In the midst of the strategy.

 

Among the many times he had repeated it, Envers had seen one of Luna’s many strategies. Luna stood still in front of the flying ogre’s club.

 

“Uoooooooooo──!!”

 

“Hoo.”

 

She placed her hand on the large club that was about the same size as her, and smoothly rotated every part of her body. Her palm, wrist, elbow, shoulder, waist and pelvis, knee, and leg.

 

Thud.

 

A faint ripple echoed on the ground where Luna stood.

 

The ogre’s enormous strength, which could turn a person into a bloody mess, was gradually reduced through her slippery movements, and in the end, only the power to crush a small pebble remained.

 

Like lightning flowing into the ground through a lightning rod, Luna drained most of the power contained in the ogre’s attack and spread it over the ground.

 

A transcendental technique that seemed to transcend the laws of physics.

 

Envers had heard such a story from a beggar. There are those who draw a Taegeuk with the tip of their sword, and they can drain it even if a mountain collapses on their head.

 

It was a high level of martial arts. For a moment, Envers wondered if Luna was not a master of martial arts who had hidden her strength. The fact that she was creaking and stiff was actually a disguise.

 

But he knew that wasn’t it. Luna was an ordinary academy student (in terms of low combat).

 

It was bound to be curious.

 

“How can you do that?”

 

“Repetition.”

 

“I know that you have hunted ogres countless times. However, the fact that you can do this far with skill, not strength, seems strange to me…”

 

“V.”

 

This girl, who had been throwing double peace signs, would probably have been able to drain the ogre’s attack even if she didn’t have any magic power. Someday.

 

Perhaps in a more extreme situation⋯⋯ such as being extremely weakened, or even at the age of 10, she might be able to drain the club that was coming down with the force to smash the earth.

 

It would require more repetitions than she had done so far. But definitely.

 

It’s martial arts.

 

It is said that martial arts is to supplement insufficient strength with skill.

 

One day, I had a conversation with Luna about martial arts. Envers had always thought of martial arts as just strength. If he, whose magic organ was damaged, wanted to return to his family and succeed in revenge⋯⋯.

 

I needed a way to become strong without using magic power.

 

Even if you work hard every day, your skills will increase slowly. Those with brilliant talents walk briskly and easily overcome the realm of allegory.

 

I am left alone all the time. At this rate, it seemed that even after ten or twenty years, it would not be possible. And after that much time had passed, revenge would no longer be meaningful.

 

So it didn’t have to be martial arts, but anything would have been fine.

 

Artifacts, money, vision books, elixirs, even magic swords or drugs. If it was something that could give him a chance, he would have held it in his hand.

 

He longed for Martial (Martial), but he did not know what Gong (Gong) meant, and his い(い) was dim and he had no 俠(俠).

 

There must have been a part of him that was fascinated by this mysterious subject itself, but with his mind tied to the Redburn family, he had no leeway to realize it on his own.

 

Luna says this to a half-baked martial artist.

 

“Martial arts is a process.”

 

“Process?”

 

Luna nodded her head. It was the result of her deep contemplation and thought.

 

Martial arts was a process for those who were heading towards a certain purpose, who wanted to head towards it.

 

Instead of words, Luna tried to convey her thoughts with her body. She held a club in her hand and swung it in the air. It was a very simple and easy-to-do blow from top to bottom.

 

I was going to catch the dog. At first, like this.

 

But it’s uncomfortable. The dog is low, so I have to change my posture.The movements change. Luna widens her legs to lower her distance from the ground and changes the way she swings. It is a trajectory that is lower to the ground. She was fighting an imaginary dog.

 

But the dog dodges nimbly. If you can’t avoid it, do this.

 

If the dog were to run, it would bite and hang on to the first thing it saw. Pretend to give up the club and do this.

 

Luna gradually changes her movements, adding conditions. Considering various situations, she selects and incorporates the most efficient movements. It accumulates. It changes.

 

The movements that are honed in this way──were very similar to the beggar’s dog-fighting method.

 

“…”

 

The movements created for the purpose of beating up a dog became a proper martial art when they were piled up and woven together with the accumulation of experience.

 

She showed the history of martial arts with her body.

 

“Clear time, it’s like sharpening.”

 

If the purpose is to achieve a goal, and the effort to achieve that goal is called martial arts, then the ‘method of shooting towards the sun’ that they found after their efforts would also be martial arts, and the tricks they learned in academy life would also be martial arts. So.

 

“What’s important is the goal.”

 

“…”

 

You have to be clear about what you’re trying to reach. Luna finished her words like that.

 

Envers’ head became complicated. He thought he had a clear goal. He wanted revenge, he wanted everyone who had despised him to look at him again, and he wanted to bring his mother back.

 

Isn’t this enough?

 

Envers made excuses to himself, although no one had pointed out anything.

 

The discourse at the time left a hypothesis about the ultimate goal of martial arts, along with some confusion.

 

If martial arts is the process of achieving a goal, then a martial god would be a being who must achieve the goal.

 

Let’s say there is a man with almost infinite time. He has the ability to increase 1 second to 100 million years, so he can repeat everything as much as he wants and create custom martial arts on the spot.

 

That being could find a way to overthrow a dragon with only the strength of a child. If the probability is not 0%, he will succeed after trying infinitely.

 

In that case.

 

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From the perspective of his opponent, it would feel like none of his techniques worked──.

 

—- —-

 

A cool sword light flashes across the rainy field.

 

The appearance of the man with the katana is imposing. His energy was weak and emaciated, his bones were clearly visible, and his eyes were sunken and looked like they would collapse at any moment.

 

However, his gaze was filled with an unrefined murderous intent that was fierce.

 

He is calm. There is no movement. He stands still and waits. Beasts that have finished preparing for the hunt look exactly like that. And when the prey moves, for the first time─

 

Faster than anyone else.

 

“No, what am I supposed to do with this──Ouch!”

 

Clang.

 

Envers ended his fifth try by receiving the katana that was flying towards his face. He couldn’t even draw his sword, let alone win.

 

It was because the difference in specs was starting to widen.

 

* SYSTEM_INFO ———–

 

[Jay of Swordsmanship]

 

Health: Considerable

 

Mana: Not used

 

Strength: 4 / 10 (Upper middle class among students)

 

Agility: 6 / 10 (Top class among students)

 

Intelligence: 3 / 10 (Middle class among students)

 

Characteristic: Hungry Demon Sword

 

=＞ Increases attack power. The more kill counts, the lower the attack power.

 

※ —————————

 

Envers, who was ejected from the Tower of Trials, stretched out on the floor. Luna and Selvia, who had bought waffles from the academy’s famous dessert shop, looked down at Envers’ appearance while eating sugar.”Emberth, I think I’m Going crazy.”

 

When you keep facing a challenge with no progress and no end in sight, that’s the kind of expression you make.

 

Selvier said, fiddling with his fork.

 

“That’s why I told you to call someone? I even talked to Bennett through Niore.”

 

“But that way, I won’t be able to prove my abilities to the master! You guys are fine, but Bennett… he’ll just break through everything on his own!”

 

Then, that competent bastard will see that ‘you’re useless now, Emberth’ and take Bennett as his disciple.

 

A guy who already has two beautiful girlfriends and monopolizes all the good fortune, and Emberth himself will be left sucking his thumb in the middle ranks of the academy. And then he’ll be regretting not stopping the master’s NTR…

 

Luna simply commented, with cream smeared on her lips.

 

“Idiot.”

 

He was an idiot.

 

“In the first place, that master… isn’t he a figure in this tower? In the end, he’s probably just an illusion created by the professor. Like a tentacle monster.”

 

“That’s not true. The master is definitely… different!”

 

“There are people who get so engrossed in illusion magic that they confuse it with reality.”

 

“You’ll feel it if you see him in person! He can… talk properly, and he knows a lot. And above all, the discipline of martial arts! That’s a realm that magicians can never reach…!! “

 

While Emberth cast a shield, Selvier dodged in another direction.

 

“Let’s say we get past the 5th floor, but from the 6th floor on, there’s no way we can do it on our own, right?”

 

“Ugh…”

 

“We’ll have to call someone anyway.”

 

“But up to the 5th floor…”

 

Oh, dear.

 

Selvier asked, wiping Luna’s mouth with a handkerchief. He believed Luna, the master of the Tower of Trials build-up, had credibility.

 

“Do you think we can do the 5th floor on our own?”

 

“Possible.”

 

“The 6th floor?”

 

“Difficult.”

 

It seems there is a clear difference. Selvier pondered for a moment. Jay of the foot technique is fast and strong, and after kicking with a deadly kick, he sheathes it again. He uses it in combination with basic body techniques.

 

It’s a simple and monotonous pattern, but if you count honestly, your neck will fly off. And in the midst of all this, you have to clear it ‘without being able to draw your sword’…

 

“I guess we should call someone.”

 

“But up to the 5th floor…!!”

 

“Hmm.”

 

How to prevent someone from drawing their sword.

 

The simplest way is to attach the scabbard and the sword together so that they can’t be drawn in the first place. In that case, I’ll have to call Snow White (White Snow / Blue Magic Tower / Fable), my destined rival.

 

Her ice will be able to bind Jay’s foot technique.

 

Then Snow White will look down at Selvier indifferently, as if to say, “Can’t you do this one thing?”…

 

It would make my stomach. Selvier completely withdrew his suggestion to call someone. It might be better to clear it with the three of them, even if it takes a little more effort, than to see that.

 

If we call Bennett, Emberth will get sick.

 

Think. Think. If you want to prevent someone from drawing their sword without using magic, you have to grab the sword’s handle and suppress it. Faster than Jay’s foot technique.

 

Speed. If you don’t have enough speed, you’ll have to make up for it. And the way to supplement speed within the range of fire magic that Selvier knows is…

 

“Ah. Emberth, let’s put thrusters on your elbows.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“……??”

 

It was an idea to shoot a person’s arm like a rocket.

 

◆Third attempt at elbow boosters

 

After blowing up his elbow once due to spell instability and accidentally elbowing himself in the side due to thruster angle issues, third attempt.

 

Selvier explained the changes to the spell.”I think it’s too risky for me to control the timing of the launch… I’ve planted a trigger in you. When you stretch your arm, the spark will go off and your speed will increase dramatically. Be careful with the angle this time.”

 

“…You’re not going to apologize?”

 

“Originally, magic research requires some sacrifices.”

 

“Your last line sounded like a typical crazy wizard in a fairy tale.”

 

If it wasn’t for the Tower of Trials, Envers would have become a one-armed swordsman with broken ribs.

 

Envers approached Jay cautiously with a sullen face. Jay would immediately use his swordsmanship if he entered the attack range. So he had to time it well.

 

Jay grew and uttered his signature line.

 

“Get out of here, prey.”

 

“…”

 

It was a line he had heard countless times. Like Jenny of the Chain Sickle, they always said the same thing at the beginning. So he couldn’t help but see them as humans.

 

“I’ll go.”

 

“Engine start!”

 

Puhwaaak──!!

 

A strong flame burst out from Envers’ elbow. His right arm, which had received the strong push, shot out like an arrow (not a metaphor)──

 

Clang. Crash.

 

Before Jay could draw his sword, he managed to grab the handle and push it back in. Envers forgot the pain in his elbow joint in the joy of his accomplishment and cheered.

 

“…I, I did it!”

 

“…Nice try.”

 

Bam!

 

“Ugh…!!”

 

Jay gave Envers an uppercut with a short, sharp fist, twisted his body and swung the iron pickaxe over his shoulder, then pushed him away and finished him off with swordsmanship.

 

Clang. Envers was cut in half and ejected outside the Tower of Trials.

 

—- —-

 

Envers left a satisfactory review.

 

“The engine seems to be good. But the problem is what comes after that.”

 

“I have to hold the sword while it’s tied up… I don’t have enough firepower to finish Jay in one shot. He’s tougher than he looks.”

 

“Then you need to be able to tie it up continuously and deal with it inside. The engine is a one-shot, so it has its limits…”

 

“Should we just call Bennett?”

 

Envers retorted.

 

“Then I’d rather call the Snow White. Isn’t she more suitable for achieving the goal?”

 

Envers and Selvier fell into a silent truce. And they breathed at the same time. They thought they had seen hope, but there were still mountains to climb.

 

In the meantime, Luna, who had entered the Tower of Trials to analyze Jay’s pattern, came out. Something was sparkling in her expression. Should we say that she seemed to be grinning all over?

 

Envers asked with great anticipation.

 

“Did you find anything?”

 

“Pattern, no answer. But I learned this.”

 

Luna instructed Envers to put up his guard. Envers slowly raised his guard with both arms, and Luna prepared to throw a punch.

 

And.

 

Pow──!!

 

Luna’s fist, which was twice as fast as usual, flew in and hit Envers’ arm. With a pop, the two of them twisted their bodies in sharp pain.

 

“Ouch!”

 

“…!!”

 

As they groaned, clutching the part that had been hit and the part that had been hit, Selvier, who was watching them, covered her mouth and gasped.

 

“Oh my, what was that just now… You pushed your arm with magic?”

 

“Y, Yes.”

 

Inside the Tower of Trials, even if you die or get hurt, it’s an illusion. Using that, Luna had come up with a new way to use magic inside the tower.

 

A technique that forcibly increases propulsion by bursting magic in the joints. It was inspired by Selvier’s arm-ejection-engine.If I make a slight mistake in controlling it, it could just explode from within, or my muscles could give out from not being able to handle the speed and power, or my fist could get crushed like this.

 

But that’s something I can improve on by practicing a lot inside the Tower!

 

If I could integrate this technique into my entire body, I might be able to continuously maintain a speed that could keep up with Jay’s movements, although my joints would hurt a bit.

 

“…Let’s go to the infirmary first. You guys look like you’re in a lot of pain.”

 

“Y, yes. I think my arm is broken. By any chance, Luna… Were you angry because I told you not to call anyone?”

 

“Control error.”

 

Why hasn’t this great technique been recorded in history? Why couldn’t others come up with this idea, and why was it only the genius girl of the Academy who could suddenly create it?

 

It’s not that they couldn’t do it, but that they didn’t. There’s a reason for every action that people don’t take.

 

It’s a technique that causes an explosion inside the body. Of course it’s dangerous. Even if you have thirty lives and ten priests by your side, it’s unstable enough to leave aftereffects. That’s why they didn’t do it.

 

However, thanks to the special nature of the Tower of Trials, Luna’s talent, and──

 

“What do these crazy kids think the human body is…?! Hey, hey, Cheonma! Quickly, make that thing, that thing usable for humans! I’m going to catch that kid!”

 

Thanks to the crazy wizard who was depressed by the use of magic power and secretly gave Luna ideas on how to increase its stability by using AI, it was able to be born.

 

Luna called it Explosive Dispersion.