Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 620

620. The Four Seasons of Fairies

“Am I a rock? If I just throw it at you, you’ll get hit?”

The gist of it was what Rem often said when they were sparring.
Walking fire had no technique and couldn’t move quickly, so it was easy to cut, but people weren’t like that.
Even if you poured your will into a single strike, it would only be meaningful if you hit.
You could put in strength and hit. But what if the opponent dodges or lets it slip?

“You’re late!”

On this side, Rem pushed Encred the hardest.
Instantaneous judgment through acceleration of thought.
Instilling Will in the gap of a split second.
Rem said that all of this was necessary, and showed it all with actions, not words.
In fact, she spoke first, but since her explanation was so ghoul-like, her actions were actually more convincing.

“Listen carefully. What happens if I throw a rock and the opponent dodges it? I don’t get the force I threw back, and I lose the rock. So, it’s good to kill a walking fire or a crawling fire, but that alone isn’t enough.”

It’s Encred’s listening. I understand the general idea, but I decided it wasn’t something I needed to say out loud.

“Okay. Let’s spar. You can stop explaining.”
“How can you make it any easier than that?”

Of course, there were a hundred and one ways to explain it more easily, but it was not worth going into. The sparring continued like that. Encred repeated this for several days, and it was so much fun that it made him shiver every time he did it.
Rem’s axe always slipped his sword and threw his posture out of whack, and his constantly moving feet prevented him from using the blow that had been used to cut down the walking fire.

“You need to know how to imitate that ‘hit’ in any position so that you can say, ‘Ah, now I can use it.’ Of course, if you’re someone who doesn’t know anything, you might be able to get hit once, but if you attack with such a fierce attitude, a knight will notice.”

According to Rem, if you were to visualize gathering Will and swinging the sword, it would be like screaming out loud.
If you scream out loud like that, people will hear you even if they don’t want to hear it, and people will look away even if they don’t want to see it, so Rem wasn’t wrong.

“So, decide in the moment whether to split the will or pour it out.”

It was an in-depth process of what we did when we faced the Gray Troops the other day. The way to cut momentum was possible by accelerating the thinking. So, it should be possible to fight the knights now, Rem argued.
From the side, the barbarian who was teaching looked somewhat excited, and so did Encred who was learning.
They both continued their training like half-crazy kids.
Then, the boatman appeared in his dream and asked him.

“Is it fun?”

Rather than answering the obvious question, Encred asked the captain what his intentions were.

“Is the wall coming?”

The boatman calmly responded to the question, even though he did not receive an answer to it.

“Why should I tell you that?”

Didn’t you tell me in advance because you were so excited?
Encred didn’t question it. Whether he heard or not that the wall was coming, nothing would change.
His heart was always strong and firm.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The boatman said.

“It is as you see it.”

Do it because it’s fun? That was the answer that implied that.
Encred answered and parted ways with the boatman. And it was only a feeling, but somehow he seemed completely different from the boatman I saw before.
It was like the outside was the same but the core had changed
. That was just how it was. You couldn’t argue and even if you
did, nothing would change. Encred just did what he had to do.
With Rem, he was busy practicing split-second judgment, with Ragnar, he was practicing cutting the Will instead of loading it in one blow, with Audin, he was going through a process of physical training that was like torture, and with Sachsen, he was training to visualize his senses.

“Don’t you want to feel the spring breeze?”

In the early afternoon, when the winter chill still lingered everywhere,
the sun was shining down on the ground in a line through the cloudy sky, and Shinar came.

“It’s the middle of winter.”
“I know.”

Encrid knew that the spring breeze that Sinar had spoken of was not really spring, and asked because he remembered having used that word before.

“I think we’ve said this before, but what is it?”
“It’s hard to explain in words.”

As Shinar spoke, he pulled out his sword called Ageul. Sseurung. The sound of the sword coming out of its scabbard was clearer than ever.
It seemed as if that sound contained a will telling him to look at me.
A soft green light was shining on the drawn sword. It wasn’t dazzling, but its presence was clearly felt.
Should I call it vitality, or liveliness, those things touched the realm of the senses.
Whether it was because of the sensory visualization training he had done with Sachsen, or simply because of Shinar’s talent, Encred felt a light on Shinar’s sword.
The crystallization of vitality and liveliness, such things were on the blade.

“If you gather energy, even this is possible.”

Sinar said. The ages she held were truly like leaves sprouting in spring.

‘So it was a leaf sword?’

Encred thought and raised his sword. It was a true sword made by Eitri. The short sword was slung diagonally behind his waist, and the spark dangled from his right waist. He
was not wearing any armor, and the cloth gauntlets wrapped around his hands were also removed.
His muscles were sore here and there due to the sparring and the harsh training, and he had quite a few bruises, but he had no intention of refusing to spar with Shinar.
Encred smiled faintly in anticipation.
The spring breeze must be swordsmanship. Shinar was going to show it to him. When he thought of that, he felt joy.
Wasn’t it a new swordsmanship that the fairy was showing?
Shinar’s expression was the same as usual. It was a difficult expression to read his emotions.
It was simply amazing that a smile would occasionally appear on that face.

“You’re doing something funny.”

Rem , who had been sleeping outside for two days, saying that she would train her unit members, woke up slowly. It was what the gray-haired barbarian said in front of the dormitory, yawning with his mouth wide open.
Sparring with Encred, training his unit members, and even personal training to keep up with Audin Bear.
Rem had been quite busy. It was to the point where he felt that training was more difficult than going out to fight.
Was that why he was dissatisfied? Not really.
This morning, he was stroking the bump on his forehead that had formed after hitting Encred’s thigh.
No matter how much he pushed himself, Encred’s skills were no longer easy. He
was dissatisfied that his skills were not improving even though he pushed himself every day, but they were improving faster than before.
Now, he really shouldn’t be ignored. That fairy is quite capable, but how is he?
I thought it would be both curious and fun to watch.

“Are you bored?”

Not only Rem, but Ragna was there too. He was going to teach Encred how to distribute his Will in every slash and stab.
How could he swing his sword with his Will condensed at any moment?
He just had to do it. He could do it, so what could he do?
But Encred was not like that.

‘It will require repeated practice.’

Ragnar also taught Encred for more than a day or two. He also adapted and became accustomed to it.
Through that, he taught the subtlety of swordsmanship by repeating it over and over again.
In the process, Ragnar established his own skills beyond the stage of mastery.
They say you learn while teaching, but Ragnar’s skills improved while teaching.
He wasn’t a genius for nothing.
Originally, he had summarized the process and only looked at the results, but now he was digging into the processes he had skipped over.
It was virtually impossible to teach if you didn’t know and establish it perfectly, so all of this was natural.
Ragnar’s gaze also turned to Shinar and Encred.
He had thought he was just doing it because he was bored, but he judged that the sparring itself would be helpful to Encred.

‘You will experience various opponents.’

This is what the mercenary king Anu had said to Encred before.
Did he know what Encred needed from then? Or was it a coincidence?
In any case, what Encred needed now was a variety of opponents.
Although he had a lot of experience so far, Ragnar concluded that he needed more quality experience.

“Is this the unique swordsmanship of the elves?”

There were three people watching, including Luagarne.
She was also helping Encred establish his swordsmanship.
Even if his skills were lacking, Prok’s insight and the experience he had accumulated over many years would not go anywhere.
Shinar swung his sword regardless of whether anyone was watching or not.
Encred took in Shinar’s footsteps, breathing, and the angle of his arms at a glance and prepared for it.
He was looking straight ahead and recognizing it.

Round.

It was that kind of feeling. It was definitely a blade cutting through the air, but it felt like it was floating down on the wind.
Encred did not ignore that feeling.
You can’t say you’re handling intangible power if you ignore what you perceive and see.
Rem, Ragna, and Luagarne knew that Encred’s skills had improved dramatically recently. That’s why they weren’t particularly surprised when they saw the next scene.

earth!

The sword of Shinar tried to land like a leaf, but its movements were restricted before it could fall as it wanted.
Encred had adjusted the strength by raising the blade with his sword and binding the blades together.
No matter what, the sword had to move for there to be a next move, so if it was blocked by binding, there would be no next move. It
was like blocking the technique before it even started.
It was like covering the mouth before a person could even make a sound, saying that it would interrupt the singing.
It was like a friend of a ghoul to really open your eyes and watch the technique. It was like being an idiot.
So this was not a fatal method.
You had to do your best to break the opponent’s technique so that you could see the true power of the fairy’s swordsmanship in return.
If the swordsmanship was blocked to this extent, that was the end.

“Good.”

Sinar answered without a trace of laughter and pulled his sword towards his chest.

Tiriring.

The blades clashed against each other a few times and then fell apart. Encred tried to hold them together, but Shinar pulled them out by controlling the force of his push and pull.
The control of Shinar’s force contained a delicacy that even Rem, Ragna, or Audin would have difficulty imitating.
The leaf sword quickly retreated. Then, as she had said, a spring breeze blew.
Should I call it a warm breeze?
The swordsmanship that did not match the winter sunlight came down together with the blade of the spirit.
Encred felt the sensation of his shoulder touching first between the gently slashing blades.

‘It’s strange.’

The spring breeze of the fairy swordsmanship was a mix of invisible sword strikes between the blades that drew soft and flowing lines.
The invisible sword strike was, of course, the blade of spirit.
The blade blocked the front like a large leaf.
Should I force it through? Or should I shake it off and aim for the side?
Both were possible methods. Encred tried them in turn.
It was a fight where he pulled Will up and swung his swords. Shinar was a skilled fairy knight.
So it was difficult to subdue him in one breath. And there was no need for that.
The two did not show off their skills. Instead, they showed each other their techniques.
When he tried to pierce, the leaves blocked him.
When he aimed for the side, the leaves tried to cover his entire body.
Encred dodged and blocked by kicking and striking with a powerful sword strike.

“That’s it for today. See you tomorrow.”

After a while of chatting, Shinar spoke and turned around. There was no joke as usual.

“It’s okay.”
“It’s a defensive sword technique that suppresses fast and strong swords.”

Rem and Ragnar added a word each. Encred nodded as if to say yes.
The next day, Shinar came again. It was late afternoon.

“I’ll show you a summer shower.”
“Good.”

There was no reason to refuse. They started sparring again. Then Encred opened his eyes wide.

“The sword has changed?”

Encrid said this as he watched the Leaf Sword transform into a long whip.

Chiriririring.

The moment Sinar said the word “sudden shower,” the blades of the ages began to waver and grow.

“Magic sword.”

Luagarne muttered.
The blade became thinner and longer. In an instant, it became a long sword. Soon, the blade began to scatter light and really started to pour down like rain.
A rain of blades poured down from above his head.
Encred chose to parry rather than dodge. It was his intuition, but he knew that if he dodged, the rain would chase him, and he judged that if he tried to dodge, he would lose the strength to counterattack, which would be the cause of his defeat.
His sparring with Rem was not a waste of time.

Tata dadadadadang!

If the Jin Sword wasn’t light, it would have been difficult to block all of the attacks.
Between the pouring sword strikes, a blue energy pierced in.
The energy that was green yesterday was blue today.
The swift and fast sword strikes danced in the accelerated thoughts.

‘If you stop the waves, you stop the rain.’

Encred had yet to perfect the swordsmanship he had learned before.
It was a swordsmanship he had named the Wavebreaker Sword. He pulled out his unfinished swordsmanship again and barely managed to block the attack, but the blade swung back and forth, sometimes aiming for his ankle, and sometimes trying to wrap around his wrist.

‘If you catch a cold, you’ll get cut.’

The raindrops move with the wind. So is this possible?
Anyway, it was the time when I finished the day with a fight.

“Tomorrow is autumn leaves.”

Sinar turned around after speaking while attacking Encrid.

“I look forward to it.”

Encred answered.
The next day, we were able to see a swordsmanship called Autumn Leaves, and by this time the number of onlookers had increased.