Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 667

667. Penna is enough

There could be no higher compliment for Eitri, and yet the iron-pounding madman stood up without a trace of laughter.

“Jincheol.”

The greeting was also plain.

“I get it.”

Encred also nodded blandly. After a short conversation, Encred left the forge and hurried his steps. There was nothing urgent. He just wanted to hurry back and swing his cloud sword.
To be exact, it was the Mukgeumjin cloud sword, but that name was too long.

‘It needs a name similar to Odd Eyes.’

Any name that is intuitive and catchy will do.

‘Three iron swords?’

If the sword had an ego, it would have jumped out of its scabbard right now and declared its intention to run away. Of course, since the sword has no ego, that didn’t happen.

‘Is it good?’

Encred was inwardly amazed.
Although it was centered around the iron, it was ambiguous to call it a iron sword.
They say that each iron has different qualities, but the iron that Eitri handled this time was easy to break when sharpened, but when made into a pillar, it became extremely hard and its center of gravity was evenly distributed.
The black snake Elele didn’t make it into armor for nothing. It had properties that were more useful when made into armor, and Eitri used it to make the center axis of a sword. He
left the rest, saying he would use it as research material.
After exchanging various thoughts at the blacksmith shop, when he came out with various thoughts, people were starting to come out to the market one by one and it was starting to bustle. But that didn’t mean there was no room to step.
After Chrys divided the city into districts, there weren’t many people so crowded that it was hard to move, and it was still early.
Encred was walking through the market. He took his left foot and then his right foot. Then, before his left foot touched the ground again, Encred placed his hand on the grip of his sword, and while turning his body around his left ankle, he naturally stopped half a step behind his right foot.
With that short movement, Encred took in everything around him.
To the right, above, there was a tent and a building with a wooden frame that had just begun to be built, and underneath that, there were nails and a hammer that the carpenter had brought. To the left, a child who had woken up early today was sitting on the steps in front of his house with a blank stare. The sunlight pouring down from the clear sky was blocked by the shadows created by the buildings and tents, and people were walking between them.
And there was also a swordsman who was neither hiding in the shadows nor covering himself.
It was beyond the intersection in the middle of the market. A woman wearing a breastplate made of iron plates and leather armor that covered her waist and thighs. Her attire gave off an excessive sense of confidence. She moved her lips.

“Right?”

It was a question, but it wasn’t really a question. It was a question that was already answered. So instead of answering, she took action. Her body, which had hit the ground, crossed the intersection.

Ching!

She drew her sword and ran, brushing past those standing at the intersection. If you looked at it from above, it would have been a line that drew a gentle curve.
She moved through the crowd like an agile snake and slashed. The snake’s front teeth, which had been cutting through the crowd, turned into blades and flew towards Encred’s forehead.

ping.

Naturally, the blade failed to achieve its purpose. Encred dodged to the side and slashed Penna upward.
The new sword he had received was still unfamiliar to his hands. He could not gamble with an unfamiliar sword against such an opponent.

Shh.

Pennado failed to achieve her goal. She read the timing of the encounter and drew an unavoidable trajectory, but her opponent also read the move and moved away. She was already under the tent that had been set up with poles and the entrance and roof rolled up.
Dark shadows covered half of the swordsman’s body.
The corners of her lips, which were gently curled, expressed the woman’s current mood.

‘You’re laughing.’

It looked fun. Then she moved again. It was a speed that could not be considered inferior to Encred.
The swords exchanged and evasive maneuvers continued.
Neither of them could easily win the match and neither tried to get down. It was not easy to predict each other’s next move with speed and insight.
She could do it as well as Encred, so they read each other’s moves.

Swish, peek, snap, swoosh.

The two swung their swords among the people as if they had agreed.
Yet, no one was hurt.
A penna brushed past the head of the boy who was staring blankly ahead. With restrained movements and control of strength, only a small wind blew over the boy’s head.
The little boy noticed the two who had already passed and lowered his head, but he patted his head for no reason, but the two had already passed him.
The opponent’s swordsman’s blade brushed past the shoulder of the old woman who was walking slowly. However, since it did not even brush past, the old woman paused for a moment and tilted her head.

“uh?”

It wasn’t that everyone didn’t notice the two fighting. However, it was hard to figure out exactly what to say.
The baker who was baking bread in the early morning blinked. Did something pass by?
In fact, it was hard to see properly. As he moved without stopping his feet, something would come and go in his field of vision and then disappear with a whoosh.
It seemed as if the two had made a pact and were playing tag among the people.
The problem was that the people playing tag had swords in their hands, but since the two were swinging their swords without stopping, it was hard to see them at a glance, so it was hard to figure out what they were doing.

“Is it a fight?”

So, this is what they say.
Encred thought that fighting in the middle of the market was disadvantageous to him.
If the opponent was targeting the people around him, he had to fight while protecting them. The swordsman skillfully used human shields. He had the upper hand in strength, but it was a bad battlefield to utilize that strength.

‘The tactical position is not good.’

In order to avoid this situation, when fighting the demonic one-killer, I intentionally drew his attention first and prevented him from looking elsewhere.
The swordsman who appeared now had a higher level of understanding of tactics than the one-killer.
Is there no strategy in a personal fight?
There is. There are many. All efforts to gain even a small advantage by considering environmental factors are in the realm of tactics.

‘Better than me.’

Encred knew one thing for sure after a few clashes. Her opponent knew how to use the environment and had the advantage on the battlefield.
Everyone around her was her shield right now.
Conversely, everyone around her soon became a burden to Encred.
However, she did not think of them as burdens. If she had such a mind, she would not have made the pledge to protect everything behind her in the first place.

‘Let’s do the math.’

High-speed accidents and accident splitting, the wave barrier is not only a sword that blocks, but also trains the mind.
After returning to the Border Guard, there was time spent with the members. Didn’t he learn anything during that time? That wasn’t the case.
Encred walked slowly, even though it was a little slow, as Rem said, a talent that was strangely annoying. There are things he gained from that.
It increases the area of ​​the wave barrier sword. This is partly borrowed from Saxon’s specialty.

“I expand the realm of my senses to create my own territory.”

As Sachsen said, Encred did something similar. What he saw, what he heard, what he smelled, what he tasted, what he felt on his skin.
He synthesized everything and predicted what would happen with his sixth sense. He put all the information around him in his head in an instant and calculated and calculated again.

‘The awl pierces the circle.’

The incidental benefit of forging the Wavebreaker Sword is that it connects the Wavebreaker Sword’s thinking to it.
That is, it is seeing the future through calculations.

‘High-speed thinking allows you to see further than your opponent.’

My eyes were burning, and my nose was bleeding and gushing, grazing my upper lip.
There were a few conditions that had to be met
before doing something like this. First of all, it had to be a familiar place that I frequented often. Otherwise, there were too many factors that went into the calculations, and my head would explode.
Next, I had to know my limits.

‘If you overdo it, you’ll faint.’

Even a human head will explode when overheated. Haven’t you already experienced it?
Encred had perfectly implemented those two elements.
He didn’t visit the Border Guard market often, but it was a familiar path, and secondly, adjusting the limits was something he had done countless times today.
The important thing was control, and if we were to just talk about control over Will, Encred was the best among the madmen.
He stamped his toes on the ground. He did it on purpose. That drew people’s attention. Calculation is a battle of probability.
He draws several lines in advance. Instead of avoiding and gaining a small advantage, he pulls the future he collides with. It was a process of pushing the opponent to a place where he couldn’t avoid it.
Encred brought the future he had seen in his head into the present.
Feeling the attention of the people, he stepped to the side. His steps were incomparably slower than before.
The opponent’s blade, judging that the movement he had made while moving at high speed was an opportunity, flew towards him. It was behind him on the left. Encred gently turned his waist and pulled his sword with the minimum movement.

‘Here’s a new sword.’

With his left hand, he pulls out half of the sword he received earlier and uses it as a shield. If the opponent withdraws his sword here, he will thrust his sword as if chasing him.
Since the opponent knows this, he cannot withdraw his sword here or use another method.

earth!

It was an intentional noise. Only after the blades met and the scream of destruction did someone cry out.

“It’s a fight!”

When the anxiety was too much, Cris had the Border Guard residents do something called evacuation drills.
This was to make sure that no one would stay still and get stabbed by a blind knife.
At the time, there were citizens who cursed at him for doing something unnecessary, but as soon as they heard the sound, they quickly hid in their houses and went into stores.

“police!”

Someone else shouted:

“The time given to us will be short, right?”

The swordsman realized that he had been hit and spoke. However, he did not particularly regret the disappearance of the human shields that were moving away. He did not catch anyone to use as a meat shield.
The opponent was a knight. If not, at least someone of similar skill.
Instead of responding to the opponent’s words, Encred put back the half-drawn sword.

Okay.

It is smooth when pulled out, and smooth when going back in. It is worthy of the name of a great sword. Even the scabbard seemed like a part of the sword. It is a sword that has been carefully finished even to the scabbard.
If I am not confident of winning and a dangerous moment comes, I will take out a new sword and use it regardless of whether it is used to my hand or not.

‘Penna is enough.’

Encred didn’t do that either,
because he didn’t think he would lose. The only strange thing was that the other person’s face looked a little familiar? But it was hard to remember where I had seen it.
No matter how well I remembered people’s faces, if I looked back on the day I had spent, it was impossible to remember all the people I had met in passing.

“Your tactical thinking is excellent. You judged that the battlefield was unfavorable and eliminated the disadvantage, right?”

The female swordsman spoke again, and Encred nodded. It was worth answering just for not aiming at the person who was walking away.

“And you’re confident enough to catch me? Did you just receive the half-drawn sword? Did you change your weapon recently as well? You use it because it makes up for its length, and judging by the blade standing on one side, it’s specialized for cutting.”

It was a question that contained an answer. In other words, it was not an attitude that demanded an answer. The woman lowered her sword. It was a sword with an unusually white blade.
Just from the one collision just a moment ago, I knew that this sword was no ordinary sword.

“What are other people doing now?”

Then, she suddenly said.

“Am I the only one here?”

Whether it’s a habit or not, every word I utter is a question.

“No, it won’t be, it won’t be.”

Even when he didn’t say anything, his tone seemed to be that of a passing remark, but the meaning behind his words was clear.

“What are you?”

This time, Encred asked.
If he wasn’t alone, then there were other people who attacked him.
Then it sounded like he was targeting the Border Guard rather than himself.
It was hard to guess his identity. It was because there was too little information. Then I could have asked him more. But I should have asked him after I beat him up.

“Who am I?”

She asked and moved again. The human shield seemed to be cumbersome, moving faster than when she first saw it.
The blade, which had changed into a line, cut through the space and flew in, leaving an afterimage.
Encred didn’t stop calculating. In order to see before his opponent, he heated up his brain even more.
He calculated the probability and found the most reasonable line. This might be the way to make every swing the right one.
His overheated head searched for the answer. He read the enemy’s mind between the trajectories of the blades and chose a response. Trained muscles are a good tool to support high-speed thinking.

earth!

The swords met again and fell apart. Encred’s grip was numb because his opponent was also strong.

“Are you really strong?”

I asked if the other person was surprised, and his voice seemed to be drawn out. This was because he took his feet off again and ran dynamically while talking.
Calculating the probability between the blades. Encred tasted joy even as his nose bled profusely.
In fact, it was so much fun since a while ago that it felt like his brain was slowly melting.