6. The grip should have been torn off.
Today is repeated.
Encred spent every single day preciously.
Not a single day was wasted.
‘I’m Beomjae.’
When it comes to swordsmanship, one cannot be a genius or a gifted person.
Of course you can’t be a genius.
After the eighth failure, Encred thought.
‘I tried to finish the meal with one stroke of the fork.’
This was the case in a subject where one cannot be considered a genius or a gifted person.
Encred divided the work to be done.
‘We go half-and-half steps at a time.’
There was no such thing as boredom. Today is repeated, and skills are increasing at the same time.
It was a drug. Encred was more than happy with this situation.
‘There are many good points.’
The best thing about it is that you can constantly experience real-life combat.
It is also a rich experience that costs one’s life.
Encred took full advantage of it, and even made the most of the day before heading to the battlefield.
Training the heart of the beast.
Learn new sword skills.
The repetition of time with him also allowed him to memorize what was happening around him.
A good example was the gambling table in the barracks next door that took place with breakfast.
“Holy shit! “You cheated, right?”
“What a fraud, you bastard. “You’re lucky.”
It is a lovely morning sight.
It’s not a scam. I know because I’ve seen it a few times. The dice always come up with the same number, and Encred knew that.
Another day passes by. Repeat.
Repeated practice broadened the concept of Encred. To be precise, because I had a lot of time to think, my scope of thinking broadened.
‘There is no need to hit the arrow to save Belle.’
That’s something only a top-notch mercenary can do.
Encred gave up completely and was able to save Belle.
Pop!
All I had to do was get a stronger shield.
The arrow hit the circular shield. No matter how skillful an archer was, he couldn’t hit the head of a soldier hiding behind a shield.
“… … “Where did it come from?”
Belle said with wide eyes.
“How long do you want to roll around on the ground? “Why don’t you wake up quickly?”
Encred roughly wiped away the sweat with the back of his hand, then kicked Bell’s butt with his foot.
After stroking his buttocks, Belle headed to the battlefield again.
‘If I save you here, will I be able to see that bastard’s face tomorrow?’
I do not know. I just took this as the first point.
Fighting through the battlefield and rescuing Belle was the small goal Encred set for himself.
Today was the 25th day that I did it.
“Oh my. You are the mother of the monastery. When you have time, please save me too. “Time to save Nomfang from another unit.”
It was common for Rem to suddenly pop out from behind and talk nonsense.
Every time I asked for a bell, I would spit out crazy sounds from a different repertoire.
Every time that happened, Encred also accepted it.
Mother was a term used to refer to a nun in charge of a monastery.
“You are excommunicated. “It looks dirty.”
Monasteries do not accept anyone who is not a believer. Excommunication means to leave Mother’s embrace, that is, to be kicked out of the monastery.
It’s a pretty high-level joke to tell with Rem.
“It’s a dirty world that discriminates based on what you look like.”
Rem ran out as usual without giving in.
I knew they were going to catch that guy with hawk eyes or something, even if I didn’t say it.
Even after repeating the day for about fifty times, Encred was unable to overcome the enemy soldiers.
I was lucky enough to block an attack several times, but at that moment, a hammer-wielding guy came out from the side and my head exploded.
“There’s nothing to waste time on.”
The guy who broke Encred’s head said.
Encred didn’t even know what happened to him. Suddenly, his eyes spun around and the floor was approaching.
I didn’t even have the presence of mind to shake my head. She just felt a sticky liquid running down her face.
When he came to his senses a little, he realized that he was kneeling without his sword.
“It must be painful, mercy.”
Immediately, the blade pierced my neck and I had to struggle in pain.
The blade digs into my neck. A pain that I can’t get used to runs through my body.
The pain of having my neck cut with a hot iron skewer pierced my brain.
As he died, Encred blinked. He was stained red by the blood in his eyes.
Beyond the red-tinted vision, I could see the red eyes of an enemy soldier holding a sword through his helmet.
It may not actually be red, but it looked that way at the time.
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There was shallow joy in the enemy soldier’s eyes.
After dying so long, I could see everything.
It must be thanks to the trained heart of a beast.
‘You pervert.’
The purpose was not to show mercy, but because he felt pleasure in killing, so he killed him.
He always stuck the blade in my throat and slowly pulled it out.
I didn’t even know I was getting an erection as I felt someone else’s last breath dissipate through the sword.
Even after realizing that, Encred remained calm.
Because we have overcome the moment of death countless times, boldness naturally takes hold. That was natural.
and.
“Are you having a secret affair somewhere without me knowing?”
For the eighty-sixth time, Rem suddenly spoke.
Encred frowned at Rem’s words.
What kind of bullshit is this?
“what?”
“Heart of the Beast, you learned it from me. But there’s no way I could train like this on my own.”
The ax blade stopped just a finger’s length from my eyeball.
If I had come a little closer, my cornea would have been damaged just by the wind pressure.
Thanks to this, Encred could only see half of Rem’s face beyond the well-honed ax blade.
But even at this moment, my breathing did not break even a single breath.
It is the power brought by the heart of the beast.
It is the courage that allowed me to endure even though I knew that pain would come.
Encred thought as he looked at Rem’s questioning eyes beyond the ax blade.
‘Something like this can happen.’
The heart of the beast was trained by repeating today, so it may have been absurd for the person who taught it.
The reason I finally realized that was because Rem was usually the type of unit member who didn’t care about what to say.
Rem is not a member of the unit who criticizes anyone, even if he talks a lot about trivial things.
However, the heart of the beast would be a different story.
Because he taught it himself.
Encred didn’t make any lame excuses.
There was no need for that.
After thinking about it throughout today, I can resolve it when today starts again.
Snapping, Rem pulled the ax back. Encred’s vision opened.
There wasn’t even a scratch on his face.
Rem handled the heavy ax like his own hand.
Rem pulled the ax and scratched his head with the end of the handle.
“I don’t understand. I wonder if you learned more from someone else than me.”
Even as he says this, he has a face that makes me wonder if this makes sense.
Encred was the leader of the SasaSa squad, and this damn squad was a bunch of bastards who would not listen to anything without him.
Encred has never left this squad since learning the Heart of the Beast from Rem.
So even if you wanted to learn, you probably didn’t have time to learn.
Rem watched Encred all along.
I don’t know if he learned it secretly while on watch.
That also makes no sense.
“When it comes to using a sword, even if you throw it away this afternoon, you’ll say, ‘Oh, that’s right,’ so how is it that only the skin of your heart can become thicker?”
Even if you say it, you idiot.
It’s going to be a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of this afternoon. Although Rem said this without knowing anything, I feel like he was wrong about what he said.
“I have faced death about eighty times.”
Encred thought as he gave a rough answer.
I can’t learn more about the heart of the beast from Rem.
No excuse can completely resolve the questions of that barbarian man.
‘Every time today repeats, I learn from you every day, and I learn while dying, so I can’t say it ended up like this.’
But you may be able to get over it.
Because Rem is not a very strict guy.
Indeed, it was so. There was no time wasted.
“Let’s say so. “They say that sometimes Lady Luck sheds coins without realizing it.”
This is something commonly said to a soldier who survived due to an unexpected coincidence.
Does that also apply when learning secret techniques like this?
If it doesn’t work, what else?
If Rem had passed, that would have been enough.
“Thanks to you, it’s more fun than before. My skills have improved a bit. “What are you doing secretly?”
“It hurts so much that I die.”
Encred didn’t lie.
“Yes, a man must have some secrets. That’s how you become a man. “You know me.”
Rem didn’t even care about this. He just said what he had to say and picked up the ax like before.
“One more round?”
Rem, holding an axe, said.
Encred raised his sword without saying a word.
If your first goal is to save the fallen soldier Belle.
The second and final goal is to feel joy every time you kill someone.
It was to kill a pervert who was good at stabbing.
Preparations for that were thorough.
On the 111th day, it was time to spar with Rem.
Encred pulled his arms and bulged his muscles.
He stretched his left foot forward and tried to step on Rem’s foot.
Rem quickly took a step back, and Encred, who saw this, turned his waist around his left foot, which was on the ground instead of Rem’s foot, and swung his sword with all his might.
The feet were a trick.
It was a move aimed at getting Rem to step down.
I strengthened my muscles and swung the sword.
In a split second, Encred saw Rem’s arm bending like a whip.
It looked so unrealistic that even the ax in his hand seemed to be bent.
Kang!
It happened in an instant.
The ax blade bent and soared upward like a thunderbolt.
It hit Encred’s sword like that.
The sword flew upward.
The sword slipped out of Encred’s hand, spun around in the air, and fell to the ground.
It was the sound of the sword’s face accidentally hitting a stone on the floor.
I could see the sword rolling on the floor.
“Let’s take a look.”
Rem suddenly approached and grabbed Encred’s wrist.
My hands were shaking from the shock of losing my grip on the sword. Rem looked at En Creed’s hand and clicked his tongue.
“This needs to bleed a little.”
“what?”
I’m going to control my strength a bit, but what does this mean when I swing an ax ignorantly?
“That stab was okay, it was okay, but it wasn’t good enough. I can’t explain this, but my grip must have been torn off just now. “I’m not missing the sword.”
“Even if I die, I can’t take my sword off my hand?”
Encred spoke while holding his right hand. This is something I have heard countless times from my swordsman teacher.
It’s hard to stay awake every day.
Encred remembered that by starting the day a little differently.
Since I was young, I had an exceptional memory.
So far, that memory hasn’t been of much help in swordsmanship.
Of course it helps now.
Especially when I reflect on what I learned from my teachers.
I said this now while reflecting on what I learned.
“What kind of bullshit is that? If necessary, you can even throw your sword at the opponent’s face. Wow, this is good. Let’s take it easy. “Where were you aiming at when you stabbed me a little while ago?”
Rem snorted at those words and said.
Encred could not answer easily.
This stab was a secret trick.
It was a skill I learned by stealing it from enemy soldiers by stabbing them in the neck over a hundred times.
From the overall posture, the position of the feet, the movement of the center of gravity when using the sword, muscle movement, the direction of the toes, and even the shape of the hand holding the sword.
Everything was stolen and imitated.
“The sword attack a little while ago, it looks good on the outside, but it’s damn good. It’s so hard to explain. Now, take this, Bosch.”
Rem lowered his ax and drew a large circle in the dirt.
It was a circle roughly the size of a person’s head.
“Let’s say our destination is somewhere around here.”
As he spoke, Rem turned the ax over the circle, then clicked and made a dot.
“But actually, I’m going here.”
At first, Encred wondered what this meant.
But I wonder if the time spent learning from a swordsman was in vain.
Even though it was a shitty explanation, I understood it like a pickled fruit on my tongue.
‘Goal point.’
What was behind the stab you made a moment ago?
Did you want to be praised for doing something well?
Since you imitated so well, did you want to be recognized as having a talent as good as that of an ant?
What is this?
What is the sword for?
Cutting and stabbing the opponent is a lethal weapon.
Among them, stabbing could be said to be the basis of swordsmanship aimed at one point.
It is especially used a lot in inspection techniques.
I heard that there are knights whose main weapon is a thin blade that pierces the gaps in their armor.
“I really can’t explain it any better. They thought I would naturally dodge or block, so they missed the sword so easily. But that stab from a moment ago should have been clear. Exactly, I will stab you. You can’t avoid it. “I had to show this hotly.”
Even after speaking, Rem was still reflecting on whether she had explained it properly.
Since he was a guy who played at his own pace, he was terrible at explaining things.
However, if the other person had a vague understanding, an explanation such as the dog next door barking could be said to be excellent.
So, it was a great explanation for Encred.
‘Because I wasn’t confident in my sword.’
The stabbing just moments ago was that of a third-rate mercenary.
On the 111th day, Encred realized.
Until the one hundred and twenty-third day, the full-throated thrust was carried out.
On the one hundred and twenty-fourth day, my hand was torn by Rem’s thunderous ax strike.
It wasn’t just torn, it was bursting.
Blood flowed through my hands.
Encred laughed when he saw that.
Because I achieved what I wanted.
“Are you completely crazy now? There’s no one more dangerous on the battlefield than a crazy ally, right? No, why do you keep laughing at me?”
Rem, who saw that, showed a rare look of embarrassment, but Encred couldn’t hold back his laughter.
“f*ck, stop laughing. “Are you saying I’m like a crazy bastard?”
Rem said after seeing that.
It happened on the one hundred and twenty-fourth ‘today’.
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