Chapter 109 – Female Knight
1st Independent Task Force.
It is the starting point of Netoru and is commonly referred to as Unit 001.
It was a mobile unit that wandered all over the country, unlike other units that each guarded their own area, so the unit numbering was ‘0’.
But now it was a disbanded unit a long time ago. It was because the unit was wiped out in the last mission.
To be honest, Netoru didn’t miss the place very much. It was a unit that was put in place when there was a dangerous task or mission, rather than a mobile unit.
Netoru closed his eyes for a moment at the name of the unit he hadn’t heard in a while, then firmly gripped the spear in his hand.
Unfortunately, the scene of the battlefield he had just remembered was the last mission of Unit 001.
Bugs constantly creeping in. The situation is hopeless. The only thing you can trust is yourself.
The last mission in particular was close to hell. It is difficult to expect support from other units, let alone the observation of the commander. It was a task that each had to rely on their own capabilities.
Netoru, recalling his memories of that time, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with calm eyes.
I’m not sure why he knew he was in the 1st Mobile Independent Corps, but Netoru hinted at him.
“It’s true that I’m from the 1st Mobile Independent Task Force, but do you have any business with me related to that?”
“Hmm? What to see? Ah···. Don’t get me wrong. Meeting you here right now is purely by chance. I just asked about the story just out of curiosity.”
Having said that, Berléans followed Netoru and took out a weapon for practice that was stored nearby. What he was holding was a sword. While swinging it lightly, he looked at the spear Netoru was holding.
“By the way, do you handle spears by any chance?”
Berléans heard that Netoru killed the Death Worm with the venereal weapon Alstferon. However, the Arstferon he remembers was clearly not a spear, but a great sword.
“It’s not my main weapon, but I handle spears moderately.”
“Hmm. Moderately… Well, it’s good to be able to handle multiple weapons. You never know what will happen on the battlefield.”
In moderation, the skill with the spear wasn’t too bad… Berléans smiled at Netoru’s indifferent answer. He wasn’t particularly laughing.
It was just pure curiosity. It’s rare for an agency-trained pilot to be able to handle multiple weapons.
It takes a lot of time to handle one weapon freely. So unless you’ve been trained since childhood, it’s better to learn one properly than to use multiple weapons unnecessarily.
This was true not only for those from the institution, but also for the knights.
That’s why, in fact, it is sometimes advised to dig only one well rather than learn multiple weapons.
Berléans lightly turned his shoulder as if to relieve his aching body and approached Toru. Staying where he was, Netoru stared at the approaching middle-aged man.
“I heard the story. You say you killed the Death Worm?”
“I was lucky.”
“Hmm. What’s lucky That’s all skill.”
The Death Worm seen by Berléans was never a monster to be caught by chance. Besides, no matter how much he said he was using a venereal weapon, the problem was that he caught it by himself.
The fact that he created a gap where he could use a venereal weapon alone was proof that he had great enough skills.
“Looks like you’ve been warming up a bit. Would you like to play with me for a while?”
“Are you going to have sparring?”
“What is that? You can decline it if you don’t like it.”
Netoru stared at Berléans with subtle eyes. It was because he seemed to have a pretty turbulent personality for a knight of his.
Thinking about what to do, Netoru looked up at the sky. Suddenly, the sky was turning blue. Netoru nodded his head as he watched the brilliance of his paint spreading.
There is plenty of time, and it’s sweat that started to shed once anyway.
Besides, sparring with knights was not something that could be done often. So it’s good to try it while you can.
Having made up his mind, Netoru put the spear he was holding into the arsenal where it was originally kept. Then he picked up a sword exactly the same as the one Berléans was holding.
“Hoo? Aren’t you fighting with a spear?”
Netoru quietly nodded.
He can’t help but exert all his might in dealing with the knight. Netoru swung lightly as if feeling the weight of the sword before standing in front of him.
At that moment, the distance between the two is about 10m.
It may seem far away to the general public, but to a male pilot who trains his body to the limit, it was a position where the distance between each other would be narrowed in one or two steps.
Moreover, they say that they now fight by riding a biological weapon called a sexual cavalry, but the nature of the knight does not change easily.
Originally, knights were the masters of the era who were said to have captured dragons and monsters. Beings who challenge the realm of superhumans by forging their human bodies to the limit.
This is probably the case with the middle-aged person in front of you.
Netoru slowly raised the tip of his sword, which was pointed downward. The blunt blade drawn to the middle was pointed at Berléans, and at that moment, what appeared in his desolate eyes was a sharp fighting intent as if he would be cut at any moment.
Seeing Netoru’s eyes like that, Berléans felt the air around him sink heavily.
In the sparring, which was lightly proposed to find out what kind of young man he was, he was emitting a fierce air as if he were making a life-and-death decision.
A feeling of pressure as if the whole body is being sucked in.
While adjusting his loose senses so as not to be dragged along by them, Berléans felt the world suddenly blur in the sunlight that slowly drifted around him.
At that moment, while everything in the world was slowly changing, only Berléans and Netorou were moving in it.
Each other’s sword blades crossed each other, and sword strikes faster than sound collided endlessly. Dozens of sword strikes were exchanged in a sense that even time was stretched out.
Numerous traces drawn by the sword appeared and disappeared repeatedly, embroidering in the field of view. But in the end, they gathered in one place and converged as if looking for an answer.
Eventually, it was the time when the blade of the sword was flashing as if taking the life of the opponent along the optimal path.
“·······”
Whoops- Berléans let go of his breathing. Cold sweat ran down his back. Only then did he blink his eyes and see reality.
Their position with each other does not change.
The distance remained the same, the posture of holding the sword and the stride of the feet trampling on the ground were also unchanged.
In the end, all of those things just now were just fantasies and predictions vaguely drawn in my head. But in it, Berléans had just taken the young man’s life with all his might.
…That’s interesting.
It’s interesting. No matter how imaginary it is, in his imagination he had to fight to the point of killing a young man without even having time to feel relaxed.
Fighting while riding a holy cavalry and fighting directly with the body feel completely different. Moreover, it is even more so when it is a sparring between humans.
In the first place, the institution only teaches how to fight bugs, not the killing techniques that kill humans. That’s why it was almost impossible for an institution graduate to win against a knight without riding a holy cavalry.
Being a knight was like a weapon of war that was raised to kill both bugs and humans, and pilots from institutions were raised to deal only with bugs.
But what is this?
For some reason, I could feel Berléans.
The young man in front of me now is learning not only the skills to defeat the monster called bug, but also how to deal with humans.
What is it for?
In an era of war with bugs, there would be no reason to need a way to kill humans.
To find the answer, Berléans kicked the ground.
In the end, what Berléans envisioned was nothing but a vague imagination. You won’t know the answer unless you clash swords against each other.
Tuo-!
Eventually, as if drawing the same landscape he had drawn in his head, swords crossed each other, and Berléans gave strength to his body to destroy the unrepentant young man.
Hot!
The sound of something breaking in his body resonated clearly.
2.
7:00
After all, the fixed rhythm of life in Area 39 is unavoidable. I didn’t set an alarm, but my eyes opened on their own.
As soon as she lifted the blanket, she wanted to sleep a bit longer as the cold air came in naturally, but Karen made an effort to stretch her and left the room after making the bed.
However, it was quiet inside the unit, probably because no one had woken up yet.
Well, it’s not that strange.
Currently, Unit 393 is stationed in the city for a break, and the commander Lien also told his troops to rest well for now. Maybe that’s why, lately, everyone has been sleeping in late.
Opportunities like this are rare. When will we be able to relax like this without worrying about bugs? It was a time when I was walking down an empty hallway, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the unit, although it was unfamiliar to me. Suddenly, Karen’s steps stopped.
It was because Karen, who was walking down her hallway, was drawn to a strange sight. What she found was a blonde man.
“…Netoru?”
It is my honest feeling that it would be nice if the immature guy could stay still, but he is also a diligent guy. While everyone else was sleeping, I could see Netoru, who was covered in sweat, as if he had been training since early morning.
However, there was something more eye-catching than Netoru.
It was the figure of a middle-aged man walking carefully as if walking on thin ice, leaning on Netoru’s body. It’s obvious, but it’s the first time I’ve seen Karen.
…What the hell is that situation?
Karen tilted her head with her puzzled face, then moved her steps towards Netoru.
