35. He was purely happy.
Although the members of the Troubleshooting Squad all had strong personalities, they all had something in common.
It means that you don’t have much interest in your surroundings.
Among them, Ragna was the type who was not only more oblivious to the people around him, but also didn’t really care.
‘Fill your stomach roughly, fight roughly, live roughly.’
I live so roughly and sleep a lot.
Because Ragna is such a person, Encred was surprised to see him volunteer for the scouting party the other day.
That Ragna is saying he will go scouting instead?
Has our lazy squad changed?
That wasn’t it.
Ragna was moody and moody.
Although I was intoxicated by the atmosphere at the time, I probably decided not to go after a day or even half a day.
I probably wouldn’t have sent it in the first place because I expected that.
It was not for nothing that Encred handled most of the troublesome missions in the troublemaker squad.
In some ways, Ragna could be said to be the exact opposite of Encred himself.
He was unmotivated in everything, and Encred was the type of person who spent his time swinging his sword.
Of course, Ragna also swung his sword sometimes.
As we saw when he returned, there were times when he hung out with Rem, and there were times when he was active on the battlefield.
Of course, every time Ragna muttered, ‘I didn’t mean to.’
Encred knew Ragnar like that, so he was surprised that he showed interest in him.
‘For what reason?’
It was truly rare.
Sometimes I ask questions and make demands.
Because he wasn’t the type to keep an eye on me for days like this and organize questions in earnest.
Encred lowered his hand from scratching his forehead.
Among the squad members, Rem is the more active one, but even she only interacts with people outside of certain boundaries.
If you look closely, you can see it.
This is the type that doesn’t let people into the line.
In some ways, it can be said that he is a more picky type than a lazy person like Ragna.
Still, Rem says what he has to say.
Ragnar is the type of person who doesn’t often say necessary things.
That was Ragnar’s question. So it was fascinating.
I looked into Ragna’s eyes for a moment.
A quiet silence passed between the two.
Encred stared as if they were having a snowball fight, then immediately raised his head.
I could see a sky without a single cloud.
Although it has been raining often lately, I could see a bright blue sky without even a small cloud.
My heart suddenly opened.
As I looked up at the sky, my thoughts about why he was doing this, why he was asking this question, and whether my guess was correct disappeared.
Encred put away his worries.
I asked, so I answer.
Whether dealing with a sword or dealing with people, I just do my best in everything.
‘Since when have you been thinking about this?’
Even if you do your best in everything, what you want is far away, so you always live a life of longing.
Ragna asked.
Why do you do that?
This probably means swinging the sword whenever you have the chance.
Perhaps it refers to an attitude of not treating anything with vain.
It was probably asking about the mindset of not giving up despite poor skills.
So Encred answered the question with a question.
“What if I had used the sword well?”
The outskirts of the temporarily built camp.
In a place without any shade, with the sunlight surrounding the two, Ragnar’s gaze rests on Encred’s face. Encred opened his mouth again.
“What would have happened if that were the case? “What could have been?”
Encred’s voice was eloquent. It seemed like a well-made instrument.
At least that’s how it sounded to Ragnar.
It wasn’t an excited voice, nor was it a dejected voice.
It was so leisurely and calm, as if reading a storybook to a child.
“Now I swing my sword to survive. But I don’t want to live like that.”
As he spoke, Encred swung his sword. Vertically from top to bottom.
humming.
The blade cut through the air, spreading a unique scent.
The scent of the battlefield mixed with the smell of iron tickled the tip of Ragna’s nose.
Encred continued what he was doing regardless of whether Ragnar was by his side or not.
Training the sword.
From top to bottom.
From bottom to top.
Diagonally to the side again.
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Soon, he bound an imaginary opponent and pretended to pull the sword with the sword, striking with the back of his head.
Lagra stared at the squad leader without answering.
The lowest-ranking soldier of the Kingdom of Naurilia.
Ragna knows that the skills of the troublemaker squad leader are not at the lowest level.
But that doesn’t mean he was a high-level swordsman or warrior.
Even if you enter the mercenary industry now, your level is at best slightly better than average.
If you are a mid-level mercenary, you cannot say that your skills are that outstanding.
Ragna was once deeply involved in the mercenary world, so he knew the level of mercenaries well.
When it came to swords, he had as much natural insight as Frock.
He could gauge the squad leader’s skills and know his limitations.
‘It’s already too late.’
It started off wrong.
From the moment I picked up the sword, I had to stick to the basics. His lack of talent cost him his opportunity.
What is the current squad leader like?
It was as he said.
The struggle to survive, and the skills he had honed for that purpose, caught up with him.
Among the things the squad leader has, there are about two things that are useful.
Taught by Rem, a barbarian who is not talented but has decent skills.
Then suddenly his skills improved and he started stabbing.
Excluding those two, the basics are lacking, and the only techniques that always rely on shortcuts are.
That expedient was the problem.
Ragna showed his insight to the fullest, but instead of telling him about it, he asked about the part that bothered him.
“Once you become good at using a sword, what will you do then?”
Encred stopped swinging his sword.
Sweat ran down my forehead, beaded on the tip of my chin, and dripped onto the floor.
The sweat that fell on the dirt I stepped on quickly seeped into the dirt.
Sunshine, sword, wind, sky.
With everything in his heart, Encred spit out a dream he had replayed countless times.
“I want to be a knight, a knight who runs toward the end of the battlefield.”
“why?”
Ragna asked back. It was a natural question for him.
Ragna saw a path.
A path where you can clearly see your destination without having to experience it.
So will that path be enjoyable?
Even after arriving at my destination, there was no way I would have the will to walk that path, since there was nothing to do and nothing I wanted to do.
Ragna did that.
He was a wanderer who could see a destination and a path, but did not want to walk and could not walk.
“Do I have to have a reason for wanting to become one?”
Encred asked back.
This is a dream. It’s romantic. It is his life and the days that have passed.
At the same time, it was also a childhood dream that fascinated me.
How much have you thought about your dreams over and over again?
There is no reason for wanting to become one.
But I have no intention of ending it with just what I want to become.
“I want to live as I think is right. “I want to take up the sword for the poor and the sick, I want to take up the sword for honor, and I want to take up the sword for the people I love.”
What is an article?
Is it just a murder weapon that is good at killing and fighting well?
Knights were often called that.
A combat weapon specialized for killing something.
However, if the knight Encred dreamed of was just like that, he would not have been able to swing a sword until now.
A person who expresses his will with honor, faith, and the sword.
A sword with chivalry that most people don’t find anymore.
As Encrid spoke, he thought of Kraang.
Why were his words so powerful?
How did his words attract everyone?
I felt like I knew a little bit now.
That’s because it contains sincerity and sincerity.
That was the basic.
So Encred also spoke with all his heart.
That came as a shock to Ragna.
Of course, Encred didn’t know because he didn’t show any such votes.
Ragna asked himself a question.
I want to live as I believe is right, but why do I need a sword?
This is because without force, it is difficult to realize what one believes.
There was always an emptiness in his heart.
That was the cause of his helplessness.
But now, while talking to Encred, a different flame burned in his heart instead of the feeling of helplessness.
Ragna was deep in thought as the flame began to bloom in his chest.
I sat down on the grass on one side of the plain.
What is a knight, and what is a sword?
The worries continue to come to a conclusion.
‘You won’t know unless you walk down the street.’
He found justification for walking down the road.
Encred let go of him and swung his sword again.
In the silence, only the sword, the sky, and the wind came and went.
Because it was a little far away, you could hear the noise of soldiers in the camp on one side, but other than that, it was quiet.
The silence didn’t last long.
“Do you want to learn sword training?”
Ragna opened his mouth, looking blankly at a sharp stone stuck in the ground.
Pop!
Sweat spattered in the air along with the sharp thrust.
Encred stopped in that position. He answered while taking a deep breath and keeping his gaze on the tip of his sword.
“huh.”
It was a plain and calm tone of voice.
If there is an opportunity to learn, do not miss it. It was a natural thing for Encred.
Ragna was surprised at what he said and what he said.
‘why me?’
But I soon realized why.
I half want to show the struggling squad leader the right path.
The other half was for himself.
‘As long as the squad leader is nearby.’
You move with all your might without even realizing it.
When I see Encred live, I get inspired.
Ragnar needed stimulation. A stimulus that will help you walk down a long and boring road.
The presence of the squad leader was a stimulus to him.
If he is there, I will train, however clumsily.
The moment I see him improving, I feel energized like never before.
I sparred with the squad leader, tried to go on reconnaissance instead, and even warmed up through REM.
It was rare.
At least that was the case for Ragna himself.
So what happens if you teach a squad leader?
It was an act closer to selfishness than altruism.
And Encred didn’t worry about the reason.
‘Why is he like this?’
Even though he didn’t ask me to do anything, he willingly came forward and showed me the sword.
This was possible because he bothered Rem when he learned the Heart of the Beast.
What about learning something from Saxony?
It all happened because he himself took the initiative.
But not this time.
After staring at me for a few days, he suddenly approached me, asked me a few questions, and said he would teach me how to use a sword.
I thought it was a good opportunity.
So I didn’t want to ask why.
Even when Ragnar was sparring, he kept quiet about swordsmanship other than the necessary movements.
Encred was like a hungry hunting cat when it came to his sword.
During the sparring, he asked countless times and attacked more, but Ragna avoided answering.
But now they are telling me right away.
“Then first.”
Ragna stood up, dusted his butt, and purred his lips.
He seemed to be choosing his words.
Encred waited calmly, lowering the tip of his sword.
While he was waiting, what Rem said came to his mind.
“It’s a bit weird for me to teach swordsmanship.”
Rem was good at using not only an axe but also a sword. Encred had seen him cut and stab enemies with his sword time and time again.
“I just use my intuition, and this isn’t something you can teach. So, it would be a good idea for the squad leader to learn more systematically.”
I didn’t think it was because I really didn’t want to teach. I don’t think it’s because he feels sorry for his own skills.
If that were the case, I wouldn’t have told you about the heart of the beast.
At that time, I thought that was it and moved on.
Ragnar spoke to Encred, who was lost in thought.
“The things I learned from the barbarian about animal intestines and conscience.”
… … It is the heart of the beast. How does this become the intestines of an animal?
If Rem heard it, he would have swung the ax right away.
“One stab.”
Ragna continued speaking and looked straight into Encred’s eyes.
“Other than that, I think we’ll have to rebuild from scratch. Is that okay?”
Encred, unable to understand for a moment, tilted his head.
“So you have to rebuild from the basics. Can you do it?”
Ragnar knew no other way to teach and learn the sword.
Encred found it difficult to accept for a moment.
“why?”
Valencian mercenary sword.
No matter what others said, I thought it was a great technique and sword.
“If you keep using that mercenary sword, you won’t be able to get any better than you are now.”
Afterwards, Ragnar continued his explanation.
The examples were poor and the explanations were not clear, but Encred quickly understood.
There was one key point.
The current state has clear limits.
Even if you train like you do now, you can still move forward.
However, the speed will be slow and the limit will not be exceeded.
When I asked him why, he said it was because he learned too many miscellaneous things.
“The bottom line is that the basics are lacking.”
I never thought I would hear something like this.
No matter where I went to a training center with silver or gold coins, they always emphasized the importance of basic skills, so I accepted and invested quite a bit of time.
When I thought about it carefully, I realized that it was possible to hear something like this.
I was in a situation where I had to pay money every time to learn.
Encred was not able to develop basic skills during that time.
So, I did the cutting and stabbing, which I thought was basic, by myself.
That was the problem.
A brief moment of enlightenment comes. Encred was instantly filled with joy and his whole body trembled.
The hand holding the sword trembled.
Because I could see the way.
Beyond the wall and darkness that always blocked my eyes, a rough, but open, path opened up.
The joy of this moment cannot be replaced with any other emotion in life.
As his hands were shaking, Ragna spoke in a cautious tone.
“Now you just have to choose. “Are you going to build something new, or are you going to be satisfied with what you have now?”
Ragna thought Encred would give up.
Throwing away what you have accumulated so far and building anew means rising from the bottom.
Then, even in the mercenary world, the skill level of roughly intermediate level will drop back to low level.
Can you withstand that?
A person who lives by eating swords in the middle of a battlefield?
What if you had multiple lives?
Even if I wanted to do it, it wouldn’t be easy.
As the moment of death approaches, the skills you have become familiar with will come out.
“You will have to risk a few lives.”
Ragnar said. The tone was rough, but full of concern.
Encred nodded.
The meaning was ambiguous, so Ragna asked with his eyes, and Encred even opened his mouth.
“Why not build a new one?”
“Is that true?”
Again, Ragna’s answer was surprising.
Because there didn’t seem to be any hesitation in the answer.
Even though my hands were shaking just a moment ago.
I thought it was anger, frustration, and despair.
Encred’s reaction was the exact opposite.
“huh.”
He was purely happy.
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