433. There was always no permission
A madman, a wanderer and madman in search of his dreams, meets three knights.
The first was the article of Azpen.
All his skills were fast and strong.
Even though I knew, I couldn’t stop it.
No, now that I know, I could probably block a half-hearted blow, but that’s how I felt back then.
He seemed like a person whose overall physical abilities were completely different. His knife skills were like that.
The next knight-level warrior I met was the mercenary king Anu.
He didn’t show everything he had. What he showed was only a little bit.
What’s more, the mercenary king was a beast. That was the extent of the skills he showed without even transforming.
Still, I saw, felt, and learned a lot. It was because he fought, slowly showing me things one by one.
What he showed was skill.
The blade flew in at an unimaginable angle in an incomprehensible motion.
The end was right in front of me.
An opponent who pulls back the black blade that was struck down.
Ragna’s sword was a killing blow.
It is a sword that will definitely kill.
It has copied the characteristics of the heavy sword as is.
Not all articles are the same.
What is the experience that the mercenary king spoke of?
Where did this difference begin?
‘By polishing what you have.’
If you believe that the path you are taking is the right one, take at least one more step instead of looking back and worrying.
The king’s words remained vivid in my memory. His teachings were clear.
The moment he realized that, Encred knew for sure.
Talent, heaven does not grant what one desires.
‘A genius among geniuses.’
One in ten thousand.
From those gathered, one is chosen and chosen again, and that is the knight.
‘so?’
Does that change anything? No. It’s the same as usual. It’s always been that way.
There was always no permission.
What if you find a way even if neither heaven nor talent nor anyone else allows it?
This was one of those ways. Encred seemed to know that. I saw a clue. So the smile came out, and that’s why his mouth opened and the words that didn’t go through his brain came out first.
“again.”
My arms are shaking. It felt like if I didn’t give strength to my stomach, it would push me backwards. It seems as if he is holding on without a cane in the face of a storm that threatens to uproot the trees.
It felt like I had climbed over a glacial mountain range that froze as soon as I urinated without a trace of foam.
‘That’s not it.’
There is a staff, and there are also clothes wrapped around the body, which are just a mat.
Encrid steeled his resolve.
The things he had accumulated so far were his clothes and his cane.
There is no tomorrow for those who deny what they have built up and do not believe in themselves.
So, it started with believing in myself.
The words of the mercenary king also had that meaning.
Walking the path you believe is right, not turning away from what you have built up.
Encrid smiled and looked at Ragnar, asking with his eyes.
Are you planning to end it with just one swing of the sword?
Ragnar took a stance as if it were a given. The black one rose vertically from the ground, splitting the sun with its body.
He only planned to repeat the same movements.
An attack that could not be stopped even if known, it was a swordsmanship that exactly embodied the feeling I had when I first saw Azpen’s article.
* * *
This was the extent of Ragnar’s swing with little strength.
The black thunderbolt struck a total of three times, and Encred blocked all three times. No, it would be more correct to say that I held on.
Because I almost tore a muscle in my right arm and almost broke my left arm.
‘That ignorant kid.’
Rem, who had been watching until the end, was about to say what she had been thinking, but stopped. Suddenly, her throat started to tickle, so she raised her hand and scratched it, and she couldn’t say anything.
‘What about the country?’
He himself agrees that it is difficult to judge a person named Encred.
Even though my arms are shaking, I try to hold the sword again. His body was shaking as if he would collapse at any moment, but his eyes did not die.
Can you roughly deal with someone who burns his soul and asks to fight?
Spenadul, the lazy bastard who burned the cigarette with his butt, was the only one who could stand it.
If I had just applied a little more force there, Encred’s two arms would have been shattered.
So it was difficult to criticize him for being ignorant.
“Haha, Lazy Brother, you have a different understanding.”
Audin looked purely amazed. It wasn’t often that he saw a knight-level sword.
Even Audin couldn’t do something like that right away just because the ban was lifted.
That too needed time to adjust.
Or maybe it takes time for arduous training.
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But that doesn’t mean it’s a place you can’t reach.
Rem and Audyn were calm.
But not others.
There were many talented people around Encred.
Rem, Saxony, and Audin were special, but the rest were no-nonsense.
Teresa was lost in thought with her eyes half-open. She thought back again and again about what she had seen a moment ago.
It was a thunderbolt. It was a disaster that turned into black metal that could not be prevented.
‘Can you block that with a shield?’
What if there was an unbreakable shield? Could the blocking arm withstand it?
It was a swordsmanship that made even the half-blood giant think that way.
Teresa clenched her molars. The masticatory muscles became tense, and a long mark appeared on the chin.
This is the moment when despair is about to creep in.
Encred, who had been holding on and had fainted, came into view.
Looking at him, instead of frustration and despair, other emotions surged up first.
‘I do it too.’
It was a determination not to give up along with a desire to not lose.
It was the same with Dunbakel and Lawford. They all became very thoughtful.
Ruagarne’s eyes sparkled and she shed tears.
“Why is that frog crying?”
Rem asked after seeing that.
“I guess I was overcome with emotions. Brother Savage.”
What Audin saw was correct. Ruaga Renee felt something rising in her chest.
Her mouth was still open, overcome with emotion. Frock’s shiny fingers trembled.
‘How could that be possible?’
She saw Encred grow, but she also knew that his talents were poor.
Prock’s talent and the experience of an individual named Luagarne made Encred aware of his limitations at every moment.
Still, it goes on.
Luagarne saw something more than just jealousy.
It is the will to move forward even if heaven does not permit it and even if you do not have talent.
It was brighter than a falling star and hotter than a blazing fire.
It was purely a will.
‘There was always no permission.’
Encred said those words by telegraph and proved himself with his subsequent actions.
Ruagarne’s mouth opened.
“I will become a knight.”
It was a sudden remark, but no one said anything.
The Mercenary King was certain that he had not left anything for Encred.
What he left behind was more like a gift, given to him by someone who carried his dreams on his sword.
And now.
Proc, who always recognizes and grasps reality and explores the unknown, felt a strong conviction that reasons were not important.
That man will become a knight.
Frock was impressed and everyone was lost in thought.
So, the one who was most shocked among them was Pell.
‘What is that?’
I never thought I would lose to anyone in terms of talent. Why not?
He was a shepherd of the wilderness. Everyone inside was a monster.
How many elders would be helpless if they were to immediately pick out and attack idol-slayers?
Still, it was okay. We’re behind now, but we’ll catch up soon.
But when I saw what was happening before my eyes, my confidence was eroded. What I had thought was a solid mountain seemed like a light pile of dirt blown away by the wind.
‘Is my talent really worthless?’
Fel was in shock and couldn’t move.
* * *
If both arms were a mess, all you had to do was train your lower body.
“There’s no way to rest. It’s a good posture. When the blood circulates quickly in the body, recovery is faster.”
If a therapist with a normal medical background had heard this, he would have thought it was crazy.
If an inflammatory reaction occurs in the body, it is better to rest rather than overdo it.
But there was no such healer here, and Audin was not wrong.
Encred’s body wasn’t so bad that it could break in such a situation.
During this time, along with the technique of isolation, the body became specialized for recovery through regeneration.
It took seven days for both arms to fully recover.
Exactly one week later, Encred took up his sword and called out to Ragnar.
“Stop being lazy and come out. “Today, I will correct all your bad habits.”
Gilchi, who was swinging his sword harder than ever in the center of the training hall, turned his head and answered in a calm tone.
“Even if we just spar normally.”
Encred felt a little embarrassed, and said while scratching his cheek.
“Because it’s a habit.”
It was a habit that developed when calling out to Rem and others. This kind of habit did not disappear in an instant.
Saying to Rem, ‘You crazy barbarian, come out and I’ll break your nose’ wasn’t actually a provocation, but rather a request for a sparring match.
“This time, we’re going this way.”
Ragna is speaking and holding his sword horizontal to the ground.
Previously, he had been swinging it vertically, but this time he was going to swing it horizontally.
If the previous strike was a lightning strike, this time it felt like a castle wall collapsing.
It wasn’t as fast as before, but there was nowhere to run. It felt like a big boulder was rolling towards me.
It seemed to me that this was what a knight’s blow was like.
Encred suffered two cracked ribs this time.
Still, he didn’t die.
A few days later, the pain in my side disappeared and I felt fine. Sinar, who returned, showed a rare expression as he saw Encred sweating in the training hall.
He only slightly raised his left eyebrow, but Encred knew that it was a sign of surprise.
“I guess you’ve been away for a long time.”
“Did you miss me? My fiancé who got screwed.”
“Did you learn from Audin how to add a modifier in front of that?”
“I’m not at an age where I can learn anything from anyone.”
Encred nodded and raised his sword.
He also did not forget what Sinar showed him when he fell.
If it weren’t for Ragna, I would have waited without fail, day or night, wondering when he would come.
Sinar smiled as he listened to the ages.
It was a fairy smile that was only shown to Encred.
Encred did not fall under the deceptive spell of his external beauty.
Sinar closed the distance between them while erasing his smile.
earth!
Is it because of Ragna?
It was slower than a black lightning bolt, easier to block than a horizontal slash that would hit the entire wall and could not be avoided anywhere.
Instead, her sword moved like a butterfly.
I tried to block it, but before I knew it, it bent and came towards me and fell down from above. I managed to block it, but at some point it came back forward and stabbed me in the stomach.
It’s a cider that somehow blocks and avoids it.
Even though I wasn’t letting my guard down, an invisible blade aimed for the back of my head.
When you strike your sword in front, a blade appears from behind at the same time?
It was a talent that had been shown once before.
It was a visionary swordsmanship of the fairy tribe based on the spirit of the forest.
“There is no place to escape.”
Sinar’s words were heard.
Encred laughed again this time.
He had no intention of avoiding it.
In an instant, he turned his body to the side and blocked the age of the fairy with the Aker in his right hand, and drew the gladius in his left hand and struck down the invisible blade.
Pick, the intangible blade disappeared without power, but it could not completely stop the ages.
A few similar attacks resulted in a few scratches.
Naturally, I lost, and this time I almost got a hole in my thigh.
“If I had stabbed a little higher, I would have become a new life form that was neither male nor female for the rest of my life.”
Rem saw that and handed over the farmland street.
“I almost made a big mistake.”
After the sparring, Sinard showed a moment of reflection.
“it’s okay.”
Encrid didn’t care.
After that, a normal yet unusual daily life continued.
One day Ragnar.
Another day, I spar with Shinar.
In my spare time, I learned various techniques from Rem.
Even though I was hanging out with Audin, Saxony didn’t seem as busy as before, so I held on to him.
“A non-lethal stab is not something that prevents you from blocking even if you know it, but it is a stab that you stab without even knowing.”
There is no need to learn it, but just knowing various techniques would be helpful.
That was the reason I learned and practiced various things.
The fairy’s blade was not visible, but it was caught in the web of senses.
‘Ultimately, is it a stab that you can’t see or feel?’
It’s a fairy’s secret that I figured out through intuition.
It was a realization I gained before Sinar showed it to me once again.
Repeating this kind of training day after day was Encrid’s specialty.
I also trained to write letters with my left hand and kept my senses sharp by avoiding daggers thrown by Saxony.
Today was boringly the same, but Encrid just did it.
It wasn’t difficult for him.
That’s how we spend our time.
The boatman appeared in Encred’s dream.
Rather than saying that I had anything to say, I wanted to criticize the boring day by asking if it was really enjoyable, and if that was the case, I should have stayed in the comfortable day instead.
But Encred was quicker to ask.
“When does ominousness come?”
It is the eagle eye that I have seen many times. The world where the boatman is is inside the imagination.
Those burning eyes meant the same thing as speaking from the soul.
It was a question asked with all his heart. His earnestness was evident.
The boatman was such an ominous man that he cursed, and he could not say that he had already gone to the grave.
Didn’t he even yell loudly, telling us to be careful?
Encred asked again without even knowing that.
“Are we at the corner now?”
It was a question that seemed more like a tantrum than an expectation. The boatman was unable to answer.
“Or maybe tomorrow?”
Encred asked again.
The boatman just cursed silently.
‘You persistent brat.’
Unable to say anything that would undermine his prestige, the boatman closed the world without saying a single word after speaking with the guy.
Encred suddenly woke up from his dream only to meet the boatman who had lost his speech.
fantasy,
