43. Mitch Hurier
The Principality of Azpen was ruled by three families, and among them, the family that symbolized military power was the Hurrier family.
Hurrier taught martial arts to all children born, regardless of whether they were boys or girls.
In this way, we assessed talent and taught only those children who seemed promising.
Because talent is biased and the tricks that Lady Luck plays are always unpredictable.
In order to gather that talent of impartiality, Heurier gathered people regardless of their direct or collateral relations.
Mitch Hurrier was one of them.
Although he was born into a collateral family and his original surname was different, he is now a member of the Hurrier family.
Mitch Hurrier was exceptionally talented from a young age.
At the age of fifteen, I had already faced two adult soldiers.
By the next year, they had far surpassed the level of ordinary soldiers.
At the age of eighteen, he proved his skills by defeating a swordsman representing a so-called village one-on-one.
Even though I was only 22 years old and sparred with people who could make a name for themselves in a city, I didn’t lose much.
There were only a handful of people who could compete with him in sword skills.
Among them, people of the same age were rare.
Such an environment gave him arrogance.
‘You just need to try it a few times, really?’
Why do I have to train until my thighs swell?
Why do I have to swing my sword until my palm is torn?
He didn’t want to do that.
He was satisfied with the present. He didn’t put in as much effort as he did when he first held the sword.
Nevertheless, with his talent alone, he became one of the top three talents in Gray Dog.
This was the first time something like this had happened to Mitch.
Tadang!
The slashing sword is kicked back from bottom to top.
As I let my guard down for a moment, the blade grazed my shoulder. Mitch thrust his sword and kicked his opponent’s shin with his foot.
It was a tactic he often used against those who were less skilled than him.
It is not easy to block a kick aimed at the leg when one is preoccupied with the sword.
Even if it gets blocked, at least there is a gap.
As if the opponent was familiar with this pattern, he avoided the thrust by twisting his shoulder and raised one foot to block the kick.
At the same time, the balance was not disturbed. He was a guy with solid fundamentals.
‘It was definitely not at this level.’
Mitch recalled the moment he had encountered the bastard a moment ago.
The guy who came close suddenly blurted out something.
“Hello, nice to meet you. “Now that I’ve seen it, should I risk my life and give it a fight?”
It was a familiar face. It was definitely that bastard.
An enemy soldier who carried out a night raid.
The fog has spread, obscuring our vision. How did we get here?
There was no time for long questions.
The opponent stretched out his sword first.
earth!
Mitch thought as he blocked it.
It could also be a diversionary operation.
So this bastard said he would stop it, so he told them to stay in the back.
If the flagpole falls, it will cause a major setback to the operation. Isn’t that why you are here?
While the company commander leading the Gray Dog has the role of blocking the enemy’s retreat and storming it, his role is to protect this place.
The enemy soldier who blocked the kick dropped his sword, aiming for the top of his head.
Mitch made a cross shape with his opponent’s sword, blocking it and throwing it away.
Tiririririn.
The blades crossed and grazed each other diagonally. The two pushed each other with strength at the last moment.
There was a gap of more than five steps between them. Before he could attack again, Mitch opened his mouth.
“Have you been hiding your skills?”
“It just so happened.”
“What is your name?”
“Encred.”
This was the guy I really wanted to meet. He felt like he would have to kill himself to be relieved.
That guy came by hand.
Mitch licked his lips with his tongue.
“Yes, Encred. “I’ll remember your name.”
“You don’t have to remember. “If I forget, I’ll tell you again.”
“You crazy bastard, you die here.”
Mitch raised his sword over his left shoulder.
After hitting it a few times, I was able to gauge my skills. If so, now is the time to show off your true skills.
Five times at the most, and I believed that in that time, Mitch would be able to cut off the head of Encred.
And then five sword strikes went by.
Mitch’s brows narrowed. I was impressed. This was the first time something like this had happened.
I wouldn’t know if the opponent’s skills were much superior, but that wasn’t the case.
It feels like the other person is barely following you.
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But as if he knew all my habits, I blocked, held on, and threw down the sword.
The speed of impact was further increased. There were also tricks mixed in. Still, it wasn’t over.
As I mixed my swords a few more times, I could only see my opponent.
The sword and the opponent, the blade and me, me and the blade.
Mitch Hurrier felt the same way he did when he first picked up a sword.
At that time, when I first held the sword, the feeling that only the sword and myself were left under the sky.
It seemed like if I swung the sword, it would cut the opponent straight. It felt like I was going to be stabbed. I felt like I was going to be pulled and hit.
Mitch did just that.
He struck down, bent, struck, extended, stabbed, and turned to strike.
And the other person did the same.
* * *
Encred brought out his concentration. As it was, I shared the sword with Mitch.
Thanks to today’s countless repetitions, the other person’s habits were clearly visible.
Block your feet and block your sword.
Then, in an instant, the enemy’s sword changed.
It was harsher and sharper than before.
The blade turns as it stabs, bends, and cuts.
earth! Kang! Tddudddeuddeung!
When I hit it hard, the blade sends out sparks. Several sword strikes grazed her shoulder and cut her side.
Although it was not a deep wound, drops of blood splattered into the air. Her life was in danger at least three times.
At that moment, Encred’s immersion deepened.
Deeper.
Encred deliberately pushed himself further into this situation.
Forget about your surroundings. Go to a world where only you and your sword remain.
One point of concentration was fully activated.
All he could see was Mitch Huryer’s sword.
In Mitch Huryer’s eyes, only Encred’s sword was visible.
The two fought like crazy people.
They risked each other’s lives.
There were attacks that left even those watching dizzying.
Pivik.
After trying to cut each other’s throats and failing, they both bled from their necks.
Mitch used his special attack pattern while remaining focused.
Take your left foot back and your right foot forward, creating a new gap rather than the familiar gap.
The tip of the sword hung behind the buttocks.
“Sigh.”
As I took a short breath, my muscles gained strength.
Jeonggeom and Yugeom.
It is close to the swordsmanship of receiving both.
Mitch has learned the art of striking with a twist.
It was a technique called wheel slashing, which involved drawing a large circle from bottom to top.
By changing his posture and covering the blade with his body, he hid the starting point of the attack, creating a blow that the opponent could not block.
Before that, the reason I adjusted my foot position and changed the gap was solely because of this one wheel cut.
As the opponent prepared to slash the wheel, Encred experienced a state of deep drive. Swordsmanship wasn’t the only thing I gained from that experience.
‘see.’
Although I couldn’t see it, the opponent’s movements were pictured in my mind.
As he began to focus on one point, his hearing became incredibly sensitive.
The sound of stepping off, pulling back the sword, and even the sound of breathing.
All sounds that enter your ears are gathered into information and create an image in your head.
There have been more than ten deaths due to slashing of the wheels.
The image that came to Encred’s mind was clearer than ever, as he had suffered countless times from his opponent’s techniques.
The hidden sword was clearly visible and the other person’s breathing could be heard.
It all came together to read the timing of the wheel slash.
Hung.
The sound of a blade cutting through the wind pierces my ears. Immediately, the blade shot out as if curving upward from the bottom.
Encred, who was in a state of panic, reflexively struck down his sword.
It was a track that precisely prevented wheel cuts.
Kang!
The sword rising from below and the sword striking from above met.
They both used so much strength that Encred’s sword cracked.
The moment the swords met, Mitch lost half of his concentration, surprised that his blow had been blocked.
But it wasn’t Encred.
Encred’s half-cracked sword slid along the opponent’s blade.
Cheeeeee!
The blade rubbed against the blade, making a strange noise.
Mitch reflexively raised his sword upward. Originally, the sword should have been raised upward, but Encred pressed it down with force.
It was natural that it was more advantageous to press from above rather than from below.
Encred also had better strength because he trained every day.
If we competed strength against strength, we couldn’t be opponents.
Encred pushed down the blade, stretched his left foot forward, applied more force, and pushed the sword as if it were bouncing downwards.
Key-ing!
Mitch’s sword bounces downward.
In that state, Encred put out his left foot and twisted his waist. The sword in his hand became a dot and stretched out in front of him.
The tip of the sword pierced Michi’s chest.
Although he wore armor, the power contained in the sword was very strong.
Mitch’s heart was broken.
But it didn’t penetrate. Encred drew his sword back.
The blade, covered in blood, came out with a sharp jerk.
“Whoa, whoo.”
Encred retrieved the sword and took a deep breath.
I gave my all for a short moment. My limbs were shaking.
Blood flowed from Mitch’s chest.
He took a few steps backwards, like a drunk man, and then stopped, straining his legs.
I wondered if Mitch’s pupils would dilate, but he soon opened his eyes and strained.
“You should have aimed for the counter.”
Mitch said. Blood still flowed from his chest. It was not a small amount. The flowing blood quickly soaked my clothes.
“If I caught it and let it go to create a gap, I would have had an advantage in the fight. “You admit it, right?”
“Isn’t winning or losing based on results?”
Encred received the question as a question.
“It’s not wrong, but I feel so wronged. is not it. Yes, I shouldn’t have stopped training. Because in the end, I was pushed purely by force.”
Mitch’s eyes darken. Even if I left it alone, it would die. More blood flowed.
Encred raised his sword and took two steps forward.
“Mak!”
As I was about to stab the sword, someone ran towards me shouting.
At the same time that a heavy noise was heard, Encred raised his sword at an angle, covering half of his upper body.
Tadang!
A heavy shock came over the sword.
Encred took two steps back and looked at his opponent.
It was a man with a mustache. He blocked Mitch’s path.
“Protect Mitch!”
the man shouted. Encred looked around. Three more soldiers appeared and blocked Mitch’s path.
Then he sprinkled powder on the unconscious Mitch’s chest.
The blood flowing from my chest quickly stopped.
“This bastard. “Where am I?”
Mustache’s eyes widened.
He looked very angry. His eyes glanced at Mitch.
Was that friend an important person?
Encred took a deep breath and observed his opponent.
When I saw his shoulders shaking, he seemed to be breathing hard.
However, there is no gap in posture.
Mustache had just returned from checking the flagpole.
He thought Mitch would win. Because Encred’s skills didn’t look good.
But the result is just the opposite.
Encred wasn’t excited about beating Mitch.
There is still work left to do.
This is a battlefield and we are fighting.
Because the purpose was not a romantic one-on-one duel or sparring.
Encred clearly recognized what he had to do.
“Is it true that the bigger the medium of witchcraft, the worse it is?”
Encred said as he watched Mitch Hurrier being carried away by two soldiers.
The mustachioed man blocking the path narrowed his eyes.
“This guy, he knows something.”
A lot.
Encred planted his toes on the ground and kicked upwards in one go.
Dust and short weeds rose up and covered the mustachioed man’s face.
The man quickly raised his hand to block and shouted.
“catch! “Don’t let me go towards the flagpole!”
The moment Encred thought he had blindfolded his opponent, he ran forward.
Pewbubbung!
Quarel flew in from behind. Even as he turned sharply to the left, a bullet hit him in the back of his right shoulder.
‘This is okay.’
Encred ran in a straight line toward the flagpole.
The enemy soldier blocking the way raised a javelin or something.
Encred, who was lunging and snorting like a rhinoceros, took five steps forward, stamped his feet on the ground, and ran as if bending to the right.
Quarel, who was aiming at Encred from behind, flew towards the enemy soldier holding a short spear.
“evil! My eyes!”
An unlucky enemy soldier was hit in the eye by a quarrel. More than three people were hit in the arms or torso.
“Don’t shoot! “Don’t shoot!”
The commander among the crossbowmen shouted. En Creed was not in a state of panic, but was maintaining his semi-concentration.
The focus on one point and the sense of the blade overlap. He heard the sound and figured out the enemy’s location and situation in his head.
Just like that, he turned backwards and jumped into the crossbow soldiers with his sword in hand.
“Oh!”
When I hit the blade on the top of the surprised soldier’s head, his head cracked open.
As I swung the sword as if to cut it, it lifted upward as a reaction.
He swung his sword in a circle around himself.
Huh!
The surprised group of enemy soldiers retreated.
“Gray Dog! Chase!”
Then the mustache that was following behind said. Encred jumped between the crossbows and then jumped back to the other side.
Sigh!
He ran out and stabbed an enemy soldier in the neck with his sword.
I picked up a quarrel that had fallen on the floor and threw it to the side.
Quarel, who flew away with a bang, hit the enemy soldier’s armor and fell to the ground.
The soldier who was hit drew a short sword instead of a crossbow and rushed at him, but as soon as he threw the quarrel, the next throwing knife hit him in the forehead.
It was because I let my guard down after blocking Quarrel.
“Whoa!”
Exhaling briefly, Encred entered and left the enemy camp as if he were at home.
There were two things he wanted now.
One is to tear down the flagpole.
They both wanted our commander to stop acting stupid and look after him.
“You son of a bitch!”
The mustachioed man snorted. It seemed as if his anger rose to the top of his head.
Encred ran here and there and eventually came near the flagpole.
He threw all the throwing knives in his hand.
Phoebe bibbing!
Five knives flew away.
All five throwing knives hit the waving flag.
Because the flag was made of thick fabric, holes were not easily made.
When Encred threw the knife, the enemy soldier was startled.
“Holy shit!”
The number of angry enemy soldiers increased.
“Stop it! Stop it!”
A person who was presumed to be a witch doctor could be heard shouting from right under the flagpole.
And when everyone was surprised and looked to see if the knife would pierce the flag, Encred rolled on the floor.
It’s a sudden forward roll even though the opponent didn’t shoot a quarrel or a bow and there was no threat. No one cared about that.
Thanks to his feet stopping, the mustachioed soldier closed the distance.
Gotcha, you bastard.
When the mustachioed soldier was convinced.
Encred was getting up while holding the javelin that had fallen on the floor.
“Stop it!”
“no!”
Mustache shouted. The shaman also shouted.
Encred responded with his body. He hit the ground with his left foot and threw his javelin using the momentum of his entire body.
The javelin flew with a bang and hit the flag.
north!
The flag was torn. A hole appeared.
If the medium of magic is damaged, it becomes a mess. Then there was no need to knock down the flagpole.
All you have to do is tear up the flag.
There was no need to go all the way there.
Encred took a deep breath as he saw the fog around him clearing. It was like a sigh of relief.
“You crazy bastard, do you think you can come back alive?”
The fire of anger burned brightly in the eyes of the mustachioed man who saw this.
Encred raised his sword, took a defensive stance aligned with the center line of his body, and nodded.
“maybe?”
The odds are half and half. Half chance of surviving, half chance of dying.
Although the odds are terrible for the average person.
Not for Encred.
Even if you fail, you can just do it again.
fantasy,
