Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 694

694. Respond

The man with six swords looked at Encred, who was smiling throughout the fight, and nodded inwardly.

‘You have an outstanding temperament.’

The way he laughs and rushes at you is like that. He seems to enjoy the pressure of the head of the household to a degree that is not easily seen even among Odinkar or other children of Zaun.
It is rare and special, and catches the eye, but since that level is not uncommon in Zaun, I just thought it was like this.

“One more round?”

The words Encred spat out immediately after his defeat were not like that. The emotions contained in those words stabbed my heart.
The owner of the six swords, even though he did not know exactly who he was dealing with, hoped that the head of the household would accept that man’s request.
Look at the desperation in those blue eyes between the black hair.

‘Gaju, isn’t that what you emphasize every day?’

Didn’t I say that just a little while ago?
The current earnestness is always a step behind, and only the efforts accumulated in the past will respond to the current earnestness.
But that black-haired man, even though he was being told that he was great, poured out his earnest feelings.

I’ll swing my sword more. It’s not over yet. Hang out with me a little longer.

Scream out your emotions.

‘It’s great to admit defeat, and it’s also great to enjoy swordsmanship.’

There is nothing better than having a sense of urgency.
It is one of the teachings of the Zawoon family. It is also the creed of the head of the family.
A genius who has lost his sense of urgency cannot be considered a genius, so Ragnar was sent out, but the man who came with him showed his heart. Very passionately.

“……It’s a rare temperament.”

Jawoon is questioning the temperament. The blond middle-aged man is speaking from the side.
The man with six swords criticized him without even turning his head to say anything.

“Is it rare? It is a precious quality. Cultivate your discerning eye. Hescal.”

My intuition, having lived with a sword for a long time, sees something special about this man. It may be because I specialize in the concept of waves, but that’s what I feel now.
The blond, middle-aged man didn’t seem to be that bad. He showed a look of surprise in his eyes, but his attitude was relatively calm.

“I always say this, but it’s unpleasant to hear you talk about taste.”

The blond man called Hescal took the words, but the man with the six swords did not answer any further.
Is this important now? Not at all.
There were many eyes besides these two. One of them was Anne, and her heart was also aching at Encred’s desperation, so her gaze was stolen and she hoped that the man who killed her master would rise again.
Then she naturally turned her gaze to the person who would answer Encred’s question. She
thought she saw a thin black smoke dissipate from the corner of the head of the household’s mouth. It was so brief that it could be considered a half-illusion, and it quickly dissipated.
Also, I was so surprised that I had forgotten, but I could smell a smell that only an alchemist who had worked with drugs and herbs for a long time could smell.
Anne escaped the emotional aftereffects that Encred had conveyed. The alchemist’s instinct and her desire combined to awaken her mind.

‘ah.’

Anne realized something and tried to say something, but the head of the household was faster than her.

“Now I will take your place.”

She went without asking for permission from the head of the household, but no one questioned her.
In terms of skill alone, everyone knew that Alexandra was just as good as the head of the household.
Even Encred, who was kneeling on one knee and glaring, could sense it from the atmosphere and momentum.
Some here know this and some don’t, but the swordsmanship teacher of the imperial recruiter called Schmidt was Alexandra.
Schmidt’s sword focused on speed. That was natural. Her sword was fast even before she had the surname Zaun.
When the fame of the Knight of the Winds striking the continent on his own two legs spread, Alexandra had a similar nickname.
Blitzkling, or lightning blades in the continental language.
Her signature weapon was two swords with blades slightly longer than short swords. Even on particularly dark days, it seemed as if a cold light lingered only around her blades.

‘The house is heavy.’

His wife is fast.
Having seen his father and mother’s swords since he was young, it may have been natural for Ragnar to use a heavy and fast sword.
After he finished speaking, he gave him time to catch his breath, but before he knew it, one of Alexandra’s twin swords turned into a dot and stabbed Encred between the eyebrows.

Jjieeeeeek-

A noise like lightning followed the sword that had become a dot. Encred turned his head to the side with intense concentration.

Pick!

The ball was cut by the blade, and a drop of blood flew into the air. There were at least fifteen strikes before a single drop of blood fell to the ground, splashing in the air.

Tata dadadadadang!

Encred had already risen from the ground, and stood with his sword out at an angle, as if he were hiding his body behind it.
Alexandra stood four and a half steps back, holding her sword in both hands.

Rururururung.

Thunder rumbled as dark clouds gathered in the distance. It looked as if rain was about to pour down.

Gulp.

The wound must have been quite deep when the ball was scratched, and blood flowed down Encred’s cheek and pooled on the tip of his chin.

“I’ll finish it before it rains.”

Alexandra said.

“Is that so?”

Encred answered with a ragged breath. How did I stop the sword strike just now? She asked herself and sought an answer. No answer came.
Should she say she was lucky?
Alexandra opened her mouth again as if to give Encred a moment to catch his breath.

“It’s a rare day. There’s a storm brewing around this time of year, but it’s on a scale I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what god is playing a prank, but it’s not the sword god. The sword god wouldn’t be interested in anything other than swordsmanship.”
“Is that so?”

The corners of Alexandra’s mouth went up.

“Look at this kid? He won’t listen to me.”

There is no perfect person in the world. Ragnar knew his mother’s shortcomings. She was gentle, but the moment she crossed a certain line, the honorifics disappeared from her speech. It was a warning sign.

* * *

‘What is this?’

Encred focused on something that seemed within him, almost within his grasp.
He had seen a mirage in the desert, and if he concentrated, he could catch it. So he unknowingly let out his desperation.
The earnestness he had usually kept deep in his heart was now showing up. Beyond joy, he was seething with a desire to have this right now.
He wanted to swing his sword fiercely. He didn’t know how. He didn’t know the path. He just wanted to swing his sword.
He added one more wind to it.

‘As long as possible.’

I want to swing my sword again and again. While maintaining my current state.
How can I do that?

‘Hold on.’

Will won’t be lacking. First, I put out the Samcheol and hid my body behind it.
I put my right foot forward and drew a line upwards using the big toe of the foot I put out as a reference point, and I blocked that line with my sword. With that, I put the sword between me and my opponent. That way, only the sword is visible to the opponent.

‘What’s next?’

Just a moment ago, I realized that there was something similar to One Killer in the opponent’s swordsmanship.
It was a combination of instinct and calculation, but what was contained within was rationality. What if I twisted that a little?
I tried it directly against the demon called One Killer, and I did it while drawing it to break my own calculations.

‘No movement is allowed without meaning. The goal is disruption.’

The Wavebreaker Sword is activated. Tactical thinking tells him what to do now.
Encred moves his left hand toward Penna, dropping it. He won’t pull it out. No, he won’t even grab it.
But this action alone will cause an error in his opponent’s calculations… .

Click!

Encred saw two crescent moons falling in front of him in an instant. Literally, two swords suddenly fell in the shape of crescent moons.
He thrust his slanted three-pointed sword upwards, pushed his left foot back, and tightened his entire body muscles.
For a moment, everything slowed down. It was a swordsmanship that could not be stopped otherwise.
The moons were falling. If you mishandle a sword, you will harm yourself.
If you were pushed by the crescent moon slash, you might show off a trick of cutting your own body with your own blade.

Ta-ang! Kaaaaaaang!

Two moons are swaying the three irons. Encred judged that it was too late to use his sword to channel the power stored in the sword, so he used his Balaf style of martial arts to channel it with his body.

Couple book.

Thanks to that, the soles of both feet were pushed left and right.
Alexandra, who had been swinging her sword like two crescent moons, once again gained distance.

“Are you kidding me? I’m faster than you and you do something like that? What kind of idiot would do something like that?”

Your daughter.
Encrid swallowed the provocation. It wasn’t the time. Alexandra was definitely looking after her.
Her body had just been beaten by the head of the household. No matter how you looked at it, it was hard to see her in the best condition. Was she
looking after her because she knew that?
Actually, she wasn’t. Ragna knew that his mother’s bad habit had come out.
A cornered mouse bites a cat. But what if the opponent was a tiger?
Alexandra Jaune enjoyed cornering her opponents in sparring.
The corners of her mouth curled. It was an expression of sheer joy.

“Hey, you’ll die if you do that.”

Encred realized what he said. The murderous intent she was showing now was no joke.
The pressure was taking shape here as well.
If it was a greatsword just now, the pressure she was showing now was an arrowhead that was drawing its bowstring tightly and approaching him.
If he were to release his fingers that were pulling the string, the arrow that was a span away would fly.
The dizziness stimulated his mind and heated his brain. His heart arose and Will rushed all over his body. His head repeated his thoughts and accelerated his thinking.

‘If I keep making moves that mess up the calculations, I will expose my weaknesses.’

Therefore, it would be suicidal for someone with such fast hands.

‘That was a stupid thing to do.’

Admit it.
Encred finished her short recovery. It was a split second. Alexandra’s feet hit the ground again. Thud!
The moment she stepped on the dirt and ran, her body approached so fast that it became a blur.

‘React.’

Encred gave orders to his body.
The initial point-like stabbing followed by a high-speed series of strikes, and then the sword strike from earlier.
He hadn’t thought about it. His body moved on its own.

earth!

Alexandra’s sword swung diagonally, but Encred’s three irons parried it, but there were two swords in her hand.
The sword in her other hand slashed and stabbed Encred’s right thigh.
It was precisely the gap in the joint that the armor could not protect.
Encred used the force of the sword strike to turn her body halfway. Thanks to that, Alexandra’s sword cut her thigh, but avoided a fatal wound.
A little blood flowed from the cut collar, but it was only a scratch.

“It’s a full-body swing, you idiot! Build your abs first, and make them stronger.”

When was it? When I was a mercenary, a guide, a bodyguard, or an ornament to a noble lady, and I earned Crona and spent it without holding back.
One of the instructors said this while teaching me the basics of swordsmanship.

“Don’t just swing your arms. Use your whole body.”

So I trained my body like that. Every single day, without fail, I worked like crazy.
After that, Audyn showed me how to make my muscles thicker, tougher, and more flexible.
So I did that. I rolled my body like him.

‘My body responds well enough.’

Here, I learned how to choose any path without making a mistake. Ragnar taught me. So there is no hesitation.
Instinct and intuition raise their heads.
Alexandra’s sword flies beyond the scope of perception and calculation. Thanks to that, her senses open the floodgates and react first.
A cold wind brushes past her ears. All her senses stand on end, trying to read even the slightest hair on her head.
Alexandra’s body was soon bathed in a soft light, and her sword was similarly imbued with it.
She hides her left hand behind her, and only slashes the sword in her right hand diagonally.

‘React.’

Encred spoke to his body again.
Something vague was grasped in his hand and formed a shape.
His senses reacted first, and he performed the movement before he could recognize it. In the process, Will was used naturally.
It was a movement he had performed hundreds or thousands of times, but it was as if someone had woven threads and moved his body instead.

Bam!

With a loud noise, Encred flew backwards once again, like a puppet whose strings had snapped. However, this time, he did not roll on the floor. With a thud, someone supported his back and stopped him.
Thanks to this, Encred sat down on the floor instead of rolling around in an awkward manner. Just like before, he was on one knee.
It ended in a funny way, like the sparring with Gaju.

“What did you do?”

It was Ragnar. The look of surprise was evident in his eyes. It was a rare sight.

“I don’t know.”

Encred answers.

“Alex, are you planning on killing someone while sparring?”

Someone called Encred’s sparring partner. It was a man with six swords.

“Oh, I almost killed you. Are you okay?”

Alexandra asked if he had calmed down and returned to normal.

“Oh, but I think it’ll be okay. It’s blocking well, right?”

He added with a smile.
Encrid nodded and said.

“Yes, I blocked it. It was fun too.”

It was a word spoken with sincerity.
Ragnar looked at Encred and recalled the scene he had seen earlier.
It was hard to believe.

‘I put will on the sword.’

For a moment, it seemed that way.
Will is an intangible power. Ragnar decided that the next step was to materialize the intangible power into a tangible form.
If I had to put it into words, it would be embodiment. He
actually showed it when he broke Encred’s wave barrier. Let
me add here that he based the basis of that technique on his father’s sword.
He based the concept of embodiment on his father’s pressure. That’s why it was a great sword.
Now, he just had to compress it and emit a Will of a different quality.

‘The captain did it a little while ago.’

At that moment, Encred, who had received his mother’s sword, went ahead and went his own way.

“Let’s try again.”
“Huh? Hmm, I don’t think that’ll work.”

Encred shook his head at Ragnar’s words. And he said:

“Today isn’t the only day.”

Talent is ruthless. For some, it can be realized with just one stroke of luck, while for others, it takes dozens of similar strokes of luck.
Despite the ruthlessness of it.

“It’s fun.”

It would be rare to find someone who smiles like that. It would be truly rare.
Ragnar briefly supported his captain’s back with his palm.

“Since when?”

Anne, who had been an outsider in all this, approached the host and asked.
The host stared blankly at Anne.
Anne’s expression spoke of her seriousness.

“Tell me.”

She also boldly spoke to the head of the household as if she were ordering him around, which was normal for Anne.
Whoever it was, if the person was seriously ill and about to die, Anne would do anything to save him. That was the belief of a self-proclaimed healer.

“Let’s talk inside.”

The head of the household opened his mouth and Alexandra gestured around.

“When you’re done looking around, everyone, go and see. If you saw something good, keep training.”