Infinite Wizard

grand banquet hall.

Shirone arrived on time. Lian came first and was waiting.

It was as if the battle had already begun. The two looked at each other from a distance without approaching.

"Let's do it."

The weapon Lian chose was the same long sword as Shirone's.

Ogent's swordsmanship, which boasts an authoritative and exciting swordsmanship, was more suitable for a greatsword than a longsword.

However, that was when the schema was possible, so it was more like choosing a custom weapon rather than being considerate of Shirone.

Shirone was in the posture of Jung Jung-dong from the beginner level swordsmanship. It was a simple move, but even in Lian's eyes, his center of gravity was much more well-placed than before.

'really... ... Is that possible?'

Lian saw Rai again from Shirone. Suddenly, I had this thought. That kid might not have learned swordsmanship.

'But how can I stay calm? Aren't you afraid of death?'

Even Lian, who had trained with the sword for 16 years, feared death. That's why it boosted his confidence while pushing his body to the limit.

On the other hand, Shirone did not have the same courage as Lian. He was a herbivore who loved peace and hated fighting.

However, intelligence always pursues the highest efficiency. Analyzing the fear of the real sword as the biggest risk factor in this confrontation, Shirone tried to find a solution and finally got an answer.

If you can't conquer your fear, delve into its depths and understand it fully.

In sword philosophy, this is called 'jumping off a cliff'. Any human can jump off a cliff. If only he didn't recall the fact that he would die.

For example, some parts of the world do not feel fear. There are various occupations such as powerful people, businessmen, and criminals, but the common point is that they do not imagine the results in advance.

Serial killers only pursue momentary pleasure and do not think about death when they are arrested. Some dictators enjoy a leisurely dinner even when rebels have broken through the gates. For them, the future is an illusion that does not exist for 0.1 seconds.

Shirone imagined standing at the edge of a cliff. Then he put his right foot in the air, followed by his left foot.

Shirone did not crash. If you didn't imagine the future, the outside of the cliff was just about to fall.

'It didn't fall until it fell. You are not dead until you die.'

The reason why intellect is sometimes more dangerous than courage is that it understands the nature of danger.

Also, the spirit of Shirone that was frozen like that dramatically increased the spirit zone's sense of stability.

"Goaaaaaa!"

At the same time as Shirone entered the Spirit Zone, Lian came close.

A flash seemed to draw in front of Shirone's eyes. It was a thrilling swordsmanship that was on a different level from that of a mountaineer.

But Shirone also had a spirit zone.

With his synesthesia, he felt the sword's trajectory and avoided the attack with his eyes wide open.

Lian's expression turned to bewilderment. Beginners couldn't see the movements of the real sword with their own eyes.

However, the skill of the sword is also infinite. There were things that Shirone couldn't predict. As the blade cut through Shirone's chest, the spirit zone shook momentarily.

Shirone's heart sank. If this is the case, you will be left without a hitch.

However, Lian's subsequent attack was unexpectedly violent. Thanks to this, Shirone was able to escape death by blowing up his body.

'Why such an attack?'

It was over when he cut his side in the shortest distance without exerting much effort. However, Lian, as if not noticing Shirone's shaking, took a big move to win.

'Maybe my understanding of swordsmanship is lower than I thought?'

Shirone's thoughts were correct. Lian, who lacked insight, was good at swordsmanship itself, but his realization of the essence of swordsmanship was poor.

Shirone lowered Lian's skills. It was foolish to give up any room for a counterattack to set the enemy too strong. He had no choice but to take risks to win the match.

As Shirone's counterattack began, Lian's stamina was rapidly exhausted as the tension of death increased. When dozens of sums continued like that, Lian was shocked.

'Damn it! It can't be like this! It can't be like this!'

The opponent's technique was only basic slashing. Even so, it was difficult to stop. I was only aiming for the unstoppable part.

Rai's face suddenly came to mind. In a confrontation two years ago, his older brother had defeated Lian with one hand. Rai's face as he licked his lips and made a sneer was still vivid in my mind.

"Do not be ridiculous! I will become the best swordsman in the world!"

The more Lian bumped into her, the more she wondered. what the hell is this boy You don't want to win? Why do you insist? Does he do what he thinks?

'uh? Huh?'

Shirone gradually realized that he was being pushed back. At some point, his opponent's movements were not being read. Lian's sword, which he wielded confidently, approached Shirone with unpredictable difficulty.

"Don't lose! I will jump over it!"

Lian jumped on the winning flag and drove Shirone. Shirone's stamina was rapidly draining. So far, I have been efficiently distributing my stamina, but there is an absolute difference anyway. It felt like the sword was becoming heavy.

"This is it!"

Lian, who came running with his longsword hanging down, struck Shirone up as if splitting his chin. Shirone also struck down his sword with all his strength.

With a clanging sound, a sword soared into the sky and pierced the other side of the gymnasium.

Silence prevailed.

The two took a deep breath and glared at each other.

Lian slowly lowered his gaze and looked down. I saw Shirone's sword aiming at his pit.

Just before the swords collided, Shirone swung his wrist like a whirlwind and raised Lian's sword from bottom to top. In addition to his inertia, Lian, whose stamina fell as the impact was applied, eventually let go of the sword.

It was not a technique I tried with confidence. Just a difference in understanding of swordsmanship. He took the risk thinking that only attacks that could cut him were real.

Shirone did not relax. He wanted to lie down right away, but he couldn't let go of his hard-earned life.

"Ah, I lost."

Lian admitted defeat coolly.

"Ah, I lost. lost."

Lian scratched her head annoyedly, but the miasma had already disappeared. I trained to the limit and fought to the best of my ability. So, there was no regret left.

"You won. I lost the battle, so I have nothing to say even if I kill you."

It was not a childish remark. But Shirone was even more displeased with it. Can there be such a thing without iron?

"Are you kidding me?"

"what?"

"If you kill the young master, do you know how I can live? To say such nonsense."

"I am! What does it matter? Is that something you would say to someone who risked their lives, that's it!"

"Your life must have been staked only by the young boy! I was just fighting for my life! What the hell makes no sense starting from this absurd confrontation, is it possible that the young master didn't want to train in the first place and put the blame on me with what he hid?"

Lian was taken aback. Isn't it normal for normal men to have lines that, if not heartwarming, can feel the hot and heavy taste after a fight?

However, this was the momentum to eat it with male nagging.

"Hey, man! Who blames you? It's because your behavior is so petty! Even if it's the first time we've seen each other, it's normal to show loyalty in such a situation!"

"You sound like loyalty!"

"What is it, man?"

Shirone cried. For a month, I was so preoccupied with the problem at hand that I had no time to think of anything else, but when the work was over, I couldn't control my anger.

"Is that loyalty? Have you ever thought about the burden a rank butler must bear between the son of the head of household and the master swordsman? Did you ask me for that even knowing that?"

"yes? yeah... ... ."

Lian blinked his eyes. Shirone's nagging was an unfamiliar attack to Lian, who learned from being beaten every day.

"If you are truly a man of loyalty, you should have been ashamed of burdening a mere butler and stood before the swordsmanship master on your own. Isn't that a really cool and loyal act?"

Lian was silent for a long time. From the way he repeatedly licked his lips, Shirone was able to understand his personality.

I'm not the type to make up words.

I didn't do anything because I had nothing to say.

But Shirone, who didn't want to see it even more, gave up even nagging, and sat down.

"Ha, you almost died."

Lian looked closely at the chattering Shirone. The strongest opponent who overcame the fear of death and pushed himself disappeared, and it seemed as if a child was just sitting there.

Who are you? It was clear that he was a genius. But he wasn't Rai. Unlike his older brother, who slashed the sword with one hand and threw arsenic, that boy dealt with him with all his might.

"What is your name?"

Shirone raised his head. When I sat and looked at him, Lian's size seemed bigger.

"This is Ariane Shirone."

"I am Ogent Lian."

It was funny that nobles and commoners were making a statement, but what was even more absurd was this. Do you really think we don't know the name of the youngest son in the family?

Lian walked on, not paying attention to Shirone's sullen expression. Shirone's head went up even more. Lian suddenly held out a hand the size of a pot lid and spoke in a thick voice.

"let's be friends. how?"