It’s Ko-Fi’s Supporters’ chapter (68/96), enjoy~
If you don’t mind me saying, I’m sorry for almost talking big at first. Ain held this one word in his mind.
What would have happened if he had not worn this borrowed armor?
He lay there with his battered body, unable to even begin to guess.
“Yes, come on, let’s try again.”
Even though he was exhausted and in pain both physically and mentally, the damage that Ain had sustained instantly disappeared thanks to Elder Lich’s Misty.
All this time, he has been repeatedly knocked down and healed, knocked down and healed repeatedly.
“After all, don’t you think it’s a mental pain that comes from… making you keep running on a road that has no end that’s more of a training exercise than anything else?”
“Hah… hah… Yes, I understand what you’re saying, but! There is the possibility that my mind will break first!”
“If it does, you’ll just have to accept being weak. If you don’t want to do that, just keep quiet.”
I hate the way Ramza doesn’t even break a sweat, said Ain.
“I don’t mean to make excuses, but… this place is strange, isn’t it? I’m feeling heavier than usual…”
“You can still fight as long as you can keep your mouth shut.”
Ain didn’t like being beaten up all the time.
He got up after torturing his mind and attacked.
A moment after the sword is swung down; a powerful hit is unleashed on his torso.
“I don’t like the way your hand moves. Start over.”
It was a blow that penetrated the armor and shook his internal organs precisely. Ain was blown away and crawled down.
“I’ve learned one thing. You probably have no talent with a sword.”
“…That’s so abrupt.”
“It was hard work that got you to where you are today. You don’t have the same tendency as Lloyd or some other little boy to become strong through talent. You should be proud of the fact that you have grown through tireless effort… Rather, you are better suited to fight like a monster, making full use of your illusory hands, as you did when you defeated that fish.”
“…I’m a human being, though.”
Also, the fish is probably referred to the Sea Dragon, but it is frightening to think of the Sea Dragon being treated like a fish.
“I’m talking about the suitability. …Oh well, let’s continue.”
“…You should at least give him some advice. Time is limited, you know.”
“Good grief, it can’t be helped.”
The wife’s words must be strong. He lowered his sword after Misty’s words.
“I’m going to show you your weakness. Okay? All you ever do is stand around like a strong man.”
“Um… sorry, can you be a little more specific…?”
“It is the right of the strong to defeat an opponent with a single swing. Even with me as your opponent, you have a tendency to aim for such a blow.”
Then he took Ain’s hand.
He covered him from behind and gently taught him the gestures.
Ramza’s body is large, and his body is strong, exceeding Lloyd’s size. The size of his hands is also surprising.
(…My father never taught me anything like this.)
Ramza is a man who has been dead for hundreds of years, and moreover, he is a monster, not a human being. But he felt so fatherly.
“Don’t even think about destroying your opponent. That is, after all, how you stand with your opponent. On the contrary, engage your opponent. Don’t think about trying to break them down. The end result is a collapse; that’s all that matters.”
“I’m having a hard time understanding what you’re saying.”
The tone of his voice was calm, but what he said was extremely difficult.
“You can try by trial and error until you get it right. I’ll be your partner, and if you do something boring, I’ll roll you over.”
Even though he spoke badly, his attitude was never unpleasant.
(Why is that?)
He’s too embarrassed to talk about these things, but he seems more like a father to Ain than his own father. He wanted to stay here for a while longer… Such thoughts secretly drove him.
───How long has it been? Ain has been repeating just the first strike endlessly to the point that he no longer has such a feeling left.
The reason that he doesn’t understand is that he’s being delayed in his perception of time. He felt that he had been swinging the sword for so long that he felt like he was being slowed down by a logic he did not understand.
Finally, Ramza admitted, “You’re getting better.”
“I don’t know how many times I would have died without this armor…”
“And do you remember how many times you got blown up?”
One time he was told he didn’t like it; another time, he was told he was spoiled… Now, he doesn’t remember how many times he was blown up.
“I’ve lost count; I can’t remember.”
“If you were to take it in the real world, each one would be enough to take your life. You are lucky to have experienced such death-defying attacks.”
It was too dangerous.
“I’m going to teach you how to use a certain man’s sword… Don’t ask any questions; just learn it, okay?”
“By the way, why am I being made to learn this?”
“You don’t need to ask. Just use it when you need it.”
“Just another question, then. Is this armor even available to me anymore?”
“What, you want it?”
“Of course, I want to have strong equipment.”
The only skill he can use related to Dullahan is the illusory hand.
He has been doing this for a long time now, and he wants to learn more about this.
Misty answers in place of Ramza, who closed his mouth as if troubled.
“…I’m sure by the time you get back, you’ll be able to use it.”
“That’s why, come here now.”
“Eh, ah, wait! You can’t just grab me like that!”
He was suddenly grabbed by the collar and carried towards the open plains.
“Don’t treat me like a child!”
“You’re a child anyway. Especially from my point of view, you’re definitely a kid.”
“Ugh… how humiliating!”
He tried to be patient, but his attitude got the better of him. When Ain looked at Ramza, who could not hold back his laughter, he just held his head helplessly. Misty, who was sitting in a chair, just smiled happily.
“Stand there. That’s how you learn what you’re up against and how to use your sword.”
“I’ve been wondering from the start if there’s too much gut feeling involved.”
“Lectures are useless. Respect the wisdom of the real world, okay?”
It would have been different if he had been more competent and had enough experience to convince his opponent.
Ain was gently lowered to the grass.
“Take a stance; I’ll initiate. You just have to deal with it.”
Hearing this, he readied his sword as usual. And almost at the same time, Ramza also took a stance.
(…Huh? The atmosphere is completely different from earlier.)
At best, it was honest, and at worst, it was impersonal. Ramza showed such a clear stance, but the moment Ain blinked, he disappeared.
But he could still follow it with his eyes.
He was indeed caught off guard for a moment. That’s why it would be more frightening if, instead of swinging the sword in front of him, he moved behind or to the side.
“It’s true. If you can react, just keep dealing with it.”
He was more like a knight than the knights of Ishtalika. An honest sword… which makes him feel that way. Each swing of the sword strikes Ain.
The fighting style is a good match because it is similar to the training with the royal knights.
“It seems like it’s getting a lot easier!”
“Don’t waste your breath. We’re not done yet.”
Even though it is a compatible match, Ramza’s sword is frighteningly accurate. There is no blurring of movement, and this refined movement reminds him of Lloyd. …But his speed is even faster than Lloyd’s. It’s like Chris’s movements.
He’s more accurate than Lloyd but similar in speed to Chris.
(So it’s completely upwardly compatible! …But I can still handle this!)
After a few minutes of confrontation, it became apparent that there was an opening in Ramza’s attack.
He tried to take advantage of the opening he found and struck without hesitation, but even from a delicate position, he was firmly blocked. Maybe Ain’s attack is still too weak. But what is this obvious habit?
“…Don’t waste your time thinking about it; just keep doing it.”
Even as he speaks, he can see the gaps. When he attacked as if it was his natural right, Ramza’s movements collapsed.
It’s obviously a deliberate move. It’s not really a mistake, but it’s happening.
“That’s what I learned a while ago. Dominate by standing around.”
If there is an opening for him to strike, he should take advantage of it.
(Four more… no, five!)
If things go according to plan, there will probably be a large opening for him to attack after crossing swords that many times.
Aiming at the gap that should be created, Ain narrowed my eyes.
Ain smiled at the predictable flow of events and swung his sword hard to take advantage of the opening.
“Dear, it’s time to go.”
The training had been going on for a long time, but Misty’s words brought it to a halt.
“Already? It’s still not enough.”
Ain, who had been spending a lot of quality time, showed fewer signs of distress than he had at the beginning, probably because his brain matter had eased his fatigue.
“The train will be arriving soon. It’s time to get up.”
“Oh… I was asleep, wasn’t I?”
“Don’t worry about anything; I’ve healed you of your real physical fatigue.”
Truly, she has a mysterious power.
He bowed his head and thanked her, and before he knew it, she had disappeared.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t even know what’s going on or why I was called in… But it’s been a great experience, and I really appreciate it.”
“That’s fine. I had a favor to ask of you, too.”
“Yeah. I want you to do… one thing.”
What kind of face is that?
It’s a sad, wistful, nostalgic, yet painful look.
“Okay. What do you want me to do?”
“If… if you have to fight that guy with the sword, tell him this last thing.”
“I don’t know who it is, and I don’t know if I’ll fight anyone. What should I say?
“Oh, that would be…───”