Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 82



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 82

Before break (1)

Sion Askal grabbed the wooden sword. Soliet watched quietly. Her eyes and ears were focused on him.

In order to teach correctly, you must properly observe and understand not only the movement of the sword but also the subtle movements of the joints and muscles.

“Whoa… … .”

He took a deep breath and immediately began his swordsmanship. He took the first step and swung his sword.

one two three four five six.

Six straight lines were engraved in the air.

“6?”

Solliet frowned slightly. The tip of her sword is straight and her balance is good, but six straight strokes would be too much. If you take too much the first time, it will take a toll on the next two times.

Zion took the second step. He slashed five strokes at the same time.

“… … !”

Solliet’s eyes widened slightly. There was no overload as she feared. She was as natural as flowing water.

Next, the third and final step.

Passuke—!

The lawn was swept. He walked 10 meters in just three steps, and four sword strokes lingered in the moonlight.

6, 5, 4.

A total of 15 cuts were made, and the lunar eclipse was already completed.

“… … under.”

Solliet closed her eyes. He bit her lower lip. She sighed a little deeply.

This person is definitely not the first time.

“how is it?”

At that moment, he looked at himself and asked casually. Solliet furrowed her brows.

“… … What kind of bullshit are you talking about? “Is it fun?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It can’t be your first time. “Is it okay to deceive you like that?”

Even if you have a basic understanding and sense of swordsmanship, you cannot complete 15 stanzas on a subject you are learning for the first time.

“Is this really your first time? “I learn rather quickly.”

“It’s not that fast, is it? … … “Fuck.”

A swear word naturally appeared at the end of the sentence.

“What? “You even wrote a report for me.”

Suddenly he rummaged through his bag. He took out a folded sword report. Solliet was startled.

This is a report I wrote about Sion Askal’s swordsmanship during the first week of swordsmanship class.

“Let’s see… … look. [It is a half-star low-level swordsmanship that is not worth watching or learning.] “Leave it like this?”

“… … Huh.”

She cleared her throat.

Certainly, the swordsmanship of Sion Askal that I saw at that time had no fundamentals. There was no system. There was no order. I had no concept. None of them were established.

If there’s something that looks good, you bring it, and if it’s too difficult, you give up. That’s how the ragged sword technique was created.

To put it harshly, ‘garbage low-class swordsmanship’.

“… … then. “Who have you been learning swords from?”

“I have a father, and there is an instructor I know. “His name is Dent.”

“I don’t know the name. “May I ask which swordsmanship academy you graduated from?”

“Is there such a thing? “I’m a low-level knight.”

“… … .”

Solliet was speechless for a moment.

I was quietly lost in thought.

If he really is the first.

If you have been holding a sword and swinging it aimlessly until now, this is your first time encountering this system and concept.

“If that is really true.”

Soliette raised her eyes. She looked at her Sion Askal standing before her.

Although he is a little short to be a swordsman, he already has the knack of wielding a sword.

It has the ability to release steps and absorb sword skills.

Of course, the world is wide. Talents with that ability were spread out like laundry.

Right now, the lunar eclipse is a sword eclipse that Solliet mastered at only 4 years old.

However, he has unrefined ‘body’ potential.

A body that can soar up to 683cm and kill a monster with its bare hands.

Rigid body.

Of course, strength is only one of the many components of talent, but being as naturally boneless as Sion Askal would be advantageous in almost every way.

Above all, you can master swordsmanship if you work hard, but you cannot reconstruct your body appropriately.

“For you…” … .”

Therefore──

Soliet can say this to Sion Askal:

“You have talent.”

“?”

He blinked blankly for a moment. Soon he smiled and shook his head.

It was a face of disbelief.

* * *

… … fence.

I never learned that from my father either. I learned how to swing it from Dent, the instructor at the orphanage.

Hit it a thousand times. Upload a thousand times. Slam your body against a log a thousand times. That kind of teaching.

Since I was a beginner who was far from a swordsmanship scholar, I first encountered ‘systems’ such as swordsmanship and herbalism in this swordsmanship academy.

Oh, of course, there are concepts I picked up here and there. Because I’ve been to so many places.

“You have talent.”

Because of this, Solliette’s reaction is unfamiliar to me.

“Are you not interested in learning swordsmanship in earnest?”

Her eyes sparkled. She is like a person who discovers a pearl inside a clam while frying it.

“why. “Are you going to teach me Arcane swordsmanship?”

“… … hmm.”

When Soliette asked that question, her face became troubled.

Of course, Arcne’s swordsmanship is not necessarily a secret. There are quite a few swordsmen who use Arkne swordsmanship even though they are not from Arkne.

This is called the Arcne style, and is taught directly by the Arcne family. The ‘Arcne Swordsmanship Academy’ they run is already considered one of the highest-class swordsmanship schools in Edsilla.

Since the most important ‘vision’ is passed down only to blood relatives, there is no need to hide the swordsmanship itself.

“it’s okay. just-”

“1,000 ren.”

Solliet suddenly called out the price. Extending one of her fingers, she nodded generously.

“It’s 1,000 Ren per session.”

I laughed. ha ha ha.

“I’m not learning. “Are you calling me crazy?”

“… … What. Don’t give a damn. Even if you only pay 10,000 Ren, there are so many people you can learn from. “Right now, the monthly membership fee for Arkne Swordsmanship Academy is 20,000 Ren-”

“Then they teach?”

“… … .”

She was speechless and pursed her tongue. It looked like she was going to take a pause and then spit out her six-character text, but surprisingly she nodded her head.

“30 minutes a day a week. We’ll let you know for free. Instead, there are conditions.”

She pointed at my neck. Why the neck? Why not do it on her chest?

“You too, teach me Ratinelle.”

“… … Ratinelle?”

aha. The neck is made of Latinel.

“yes.”

“I thought you weren’t interested in that.”

I was puzzled.

Solliet is, of course, an aristocrat whose pronunciation in the official language cannot be hidden. The sharp, posh accent typical of nobles is very natural.

Nevertheless, she absolutely hates noble things. Old-fashioned hobbies like ratinelle, prom, polo, etc.

“Even if you are not interested, you have to learn now. Isn’t the person behind it ‘at least’ a big name?”

Anyway, it seems like the reason is similar to mine.

The person behind Nightmare must be a big player. A dark side of power that disguises contract killings as serial murders and conceals even the murderer without any repercussions.

If you want to reach them, it won’t hurt to learn Latinel, the language of the nobles.

“Okay call. “I will teach you Latinel, and you teach me martial arts.”

“great. Sword, what? “Martial arts?”

Solliet made up her face.

“Are you an asshole? Swordsmanship is more valuable than martial arts.”

“I’m done with swordsmanship.”

The swordsmanship I pursue is in “Notepad.”

No, to be exact, it is in my memory.

“There is someone else to watch and learn from.”

Solliet’s Absolute Sword.

Because you are my future swordsman teacher.

“… … .”

Solliet glared at me with a sullen expression. Anyone who sees her will think there is a mosquito bite on her lip.

“Then, now, please keep telling me about the Three Swords Sik.”

“What nonsense are you talking about when you say there is no need for swordsmanship?”

“No, swordsmanship and swordsmanship are different.”

It’s much faster to look at something once than to memorize it while looking at a textbook. Among them, Soliet is the perfect educational material to use as my ‘database’.

“what the. I’m only showing you this once. In order, they are Yeon-sik and Oh-hwa-sik.”

Solliet took a deep breath and moved her sword.

First of all, it was the model year. It is said that it continues continuously without a break.

Her steps while using the sword were elegant, and her sword skills were beautiful. It was her gesture that reflected her perfect fundamentals, but there was something more to her than the basics. Her killer had a spark that she couldn’t have even if she devoted her whole life to it.

Even on a dark night, a talent that shines like a star.

A martial art that seems to dance according to the wind of the lake.

“… … woah.”

Soliet Arcne.

You will be remembered by the world… … no.

He is a sword genius that the world will remember.

* * *

I am lying on the lawn.

It seemed like he had learned most of the three swords meals. The results I learned while watching Soliet were translated into the capacity of “Notepad.”

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24-hour revision history: +3

The capacity occupied by Samgeomsik is exactly 3.

It’s strangely small, probably because the base already exists.

Why, if you suddenly want to learn a highly difficult skill, it’s natural for it to be difficult, right? However, if you learn the lower-level skills step by step and climb up the stairs, it is surprisingly easy.

In other words, thanks to the fact that I previously built up ‘Five Chosik’ as a database, Samgeomsik only needs 3 capacity.

“… … But that’s it.”

Soliet suddenly spoke. Like a current affairs tracking program host.

“As you said. “If Nightmare is a contract killer.”

I looked back. She was squatting on the lawn.

“Just as Bella Tan benefited from Berio Tan’s death, there must be someone who benefits from his death.”

“… … yes.”

Solliet grabbed the grass on the floor with one hand.

“I guess I should investigate.”

“You don’t have to. Because I can do it. “Just give me the money.”

“… … “Will the receipt be processed?”

she asked. I chuckled.

“Don’t laugh. “I’m serious.”

“no. What is a receipt? “You also don’t want your family to find out.”

“… … droughty.”

Soliet ripped up the grass. She threw it down on the lakeshore and muttered:

“The family is a horse. They treated me like a psychopath. They say they’re chasing someone who’s already dead. “I actually went in and out.”

“okay?”

“It felt like fucking shit. I keep taking medicine. “Trash.”

“You managed to come out.”

“yes. “I came out pretending to be who they wanted me to be.”

Well, the Arcne family is not a very shabby family.

They are the most historic sword family on the continent. As such, it demands ‘strength’ from its members more than any other family. Things like physical and mental strength.

“So, even I doubted myself before I met you.”

Soliet tore up the grass again and threw it into the lake. If that were to happen, her area would become a wasteland.

“I wonder if I’m really paranoid and forcing myself to chase after the already dead Knightmare.”

I gathered the stones and pushed them next to Solliet.

“Isn’t he a psychopath who wants Nightmare alive?”

Instead of grass, she picked up a rock and threw it at the lakeside. Pong-! Pong-! Pong-! It flew away, making a splash.

“… … “Thanks to you, I have become convinced that Nightmare is truly alive.”

Solliet looked at the moon reflecting on the lake.

“Do you feel like I’m stuck in the past?”

It was a rather serious voice. It was a question that came from self-reflection.

Is it much better than in my previous life?

I answered bluntly.

“You know, not me.”

“… … ?”

Solliet was briefly stunned. She froze and stared into space, then she picked up the rock again and threw it into the lake.

Pong-pong- she asked back as she watched the water swallow moving forward.

“… … “Then what about you?”

“I live in the past.”

I answered right away. Solliet looked back in surprise.

“yes?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. If an irreplaceable person dies, you can live your whole life grieving. “No one can criticize that.”

I have no future.

For people without a future, it is best to keep the past.

If only I could, with the rest of my life, help my past relationships.

With the rest of my life, if only I could destroy Libra.

I can’t ask for anything more than that.

“… … “It seems like you, too, have lost someone precious to you.”

Solliette was convinced.

“Of course.”

I just answered like that.

Because at first glance it seems true.