Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 551

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The black river, the boat, the purple lamp, and even the boatman sitting on it.

It’s been a long time. It was a dream, and waking up in a world of imagination itself.

Naturally, Encred’s gaze fell on the boatman.

The figure of the boatman was relatively clear, rather than a blurry one like before.

Inside the robe, the skin was cracked and dry like a dirt floor, and inside it, hazy, white-stained eyes looked at Encred.

“Did you expect me to disappear after not seeing you for a while? That won’t happen. You are a mortal who must dream of immortality.”

Encred leaned against the railing of the ship, facing the boatman whom he had not seen for a long time.

There were no chairs today.

“If you could take the throne by killing just one person, wouldn’t you be greedy?”

Is it because it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you?

Or maybe the captain has decided to change too.

Instead of telling us to stop today, he stimulated our natural human desires.

“If you killed him, you could become king. Damage to the Will? That can be easily recovered. Moreover, it doesn’t matter if your Will is slightly damaged.”

Encred instinctively knew that the captain was wrong. Will didn’t move that way.

If Encred really acted like that, the inexhaustible will called Urque might disappear.

Of course, that might not be the case. After all, no one knows what will happen in the future.

If Will was something that could disappear with just one mistake, Azpen’s knight Corwin should have lost Will when he ran away, but that wasn’t the case.

Although the boatman’s words made Encred think about this and that, he did not question or ask the boatman any questions.

“There will come a time when you need a perfect today.”

Perhaps this was the boatman’s main point. The indifferent voice continued and rang in Encred’s ears.

No, since this is an imaginary world, wouldn’t it be correct to say that it was transmitted directly to the mind rather than the ears?

Anyway, it felt different from when I said before that a curse was coming.

He said that it would happen tomorrow morning, as if it were a given that the sun would rise, not because there was something happening right now.

Encred raised his half-bowed head at those words.

It seemed like something like this had happened before, but I opened my mouth without caring.

“It’s not a wave sword, it’s a wave-breaker sword. That seems correct.”

The boatman didn’t get fooled like before either. He already knew that the bastard was thinking of something else.

“Is this a sword that blocks the waves rather than a sword that crashes like waves?”

He took Encred’s words so skillfully, and went a step further and added a word about swordsmanship.

“””you’re right.”””

“It would be better to raise a shield only to block.”

Yes, the boatman was right. It was a worry that lingered in Encred’s mind until just before he went to bed last night.

When I tried to somehow establish the form and flow of swordsmanship, it ended up being a sword that blocks waves, not a sword that surges like a wave. In that case, wouldn’t it be better to carry a shield?

No, that won’t be the case. Doesn’t Encred already have one of those skills?

It’s a technique called Snake Sword. It doesn’t stop at just throwing the sword, but also hits back.

So what if instead of a shield, it were a sword that would provide some sort of counter-force?

“If you polish it, it will become useful like a mirror reflecting the sunlight.”

Mirrors don’t block light; they reflect it.

Instead of just standing there and enduring the waves that come crashing down on you, you block them and then go forward and hit them.

Something abstract began to take shape in my head.

It seemed like anything could be accomplished if I moved and tried it myself.

“Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

The boatman asked. Encred just stared at him, wondering what he meant.

Tired? What?

“No. That’s enough. Go.”

The boatman’s tone of voice seemed to change strangely, but that was the end of it.

He added a word after that, but that was it.

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Encred opened his eyes in a dream or image world and got out of bed.

As I made a noise, I heard the servant at the door say that someone had coughed even though it was still early in the morning.

‘It’s light.’

I felt good. In fact, I haven’t been feeling bad lately, but today I felt especially good.

Was it the influence of a dream, or the result of last night’s worries, or perhaps the captain’s consideration?

Just before waking up, the boatman said that in the end, whatever day it was, I would have to stay that way and that I would not be able to escape my fate, but I neatly ignored and forgot about it.

If you pay attention to every word of those words, won’t you not be able to do what you really need to do?

“I will bring you some water to wash with.”

The attendant said earlier.

Encred shook his head, moving his neck and wrists slightly.

“””later.”””

After saying that, he went out immediately. There was also a training ground within the palace. In the past, it was said that only knights staying within the palace or members of the royal family used it?

He said that Krang was a new and innovative piece of shit and that he had torn it all down and fixed it.

Now it was a place where people who wanted to sweat gathered.

Clean blue, clear darkness, if there was such a thing, I wanted to express that moment like that.

It was an early morning, with a bluish glow surrounding the surroundings, as if foreshadowing that it would soon become brighter.

A cool breeze announcing the arrival of autumn passed through my nose and entered deep into my lungs, announcing that it was a clear and refreshing morning, and I headed out.

humming!

Even before the smokescreen came into view, my ears were the first to notice that there was someone inside.

The public training ground, which was the former royal training ground, was a small, circular stone wall.

Grass grew a little on both sides, and the floor was filled with soft soil that had been filtered through stone chips.

“I don’t know if it’s because there’s nothing to do or because Crona is just sitting around, but do you think it’s right to create a training ground and then leave it unused when it’s really supposed to be used?”

I remembered one of the silly stories that Krang and I told each other while we were going back and forth to Azpen together.

Someone inside the training ground was warming up this cool autumn day and the blue dawn.

As Encred climbed over the wall without even touching it, kicking the ground, the one wielding the heavy training sword turned his head.

“Rear half.”

Encred was the first to pretend to know. It was a past relationship.

Encrid spoke habitually as he looked at himself, sweating softly.

“Daria?”

A smile appeared on Rearvan’s face.

“””great.”””

It’s fun to see someone who keeps moving forward without stopping. Encrid was like that. When I look at Learvan again, I have this thought.

‘Could it be that the boatman did that?’

Was the advice and help that the boatman gave you last night? Why? Because he enjoyed seeing you? That boatman?

I didn’t think so. In the end, he ended up saying something like a curse like he always did.

It wasn’t something to worry about now.

Encred picked up a wooden sword lying on one side.

Rearvan was seen swinging a stone club for training, so he put it down, changed his weapon to a wooden sword, and swung it in the air a few times.

“You woke up early?”

“I didn’t sleep. I came right after work.”

I see.

Actually, I wasn’t even curious.

Encred faced his opponent with his sword in his hand. He matched his strength and speed to his opponent. Instead, he focused on blocking and striking his opponent’s sword.

Rearban’s sword fell straight down. He must have had at least one skill he was confident in.

That was it. A sword that plunged down while eliminating preparation movements and shortening the path.

Of course, it couldn’t be a threat to Encred.

Exactly!

The moment the wooden swords met. Rearban made an impression.

‘hmm?’

Although I swung it with all my might, it wasn’t like I’d only been holding a sword for a day or two.

But what is this?

My wrist felt a faint tingle from the unexpected impact. It felt like I had struck a solid rock with my sword.

‘It’s more like a lump of iron than a rock.’

It felt even more solid than that.

I’ve done some steel cutting training, so I have a rough idea of ​​its intensity.

He swung his sword again and with a snap, the wooden swords crossed each other.

This time, instead of hitting it properly, it just grazed past.

Rearvan took a strike-and-run step, using his feet to move sideways to strike.

however.

Brrrrrr.

My wrists felt numb and trembling.

I just brushed past it.

“It works.”

The blue-eyed knight spoke right in front of him. It was a distance where the sword could reach. If this were a real fight, if he had stabbed him, Rearvan would have been dead.

Encred, the master of the blue eyes, continued to spin his wooden sword in the air a few times instead of putting a hole in Rearvan’s neck.

“But the weapon won’t hold up well.”

Encrid’s wooden sword appeared to be twisted and broken in the middle. It seemed like it would break without much skill.

“What is this?”

It was the first time that Rearban had experienced the knight’s skills, so it was understandable that he would find it strange.

In fact, it would have been surprising if Rem had been hit.

“Wavebreaker Sword.”

It is said to be a sword that can block waves, but in reality, it would be more accurate to say that it is a sword technique that appropriately receives the force of the opponent’s swing and counters it while making use of the rebounding power.

Should we say that it is a technique that is one level higher than the snake sword?

Snake Sword is a technique that doesn’t have Will, but this is a fight using the inexhaustible Will as a weapon.

However, even if Ragna saw it and imitated it, it was a technique that he would not necessarily use.

Because it’s so inefficient.

Because it’s like wasting your will and spreading it all over your body.

The structure of the technique was extremely simple. What would happen if you hit a solid rock with a sword?

If the blade doesn’t hurt, it will go out from my wrist.

Stiffen your whole body and strike with force. What if your opponent overwhelms you with speed? Then this is a technique that won’t work.

That doesn’t mean this was the wrong path.

Because it was a technique that suited Encred very well.

Moreover, it seemed that this was not the end, but that there was a possibility that it could develop further.

Encred swung his wooden sword in the air a few times, then threw it away and began his isolation technique.

“Train yourself.”

Rearvan was easily defeated because he lacked wrist training, but what about Rem or Ragna?

It probably wouldn’t be easy for Audin to swallow right away. Well, that aside, it was a lot of fun.

It was also Encred’s first experience of having a technology implemented immediately after working on it overnight.

Should I say that my body moves as I wish?

Every single moment was so good I could die.

The training itself was more enjoyable than ever.

In fact, Encred happily swung his sword every day.

Then, was there no suffering for Encred? Even if there was no despair or frustration, there were bound to be moments of doubt.

But now, there was no room for doubt, so the smile never left my face.

Rearvan’s pupils, who were watching from right next to him, trembled violently.

‘Do I have to be crazy?’

He had that thought naturally. He swung his sword a few times, made someone’s wrist look like this, and then he brought a boulder from the corner of the training ground, sat down on it, and then stood up, and there it was.

What’s more, he was smiling like that. His face was full of smiles, as if he was feeling good.

In the past, the Encred that Leavan knew wasn’t normal, but seeing the Encred now, who was tearing things apart like that, he just seemed like a crazy author.

But as I watched, I also felt motivated.

If that weren’t the case, I wouldn’t be doing this training now that work is over.

He himself was not that great of a person.

I didn’t slack off, I was faithful to my training, and I did personal training every day. I just wasn’t crazy like the person in front of me.

He was normal, sometimes he had a drink after work and rested when he had time off.

Rearban felt the difference here.

Aside from talent or opportunity.

The difference he felt was between those who do it and those who don’t.

So, the man in front of me must have spent every day, every moment like this.

match!

If you lack the determination.

Rearvan slapped both cheeks with his hands.

“It’s something that can be done if you put your mind to it!”

He shouted quite loudly and Encred looked at him.

“I will do it. I will train.”

Rearvan answered.

If Rem had seen this, he would have said that another person had been abandoned here.

Encred spent time with Learvan from dawn until morning, and later showed the Wavebreaker Sword to Rem.

“Are you okay?”

It was rare for Rem to start with a compliment.

He also experienced it and found out that it was quite tricky.

My wrists would go numb whenever I touched the sword.

‘What’s the principle?’

Rem thought about it for a moment and concluded that it was a technique that wasted Will unnecessarily.

It involves pouring out your will as if it were exploding, using your tremendous strength, and using that to intentionally bend the opponent’s wrist to one side.

It utilizes three elements: technique, timing, and strength.

But in that case, wouldn’t a vibrating sword be better?

Rem had heard that while helping Encred recover, he had broken the vibrating sword that the Azpen guy had used with the Suppressor Sword.

‘No.’

Those vibrations can be dealt with with just a little bit of skill, but the techniques Encrid has shown now will evolve and change to suit the opponent.

So Encred’s would be more threatening now.

So, should we fight without ever exchanging weapons? Is that possible?

What if you use magic to summon a cloud wolf from afar and make it bite you?

If someone were to use such cloud-wolf-like necromancy on you, you would curse them and then rush at the witch doctor.

This is a technique of ignoring the wolf’s attack and striking its target.

And Encred would be the same.

What I mean by all that is that it’s not a bad thing.

“You seem to have no hesitation in moving forward, brother.”

Audin also has one thing to say.

Now there wasn’t really anything to do. All I had to do was go to the banquet and then go back.

Since it’s called a royal banquet, they’ll make it extravagant, but I originally had no interest in that kind of thing. But Christ would like it.

If Encred liked this kind of thing, he would have been a bodyguard who served day and night by the side of noble ladies who wanted to be by his side just by looking at his face.

That’s not why I’m here now.

Before dinner, a servant came and brought each person clothes that fit them.

After thinking about it for a while, Audin put on his clothes.

They were all wearing berets, but Encred wore a purple velvet vest, Audin wore a light blue jacket that came down to his waist, and Rem wore a gray vest.

The Yeonmibok is all the same.

They both looked nice once they were decorated.

Neither of them showed any sign of irritation even though the attendants rushed to fix their hair and appearance for hours, which was even more surprising to Encred.

It was just before the three of them entered the banquet hall in the palace in the evening.

“Do you really read it like this?”

The attendant who announced their arrival in front of the three clenched his molars and asked his superior, then shouted with determination.

“The Mad Knights have arrived!”

The people who filled the banquet hall, talking and whispering loudly, shut their mouths and turned their gazes.

Dozens, hundreds of eyes looked at the three.