EP.147 Superman, mere human (2)
“What on earth is a superhuman?”
widely.
Running down the snowy mountain, Raniel suddenly remembers a story he heard in the past. This is the story that Kuntel, the sword superman, told me when I asked myself what a superhuman was.
“Well, that’s a question that has been consistently asked since Galatrick, the founder of Sword Canyon. In fact, even in the Canyon of the Sword, I couldn’t find any systemized conditions for becoming a superhuman. “I can only guess.”
Sword Master, what is a sword superman?
No, before that, what on earth is a superman?
It was a very old question.
‘Those who can show off perfect movements in any situation. ‘Those with extrasensory powers that surpass those of humans.’
Those are the things Raniel knows.
Of course, Raniel doesn’t know because he has never experienced the same state as them… but superhumans often express that state in this way.
“It feels like the limit to growth is disappearing.”
Kuntel spoke while swinging his sword.
“If you break down the wall blocking your path and look beyond it, you will see a vast plain. “A vast plain that seems impossible to reach even if you walk all your life.”
Kuntel, who was mumbling like that, touched his wrinkled forehead and smiled bitterly.
“Of course, it’s of no use if you reach the limit of your lifespan like me. In the end, even if you’re a superhuman, there’s nothing special about it except for ‘super senses’. We are the same human beings who grow old and die. “Not a transcendent being like a warrior, but a mere human being.”
That’s why it has meaning.
Kuntel said so.
At that time, Raniel asked Kuntel a question.
‘What on earth is that wall?’
A wall that must be overcome to become a superman.
It was something Raniel had never experienced.
“The limit of given growth.”
Kuntel answered the question.
“Unless there are exceptional cases like you, a saint, a shrine, or a hero… regardless of talent, walls exist. Fairly to everyone.”
A point that cannot be overcome by ordinary people.
The limit to growth.
Referring to that limit, the canyon called it a ‘wall’.
“The shape and the point where it is built are different. None of them have the same shape. Even if you are a swordsman, how diverse can a wizard be?”
So, how do you face that wall?
“You probably already know, right?”
Kuntel smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders.
“I always told you that.”
The answer I heard at that time.
Raniel thoughtlessly pondered the answer.
“There is nothing more efficient than actual combat.”
Raniel roughly interpreted that sentence like this.
“Rolling over until you’re about to die.”
It was the truth regardless of time and place.
The words I spoke without thinking lingered in the air.
2.
Boom, boom.
The sound of a heart beating violently.
Grumble.
Cold sweat forming on my forehead.
Gulp.
The fishy scent of blood felt when swallowing dry saliva.
“Huh…”
Breath rising to the bottom of my chin.
Lark let out a short breath and raised his head.
‘death.’
Lark feels death in all sorts of things.
Which death is far away. Which death is near. At first glance, they seem to be far away… but even with the slightest mistake, they come to you in stride.
‘Mistakes lead to death.’
Now, Lark is feeling it keenly.
widely.
Lark runs through the snow and opens his eyes. What he sees is the enemy he must deal with. During the brief skirmish, Lark gauges the strength of his opponent.
‘strong.’
It was very strong.
Stick to the basics and never deviate from your position. He is a knight with balanced and strong strength. He was faithful to his job.
thud!
When he stamped his feet, the ground shook.
The barrier of light he spread is not easily broken through.
“God desires…”
What about the old man hiding behind the barrier of light?
Did you say cardinal? Lark had also heard rumors about the old man. A faithful church member who took the lead in judging heresy more than anyone else.
“…there will be light.”
Indeed, it is just as the rumor says.
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The old man’s prayer was fast. Since the prayer was fast, the order was also fast. Orders that are completed in an instant are threatening. Especially the speed.
Whoosh!
Lark tilts his head to avoid the spell. The spells that could not be avoided were struck away by swinging the axe. His hand holding the ax trembled.
‘If you don’t use heating, you can’t win.’
If it were me a few months ago, I would have definitely lost.
“Whoa…”
Lark exhales.
Steam is leaking out from the teeth. Exhaling his breath as if it were boiling steam, Lark adjusted his grip on the axe.
Yes, a few months ago we would have lost.
But not now.
‘It’s not a losing battle.’
Lark thinks so.
The walls are solid. high. However, it is not so strong that it cannot be toppled… nor so high that it cannot be climbed.
‘I delivered a blow to a stronger enemy than this, an opponent who seemed to have no gap at all.’
What comes to mind is a battle in the forest.
Lark will never forget the moment he punched Professor Rania.
‘No matter how strong the enemy is, there are loopholes.’
Lark was always faithful to learning.
Reflecting on the experiences of the past half year, Lark punches the ground. With each step, Lark’s body accelerates.
Sigh!
Lark approaches, sliding across the snow.
Lark closed the distance in an instant and swung it like an axe. One ax rings a shield.
Kaaaaang!
The wall is pushed back, albeit slightly.
There is not just one axe. The other ax exactly follows the trajectory drawn by one ax.
Kang, Kang!
Iron collides with iron. Sparks fly.
The paladin, Berlan, focuses on defense. There was no time to counterattack like before. The Cardinal recites a spell to seize the opportunity to counterattack.
“The light…”
It is a moment when light shines.
Lark’s pupils contracted. As if waiting for that moment, Lark’s movements become one step faster.
Sigh!
Snowflakes are falling.
Lark’s eyes move quickly.
‘five.’
Lark leans back his shoulders as he reads the trajectory of the arrow of light fired towards him. At the moment when his tense muscles were stretched to the limit, Lark swung his arm.
Huh!
That’s the moment.
Something happened that neither the Cardinal nor Berland expected.
Kagagaga River!
Lark struck down all five arrows fired with one swing. The arrow’s trajectory changes. What direction has it changed? Before Berland could check him, the ensuing shock gave him the answer.
“Ugh!”
Five impacts in succession ring the shield.
Berland took two steps back. There is a moment of confusion in those eyes.
‘do.’
Lark saw a gap.
The wild beast sees a gap and exposes its fangs. Lark immediately pursued Berland, who retreated.
Kang, Kang!
There is a crack in the shield.
Gold is growing bigger.
Wow!
Lark did not stay in one place. He keeps moving. The snowy fields are like the front yard for the northern warriors. Lark knows how to move in the snow.
‘Like slipping.’
Lark’s footprints are left on the snow.
The footprints left are unbroken. Footprints that resemble connected lines decorate the snowy mountain in a chaotic manner.
‘Sometimes strong.’
Coo!
Snowflakes flutter into the air.
Lark’s ax slices through the snow and strikes the shield. Berland continues to be pushed out. The cardinal stops shooting arrows and emits waves of light.
“I will retreat before the light!”
Waves of light send out rak.
But that too is just a moment. Lark, who slipped and landed on the snow field, immediately followed. Like a wild beast hunting for bloody prey.
Huh!
Lark thinks as he swings his axe.
‘I see a gap.’
My head is cold.
Your body is hot.
Movement is light.
Lark’s movement becomes a little faster.
Swing it, and shoot it.
Repeat the two movements. The effect of repetition is clearly revealed. The dented shield is about to tear.
Fit!
The wounds on Lark’s body increase. The arrow that I couldn’t stop grazing my skin. Which one gets stuck. However, Lark’s movements do not slow down.
Patter.
Lark, bleeding, swings his axe.
My finger, unable to withstand the impact of being thrown away, cracked and broke, but it’s okay.
‘see.’
Damn.
‘now.’
Lark swings his axe.
Push the ax into the gap. The sturdy walls begin to collapse. Lark kicked the ax stuck in the gap with his foot.
Crispy!
The shield is shattered. Berland’s eyes are shaking. Lark digs one step further. He swings the remaining ax in one hand. And, that is the moment.
thud.
Berlant stamps his foot. He stretches out his fist, as if even his shaking eyes were just acting. The curtain of light that was supposed to surround Berlan’s entire body now only surrounded his fist.
‘That’s great. However, I lack experience.’
Berland saw an opportunity.
The wall will fall one day. Knowing that fact, Berland aimed for the moment when the shield would shatter. The moment when the opponent, blinded by the victory in front of him, runs towards you.
Huh.
Berland’s fist, tearing the air, is aimed at Lark’s head, which is buried in his arms. This is an unavoidable situation. Even if you tilt your head back, it’s already too late.
‘But why?’
“······.”
Lark’s eyes do not waver.
As if I had already expected it.
···Everyone has something hidden.
How long do you keep it hidden? Sometimes, that can determine victory or defeat.
Flashing.
Lark’s sword hilt shone.
For the first time since the battle began.
Shock.
Wow! The shock wave emitted from the ax blade hits Berland’s fist. The shock wave did not stop or break his fist, but it did make Berlan’s fist flinch for a moment.
And that brief moment was enough.
Lark, digging into his arms, raises the ax blade.
Wow.
The cutting sound is smooth.
Berland’s fist does not go any further.
Patter, patter, patter.
Blood is pouring out. Berland belatedly understands the situation. Blood drips from the cross section of his severed arm.
“Turn it off, turn it off…!”
A number that Lark hid until the end.
Lark’s class is Battle-mage.
A wizard for practical combat who can use one or two simple spells at any time.
“First of all, you are a wizard?”
Lark knows only the simple path.
He has always been honest in his learning.
That honesty sometimes seems stupid. It’s easy to be laughed at. However, because I persevered and learned. Because I didn’t look down on anything. Because I did not ignore any teachings.
“Don’t forget that you are a wizard.”
Lark never forgets what he has learned.
“Turn it off, turn it off…”
That was the difference between victory and defeat.
“Kwaaaaah!”
Berlant, unable to bear the pain, screams.
He holds the section with one hand and opens his eyes. Lark didn’t see any reason to accept that gaze.
Wow!
Lark kicked Berland’s knee with his toe.
I clearly felt the sensation of bones being crushed at the tip of my toes.
“Ugh!”
Berland gets down on his knees.
As is the case with paladins, if they cut off either of the arms they are praying with, they can no longer use holy magic.
‘It becomes useless, the warriors said.’
Wow!
Lark took a picture of Berland’s face with his knee.
“Humph….”
Lark walked away with great strides, leaving behind Berland, who had fallen to the floor with a nosebleed.
“…It’s barbaric.”
The Cardinal frowns and takes a step back. Lark did not immediately reply to the cardinal’s words. Lark looked around the Cardinal.
“······.”
It’s full of corpses.
The flowing blood touches Lark’s toes. Lark’s eyes became cold. Lark did not turn his eyes away from the terrible sight. Rather, he took one step further.
Stop.
The cardinal did not back down any further.
That was because there was an altar behind him. Light flows from the altar, which is nearing completion.
‘We can’t let the altar be destroyed…’
This altar is more important than my life.
The Cardinal stopped running and glared at Lark.
“He looked for light…”
He could not finish the prayer he had memorized.
Suddenly.
Something decapitated the cardinal.
The cardinal did not understand the situation for a moment. The barbarian in front of me did not swing an axe. Rather, he just opens his eyes wide as if he is embarrassed.
thud.
The cardinal’s head belatedly fell into the snow.
With half of his face buried in the blood-filled snow, the cardinal saw a person whose head had been cut at the moment of death.
Trudging.
Sword Demon (劍鬼).
A ghost was walking over his corpse.
“···iced coffee.”
The ghost and Lark’s eyes meet.
Red, bloodshot eyes and red eyes look at each other. Draka slowly raised his sword.
“Are you blocking me too?”
At that moment, Lark had an intuition.
That death is whispering in my ear.
Death, which seemed so far away, was just around the corner.
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