230. Ah, that sounds fun.
‘Can I overcome it even if I know it?’
The boatman’s question remained in my head.
Encred also remembered his own answer.
‘It doesn’t matter if I don’t know.’
That was sincere. There wasn’t a single lie.
Above all, it was so much fun dealing with shepherds.
What can I say?
Half-blooded giant, Swallow, Count Molsen’s guard, swordsman with a rapier.
Others who stayed by their side.
Rem and Ragnar, Saxony and Audin.
I stimulated myself more than when I dealt with everyone.
Their skills are roughly similar, and their attitude, age, and everything could be the reason.
More than anything, I felt like I was progressing further.
In reality, Encred’s skills did not increase dramatically after one sparring or one death.
Even if your dull senses have become more sensitive, you have a bold heart, and you now have a body that moves as you want.
Even if you have superhuman concentration and can see an arrow flying and dodge it.
However, the sense and feeling of progress cannot be ignored. Only if it comes to you as joy.
“A star has risen.”
Encred went out before Bell arrived.
Stars twinkled in the sky and two moons appeared. It was a dual door.
It would be correct to say that it was a brighter night than ever before.
The autumn night temperature was incomparably cooler than summer.
A cool breeze blew and passed under my ears. This will soon become cold.
It was a short fall, and Encred liked the temperature.
Rem, who came out wanting to know something else, poked his head out of his dorm and said.
“There are still mosquitoes. “What are you doing?”
Wow.
As soon as I finished speaking, a mosquito passed by my ear.
Encred’s left hand swung up and caught a flying mosquito and killed it.
With his fists clenched, Encred turned and spoke.
“I’m going out for a night drink.”
“suddenly?”
“I feel like that.”
“Wow, you’re very sentimental. why. Are you upset because you lost again and again?”
Encred asked, taking a step forward.
“What would you do if there was an opponent you had to beat without even passing by?”
“I will crush the opponent’s head before he makes a move.”
Rem answered obediently. People like Encred tend to ask random questions often.
After answering that, Rem picked his ears and continued.
“Is that Ashu? “The captain’s question is quite unexpected.”
“Is that so?”
Encred also agrees.
Why not?
He alone has time to walk.
There is a day that only he experiences.
There are moments when he is the only one who enjoys it.
Encred’s question comes from experiencing that moment and that timeline.
“It’s unexpected.”
Encred answered roughly and walked away.
“Make sure you take the time to go to the temple, because it seems to me that your head has broken down in a very loud way.”
That bastard.
Anyway, that guy’s mouth is the problem. Thanks to Rem, the boatman also said something strange.
anyway.
Encred thought that the wall also appeared in front of him out of nowhere.
Is this a ploy by the boatman?
Or is life really like this?
An unexpected moment, a death that cannot be predicted at all. So, if this is also a wall like before, we will not be able to overcome it by what we learned through one death.
Nevertheless.
‘Ah, that sounds fun.’
Encred felt unbearable pleasure.
He walked and soon met Belle coming from the opposite direction. It was natural. She was walking expecting Belle to come.
In other words, it is the road leading to the castle gate.
“uh? Where are you going?”
Belle asked.
“Where are you going?”
“Well, I was on my way to call the captain.”
The same story as the previous day was exchanged.
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Encred reflected on what he knew.
A scream that shakes your head from the moment you cut into the priest, a roar that seems to come from the bottomless pit of hell.
Rather than a sound, it felt like something pulling my ankle from underneath.
Of course, that wasn’t the important thing. Something that penetrated my body was neither a spell nor a poison.
To put it bluntly, it is the scream of someone driven by evil.
‘for now.’
I forgot to remind myself. It starts with a fight. This is for competition. The opponent’s skills are excellent even without the sword.
Let’s see, let’s start like Rem.
Encred couldn’t hide his joy, so a smile continued to flow from his face.
Belle saw that and tilted her head.
No matter how you look at it, doesn’t this guy look like he’s not normal?
“If it hurts somewhere, you can kick it out.”
Belle spoke with concern.
“no.”
Encred was resolute. His eyes widened and he straightened his back.
“to?”
“I said no.”
Encred’s steps, which he spoke as if asking for advice, were truly light.
If they knew the situation he was in, everyone in the company would shake their heads.
Can we say that these are the steps of someone approaching death?
Isn’t it like the steps of a child going on a picnic?
Encred walked out of the castle gate with a light and brisk step.
Again, a similar conversation ends.
“then.”
Encred took a stance, and the opponent also pulled out a dagger and held it in his hand.
Joy, excitement, and anticipation pounded Encred’s heart. It made the skin all over my body stand on end.
And Encred followed Rem’s advice.
thud.
In an instant, he unleashed his mighty heart to its maximum level and swung his sword.
Juan.
Heavy sword-style lion slash.
It is a sword that extends in a downward slash form. It was an incredibly fast and dynamic knife cut that cut through the moving fuselage in one fell swoop.
The person who saw it also reacted. Did they decide that it wasn’t a sword attack that could be blocked with a dagger or something?
visor! earth!
He pulled the sword halfway out of its sheath, which looked like a black bar, and blocked it with one hand on the handle and the other hand on the sheath.
Kah-ang!
The lion’s slash was blocked. When I held on with all my strength, the other person did the same.
Grumbling.
The two swords met and exchanged greetings.
Iron and iron began to play.
With their blades crossed, Encred and the shepherd’s gaze became entangled.
For a moment, the two gauged each other’s capabilities with their gaze.
Encred once again thought that this author’s skills might be even better than what we saw in today’s repetition.
‘What if the person who originally wielded a sword used a dagger?’
Well, maybe so.
Of course it doesn’t matter. Whether the opponent draws his sword or not, that is his choice.
Encred decided to push forward with what he had chosen.
Belle, who was watching from a distance, swallowed thickly.
From that point on, the two’s swords fell.
Soon, a fierce battle like today would repeat itself.
Encred pushed his opponent away. I ignored the minor wounds caused by his dagger. He avoided only vital points and tried to cut them somehow if they were within range of the sword strike.
It is a gesture of trusting the body’s senses and natural motor skills and trying to finish it with one blow.
Finally, the shepherd drew his sword again.
It was a different sword strike than when I cut my forehead.
Ting! bang! Kang!
The shepherd blocked Encred’s light one-handed thrust as if deflecting it with a dagger, then used the other hand to throw the sword up with its sheath, then pulled out the sword and threw the sheath away.
Encred, who was equally in a state of immersion, reacted to all of the other person’s actions.
He pulled the sword that hit the dagger with force and pushed it into the recovery box, causing the sword to break heavily, and blocked the flying sword sheath with his forehead.
Even though the scabbard bounced off his forehead with a crash, Encred did not close his eyes.
If you don’t miss the opponent’s sword, you can avoid it.
There is a sense of avoidance. It’s not impossible.
Juan!
When the shepherd caught the sword floating in the air, the blade curved like a snake and tore open his cheek.
I tried to avoid it, but it was only half a finger short.
It is a fierce battle that continues in a state of immersion.
‘I could see it.’
The opponent’s skills are formidable. In Encred’s judgment, he is above Jebikal.
It was too difficult to not even be grazed by the opponent’s sword.
Of course, just because it was difficult didn’t mean I would give up.
I just reflect on what I learned from today’s close match.
Wow.
A scream rings in my ears again.
“Uh, hu, you shouldn’t do this. “I drew it without even realizing it.”
I heard him muttering.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
A loud noise that seemed to come from the abyss of hell grabbed my ankle.
My body was getting heavy.
Encred knew what had already happened from one experience.
And the pain of knowing could kill him, but it couldn’t stop.
“What is that sword?”
“… … Do you have any?”
“Because I feel like I’m going to die soon. “Just give me the answer.”
“You talk even after getting cut? What a fascinating person. This is a sword imbued with the soul of a demon. He swore not to use it carelessly on people. So I’m sorry.”
These words are nonsensical. He’s still a brainless bastard.
“Okay, I understand. Fel.”
“… … “Did I tell you my name?”
I didn’t do it. I heard it first today.
That was the end.
dead.
“You are crazy.”
The boatman came out twice in a row.
Encred saw that and spoke his true feelings without realizing it.
It was never my intention. This was just a dream, so I couldn’t hide my true feelings.
“Are you bored these days?”
The boatman’s body swayed on the boat. The purple lamp also shook.
There was silence. Although it was short, it was truly quiet. The black river did not make the sound of flowing water.
At the end of silence.
“Bitch… … .”
The boatman tried to spit out something that resembled an insult, but he just broke it off.
Encred opened his eyes and immediately scolded Ragna.
“Is there a sword technique that can block all sword strikes?”
“Where did you hear that? “It is the ultimate version of Yugeom style swordsmanship.”
The remaining sword is a flowing sword, a flowing sword.
A sword that both attacks and defends.
“Do you know how to do it?”
“The basics.”
If the speed and timing cannot be avoided even with a sense of avoidance.
‘It’s something that can be prevented.’
I decided to do that. After learning the basics of the sword from Ragna, I set out again in the evening.
still.
‘Today will be more fun.’
Thanks to the two experiences, I was able to understand some of the other person’s habits.
Today, I will use that as well.
So the third day today.
“Do I know?”
“no.”
“But why are your eyes like that? “Is it a habit to pretend to be friendly?”
The shepherd tilted his head.
Encred ignored it.
Compete again. I learned later that what I thought was a habit was a trap.
After barely overcoming it, they competed with their swords, and then competed again.
Pick.
This time it grazed the area around my thigh.
Because he was not wearing armor, the blade cut through his pants and left a scar.
Another scream, a roar from the bottomless pit.
As soon as I said something, a similar question came back.
“Do you have it by any chance?”
Why do you keep asking me what I have?
“what?”
The shepherd answered, asking why he was asking the obvious.
“Will.”
“no.”
Encred died without being able to utter a few words after that.
What can I say, this death was really uncomfortable. My throat wasn’t cut, and my heart wasn’t broken.
What would be the cause of death?
‘heart attack?’
The experience of clearly feeling your heart stop was not common even for Encred, who was dying repeatedly.
Anyway, something was digging into my body from the wound, and I was shaking my head.
That was it. If I had to compare it.
‘It seems like a bug has entered my body.’
The bug was so fast and relentless that it tore my body to pieces.
My heart was constricted and broken.
Fourth today, fifth today.
Encred honed Yugeomsik.
While repeating today twenty-eight times.
“Please take care of me.”
Now, the opponent’s swordsmanship is starting to become noticeable.
“I’ll tell you in advance, I won’t know even if I die.”
Sreung.
With just a few swings of his sword, Encred made the shepherd draw his sword.
Encred tried to avoid it and tried to block it.
So it was repeated.
The wall that came out of nowhere repeatedly presented death to Encred.
After forty-seven times, Encred muttered as soon as he opened his eyes.
“What if avoiding or blocking doesn’t work?”
It was a rare morning when Rem, who was next to me, woke up early. He opened his mouth.
“… … Now, tell me, Bosch. What did you dream about this time? When I was younger, I did some dream interpretation, so now, what was the reason for the dream?”
“A dream that kills me just by brushing against it.”
Encred was honest.
“Well, I have to tell you in detail. “You have a bad attitude.”
Encred got up from his bed and went about his usual routine.
Isolation techniques, training, and refining Yugeomsik.
“Have you already cooked it? Or where did you learn it?”
This is what Ragnar says while looking at Encred’s sword. This means that your skills have improved significantly overnight.
Encred didn’t realize that.
My mind was complicated.
‘Is it a wall that just kills a good fighter? Is that okay?’
I was thinking about the premise of what a wall is.
If you think about it, the wall the boatman was talking about was never ordinary.
‘Stab pervert.’
From the beginning.
‘Magic trap.’
In a trap that suddenly exploded.
‘I had to use only one hand.’
Not all walls were simple. When heading towards the enemy’s flagpole, wasn’t witchcraft the enemy?
So, what is this time?
By the time seventy days had passed, Encred had inflicted serious wounds on the opponent’s body.
puck!
The shepherd coughed and vomited blood as the blade penetrated under his chest.
The internal organs seemed to be damaged due to the impact, which was more like a blow than a cut wound.
“Sibeol, you’re not going to avoid that place and you’re going to attack me?”
Encred was cut by the opponent’s sword and swung the blade like a blunt weapon. The shepherd spoke for the first time. His eyes were full of surprise.
“Because I saw a gap.”
“Even though I told you that if you get stabbed by my sword, you will die?”
Yeah, I said that before I started.
If you get cut, you die. Even if you pass by, you die. I don’t want to end up in that situation. I said I just wanted to test my skills by sparring in moderation.
But why should it be that way?
Encred really, truly, truly didn’t want that.
This is a fight that pushes you to your limit, and for the first time since Mitch Hurrier, this is an opponent that makes you give everything you have.
‘If you were the wall.’
What happens if we die together?
Encred had a question in his head.
And on this 89th day, the doubt was resolved.
“Knock!”
I punched a hole in my stomach after being struck by my opponent’s sword.
It was a knife that pierced the belly skin, cut out the internal organs, and broke a few additional ribs. As soon as Encrid sheathed his sword, he wrenched his wrist away.
Blood poured out from where the blade twisted and came out. The shepherd’s complexion turned blue.
Blood poured down on the floor, leaving a wound where the pink intestines would have been visible if there had been sunlight.
He muttered, covering his stomach with his hand.
“Oh, I shouldn’t die here, I have a lot of work to do.”
The shepherd’s eyes become clouded. It was the face of death.
Those eyes looked towards Encred and then moved somewhere in the distance, in the air.
Eventually, his gaze landed on Encred, and the shepherd spoke.
“There was no need for this.”
“Is that so?”
Encred also had his neck cut by his opponent’s sword. This was what he said as he covered his wound with his hand. Because of that, his voice was hoarse. The wound wasn’t deep.
Blood is flowing, but it is not a fatal wound.
The only problem is that the shepherd’s sword is not ordinary.
In the meantime, something changed.
‘It’s bearable.’
Today is the 80th day. It was the same experience eighty times.
Encred unknowingly resisted something in his opponent’s sword.
However, this did not change the conclusion.
Death looms. With a scream, something moved through my whole body as if it were home, pounding my heart and brain.
“What the f*ck! Leader!”
Belle’s voice was heard from behind. Bell’s approaching cry must have been heard because her death was postponed.
It’s the morning when I open my eyes and welcome a new day.
Encred opened his eyes, lost in thought for a moment, and then half-raised his body.
So, I returned to my daily life, finished the isolation technique from early in the morning, and entered the dorm.
All company members asked while listening.
“Will, who can?”
Now I clearly feel that there is a need to enlighten me, at least partially.
I decided that I would overcome it when the time came.
I thought the time had come.
You won’t be able to get over it in one go.
I don’t believe that I will become a knight right away. But if it’s that convenient, now is the time to reach out.
Encred thought so.
Now is the time to walk and walk and reach out.
fantasy,
