I could see the road. Countless, countless lengths.
The path that started from one root branched out into hundreds or thousands of branches. Like a giant tree spreading out its branches. Kalt moved as he looked at the numerous paths. One step forward. By giving me strength.
thud.
One step. The moment I took a step, half of the road disappeared. I let out a long breath. Half of it disappeared again. I held the hilt of the sword lightly. After half, half, and half have disappeared, all that remains is one path.
Kalt drew his sword low.
The black energy of the moonlight scattered a soft light.
widely.
The first step is centered heavily. Take the second step lightly. The third step kicks the ground and moves forward. Kalt ran on the sword road.
And then, the moment of clash approaches.
Kuntel’s sword, which was in a straight line with the high sky, fell. A sword that swings from top to bottom. It is the most basic swordsmanship, and it is also the movement a swordsman learns when holding a sword for the first time.
Basic.
This single swing, repeated countless times, is Kuntel’s most powerful blow. The moment I swung the sword, all sound disappeared. The sound of fighting and blood dripping. The sound of kicking the ground. Boom, even the sound of the towering stones falling was everything.
What you hear in the silence is a grinding, cutting sound.
The landscape split in half.
What comes rushing in along with the dividing landscape is a silver-white island line. Kalt knows that seomseon and that technology. It is a technology created by humans’ obsession to cut what cannot be cut, and its name is also very simple.
Cutting.
There comes a blow that reaches the limit of the concept of cutting.
‘No, no.’
The moment he faced Kuntel’s season, Kalt gritted his teeth.
When Kuntel raised his sword, Kalt did not understand Kuntel’s sword. Even though I knew cutting technology, why? Kuntel gave the answer to that question right away.
‘It’s not a blow.’
The sword fell like a guillotine, splitting the ground and soaring into the sky. The path of the sword continued without being cut off by a single blow. Every time Kalt took a step forward, Kuntel’s sword drew one more line.
Not a single blow, but a series of strikes.
Numerous island ships attacked. Like a storm.
In the face of approaching death, Kalt inadvertently burst into laughter. Yes, it should be like this. This is who I was aiming for. Nothing ever goes as expected. However, even more so…
‘It has meaning.’
It is meaningful because it defeats the perfect you.
Kalt kicked the ground without hesitation. He swung his sword towards the surging Seomseon. Even at this moment, there was no shaking in the path Kalt was looking at.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Sword and sword clash.
Life collided with life.
2.
Kalt swung his sword at the surging Seomseon, cutting through the air and space. The moment the sword, which was swung in a gentle curve, touched the cutting edge, a clicking sound rang out from Kalt’s fingers.
Although it is a thin sword, it is very heavy.
It’s heavy so I won’t be able to throw it away. Since I can’t throw it away, I guess I’ll have to let it go. Kalt drew his sword without hesitation. He raised his sword at an angle and swung his sword along a still unwavering path.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A sound resounded as if the water was splitting. The slanted cutting swept somewhere other than the kalt. Kalt let go of the blow and took a step forward. The moment Kalt took a step, Kuntel swung his sword twice.
Geomgyeok-i, Seomseon-i, Geom-gi.
A wave of sword attacks hits.
Kalt swung his sword in the face of a flood of sword attacks. Since the blade doesn’t shake, and he doesn’t close his eyes, the path Kalt is looking at also doesn’t shake.
···Early on, when faced with cutting during the trials of the Holy Grail, Kalt advanced, giving up part of his body. The cutting we face now is sharper and heavier than that.
‘but.’
Kalt laughed.
‘There won’t be a need for that this time.’
All that is shed is blood.
This was the first time my fingers were creaking, and the fingers wrapped around the hilt of the sword did not move at all. As if it had become one with the sword.
···You never know.
I have already seen a scene like this once. What I learned from that experience. That I have prepared for situations like this dozens or hundreds of times in order to receive your sword.
Chaaaaaaaaa!
The sound of rushing water echoed again. Kalt’s sword shone in the moonlight, and the full moon shone on the blood pooling at Kalt’s feet. Full moon. Like the moon shining on a lake, Kalt’s sword trembled like waves.
softly. Like water flowing. Like dancing.
If Kuntel’s sword path is a moderate and straight path, Kalt’s sword path is a winding path. Kalt took a step forward, swinging his sword. Kuntel’s sword drew one and a half traces.
caught up. slowly.
Alone in front of the flooding waves of swords, humans ride the current. He swings his sword like a heel. He dances the sword dance. One more step as if dancing. This time, Kuntel could only swing his sword once.
Chaaaaaaaaa!
The path drawn by Kalt cuts through the waves.
He goes on. Onwards and forwards.
Suddenly, the speed of the two became the same.
No, it’s not the same. Little by little, Kalt’s breathing begins to surpass Kuntel’s. With each passing cut, Kalt’s sword became lighter. Find an efficient path.
Kiiiiing!
Now, they are even reversing the cutting.
The cut that curved along Kalt’s sword collided with the cut fired by Kuntel. Kalt took a step between the offset sword strikes. The situation has changed.
When Kalt took two steps, Kuntel swung his sword once. Now once every three steps. Once every four steps… How many times did that happen?
No way.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Suddenly, the sound of blades clashing against one another rang out. Now, Kalt was standing in front of Kuntel. The moment the sword wrapped around the full moon collided with Kuntel’s sword, the sword energy and sword energy collided and space was distorted.
For a moment, the sound of air contracting and expanding rang out, and then the two sword energy disappeared as if evaporating. Now that the sword energy has disappeared, all that remains are two blades. Not a special sword of a superman, but a mere human sword.
Kang, Kang. Kang!
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A piece of iron collided with another piece of metal.
At this moment, when the most basic sword strikes are biting each other, there is no extra sense, no sword sword, or anything special like that.
Let’s go!
A fight between two stubborn swordsmen, not two superhumans. The sound of metal clashing against metal rang sharply. It’s too simple to be a fight between swordsmen.
Wow.
Kuntel’s blade swung diagonally from top to bottom. The target is Kalt’s shoulder. A sword strike that cuts from the right shoulder to the left waist. The counterpart to that sword strike is Kalt’s sword, which is raised from bottom to top.
The moment sword and sword collided, Kalt’s sword was pushed back.
You can’t win in a struggle of strength. Kalt already knew that fact. He was predicting. Therefore, the moment the swords met, Kalt twisted his body. Rotate his foot, which was stepping next to him, halfway around its axis.
Kuntel’s sword was drawn in a half-moon pattern.
The gap created. You can’t miss it.
The blade that drew the half moon drew an arc and traced the path of the full moon. Insignificant things like the body of a warrior or the masterpiece of an apostate have no meaning at this moment.
Suddenly.
The sword that touched Kuntel’s right side split Kuntel’s left shoulder and protruded out along with black blood. Both sides of the work. Immediately after, black blood spurted out like a fountain.
At the end of the path he walked, Kalt surpassed his teacher.
3.
Dang.
Kuntel’s body tilted, blood pouring out. Kuntel let go of her sword and it fell to the floor, making a loud noise. The moment Kuntel fell to her knees, her Kalt gasped and let out her suffocated breath.
Blood was pouring out of the eyes, nose, and mouth.
It is the reward for moving your body beyond its limits.
It seems like my legs will lose strength at any moment and I will collapse, but that is not possible. Kalt caught his breath, barely able to avoid falling. He let out a long breath.
“···Phew.”
Letting out a breath, Kalt looked at his feet.
There is Kuntel kneeling there. The body was falling apart. With a thud, thud, Kuntel’s arm fell. One by one, the bodies that had been forced together fell apart, and what remained was Kuntel’s body.
This is the body of Kuntel, who was killed by Ganicalt.
The body that would have been cut in two by the sword of death was barely held together by the apostate’s vines. Not only the sword of death but also the sword mark left by Kalt was engraved on his body. Kuntel slowly, very slowly, stood up.
···What do you do with that body?
Kalt gritted his teeth. Kalt tried to swing his sword with his motionless arm, but the moment he raised his head and made eye contact with Kuntel, Kalt’s body stiffened.
An elderly man whose one eye had turned into black water and had become single-eyed. However, those eyes are not the eyes of a familiar of disaster. human eye. These were eyes that Kalt knew well.
Sigh.
Kuntel stretched out his hand and grabbed the vine that had entangled his body. The moment the apostate’s vine was torn off, his body collapsed at a rapid rate. A crumbling body. Kuntel looked at Kalt.
“···, ······.”
He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly.
Then, as if he noticed that his voice was not coming out, Kuntel smiled bitterly. He slowly stretched out his hand and tapped Kalt’s shoulder. Although he couldn’t hear his voice, Kalt could tell what he meant by the shape of his mouth.
Great job, Kalt.
With those last words, Kuntel’s body crumbled. The body turned into powder and flew away. He was finally able to face the death and rest he should have faced.
Passyuk.
Ashes were scattered in the wind.
Kalt turned his head and looked at the flying bone dust. Canyon of the Sword, Galatric. Kuntel’s remains were scattered in this place that has now become the Tomb of the Sword.
···Although this place is merely a replica of the Sword Canyon, Kuntel met his proper death here, where he first held the sword. He returned to his hometown, which he had longed for, and was put to rest.
Kalt looked at that for a long time.
For a long time, Kalt stood in place.
The moment Kalt moved was when there was a crack in the scenery. The Canyon of the Sword, recreated based on Kuntel’s memories, began to collapse starting with Kuntel’s death.
Looking at the scenery of the collapsing Sword Canyon, Kalt raised his arms one last time in a sword salute.
…To Kuntel, the proud prosecutor.
Kalt raised his sword.
Beyond the collapsing landscape, Kalt walked unsteadily.
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