Infinite Wizard

the next morning.

Shirone looked tired and headed to the library. He had not slept a wink because of the work of the night before.

My mind was disturbed, so the classification process did not speed up. Shirone struggled to regain his cool, thinking that he shouldn't be like this.

Being afraid doesn't solve the problem. I had to make preparations somehow for a month.

First of all, it was a survey.

The family head Bischoff had three sons and one daughter. The eldest son was a certified 6th-grade swordsman, and the second son, Rai, was a swordsman genius who had no doubt that he would follow his older brother sooner or later.

Lian's older sister also had the same talent as Ogent but gave up the sword because she was a woman and was currently working as a pianist in the royal palace.

After examining them individually, Lian was the only one who failed to stand out. The head of household even assigned a dedicated teacher, but only reports showed that he was not good at it.

"Ha, you did something stupid. You'll just hit whatever you hit."

Since Lian had been compared to his siblings all his life, it was natural for him to be furious at Shirone's thunderous behavior. It seemed that not all nobles were outstanding.

"What now? It's a big deal."

When the situation was over, I was disturbed again. Under the desk, the real sword that Lian had thrown was left unattended.

After staring at it for a long time, Shirone jumped up and headed to the study as if he had finally made up his mind.

It was good to be prepared whether or not to fight. Living in the mountains, he is confident in his physical strength, so if he knows how to defend himself, he might be able to save his life.

For the time being, the history books have been sealed. Instead, he took all the books related to swordsmanship.

While there were technical books such as 'The Handbook of Swordsmanship', there were also philosophical books such as 'What is a Sword?' and 'Only humans fear swords'. There were also practical books such as 'Let's Win with Bluff' and 'Those who survive are strong'.

Shirone opened a book titled 'Swordsmanship' with a simple and clear title. It contained the history of the beginning of the sword and the overall content of swordsmanship.

Even Shirone, an aspiring wizard, was interested in seeing it. If a magician has a spirit zone, a swordsman has a schema.

A schema is a virtual body and a diagram of the human body. All human beings have their body image, and it was a drawing that embodied it to the extreme.

Schema adherents are said to be able to participate even in the functioning of a single cell because they understand their body perfectly.

After reading this far, Shirone realized that the schema is the symmetrical form of the Spirit Zone.

Wizards erased themself and assimilated themself into the world, but swordsmen were more persistent in digging into my existence.

Shirone tried the experiment himself.

While feeling the action of the brain entering the spirit zone, I imagined a virtual self in my head.

It's been easy so far.

But the virtual body was dark like a shadow, so I couldn't look inside.

'If you remove all these dark curtains, you become a schema. It's amazing.'

Shirone picked up the book again. It was written that the way to learn the schema differs for each family, and the part that focuses on strengthening is also different.

While there are families that acquire schema through mental training, there are also families that use methods that push the body to the limit.

Some families used the schema to improve muscle strength, others speed, and some families strengthened the nervous system.

Shirone remembered the red-haired girl he had met in an alley four years ago. At the time she was in no hurry to run away, but when she came back and thought about it, she realized that her movements were not human.

'That child has mastered the schema. She was about the same age as me. It's a great talent.'

It was not the time to admire. Shirone closed the book and was lost in his thoughts. Even Lian wouldn't have mastered the schema anyway. Even so, he had a part where he got stuck when he tried.

Just as Spirit Zone is not magic, the schema is not swordsmanship either. Just as knowledge was important to a wizard, a strong body was essential to a swordsman. This is because if the body is not supported, the range of reinforcement is bound to be narrow even if the schema is used.

"I already have a spirit zone. Rather than learning conflicting concepts, finding a solution in the direction of swordsmanship would be quicker."

I need to find something that can save my life within a month.

Shirone took out her beginner swordsmanship manual and reviwed the first page. He suddenly decided to study swordsmanship, but since his life was at stake, his concentration was higher than ever.

* * *

"Aww! Aaaaaa!"

There was a lot of dust in the great gymnasium. It was the fumes caused by Lian's legs. My heart feels like it's about to explode. The air didn't come in, so things in the stomach were regurgitated.

"Wow! Whoa!"

What I ate at lunch came down my esophagus. When Lian vomited, he let it go. All he cared about was his two legs.

"One hundred rounds! Pass!"

Swordsman Instructor Kite shouted. Lian's appearance, which has changed today, couldn't look so pretty.

"Record shortening! But what is it? Have you been through all the training?"

"Shit! What kind of training is this!"

"What man?"

Kite raised his bewildered eyes. He tried to compliment me for the first time in a while, but he complained that he couldn't change my mannerisms.

But today's grumbling was different from other times.

"You are still standing like this! Master, is there anything stronger?"

"Hoo?"

Kite was quite surprised. It had been a long time since Lian had been so on fire. It seemed like the first time since he knelt before the genius of O'Zentrai two years ago.

"you... ... What happened?"

Lian raised his head with both hands on his knees, sweat pouring out.

"No, nothing like that."

Kite didn't believe it. There must have been someone's vision flickering in the eyes of the disciple staring terrifyingly forward.

'Is it Rai again?'

No matter how much I thought about it, the only person who could make Lian like this was the second son of the family. Had he done something again? But what? Didn't Rai already master the schema?

It didn't matter anyway. Because his apprentice is Lian, not Rai. And now the disciple was in a situation where he was sticking out his neck to cook himself.

"good! Let's die properly today! Even if I die, I cannot take responsibility!"

"As much as you like!"

Lian hit the bar twice as heavy as the longsword in succession. If he couldn't realize the schema with his insight, driving his body to the limit was the only way to force him to find it .

"Taha! Taha! Taha!"

Kite watched with satisfaction as Lian repeated vertical cuts. But as time passed, her expression hardened. Finally realizing this, he opened his eyes wide and ran away.

"You madman! stop! Then the muscles burst!"

"It hasn't exploded yet!"

Kite stopped running and looked at his pupil. Tears flowed from Lian's eyes as he gritted his teeth and brandished his baton.

"Damn it! Why aren't my muscles bursting? Why can't my arm be cut off? I can do more! This is not the end! I'm not done yet!"

Tears welled up in Kite's eyes. He was as resentful a teacher as a disciple. Why not? You push your body to its limits, so why can't you open the schema?

Kite wiped away the tears with his thick arms. He shouldn't be like this If his master becomes suspicious, what will his disciple Lian do?

Kite caught Lian's iron rod cutting through the air with his palm. When he hit his master's hand, even this time, Lian couldn't be stubborn and stopped moving.

"Lian, this is enough. Let's stop today."

The warm voice made Lian's madness disappear. The feeling in his arm had long since disappeared. Not even knowing that the club had fallen to the ground, Lian lowered his head and said,

"thank you."

Kite placed an ice towel on Lian's shoulder. His bones were not damaged, proving that he was born with strong bones.

Lian sat on the hill at the gymnasium, staring at the distant mountains. After her treatment, Kite sat down next to her.

"What are you thinking?"

"My arm hurts and I think I'm going to die."

A smile formed on Kite's lips.

"Lian. I never once wrote about your talent in the report to the family head."

"Sheesh, who said what?"

"But I think I have talent. Talent isn't just about achieving something quickly. Even if you can't achieve it, you will be able to take a look at it. That, too, can be called a talent."

"You don't need to comfort me. It's just nice to talk about it, but honestly, you're trying to die because you don't have talent."

"Is it so? A genius knows he is a genius. So he realizes what he can do. Have you ever thought of that?"

"Well. I know very well what I can't do."

"yes. So you are not a genius."

Lian looked back at Kite with a puzzled expression. He wasn't pouring oil on a burning house, he was a teacher who made his arms sore to death.

"Please stop it. Because I know enough."

Kite smiled as Lian pursed his lips.

"But, Lian. Do you know what a genius fears most? That's effort. Because trying means you don't have it. Are you trying because you have no talent? You're welcome. The only people in the world who can make an effort are those who make an effort."

Kite grabbed Lian's shoulder and gently pushed him into it.

"Geniuses fear you. Because you have the power to get what you don't have. Those who try are the natural enemies of genius."

nemesis of genius.

Lian liked this. It doesn't matter if it's a word of comfort to a poor disciple. Yeah, I couldn't have it. If you didn't have it in the first place, you have to get it like tenacity.

Lian clenched his fists. He would give it his all for the rest of the month.

* * *

Shirone knew what he was capable of.

Seeking a different way without even holding on to the schema also showed that he had the exact opposite tendency to Lian's.

Nevertheless, talent promotes the shortest distance to the destination efficiently. Shirone put aside miscellaneous skills and studied only the basics of swordsmanship.

A month passed by quickly.

Arm-direction slash and arm-direction block. After doing these two things satisfactorily, Shirone finished his training.

And finally, he asked a question that implied what he had learned.

"What is swordsmanship?"

The totality of kinetic dynamics that occur to kill life. It was also a highly advanced psychology that separated life from death.

Shirone assumed the imaginary Lian and aimed her sword. He would probably move from every angle imaginable.

But it's just a lie. Only the sword that came in to cut himself was real.

Shirone responded with imagination to an imaginary enemy. His sword stretched like an illusion and overpowered the eight defenses. When another sum was made, he dispersed into dozens of branches.

'It's not counting numbers. I feel it whole.'

You will not see the forest, if you are obsessed with the trees. To savor the full potential. That was an insight.

But it wasn't that easy. As the various patterns spread like fractals, I kept obsessing over attacks in specific parts.

'It's okay if you can't make it. Let's observe.'

Gradually gaining momentum, Shirone completely let go of his thoughts at some point. All kinds of possibilities began to be sucked into the infinite blank space.

"Huh? uh uh uh?"

Shirone looked at the world with shocked eyes. There was no end. The whole world was filled with his and Lian's sword.

Shirone dropped his sword and staggered at the unbearable size.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

dejected laughter. Like magic, the sword was infinite. It was an experience of an endless world derived from a single sword.

'I guess the swordsmen chose this path.'

Aren't you also walking the infinite path of magic? The unknown homogeneity made me feel good.

'Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I might not be able to go home.'

There were no regrets. So will Lian. Fortunately I could see one side of a truly wonderful world ahead of the turning point of life and death.

Outside the library, I heard the chime of a bell approaching midnight.

Lian wants to have what he can't have and Shirone has done everything he can. The clash between the two boys, symmetrical like mirrors, is now an hour away.