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If there were a million swordsmen in the world, then there were a million styles of swordsmanship. In a way, swordsmanship was like a hairstyle. Even if people went to salons to get trendy hairstyles, the results would always differ depending on the shape of their head, the condition of their hair, and the length.
It was the same with swordsmanship. Even when learning the same technique, depending on the swordsman’s physique, personality, and understanding of the sword, it could feel entirely different to their opponent.
Then what about me?
Kai asked himself that question for the first time. To him, swordsmanship had merely been a tool. He needed to hunt monsters to level up, and to do that, he needed to wield a sword. In short, swordsmanship was just a means to level up.
But that was all in the past. His sword had slain monsters. His sword had rescued NPCs. His sword had even gone on to protect those he had rescued. The reasons for taking up the sword had grown.
The reason I wield a sword.
What conviction did he want to place in his sword? For Bach, it was the Ironblood. For Patrick, it was finishing...
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