229. Should I fix my broken head first?
“If I get hit one more time, I might really break down. Do you want me to do more?”
It wasn’t time to sleep yet, but when the sun went down and it was dark, Rem scratched his toes and asked.
This is truly an insincere attitude.
Encred was cleaning his sword and checking his equipment before washing it.
Next to him, Kreis was cleaning his dagger with linseed oil.
It’s not a meticulous touch, but it’s a skillful touch.
He was a very talented man.
Encred answered indifferently.
“I won’t die.”
To be exact, even if you die, you come back to life.
I almost fell when dealing with a mixed race giant.
It can be said that he crossed the line of fire even against Jebi Kal.
Edin Molsen Howie’s sword was also formidable. It is a sparring with a real sword. Of course, if he made a mistake, he would often get stabbed somewhere.
From an ordinary person’s perspective, it might have seemed like he was struggling to die.
This is a sparring where carelessness could lead to death. Originally, I might have stopped him, but my leader was a proper crazy person who enjoyed this kind of thing.
However, does that mean it is right to stand against that ‘coercion’?
If you don’t have the strength to immediately rip it off and overcome it, it’s like falling off a cliff with your bare body, no different from jumping off a rock that’s been cut like a knife.
“It’s no different from attacking a heavily armed cavalryman with only a quill.”
Ragna also helped. This is something you say when you wash your hair while wearing casual clothes with water dripping from your hair.
This means that it is meaningless.
Are the opinions of Audin and Saxony different?
They both said similar things while going about their business.
“are you okay.”
In fact, only Encred had different thoughts. Because you can see the way? Is there a way to deal with it?
It’s not like that.
It’s simply because I know that no matter what appears in front of me, if I step away, I can’t move forward again.
Even though the heart of the beast, single-pointed concentration, the blade of sense, and the technique of isolation gave him talent. That didn’t make Encred a genius like never before.
So is anything changing?
does not exist. There is a lot to learn, a lot to learn, and a lot to gain. But why should you avoid it?
Ragna felt something similar from seeing Encred not giving up.
‘Will.’
It is not a power that can be perfectly wielded, but it is safe to say that one knows how to wield it.
It’s just that I can’t use the technique of coercion.
No, even if you can use it, controlling it freely would be a different problem.
In other words, it is not possible to practice or train in advance.
A thrilling sensation pierces my heart.
And it was a craving I had experienced for the first time in my life. It was something similar to thirst, something that, if others knew, could be called a desire to improve.
‘More up.’
Ragna quietly sank into himself.
It was time for everyone to rest and rest. It was also the evening that Esther turned into a human being.
Did you say that now I have to be in human form once or twice a month, even if only for a short time?
Esther’s eyes turned to Encred. No, he was looking at it from earlier. Now Encred just looked at her.
Those are alluring eyes. The eye is a blue lake, or a deep blue moon.
Esther, who was staring at Encred with those eyes, opened her mouth.
“You’re stupid.”
Encred was familiar with those words. In some ways, he is shrewd and quick-witted, but when it comes to his sword and his own dreams, he is foolish beyond being honest.
Encred himself knew this well, so these words were not an insult to him.
“Can you become a person once a month?”
In response to Encred’s question, Esther replied that it was none of her business.
To be exact, he can turn into a human several times a month, but it’s still more comfortable to be a leopard.
However, Esther also has a lot to do in human form.
I didn’t forget it, but I had to reorganize the world of spells that had been lying dormant and fix it so that I could use the flash golem Bonehead that I had acquired earlier.
In the world of spells, if you don’t look back often, its power will fade like a dull blade.
“That’s stupid, it’s broken.”
Rem smiled and tapped my head with the hand that had been scratching his toes.
Encred completely ignored it. It’s that kind of evening. On a vacation-like evening, when Audin was meditating and Ragna was already in bed, Bell came to visit.
“Someone came to me asking for a competition, what should I do?”
The fact that Belle came to call him in the middle of the night means that his opponent’s skills were quite extraordinary.
“Everyone who comes in during the night gets turned away.”
Kreis said from behind, rummaging through his luggage. He finished repairing his dagger and appeared to be searching for something.
“I’m coming to see you for a moment.”
Whether it’s true or not, a breakthrough is needed right now.
Sparring with a new opponent was a breakthrough for Encred.
Although the rapier swordsman did not acknowledge it, Encred felt that his skills had improved while dealing with the half-blood giant, Jebikal, Count Molsen’s guard, and the rapier swordsman.
Although it may seem small and insignificant to others, it has increased.
They were helpful in the process of training and reflecting on one’s sword.
This is the path I took, believing that it would be of help this time too.
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Belle asked if I was going alone, and I nodded indifferently.
Nothing will happen right away.
Those people, including Rem in the back, were not very interested.
It was worth it. There have been quite a few people who have requested to spar with each other during the night.
One guy came secretly because he was afraid that his reputation would be ruined if he lost in a fight over spectators.
Another guy said he couldn’t show his skills to the public.
Both were valid.
Encred was very respectful of his opponents.
It’s a fun place to come to in the first place.
However, not everyone accepted it.
Isn’t it natural to only look at opponents who have proven their skills to a certain degree? Bell was the reference point.
In other words, if he calls me, I am someone he can go to.
“What did you do?”
“Even though he kicked the sword, he only used his fist and hand and struck it with his palm like this, and it hurt.”
Bell imitated his opponent’s technique. It was so clumsy that I couldn’t judge it.
That’s when I went to the front gate.
There was a man with hair that looked red thanks to the torch, but in broad daylight it was clearly closer to brown.
His face was young and his arms were long.
The insight learned through the technique of isolation was used to gauge the opponent’s skills.
‘I have long arms and a good center of body.’
A well-balanced body and long arms are ideal for handling a sword.
“I am a former soldier.”
Encred came forward and spoke.
Grumbling.
The wind blowing from behind bent the torch to one side.
Thanks to that, the shadows between the two tangled and fell.
“Oh, that one?”
The other person opened his eyes wide. I can’t say they were bright or clear, but their eyes were without any malice or murder.
Although he had killed people to some extent, he seemed like a person with clear standards, beliefs, or something similar.
Of course, it was just a guess.
You can’t tell a person just by looking at the outside.
A look of mischief appeared all over his face. If Rem’s youthful face had a playfulness like the skill of a devil, this one had the look of an innocent child.
“I am sorry. “Because you came late at night.”
The other person apologized first. I lowered my head halfway.
And then he looks this way with his eyes. It was a good attitude.
“are you okay.”
The man’s eyes scanned Encred’s whole body. From your chest to your toes, and again from your toes to your chest.
This is said without hiding one’s gaze.
“You have a well-trained body.”
Is it an exaggeration to say that I could feel the emotion in his voice the moment he spoke?
That didn’t seem to be the case.
“Where are you from?”
Encred also asked without hiding his anticipation.
“Shepherd of the wilderness.”
It wasn’t a long conversation. To be honest, this is a trivial conversation.
Encred got used to the unfamiliar nickname of a former war soldier.
That means there were a lot of people looking for this place.
Still, I didn’t expect this guy to come.
The shepherds of the wilderness are a group with incredible fighting power as they literally herd sheep in the wilderness.
If you look at how long their history and traditions began, they are a nomadic people who are said to date back to before the beginning of the imperial era.
Well, no matter what, nothing changes. Rather, expectations only inflated further.
The wilderness is a land overrun with monsters and beasts.
Do you raise sheep there? Of course, they are not ordinary bettors.
“let’s do it.”
A member of the shepherds moved at Encred’s words.
They have surprisingly fast feet.
Just before the opponent’s sword was drawn, Encred’s sword cut through the darkness first.
Cheering! Huh!
Pull out and cut. It was a double sword strike, a raised slash.
I could see the other person’s eyes through the blade cutting through the wind.
Before I knew it, I could see a dagger in his hand.
And Encred felt that a line had been drawn between him and him.
ping.
The porosity was low and steep.
The speed of the dagger was very fast.
The moment I recognized it, it was right in front of me.
Encred put pressure on his left foot, turned his body, and leaned his waist back.
It is a reflex response.
A sense of avoidance was activated.
Afterwards, the dagger was bent at a right angle. It is an angled trajectory.
Meanwhile, Encred had changed the sword he was holding with both hands to a single grip.
Encred swept his waist with his free left hand, took out a dagger with a black blade, and blocked the opponent’s dagger. This is an item I obtained after defeating the Black Knife Bandits a while back.
earth!
The dagger met the dagger and sparks flew.
Encred pulled the sword in his right hand in that short moment.
It is a type of drawing rather than swinging.
Instead of retreating, the opponent secured his distance. So, this is the distance that a short weapon such as a dagger can achieve.
The blade being pulled was blocked by placing the dagger blade at an angle.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
Sparks flew out at close range, but neither of them blinked.
Neither of them could catch their breath properly. We entered into such an intense time.
As if there were only two of us in this world, as if we would die if we couldn’t kill the other person.
It broke the moonlight, bounced off the dirt, and fought while being separated from everything around it.
The opponent’s hands became faster. Encred’s hands and feet also became busy.
The shepherd of the wilderness was also skilled in martial arts.
Encred also did not back down.
With neither one of them able to win, Encred forgot many things in the moment.
The place, the weather, the situation, the opponent.
My heart was pounding, longing for a short breath. Encred was locked in such a battle. He was absorbed. He was hooked.
A similar feeling dominates him as when he faced Mitch Huryer before.
At one point, he grabs the opponent’s outstretched elbow and explodes with mighty force.
Encred did not understand or calculate his own movements.
This was accomplished entirely in the realm of instinct and sense.
Grab your elbow and push it to the right side of your body, then move your foot to grab the opponent’s back. Then he raised the sword horizontally and placed it on the opponent’s neck.
While holding the enemy’s back, he sandwiched the enemy’s neck between the blade and Encred’s body.
It was a technique called the guillotine cut, which involved pressing the elbow, turning the opponent behind the body, and then decapitating him.
Encred pulled straight ahead. I didn’t hesitate. He was on the verge of taking his victory by beheading him like that.
Perfect!
I felt a repulsion from the blade I was pulling.
Encred knows that his sword is not ordinary.
Nevertheless, the sword was blocked.
Before he knew it, the sword that was on the other person’s waist was stuck between the shepherd’s neck and the sword.
In some ways, it was a weapon that just looked like a black stick.
“hot!”
The shepherd let out a sigh. At the same time, he rocked his body back and forth and pushed his back against Encred’s chest, which was close to him. Even though he unleashed his mighty heart, Encred was pushed back.
The strength of the opponent was formidable.
The shepherd turned around. Before you know it, what appears in those eyes is the intent to kill.
Encred also put his life into it because he couldn’t be pushed around.
From bottom to top, move your left foot out and do a double sword strike again.
Power and weight, rotation and timing.
Encred felt happy because everything matched.
At the same time, the raised sword met the opponent’s black baton.
Boom!
Something similar to binge drinking occurred. I’m with him. The sheath broke as if bursting open, and the blade protruded from within it.
Encred reacted, but could not do anything until the blade grazed the tip of his forehead.
Immediately after being cut, the opponent suddenly muttered and took a quick step back.
In other words, immersion was broken.
“Ah, I shouldn’t use this.”
His muttering caught my ear a beat late.
“Holy shit. I’m sorry.”
The guy said.
“what… … .”
Encred had a hard time finishing his sentence.
What is this.
Something seeped into my body starting from my forehead.
poison?
No, it’s different from that.
It’s something different from that.
“Is there a priest nearby? “He might be able to survive if he goes fast, but it’s already too late.”
The shepherd was so embarrassed that his words became incoherent.
Terrible pain starts from the forehead and spreads throughout the body. She let out a squeal from somewhere along with him.
“Well, this is it. You shouldn’t cut people carelessly… … This sword cuts a person’s soul. “You can survive if you overcome the cut the moment it gets cut, but haha, I guess it’s too late.”
The explanation was more hesitating than necessary.
Without even understanding, Encred felt that something was squeezing his heart.
The shepherd was right.
I don’t understand everything, but I heard that the last one is too late.
Something that I could not overcome with what I had learned was eating away at my mind.
My vision became increasingly dark.
I thought I had experienced countless things in the past, but this was my first time experiencing a death like this.
Something was gnawing at my head, throbbing and tearing.
It was also something physical.
In reality, something like black soot appeared on Encred’s forehead.
Still, it wasn’t unfair.
Immersion and concentration.
It was a truly meaningful time.
It was difficult to distinguish between the opponent’s skill and one’s own skill.
The shepherd fought well.
Benefits of the weapon? If this is a fight of death and death, then of course it is the right thing to do.
Of course, it was sparring now, and I ended up like this because I was too immersed in the fight itself.
It wasn’t an intentional cut, it was a reflexive response. I liked that too. He did it himself too.
Encred couldn’t possibly blame his opponent.
During the last guillotine cut, he also tried to cut off the opponent’s head.
If you stop there, you will lose.
What can I say?
There is a moment when you hate losing even if it means beating you to death.
I felt something similar to the person in front of me right now.
‘why?’
It’s not that I’m not obsessed with winning, but if I could learn from it, if it were today, I wouldn’t put too much weight on defeat.
If it weren’t for that, Jebikal or anyone else would have risked their lives to decide the match.
Encred was accustomed to devising and recovering.
Therefore, it was easy to understand his complex thoughts.
‘ah.’
A brief realization came.
The person in front of me resembles the kid I met when I was just wandering around the continent.
This is the person who made a hole in his own stomach while claiming to have held the sword for only six months.
Of course, that child didn’t appear when he grew up.
He was the person who made me think of that moment.
The location, time, and weather were all the same. That youthful innocence on the other person’s face.
That’s why I didn’t want to lose.
It reminds me of the child who broke my first child.
Because he had made that child his goal for a while.
“Anyway, I’m sorry for killing you.”
The attitude was also similar. The shepherd bowed his head roughly.
This bastard.
I’m sorry, but isn’t there an attitude that there is nothing you can do? The shepherd turned around. Then she added one thing.
“If he survives, let’s assume I owe him something. “I am Fel the shepherd.”
The guy just kicked it out. It seemed like he knew full well that he would be in trouble if he continued like this.
Encred fell forward.
While I was falling down, all I could think about was if this wasn’t poison, what could it be?
And so, he dies from only a scratch on his forehead. It’s death.
I heard the strange screams of a woman right before she died, and I also heard the cries of those who seemed to have come from the bottom of hell.
It was a strange thing.
When I closed and opened my eyes, I saw the black river of yes.
The boatman smiled, holding a purple lamp.
“Can I overcome it even if I know it?”
the boatman asked.
Encred answered calmly.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know.”
If you get cut by a sword, you die. Then it’s okay if you don’t get cut.
No, even if you get cut.
‘Once more.’
I want to experience that moment of immersion and that time again.
I wanted to fight that shepherd again.
Regardless of whether you win or lose, isn’t this an opponent that fills your whole body with joy just by fighting?
That’s why Encred was sincere.
“… … Should I fix my broken head first?”
With those words, Encred lost consciousness again.
By the way, does that boatman also hear sounds from outside?
The ‘Broken Head’ fired by Rem has reached here.
Anyway, Rem is the problem.
It’s a new day again.
“If you do it again, you might get kicked out.”
It’s the same evening again.
“It’s none of my business. Rem bastard. “You teach Dunbakhel properly.”
“… … “Why does it seem like you’re treating me more harshly than usual?”
Rem expressed a question, but Encred did not answer.
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