Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 101



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 101

Exam period (2)

The Five Chosik [Five Hands Format] and the Three Swords Format are naturally connected.

This is because the component of Samgeomsik is Five Chosik.

If you break down the Samgeomsik one by one, it means that each part is made up of the Five Chosik.

Therefore, the Five Chosik becomes the root of the Samgeomsik.

This is the ‘system’ discussed in swordsmanship.

“Geomcho must naturally follow the system.”

Solliet spoke and grabbed the wooden sword. I also picked up a wooden sword.

“It’s similar to connecting a magical magic circuit. For example, the ‘triangular cut’ and ‘fast sword’ of the Five Chosik harmonize with each other. “This is because the two have similar characteristics.”

It was like a lecture.

“However, the ‘triangular cut’ and ‘curve cut’ of the Five Chosik techniques do not harmonize with each other.”

“why?”

“This is because a curved stroke is a ‘single blow’ that completes three strokes as one stroke, whereas a triangular cut is a ‘series attack’ that fires three strokes in an instant.”

To put it simply, bending is a simple stroke that connects three strokes to form a Z. There is a strong feeling of combining three strokes into one stroke.

On the other hand, the triangular cut is, as the name suggests, an herbivore that involves attacking with three strokes in a row.

This means that their properties are completely different from each other.

“That’s why we need a theory. “To find a place where there is no confrontation but a flowing connection.”

“okay? “Then I’ll give it a try.”

“… … Try it.”

“okay.”

I immediately swung my sword.

Ride, ride, ride——!

Solliet raised her sword to block, but the soles of her feet were scraped against the road. She was pushed back three steps in an instant and her eyes widened.

“… … “What happened just now?”

She asked back with a blank face. I answered with a bit of confidence.

“how is it. “I tried mixing the triangular cut with the bending technique.”

“… … .”

Soliette was speechless.

Triangular cut is performed by taking three steps in succession.

Swinging is one step, swinging three strokes as if they were one stroke.

Herbivores have completely different characteristics and are difficult to connect with.

“gun… … “I cut you nine times.”

Soliet muttered while fiddling with her wooden sword. I answered.

“Three times, like nine times.”

While taking the steps of the triangular cut, I performed the herbivorous technique of the bending cut.

“But it hurts a little.”

I put down the wooden sword. Well, the joints and ligaments are fine, but my danjeon is quite sore.

This is because this is the use of “Notepad”: modification and editing through action.

Why, if we divide the triangular cut into stages.

１. Take steps.

２. Swing one stroke.

３. Take steps.

４. Swing one stroke.

５. Take steps.

６. Swing one stroke.

It happens like this, right?

But here, you edit it as if you were touching a file in “Notepad” or coding.

１. Take steps.

２. Draw a stroke of the character ‘─’.

３. Draw a stroke of the character ‘/’.

４. Draw a stroke of the character ‘─’.

５. Take steps.

In this way, insert the Z-shaped ‘curve’ and save it in “Notepad.”

“how is it?”

It’s a process expressed as intuitively as possible, but it works anyway. The price is quite a bit of horsepower and a capacity of up to 5.

“… … .”

Solliet looked at me with a stern face. She looked at it for a while and then spoke briefly.

“You are amazing.”

It was surprisingly hard.

“You’re not calling me a genius this time?”

Something was disappointing.

Actually, I haven’t really heard any compliments much. I feel like I intentionally showed off too much because I wanted to get a little praise… … .

What’s wrong with a 30-year-old getting compliments from a 19-year-old? The 19-year-old is the future’s greatest swordsman genius.

The genius gave me advice.

“No matter how talented you are, if you die quickly, you are useless.”

“… … “What are you talking about?”

Are you belittling yourself?

Solliet continued next with a very serious expression.

“You just said ‘I’m sick.’ “The herbivorous diet just now causes too much wear and tear on important parts of the body, such as joints and ligaments.”

Of course, no matter how superhuman you are, joints and ligaments such as knees and shoulders do not regenerate or recover. That in itself is a limitation of the human race.

However, it is only fully charged with magic power and the demonic body.

“ah. “But my joints are fine.”

“no.”

Soliette refused to tell me that I was okay.

“No, are you really okay?”

One day, let me quote what Theia Itsil said about my body.

[The skeleton is very hard without being too thick, and the joints are very soft and flexible.

The arms are moderately long, making it suitable for handling any weapon, and the ankles and knees are strong, allowing for a destructive rush.

The elasticity of the wrists and shoulders is exceptional, so there is no stress even when making rapid turns, and the ligaments are thick and tight, so the grip strength is similar to that of an alligator.

So, no matter how or how you move, there is no load on the body itself.]

Of course, it hasn’t grown as much as it did then.

At that time, I was 196cm tall and 110kg?

He weighed a bit, but he wasn’t bulky. She was rather slim.

“There is something called the ‘Change Sword.’ “Unlike other sword techniques, it is an anomaly in that it is used by bending the existing sword blade.”

Change sword. Solliet said and shook her head.

“The change sword is hard on the body. However, it puts more strain on your body than the sword you just saw. So, it is best to quit if possible. “It’s not for nothing that we mix herbivorous foods into the system.”

Well, it might be that way for other people.

Maybe only I can do this.

“I’ll do it my way.”

“… … .”

Then Solliet pouted her lips. I asked, brandishing her wooden sword.

“Do you want to spar?”

“I think it’s best not to overdo it today.”

She threw the wooden sword on the lawn.

“why?”

He sat down on the stone chair and answered.

“The College Board’s evaluation exam is usually an individual competition, so we did a fairly large team event right before the evaluation exam. “It’s the 10th year in a row, so it’ll probably be the same this year as well.”

It seems that there is something called the keynote of the exam.

“Oh yeah? “Then you should rest.”

I also put down my wooden sword. Solliet glanced in my direction and nipped at her lawn.

“Sion Askal. Of course your abilities are special. No matter how much they sacrifice their bodies, it is rare to find someone who can utilize herbivory to that extent. Just now, you bent it as if there was no system.”

There is no system.

That sounds somewhat familiar.

I’ve heard something like that before and again.

─Absolute Sword has no system.

It was Solliet back then too.

“But that method is wrong. “If you keep doing it that way, your body will break down first.”

I laughed out loud.

I wonder who gets ruined by who.

“Don’t ruin yourself.”

“I am solid.”

“I mean mental, mental.”

I lifted my finger and poked my temple.

Solliet pursed her lips with a dissatisfied look on her face, but without saying anything, she slowly got into her sleeping bag.

“Now let’s go home. “How long are you going to stay here?”

“Get out.”

Looks like you’re upset.

* * *

… … Late at night.

Elise is sitting in the reception room, glaring at someone through the glass window.

He smiles at himself, but it only disgusts Elise. He is a person who does not even want to open his mouth because he feels that if he mixes his words, even he will be polluted.

“… … congratulations.”

The sarcasm I finally managed to spit out after keeping my lips moving for a while. Elise let go of the restraints that bound her arms and legs.

“Somehow I found my place again.”

─Thank you. It’s much better here than in prison.

However, it seems like the other person can’t even accept my sarcasm as sarcasm. His intellectual ability is already below golden level.

─So you’re saying it’s just your younger brother?

At his words, Elise clenched her teeth again.

Brother.

The word ‘younger brother’ keeps hitting my brain.

Yael.

Why on earth is this person my blood relative?

─I heard that the play was good.

He said with a slight smile.

“It looks like you can hear news from outside.”

─Because it becomes the Internet.

“Are you tired?”

Elise was dumbfounded. I was a little worried too.

They released a psychotic person who killed people and even allowed the internet. What on earth is your father thinking?

“comment… … “You can’t use the same thing.”

─Can I use it?

“What?”

─But you just write bullshit. Everything is censored. The hospital pretends not to do anything, but I’m trying to write and upload comments and posts, right? Then it takes a very minute loading time.

Yael smiled.

─In the meantime, I’m just spying on you. It’s a clever tactic. Just keeping them confined is not efficient. It’s much more efficient to open up a little space and monitor what’s going on there. Isn’t your father so needlessly meticulous?

Elise silently glared at Yael. He quietly moved his lips.

[They’re probably still watching]

I looked around without realizing it. A secret reception room in the Petra psychiatric ward. There was only one surveillance camera.

─Oh, indeed. I heard that friend also played in a play?

“… … .”

Elise’s eyes drifted back to Jael.

─I also found and watched a video of the play. Bard. It sounded cool. It’s a hot topic in Changan these days. how is it? Is it worth changing your mind now?

“That mouth… … ”

I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes.

“… … Haaaaa.”

I cooled my boiling stomach with a sigh.

“Can you please shut your mouth?”

─What’s wrong? Thinking about my brother’s love business –

“Before I tear you apart!”

thud! Elise shouted, pounding on the table in the reception room.

One day, he told someone back what he had heard.

“I mean, shut up.”

Yael’s eyes widened, perhaps because it was an unexpected double lust.

─Well… … .

He slowly stepped back.

Elise crossed her arms. She felt like her stomach was a little relieved thanks to this.

“… … You can’t get out forever. There. So, if you want to save your life. “If you want to make a living using the Internet.”

He stretched out his finger and pointed to Yael’s mouth.

“Good luck with your admission. “Because you are your father, I am keeping you alive.”

It is said that if he becomes the head of the family, he will definitely be killed.

─… … okay.

Yael smiled slightly and nodded. Elise got up immediately.

─But really, how is he?

A word that irritates you again and again.

Elise glanced at him and twisted the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t know why you call me friend? “When did you see it?”

Then again, Yael only moved her lips.

[He’s really my friend.]

Where are your friends?

Elise, who tried to shoot back, froze coldly.

Yael’s expression now is more serious than ever.

─Take care of yourself.

Meanwhile, Yael got up first. He left the reception room, and Elise also came out late and was worried.

“… … .”

Could it be that Yael said something to Zion Askar in the quarantine zone?

Or is it just a fake?

But why bother faking it with Zion Ascal?

She almost ripped off her fingernails but quickly came to her senses. She called someone right away.

“… … Mr. Luren?”

Among the Petra family’s attendants, he is a middle-aged knight who is most confident that he is his own person.

“It’s called Arvila Orphanage in Armand in the north.”

A money laundering company believed to have been used by Sion Askal.

“there. I’ll stop by this weekend. “Please cancel your schedule for a moment.”

Just in case, I’m thinking of checking in there first.