166 162 It is not impossible to have a precedent. (2/2)

Swinging down the mineral tree, you steadily prepare to cut something invisible.

One swing and nothing is felt.

Ten shakes and nothing is felt.

A hundred swings later, it feels a little faster than before.

A thousand shakes later, it feels even sharper.

All you have to do is just keep improving your movement through trial and error.

Your body requires the best possible movement, and your eyes are always looking forward, thinking only of slicing through the space in front of your gaze.

Shake off the thought of not being able to cut, and instead of thinking you can't cut it, resolve to cut it.

After 10,000 swings, the speed at which you swing down begins to stagnate.

After a hundred thousand shakes, the process of swinging down began to be lost.

After a million swings, the motion of swinging down began to become rigid.

Thoughts of how to sublimate the act of cutting are spinning at high speed, even though I was concentrating on it repeatedly.

Over and over again, the lack of results has made my rational mind to put a stop to this action.

Is this really the right thing to do?

What is the point of doing this?

Isn't this action itself wrong?

You think like a patient boss reprimanding a subordinate who doesn't deliver.

I will not shake it off.

The thought itself is not wrong, but rather it's the thought that eliminates waste to help me reach my peak.

That thought should have the effect of slowing me down, but my body does not slow down because my emotions drive my body rather than my reason.

It's as if the extra weight was eliminated because of the elimination of wastefulness, and the movement of the body accelerates faster and faster.

After 10 million swings, you won't have to work as hard.

After a hundred million swings, you've turned waste into power.

After a billion swings you can see that your swords are still inexperienced.

I can still sharpen my swing.

Gradually, my goal began to change from tearing apart this world to leading this sword to the highest rank.

No, that moment alone is the timing of the change.

The act of tearing up the world becomes a process from the point of arrival, and I swing the mineral tree in search of the ultimate swing.

Maybe it's just my imagination, but I felt as if something touched the tip of my sword.

I shook it a hundred billion times, and through trial and error I felt something on the tip or not, and so on.

I was sure that if I grasped this feeling, something inside me would evolve.

There was an indescribable feeling of elation given by this conviction.

The act of wondering was futile, and I couldn't wait to swing it down.

With each swing, you can see how the sword smith is forging his sword as if he was once bringing a hammer down on a heated blade.

It's not surprising that it's just a little bit of imagination.

Even if the results will disappear in the blink of an eye if you slack off, if you keep swinging it, you'll see it building up.

I can feel something glancing at my tip, even though I haven't even counted the number of times I've done it since the beginning.

I feel as if I could see the region of the peak to be reached now.

Then you'll be able to see what's ahead of you.

You can't hide your excitement as my sword polishes even though you think you're swinging it absent-mindedly.

I don't know how many times I've swung my sword.

It's the only excitement that has begun to occupy my mind.

And finally...

!　Ka!

I scoff.

I was running, hiding, watching from afar.

Something I could not reach, something I could reach.

I sensed that sense from the tips of my fingers.

It should have been the same gesture, but it felt all different from the first one.

There was no response, but I could feel the response of the cut.

You're cutting into something thick and thin, into something hard and soft.

I don't need to tell myself to hurry, but I think I've shown the best concentration I've ever shown in this moment.

A light shines through the white world.

That light grows brighter with each swing of my sword.

A small cut becomes a large crack.

A small cut becomes a bigger crack... and then a path for one person to follow.

Oh, this is fun.

And that's a shame.

More and more you want to improve yourself in this space, and yet the end is sure to come.

The heat of your body, which has stopped to promote loneliness, is cooling down.

The reasoning that this is your goal is rushing your body to jump into the gap.

You're not tired, but you're tired, and you feel a sense of accomplishment, but you also feel a sense of inadequacy as you step into the space.

”Hey, I'm here.

A being that was in another world, neither the white world nor the original world, where he crawled.

A being that was there.

I'm sure of it.

I understood without speaking.

”Are you the genie, Master Valus?

I looked up at the figure sitting cross-legged on the giant white snake that was shrieking, in a tone of voice coarsened by the afterglow of excitement.

Word of the Day

If someone else could do it, the possibility exists that you can do it yourself.