Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 622

622. Words Spoken Through a Sword

“It’s really amazing.”

This is what Rem said as he retrieved the axe.

“what?”

Encred rolled his ankle back and forth, feeling numb from the strain. It wasn’t broken, and he didn’t feel much pain.
Not bad.
Even though his ankle had been twisted at an abnormal angle while repeatedly moving excessively during his sparring with Rem a little while ago, it wasn’t broken or twisted.
If it had been a normal person, he would have become limping if he didn’t receive immediate treatment, but Encred wasn’t like that. It
was thanks to the repeated training he had done with Audin to increase his flexibility. It was also thanks
to the knight’s technique, Endure, which connected to his armor and made him strong skin and muscles, and it was also thanks to the ‘Holding Will’ he had learned and used.
Holding Will was a technique he had learned from Audin, and it was said that all knights train constantly.

“It’s to protect you by giving you willpower when you receive shock or when your joints are twisted by excessive movement. The paladin protects you from injury with his divinity while also healing you, but Willow can’t do that, so he just holds on.”

That was Audin’s explanation. Of course, it wasn’t easy to learn.
In common parlance, he learned it through hardships that almost killed him. He didn’t really die. It would be a little awkward to meet the master after dying during training.

“Hey, you should die only in the wall I built. What are you going to do if you die alone, you punk?”

Wouldn’t he say something like that?
I don’t know. The boatman I met in my dream recently didn’t seem like he would say something like that.

“Enjoy it. When the moment of despair comes, I will personally be there to see you.”

He just said things like that. Those words didn’t sound like a blessing. I didn’t think of them as a curse either, but that’s just how it was.
There was no need to think about the boatman any more.
The training method that Audin suggested and implemented for Will, who was holding on, was very simple.

“Okay, I’m going to break your bones. Hold on tight.”

He grabbed Encred’s forearm with one hand and pulled it, then raised his other hand and took a stance to strike, saying this.

“Gummy bear has finally gone crazy.”

Rem, who was watching, left a comment.

“If it breaks, Seiki will help heal it. I also see this as a good opportunity to teach Seiki how to use the sacred.”

Naturally, Audin ignored it. Hearing that, Encrid could easily have sweated a little.
Audin’s words showed his determination to break it.

“If you have nothing to do, sleep.”

Ragna also left a review.

“That’s useful.”

Luagarne said something that would make Frock look at her. Lawford and Pell turned pale.

“Do you really have to go that far?”

Fel muttered like that, but in the end, Fel and Lawford also ended up doing similar training. Anyway,
Encred woke up Will, who was being hit and twisted while holding on. If I were to write this process as an autobiography, I would easily write over ten thousand characters, Encred sometimes thought. That means it was that hard.
After that, he saw the unique swordsmanship of the elves and was inspired, and he sparred with Rem, pouring everything he had.
The words that came out of Rem’s mouth right after the sparring were really amazing.
Encred’s thoughts seemed long but were short. It was just the days of training that had passed by.
Now, this kind of review was instantaneous.
It was enough to ask what was amazing.
Rem responded to Encred’s words.

“Sometimes it seems like he has no talent other than being a polite ghoul, but now that I look at him, he seems to be somewhat of a genius.”

He said this while scratching his head with the handle of a sickle. Encred listened silently to Rem’s words and then answered.

“It’s not talent, it’s the accumulated experience. I compressed a few things that weren’t established in my head, and based on that, I set a direction.”
“So, isn’t that something that can’t be done without talent?”
“You just need to accumulate a lot of experience.”
“What? If you die, you’ll come back to life and repeat the process.”
“How did you know?”
“Oh, let’s stop talking.”

Rem didn’t know that he had hit the nail on the head.
Encred didn’t convince his opponent whether he believed him or not. He just reconsidered what he had learned from the previous sparring session.
That is, he summarized everything he had realized earlier.
This was something he had been doing every day recently. It was the reason why he had more time to meditate.
The biggest realization he had was this.

‘There is no such thing as a single point of concentration.’

In extreme situations, when concentration soared, time would feel like it slowed down. It was an acceleration of thought. As Encred reflected on this, he realized that, regardless of the name of the technique, all of his subordinate knights could do similar things.
Not only Ragnar, but also Rem, Audin, and Saxon could do it. However, they had not mastered the technique of single-point concentration. And
yet they did it. Why? He asked, but the answer he got was that they did it because they knew how to do it.
He put their annoying attitude aside. In fact, he didn’t care at all.
For now, he was busy just thinking about what he had learned.

‘Then why do technologies have names?’

That was because it was difficult to get used to it unless it was clearly established. That was when I realized this.

“Don’t you have anything like a single point of focus?”

Encred grabbed Ragnar again and asked him questions to get the answers he needed. The answer he got from the man who taught him to focus was amazing.

“Yes. I don’t.”

I didn’t ask why. There was no need to check.
After that, I looked back and checked what I had, and I knew that I didn’t need to give it a fancy name when swinging my sword.

‘So that it pops out naturally.’

If you had focused and trained up until the process of condensing and gathering the will, then the priority was to practice it countless times so that it would come out reflexively before you could think about it.
Yes, it was a well-known fact. You could say
it was the foundation of swordsmanship. However, I just realized the foundation now.
At first, I knew it with my head, then my body responded, and now I understood it from deep within my heart.

“How many times do I have to tell you to do it naturally, like breathing?”

I can understand Rem’s annoyance at the thought of spouting such things out. It’s easy to say.
However, it couldn’t be helped that it was different to put it into practice and understand it with one’s heart, even if it was easy to
say. Especially for someone who wasn’t born with talent, ‘breathing naturally’ was extremely difficult.
This was also the reason why he got stuck while trying to create a new swordsmanship called the Wave-Blocking Sword.
Waves are water. In other words, he had to create a barrier that could perfectly block an amorphous flying attack with a sword.
That’s the meaning contained in the swordsmanship. So how would he implement it?
Great swordsmanship has to have meaning, a way to implement it, and a way to train.
Meaning, a way to implement it, a way to train.
These are the three things needed to learn swordsmanship.
In Encred’s mind, the Wave-Blocking Swordsmanship up until now had only meaning.

‘A sword that even blocks waves.’

Now, I have thought about the implementation method, and naturally, my thoughts have reached the training method. Although it is not perfectly established, it seems that my blocked vision has been completely opened up.
That was the result of today’s training with Rem.
In addition, as I have experienced several times so far, while I was awakening and learning, I experienced a process in which the experiences I have accumulated so far were naturally expressed.
Can I explain this entire process in words?

‘It’s difficult. So, once you realize something, it’s hard to express it in words.’

Encred, however, vaguely thought that he could establish the path he had walked in some form.
He didn’t know exactly how yet, but he had a feeling that it would happen.
So it was a thought that came to him naturally.

‘So that’s why Shinardo used a sword to convey his message.’

It was difficult to convey in words.
Only then did Encred realize that the demonstration of the unique swordsmanship of the Elves was Shinar’s farewell message, and that he had also realized the hidden meaning of the letter he had left, saying that he would wait for her to come and propose.

‘He’s telling me not to look for it.’

Why did he say that he would propose if he found her?
He always said no to the jokes about engagement, so the fact that he used the word proposal meant that he should not look for her.
Of course, Encred could not know Shinar’s true intentions perfectly. He only thought that way inside.
It was also a somewhat correct guess.
Shinar had left a letter with that meaning.

* * *

Even though it was the height of winter, the Border Guard was filled with excitement.
The standing army, including the Rem Regiment, had mostly dealt with the incidents caused by the cultists, and it was around this time that Chrys had listened to Abnayer’s advice and decided to reorganize his unit.
Reorganization is the organization of a military organization. It was something he had done before, but while he had only roughly sketched out the outline before, this time he had drawn it in detail, even down to the eyeballs.
First, he started with Encred’s unit and created what was known as the Mad Guard.
The unit leader was Fel, a member of the Knights Templar.

“Why should I take that job?”
“I thought it was for the most talented person, wasn’t I?”

Encred heard that this was the general conversation that went on between Fel and Crys.
There were probably longer conversations and various suggestions when it came to persuading him, but that was the gist of it.
Fel became the crazy captain of the guard.

“Those who are less talented than me, roll over.”

And she caught her unit members more fiercely than Encred. Then Luagarne helped with that.
There were few combatants as good as her in the area of ​​individual tactics using the surrounding environment.
This was a field that required experience and study, whether it was a knight or anything else.
Well, everyone learned what they needed by watching Luagarne.
Then, the Rem assault unit, which was under Rem’s command, announced that it would maintain its previous form, and because of that, Chrys received a letter threatening his life.
It said to disband the Rem assault unit immediately.
Chrys took it to Rem in a hurry to ensure his own safety.
Rem immediately called up all of his unit members.

“Oh, I’m not looking for the guy who wrote the letter. You’re all one. If one of you does something wrong, we all get punished.”
“Isn’t that unreasonable?”

He is a person who has acquired skills through persistence. In the place where I used to live, a member of the unit who was quite famous rebelled.
It is good to come here and learn. But he said that he did not send letters or know about it, so why should he be treated like this?

“That’s my standard. If you mess with me, just grab me and make me the deputy commander.”

Ah, Rem.
Rem did not persuade his men with words. He simply did not feel the need to. He ruled with force.

“You crazy kid.”

Instead, even when his subordinates said this, he would turn a deaf ear. The swearing that came out during training was a daily occurrence.
Rem would scold his subordinates with things like ten-day sparring.
Ten-day sparring meant that they would take turns fighting Rem for ten days, but Rem did not treat them gently.

“Do you think I won’t kill you in the end? You are different from the captain. I don’t care if a few of you die.”

The sorcery specialized in dealing with intangible powers. The fear that Rem gave seeped into the bones of the unit members.
The only answer was to fight with all one’s might to survive. They did so and survived.
Of course, Rem had a hard time, contrary to what he said, but those who were hit really experienced something close to death.
In fact, if they had let their guard down even a little, they could have died.
At this time, Rem had been caught up in the theory that half-killing Encred would make even the untalented ones enlightened.
That theory wasn’t wrong. It was effective enough.
However, in fact, if they rolled around like this and survived, it was natural that they would all become natural fighters.
After that, there were also some members of the Rem unit who glared at Krys or got angry.

“Rem!”

Christ always subdued them with a single word.
Judging from the situation, it seemed as if they were determined to pursue Christ. They also had foul mouths.
But they were still disciplined.
They never dreamed of disobeying orders, and they were faithful to their duties and followed orders well.

“A unit with poor discipline is a rotten apple. A rotten apple causes the apples around it to rot as well.”

Abnayer also helped a lot in this area.
Even when there was a commotion in the Rem unit, Kreis did what he had to do. He also entrusted Ragnar with the unit.
Of course, you can’t expect this crazy lazy bum to do the duty of a commander, but that doesn’t mean there’s no way around it.