The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed - Chapter 206



207 – Dance of the Red Lion

People often subjectively evaluate others through their own memories and experiences. People who can objectively evaluate others are people with special jobs, such as scouts who evaluate players or headhunters who recruit talent. As an ordinary web novel writer, I can only judge Lakar based on my experiences and memories.

The sight of Rakar swinging his dual swords so frantically that it seems as if he has lost his mind. I suspected that I had learned something similar to the ability I gained, [Berserker].

Unlike me, who had escaped the penalty of insanity thanks to my indomitable courage, Lakar was even able to breathe freely, and he seemed to have no intention of backing down from my checks.

Neglecting defense when dealing with someone who can target your back from an impossible angle at any time is a clear mistake. I widened the distance by quickly stepping back, then used space magic to attack Rakar’s defenseless back.

Rakar, who was running after me in a straight line, seemed to have read the attack coming from a blind spot, instantly turned his body and let my attack flow through the gap between his armpits, then continued his movement naturally and swung his dual swords.

Holding the spear shorter than usual, I quickly retrieved the spear I had thrown out and at the same time created a dimensional entrance in the trajectory of the twin swords to reflect the attack. One of Rakar’s twin swords entered the dimension entrance and swung towards Rakar’s thigh. Just before his sword hit his thigh, Rakar changed the sword he was holding in his other hand into a shield and blocked his sword with incredible reaction speed.

Kang—!

The incredible reaction speed made me realize that my guess was wrong. Rakar is different from the berserker who receives attacks with his body and uses up his vitality to deliver powerful blows. Rather, it is a display of purely innate senses heightened to the extreme. Thinking is kept to a minimum, and everything is done with reflexes and instinctive senses.

At that moment, I naturally realized it. This is a battle of skill and talent. When I realized this, the desire to win rose from deep within my heart. I glared at Rakar, clutching the handle of the spear strongly. He again faced Rakar head on, changing his shield to a sword.

I exhaled while applying magical power. Senses become sharper. Just as the world slows down, the area of ​​extrasensory perception expands. In response to the intangible breath, the power of the entire body is instantly and explosively amplified.

He fired back and forth at such a rapid pace that it felt as if the spear blades had expanded into three. Each blow was delivered with such force that her arm muscles felt hot. If you don’t block it properly, you will definitely suffer fatal injuries.

Despite the storm of attacks, Lakar did not back down. He seems to be planning a war of attrition with me, but he deflects all my attacks. Despite Lakar’s natural sense and effort combined with the use of intangible breathing, he was caught by the speed of the attack. But despite this, this sparring has no choice but to be my victory.

Blocking an attack with just his senses is the result of Lacard’s natural talent combined with tremendous effort. It is clearly a great ability, and it is a result that must be supported by past efforts that cannot be easily imitated. But that alone is not enough to win a sparring match with me.

The spacing between weapons is different. Even if he kept up with the speed of the attack, Rakar was unable to close the widening gap. I am the one who is unilaterally attacking. What this means is that the amount of stamina consumed is different. If you don’t back down, it will break. However, he couldn’t choose the option of retreating against me, who had no range limit due to space magic. The moment he withdraws his foot, La Carr’s defeat is certain.

The existence of space magic forces the opponent to approach one-sidedly. Regardless of the terrain, I fight in a way that is advantageous to me from the start.

This is also why Lycan confidently said that I would be the most difficult person to deal with one-on-one. Because I am fighting on a battlefield that is unreasonably advantageous only to me.

As expected, the winner of the war of attrition was me. Rakar’s stamina was rapidly depleting, and his speed at blocking attacks was noticeably reduced. Rakar, who began to lose little by little, eventually changed his mind, giving up his dual swords and switching back to sword fighting.

But that action is just a simple bid for time. In the first place, it was difficult to approach the sword room, so they bypassed it with dual swords. Even if I raise my shield again, there is no sign of the situation getting better now that my stamina has dropped further.

In the end, Rakar, who believed in the defensive power of the shield and relied on his senses to forcibly move forward to narrow the distance, had a hard time blocking the attack, but was unable to avoid a surprise kick to the back using space magic and lost his body’s balance and fell forward.

When the blade of the spear was brought close to Rakar’s neck, only then did Rakar’s tattoo lose its red color. Rakar, who was breathing heavily, finally opened his mouth with a helpless look on his face.

“Huh, oh oh… Yeok, he’s also the manager. You have strengthened your stamina and speed, which have been your weak points. I thought I could win if it was a war of attrition… “It’s really tremendous growth.”

Rakar let out a long sigh, shook off his frustration, and soon smiled in satisfaction. It seems like he feels good about sparring with me after a long time. I put the Spear of Destruction into the space warehouse, grabbed Rakar’s hand, and lifted him up.

Rakar, who was covered in dust, shook himself off and flopped down on a chair. Like intangible breathing, there seems to be a burden on the body after using it.

“You look tired, drink this.”

I found a reasonably cool drink in the space warehouse and gave it to Rakar. Rakar finished his drink in an instant, making a sound like an old man, and after taking a moment to catch his tired breath, he explained to me about the training he had done during the vacation.

“During vacation, my sister and I received training from our father. This tattoo was done by my father himself. This is our family’s vision. “It’s called the Dance of the Red Lion.”

If you think about it, Rakar’s older sister also had red hair. That may be why it was named red lion. I said as I saw Rakar brushing off his tattoo as if he was proud of it.

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“At first, I assumed he had become a berserker. He seemed to have extreme aggressive tendencies, as if he had lost his temper. However, it was not as if he had lost his reason, but as if his instinctive senses had been heightened to the extreme.”

As usual, after sparring, we exchanged what we felt during sparring. At the beginning of the semester, the difference in ability was so severe that Lakar taught me most of the time, but now we stand side by side to the point where we point out each other’s problems and exchange opinions. These days, I have felt that I have grown in so many different places. It doesn’t feel bad.

Rakar nodded as if acknowledging me, who was smiling slightly, and asked a question instead of an answer.

“Chief, where do you think fear comes from?”

Thinking it was a question without context, I thought about it for a while.

“awe… . Well, if I had to ask, I guess it’s imagination.”

I once heard that if you don’t have imagination, you can’t feel fear. I imagine that there might be some kind of monster lurking in the darkness. I have often experienced how it turns a comfortable room into a somewhat creepy place. When you accidentally go to a website and see a trailer for a horror movie or read a horror novel, your imagination is stimulated by the darkness. That was why I tried to ignore the sound of footsteps coming from under the bed.

Rakar smiled with satisfaction at my answer.

“As expected, he’s the manager. You guessed it right. The Red Lion’s Dance aims at that. It helps you reduce your thoughts and fully engage in battle with only your physical reactions. “Just as if you dance a waltz thousands of times, you will be able to dance naturally even after several years, the experience accumulated in your body over the years helps you instinctively avoid danger.”

I nodded in admiration at Lakar’s explanation. Rakar, who grew up by steadily taking steps since childhood, completed the Red Lion Dance based on a solid foundation. In a battlefield where a moment’s thought can mean the difference between life and death, just minimizing the thought process will make a huge difference.

“But there are also big drawbacks.”

Rakar scratched his eyebrows for a moment and looked like he had difficulty speaking. When he shrugged his shoulders to indicate that it was okay, Rakar opened his mouth with a sigh.

“Because I minimized my thoughts, it was a little… .”

“… little?”

Lakar straightened his upper body, which had been leaning forward. Rakar, who had been making loud noises for a while, finally spoke in a low voice.

“… Become stupid. That’s why the manager mistakenly thought he was a berserker. Because I acted instinctively… “Be a little primitive.”

Rakar’s confession brought back to mind the couplet from earlier. Rakar, who was swinging his dual swords like crazy while shouting “Die!”, was honestly an image that will remain in my memory for a long time. He curled his upper lip into his mouth and suppressed his laughter.

Rakar’s face turned red. I guess he thought he looked embarrassed. It was definitely a far cry from his usual serious and dependable appearance.

… So it feels more fun.

“Well, I did look a little stupid. Still, it was great. really.”

When I said that with a smile, Rakar smiled with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“Because I wanted to help the manager.”

It’s already a big help. Along with Luna, Rakar is one of the few people who makes me feel comfortable. He is also my first friend.

Therefore, there was no need for long words. Just by tapping each other’s shoulders, we felt once again that we were friends.

Now that we’ve rested, it’s time to tackle the second trial as intended. Suddenly, I got curious, so I got up from my chair and asked.

“So, what was your last ordeal?”

Rakar raised an eyebrow at my question. With his face full of joy, Rakar took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. When I saw that, my anticipation rose without me knowing.

“that… !!! “You better experience it yourself.”

Lakar turned his head, pretending not to notice my dumbfounded expression.