122 121. Swordsmanship.txt (1/2)

”So, the final battle for the United General Knight's Cup Final!　Begin!

At the same time as the moderator declares, me and Rowen's swords shimmer.

The swords that surpassed the sword flashes and became the flashes themselves are swung out and crossed.

The blue of the ”Straight Sword of Crescent Pectrazuli” and the red of the ”Magical Iron Sword (Mithril Sword)”.

The phosphorescence of the two types of ores make contact for a moment, and then move away before the sound is heard.

And at the moment of separation, more glitter shines in the arena.

The glitter reminded me of a starry night.

I continue to follow only the trajectory of the sword in a terrifyingly condensed world of time.

It could no longer be called another world.

Another world of another world.

It was like looking at stars moving at trillion times speed in the blackness of space (the sky).

If you make even one wrong move, death awaits you.

But no one can help you.

The only thing I can trust is my sword.

A very vast, very beautiful world of swords--.

I sincerely wanted to watch it forever.

But I know this world won't last long, because without sensitivity and magic, I won't be able to keep up with Rowen.

I'm not going to be able to catch up with Rowen if I don't have sensitivity and magic.

But I dare to challenge myself alone and look at this scene.

The first time I fought Sera, I'll never forget the excitement I felt when I fought her for the first time.

I was amazed at the beauty of the practiced swordsmanship.

I'll never forget the awe I felt when I fought Rowen for the first time, even more so when I fought her for the first time.

It took my breath away to see how divine a sword technique that had reached the ultimate level could be.

I wanted to experience that emotion one last time (...).

The longing for the sport was so strong that my heart was pounding in my chest.

This is the world I used to dream about when I was a kid.

However, my body alone is no match for Rowen's sword.

Naturally, my sword is being pushed aside.

Only my sword is pushed and flicked, forcing me to retreat.

At last, my body is flung wide by Rowen, forcing me to keep my distance.

However, Rowen doesn't chase after me.

With a curious look on her face, she asks me.

''...... What's up, Kanami? If you only had a sword, I wouldn't lose, would I?　Come more seriously.

I know.

But I thought I was coming to terms with my reasoning, but my emotions were binding me to my actions.

Perhaps when Rowen disappears, I will be the best swordsman in the world.

No, not ”will be”, but ”must be” is correct.

In other words, once this battle is over, I'll be--

You'll never see this scene again.

It means I won't be able to be on the side that I admire.

'I knew it, but it doesn't stand up to me at all. ...... All right, Master. I'm not going to go easy on you.

No, why are you taking it easy on ....... It's usually us that does it, that .......

Rowen laughs with a dumbfounded look on her face.

'Wouldn't it be more exciting if we followed the order like this?　It's Loewen's fault for not drawing more skills.

'Well, sure, I can't use magic. ...... So, is Kanami going to use dimensional magic again?

No, no--

I step in.

I use my strength.

Now I'll never see that beautiful view from the outside again.

That makes me sad.

My forelock floats up, and I feel my sensory organs that are not bound by ”reason” increase.

The skill 'Sensitivity' has been activated.

”I'm going to use the Aleis style depth of skill, the skill of 'sensitivity'.

I feel the air with my skin, not with magic power.

I understand the knack of this power from my experience when I was under the control of The Bracelet.

It's important to unite body and soul and acknowledge the entire world.

This is not the world I know, but a world where magic and monsters exist and different laws rule - to truly acknowledge that I am in another world.

At the end of that, I grasp a part of the ”reason” of the other world.

''--Good (...)

Rowen rejoices.

'Like a child.

'A nice development (・・・・・), my dear apprentice. Well done, you've gotten there. Now me and Kanami are the same. We're the same!　Then we can talk the rest of the way through the sword!　Let's keep it real and do the best we can!　--That's why sword fights are so exciting!

He was even more pleased than I was that I had arrived at the same level.

The expression on his face was as if he had finally been freed from his loneliness as he moved through the very wide and black universe.

The power of Rowen's 'sensitivity' increases.

Even though the wind wasn't blowing, his red-copper-colored bangs swayed.

''Let's go, Master (Rowen)!

Come on, apprentice!

Again, the distance between us is zero.

I don't know which one of us ran first.

The next thing I know, me and Rowen have crossed swords and swords.

The sword flashes flicker, just like the earlier burning.

But this time, it's not a one-sided development.

Swords scraped, popped, and pushed each other.

I was able to keep up with Rowen's movements.

If you only think of it in terms of the distance the sword can reach, then the power of Chiansu is beyond the power of Dimension.

It is different from understanding the forces (vectors) within the space with Dimension before responding, but with Kansei, you can skip the process and only get the results. The difference in their reactions (responses) is overwhelming. If Dimension is a sensing ability for wizards, then Kansei is truly a sensing ability for swordsmen.

The sword fights continue.

The flashes of swords that are too fast become thin lines that fly across the field of vision.

Occasionally, it will fly out of your field of vision and attack you from a blind spot.

But I flick it off with my sword without even seeing it.

The same goes for Rowen.

Rowen said that ”sensitivity” is the ability to feel the ”reason” and ”flow” of the world.

Just as he said, as long as it is within the reach of the sword, he will be able to understand everything in the world. I'm not going to be the only one.

--I'm not going to be able to get it right.

That sense of omnipotence is a sham.

In fact, you can't win against a swordsman named Rowen who is within range of the sword.

As I thought, ”sensitivity” alone does not determine the outcome of a battle.

What decides the game is the other factor, the ”swordsmanship”.

We are fighting with the sword.

This is a sword fight.

That's what Rowen wants.

In order to respond to that, I pull out all the knowledge about swords from my mind.

Every swordsman I've ever met in another world, every sword I've ever handled.

And then I dig up all the knowledge about swords that I gained in my former world.

All of it mixed, honed, and spat out.

I'm sorry master, but my 'swordsmanship' is not only Aleiss style.

I have my own unique way of wielding the sword.

''Mm!

Rowen's complexion changed.

It's because I suddenly started using a different swordsmanship in what had been a battle of the Alais style of swordsmanship until now.

Dia's poor swordsmanship, the knowledge of swordsmanship in other worlds that I learned in the tavern, the techniques I stole from the explorers of the labyrinth, and Tida's forceful, rigid sword - I attacked with a 'swordsmanship' that intertwines and sublimates all of the experience of the labyrinth, but Rowen completely defends against it.

Sera's unique sword skills, Ragne's attacking methods, Hopes' defensive methods, Helvilleshain's fighting methods, and the brilliant techniques of the knights represented by Perciona - the 'swordsmanship' that intertwines and sublimates all of the knight's experience, Rowen will also They are treated with indifference.

The theory of combat learned from Volzak and his Epic Seekers, the various swordsmanship techniques of Elmirad and the other contestants in the Dancing Tournament, Snow's brute force skills, and Rustyala's refined beauty - all intertwined with her experience in Lauravian. The 'swordsmanship' too, Rowen laughs and plays it.

Finally - I'll try to add the knowledge of my original world to those other world experiences, and I'll also try to perform 'Sword Art', which intertwines and sublimates all of me, but as a matter of course, Rowen overcame that as well.

''Hah, hah, hah--!

I give it everything I've got.

But the tip of my sword didn't even snatch at Rowen.

The drawer of my technique, which I thought was infinite, is at its lowest point.

It is no longer possible to catch them by surprise.

I will simply have no choice but to surpass my opponent in sword refinement.