this. Ruagarne has seen so many humans.
but.
‘He’s a really amazing guy.’
This is my first time crawling without shaking at all. I really don’t see any shaking.
There is no such thing as frustration or despair. I completely forget about that. After accepting and acknowledging what you have, do what you can.
Even if they say this, how many people can put it into practice?
‘I think it’s just him.’
Regardless of the talent he had, his willpower to move forward shined.
It’s so dazzling that I can’t open my eyes.
‘If the coin thrown by Lady Luck falls vertically instead of back and forth.’
The coin thrown by Lady Luck has heads and tails, but there is an absurd probability that it may end up not on heads or tails.
Because luck, as always, makes no sense.
‘If, if that happens.’
If the man in front of me realizes Will.
It’s thrilling. The satisfaction of something unknown warmed Ruagarne’s heart.
Ruagarne stood up.
“Shall we play?”
It was natural that she was interested.
Other people might think I stayed because of Ragnar.
‘I’ve seen people like that countless times.’
Ragnar is not unknown to her.
Only the man in front of me is like that. It’s unknown. So much so that the name Encred is engraved in my mind.
‘It’s been a really long time.’
Proc and Ruagarne felt like having a spiritual love for the first time in a long time.
* * *
‘Becoming a knight.’
Now it’s stuck in my head. A milestone has been set.
Facing your limits.
This is something I have done countless times until now.
“People don’t know their limits. “Then what should I do?”
Ragnar showed the way.
There was an answer to the question.
“I have to keep walking.”
All you have to do is crawl.
So, you just have to say the same thing and do what you do.
Face your limitations, break them, and move forward.
From the moment you surpass that limit, you can awaken the unknown power called ‘Will’.
A simple and clear fact.
Encred knew his talent well.
He always agreed, acknowledged, and tolerated.
I just didn’t get frustrated after accepting, tolerating, and acknowledging.
“What a whip.”
Encred looked up at the sky and muttered.
There was a prejudice that most frocks used blades. It was literally a prejudice.
The proc in front of me used a whip.
The handle is shaped like a loop or a circle.
It is a whip that is about half the length of a spear.
It curved like a snake, wrapped around my ankle and pulled.
Cut, block, and dodge.
After ten sums of effort, my aim didn’t work and I fell backwards.
‘Why didn’t it work?’
This is a question to consider. If you find an answer after much thought, it will give you the strength to move forward once again.
“You seem like a very interesting person.”
Frock said.
“The name?”
Only then did Encred ask his name.
“Rua Garne, you can call me Rua.”
“You can call me Enki.”
It was not a full statement. I don’t know how long it will be by confirming each other’s names, but I’m just trying to make our time together a little more smoothly in the future.
Encred answered and stood up.
Even though I collapsed, I still had a lot of work to do before I could rest.
The training started early in the morning, and it was now past lunch, so it was still time to move my body.
“Once more?”
Encred asked as he got up, and Ruagarne burst out laughing at that question.
“It’s good.”
Grab the sword again. Compete and confront. Search for a new path. I think about what Will is and think about ways to reach the limit.
That was the thing to do.
Encred continued to swing the sword and worked on training it.
I occasionally watched Finn and Audin compete.
It was a battle between Ailkaraz-style martial arts and Balaf-style martial arts. It was bland than I expected, but there was something to learn here too.
Saxony was still often away.
Kreis groaned as he looked at the map he had gotten.
A month after the battle, the days began to get warmer.
Even when I stood still, I was sweating secretly.
“This battle was a great victory, and the kingdom’s territory increased. Congratulations on that victory!”
A festival that was not a festival was also held once. It was different from previous parties. Food and alcohol were distributed throughout the city.
Encred swung his sword even then.
“You are such a boring person.”
Frog loved the festival. Isn’t having fun and having fun the purpose of life?
Even then, Ruagarne watched Encred swinging his sword.
In fact, swinging a sword every day couldn’t be more fun than a festival.
‘Why is this so enjoyable to watch?’
It’s unknown. It’s unknown. So it was fun.
Time passed. There was a declaration of Azpen’s surrender.
Three months have passed.
* * *
Now, even if I stay still, I’m sweating profusely.
“It seems like summer is a little longer this year.”
Rem muttered.
Encred listened to those words and swung his sword.
Three months later, Proc Ruagarne was still there.
The pin didn’t even turn.
She was originally a scout.
I think it’s time to leave for a new platoon.
“Nothing has been said yet.”
Has the battalion commander forgotten her? Or are you leaving it here because you think it suits you?
It was none of my business.
Just swing and swing again.
I spent three months like that.
“Rem, Rem.”
For three months, Proc kept talking to his platoon member.
“why?”
“How did you teach that?”
Frog stuck out his long tongue.
“Hehe, I would have been more shocked if I had seen my old self.”
Rem answered with a smile.
It was like that. Frog was also impressed. Because Encred’s skills aren’t improving.
Even though he was swinging and training his sword every day, Encred was stagnant.
That’s how she saw it.
So I couldn’t help but admire it even more.
Effort was also a talent.
You can only make an effort by swinging a sword, training your body, and seeing it grow.
‘What is that really thinking?’
Froc was just curious about what was going on in Encred’s head.
Encred was at a standstill for three months.
That’s how she saw it.
Although Encred thought otherwise.
fantasy,
