Chapter 369

Rummings walked to the empty lot next to the smithy without having to go far, brandished his sword with a movement that made it impossible to believe he was blind, and said cheerfully.

“Looking at the training status of my human friends, it seems like they trained pretty hard even with their bare body, but let’s remove it for now.”

‘Is this it? Was it this?’ While muttering the same words to himself, he changed his movements, but he was changing his swordsmanship, not the top, middle and bottom. If I hadn’t known about it, I would have thought it was a newbie holding a sword for the first time. I swung the sword a few times with a universal gripping method, and now I’m changing the position of my left and right hand to adjust my posture.

“Aisaville-type swordsmanship was dominant among warriors without an aura, perhaps?”

Maybe it’s because I spend a lot of time alone, but I talk a lot to myself.

I don’t know what he’s talking about, but Lumings nodded in agreement, looked at me as if he was ready, and took a very standard middle position. A strange smile spread across her lips as she paused for a moment after aiming the sword she held up to her head horizontally at Rummings’ face.

“Dragon kak, you’re an aggressive friend.”

Then, he took a position similar to mine.

Did I respond after adjusting my posture after listening to the sound of me being crazy? It was ridiculous, so I almost lost my posture, but the words and actions that followed made me hold on to my spirit.

“It’s very stable, so there’s no need to give up players, right?”

Rummings was the first to attempt an attack, closing the distance in one run. But more surprising than that was Rummings’ movement.

His movements were so fast that he forgot, for a moment, what he said to do without the Aura. Fortunately, the attack that followed was a short horizontal slash rather than a thrust aimed at the face, so I was able to respond in time.

“Is the reaction good?”

the ensuing strike. I was prepared to some extent when I heard that I had touched a sword for about 80 years, but the speed at which I penetrated the gap was different. For me, swordsmanship jjambab was ranked 0 with the Ogatorf family’s swordsmanship instructor and Sir Ekaf, and the first was Envelde, but she overthrew it with only six attacks and rose to the rank of 0.

The reason I can withstand even if it is a fierce attack is because she is blind.

As he showed me when he shook my hand, the frequency of stabbing was extremely low in Rummings’ attacks, as he wasn’t perfectly positioned. Most of the stabs that come in the mixture aim for the body with a wide range. A situation was created that can be described as breathing.

You might say how much difference it makes if you miss just one stab, but when swords collide, the fastest attack you can try while pressing the opponent’s sword is also a stab, and the fastest attack you can try when the distance is wide is also a stab. The risk of a counterattack is high and it is a stab to become defenseless if attacked, but if you have that level of skill in the first place, you have to assume that another counterattack will follow.

It is a very big difference that dozens of variables disappear at all in a situation where you have to mobilize both your instincts and intelligence to the point of maxing your stress level in an instant while thinking about dozens of variables that you have to keep in mind at the moment of a sword strike.

The problem is that even with that advantage, it’s all about resisting this blind elf’s attacks. This situation was exactly what the saying of taking off the car and leaving it for a long time.

Even though he wasn’t taller than me, the attack he wielded from a proper posture was so heavy that he couldn’t be ignored. The cutting slash mixed in to replace the thrusting had enough power to push my sword away and pierce my flesh the moment I felt sorry for it.

strong. There was nothing else to say.

“Huh... Are you blocking all of that?”

Even if I can’t see, it’s this much, but if both eyes were fine... or at least, if only one eye was fine, I couldn’t even guess how strong it would have been. .

‘fast.’

technology is still lacking.

Even though he thought so himself, he mocked himself as a harsh evaluation. The ‘lack’ he said is the standard for longevity. When did this human boy start to pick up a sword? five? eight? Whatever it was, it wouldn’t have been 10 years since I learned it properly.

The weight of swordsmanship learned over 80 years is by no means light. Even if it wasn’t immersed in one swordsmanship. Eldmia was enduring it with her physical abilities, unknown strength, and honest skills she had accumulated.

No, enduring is the wrong expression. He wasn’t in a hurry to defend, but he was also attacking in his spare time. The attack was by no means to be trifled with. It was so intense and heavy that I sometimes regret that I should have fixed my eyes beforehand without realizing it.

If the basics are strong enough, it is clear that time and experience will solve the gaps and loopholes. After making that decision, Rummings decided to take a final test and gave off an aura and warned him at the same time.

“If you’re scared, you’ll get hurt!”

Rummings’ sword suddenly swung like a storm at a distance where it would be ambiguous to say that it completely fell backwards, and that it was also vague to say that it was stuck forward.

The target area of the attack, far beyond normal human movements, is simple. head hands feet. Only that. However, the swordsmanship based on the strange power of Aura makes her arms and sword swing faster than arrows, and even leaves an afterimage.

The swordsmanship, which was made on the premise that one-sided violence could be exercised rather than fighting, belonged to the demons.

Since holding the hammer, he has often sparred with the scouts and guards, but he has never moved this far. Elves born after the arrival of the era of peace, when the god of the congealing swamp announces the end under the blue burning divinity, are infinitely weaker than the previous generation, but there is no need to teach them based on that difficult time... ‘Ah.

‘

It did. there was such a time

As the war decreased, the average strength of the clan gradually went down, and this was true not only of the elves but also of the world. Rummings was so clumsy that he didn’t know what it meant to have a memory that was so old that he didn’t normally recall it.

It reminded me of the time when the Humans, who were almost perfectly holding their swords, burned brightly to drive out the despair that overturned the world with hope like grains of sand.

‘The world is about to change again.’

However, ‘nearly perfect’ was not enough, so the exact 23rd slash pushed away Eldmia’s sword and reached his ear. Eldmia and Lumings, who understood exactly what that meant, stopped moving and caught their breath at the same time.

The first to speak was Eldmia.

“...Was a non-fiend person capable of using that sword skill to that extent?”

If he had that kind of skill at that young age, he might be offended that he lost... But his surprisingly calm voice was still politely asking for advice. Rummings’s lips went up at the question that contained a lot of meaning.

“Because we fought in different times. And among the demons, there are many worse ones.”

A small chatter mixed with profanity ensued, but it was directed at the Demons, not Lumings. It must have its own circumstances. Short-lived species who show signs of joining the ranks of heroes are usually like that, so Lumings didn’t care at all, retrieved the sword, and said with a voice mixed with laughter.

“First of all... let’s talk while making the helmet.”