Chapter 237 – 55. The Real Sword. (One)
After defeating the Imoogi, the group of mercenaries hurriedly returned to their base.
The healers did first aid, but even though it healed the wounds, it didn’t solve the fatigue accumulated in the body.
Once the biggest hurdle was passed in the subjugation operation, Allen decided to retreat to the small city of Yommol and have enough rest. If his muscles continue to accumulate fatigue, it could lead to a serious accident. And since you’ve gone through a lot of hardships, it’s only fair to compensate you this much.
The mercenaries, who had been living between the base and the mountain range for more than half a year, fell asleep in comfortable beds as soon as they arrived in the city. Even the cheapest bed is better than a hard rug on the floor.
When everyone was relaxing like that, only Agnes couldn’t lie down comfortably.
… Natasha’s, obviously, showed her a different level from her…
How the hell can that happen? What’s different about me… ?
Agnes kept repeating the question. She didn’t even know what a sword was yet and was crawling on the floor, but her opponent was literally flying around.
I was honestly nervous. No, she couldn’t help but fret. Especially since she gradually begins to think that her own talent may not be that great.
A real genius is definitely different. A real genius…
Ah.
Agnes, who was tossing and turning on the bed, eventually kicked off the covers and got up. It was already late in the evening, but his body was so hot that he couldn’t stand it.
She kicked her beloved sword, which was propped up at an angle by her bed, and headed for Natasha’s room. … However, she was not in her room. Where did you go this night?
In the end, Agnes made a fuss and headed to the backyard. It’s been a long time since I ran away from sleep anyway, with the thought of controlling this anxious mind with a sword.
… But right there, like destiny, isn’t there the person she was looking for so much!
She is a woman sitting in the middle of a clearing in the backyard, immersed in meditation, bathed in the dazzling moonlight all over her body.
A real genius, Natasha.
… The goal-crunching mercenaries are what they call flat chests after all, but Agnes didn’t care at all whether Natasha was flat chested or not. As long as the swordsman wields the sword well, it doesn’t matter if her breasts are big or small!
Agnes didn’t want to disturb Natasha’s meditation, but… , In the end, craving took over courtesy.
“… Stir… !”
Her tightly closed eyes opened, and the gum inspector turned her head in the direction of the sound.
The blue-haired beauty, Agnes Neptune. Even if Natasha was not very fond of her character catalog, she was an exception to Agnes. Isn’t she especially one of the leading successors of the Sword Emperor!
“What brings you here… ?”
“Okay, if it doesn’t bother me… , Can I ask for a favor?”
Honestly, it could be a sudden situation. But Natasha readily nodded her head without hesitation.
Natasha, who had felt Agnes’ intense gaze from before, expected that a day like this would come someday.
Natasha, obsessed with her sword, knows that Agnes is obsessed with a sword as well as she is. How to recognize like-kind.
The gum milk test stood up. At that moment, a sharp but refined energy pierced Agnes’s body mercilessly.
ㅡ!
She took a half step back without realizing it. … Pushed out of momentum.
Agnes, who realized this belatedly, bit her lower lip in embarrassment and clenched her fists.
The two women drew their swords almost simultaneously. Then, taking a step back at the same beat, they kept some distance. Agnes breathed slightly from her tension.
The lead is Agnes. She swung her sword, moving like a fish cutting through water, as if to show why she was considered the successor to her sword master.
… Good.
As expected, it’s a pretty good hit. But just about that.
Natasha easily blocked Agnes’ quicksword. Of course, Agnes, who had already expected to be blocked, connected her follow-up like flowing water.
First the chest, then the neck.
Agnes’ sword was not superfluous. A sword stripped of all fancy decorations, leaving only practicality.
But rather, it’s too explicit, so it feels more revealing. … Natasha could see Agnes’ personality in her sword.
Several battles ensued, but Agnes’ attack did not work at all, to the extent that it could be said completely.
ㅡㅡ!!
Agnes checked her sword, which was far more powerless than expected.
I never thought the gap with my opponent would be this big.
She strangely felt that all her efforts were being denied.
… She tried herself too. Obviously, let it bleed… , I tried really, really hard… !
Is it the difference in effort? Or is it a difference in talent? … Or is it the difference in something unknown?
Agnes gritted her teeth and swung her sword further, but that still couldn’t reduce the wide gap.
Truly overwhelming.
No matter how much she used her evil, she just couldn’t pierce Natasha’s sword.
Even the opponent is watching for a while. I don’t attack once.
Ah.
Agnes withdrew, and in the end let her sword dangle helplessly.
Lost.
Lousy.
“… I can’t.”
Natasha also quietly drew her sword.
“It was a good sparring.”
… Dalian? No, it was embarrassing to even call it sparring.
“… What is missing… ?”
The gum tester stared at Agnes blankly for a moment.
“I worked hard. Really… I lived only for the sword. Rain or shine, I swung my sword.”
Natasha nodded her head lightly. As if she understood her hard work. … Because she lived that way too.
The gum milk test clearly felt the other person’s heart. The moment she doesn’t get a reward for her efforts, how desperate it is.
“This may be off topic, but can I say something?”
Agnes nodded slowly, suppressing the boiling passion.
“Your sword is wonderful. It’s so hard to find gaps. … But your sword only moves to become stronger. That’s all. Of course, it’s good to have such a resolution in the beginning. Because it is a driving force for growth. However, now is not the time to pursue only strength. See the whole essence.”
“… Essence, right?”
“All of this. Don’t get stuck in the narrow field of view called the sword. What is black to you?”
A sword is everything to Agnes. She couldn’t imagine life without the sword.
“Are you just thinking that this blade is a ‘real’ sword?”
… !!
“Put away your sword. That way you get a real sword. You have to do that first.”
“… I do not understand.”
“Let go of the sword and try to understand the world. … Have you ever loved someone?”
Agnes shook his head. Love? No way.
If the word love were allowed even for an inanimate object, it would be possible to say that I love swords.
“Then do you have a friend with whom you can truly be friends?”
A true friend? … There was no If the sword is a friend, then it is a friend.
“… My driving force was those two. If it’s the difference between you and me, that’s it.”
Natasha laughed softly.
“Emotions do not unconditionally dull a sword. Sometimes it’s a stronger motivator than just being strong. … Agnes, it is not the opponent who needs to be slashed.”
She placed her palms on her flat chest.
“You are yourself.”
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Back at the lodging, Agnes sat down in her chair and chewed over and over again what Natasha had said.
– But now is not the time to pursue only strength.
– See the whole thing. Essence word.
– Don’t get stuck in the narrow field of view called the sword.
– Have you ever loved someone?
– So, do you have a friend to share true friendship with?
– My driving force was those two. If it’s the difference between you and me, that’s it.
– Agnes, it is not the opponent who needs to be cut.
– It’s yourself.
It was only then that Agnes realized how small he had been struggling.
Didn’t her murloc uncle often tell her?
– Have a wide field of view.
– Experience the world.
I’ve been so frustrated all this time. The narrow perspective was making the sword even duller… !
She longed madly for strength, and was prepared to do anything to become strong.
World? If you can become strong, you will suffer as much as you like.
The idea of Natasha as a competitor had faded by now, but that didn’t mean her fighting spirit had completely disappeared.
The desire to rise to the top with a sword is her instinct that cannot be helped. … It probably won’t go away until the end of its life.
Agnes thought about what he should do to make up for his shortcoming.
Natasha said that her love and friendship were her own driving force. … Perhaps it refers to social relationships.
Of course, I can’t say that’s the right answer, but now I have to grab at least a straw.
Whether it works or not, you should try something first.
Yes, if you want to do it, I will. If you can become strong, anything… !
She pondered for a moment.
I wonder if there is no human to share love or friendship with.
… So, I suddenly remembered that person.
