The World-Class Extra’s Walkthrough - Chapter 133

Episode 133

: The Problem of Swordsmanship

Osorma Tanik.

‘Assault leader of the Eastern Shield Knights.’

The knight holding a heavy shield was giving me a strange look, as if to prove his affiliation.

“Are you sure you won against Vice-Captain Firdin?”

“That’s why this quick-witted little boy is….”

“Yes?”

Osorma was now looking around with very suspicious eyes.

The intention was to find out what kind of trap Salet Firdin had gotten caught up in and disappeared in a scream.

“…I’m not dead.”

I sighed deeply.

“Sir Firdin didn’t even hurt a finger and he’s eating a snack in the loser’s room over there. So, uncle, can you stop looking around and pull out a knife?”

But Osorma Tanik was looking nearby no matter what I said.

It was his will to see the scene with his own eyes.

“….”

On the soft dirt floor, footprints were tangled as if they were traces of a past fight.

Osorma looks at it closely.

I knew very well what he was doing now.

‘Would you like to read the traces using your clue investigation skills?’

It didn’t matter anyway.

Because it was true that I said that Salet Firddin didn’t have a single finger hurt.

In fact, all the knights who fought against me were like that.

“…okay.”

Eventually, Osorma finished checking and slowly nodded.

“All right. “Then let’s get started.”

He slowly drew his sword and aimed it carefully at me.

“Yes, that’s right.”

As I faced Osorma’s sword, I began to think about my sword.

The impression I felt while fighting Salet Firddin earlier was twofold.

Of course, I was happy to defeat a strong opponent…

but I was also embarrassed before that.

‘I won so easily.’

Salet Firdin was the vice-captain of the Northern Mountain Knights and a veteran knight who had reached the level of eight stars.

Even though she couldn’t use her magical powers right away, she was a female warrior who was skilled in so-called sword fighting.

But I defeated her without much difficulty.

‘I thought I would struggle a bit when dealing with the last four people.’

Salet’s sword was broken in vain, and the other strategies I had prepared were useless.

That was the first defeat of these Four Heavenly Kings(?).

…Was Salet Firddin unexpectedly weak?

It wasn’t.

‘I suddenly became stronger.’

Perhaps it was Gilad Gordin watching my fight in the dark.

Thanks to him suddenly appearing and criticizing my swordsmanship.

Manewoo swordsmanship has grown tremendously, and I have also been able to gain some important insights about swordsmanship.

So I was able to defeat Salet without difficulty.

“….”

I was suspicious of that.

‘You can become that strong in an instant?’

Gilad Gordin’s teachings were neither a buff for the Archmage nor a blessing from God.

To put it roughly, it was just ‘nagging’.

And in this game called < Shin Verse > that I know of, there has never been a case where the player became stronger by nagging.

Either be thoroughly prepared for the fight.

Carrying a powerful halo on your back.

Either you’re extremely lucky or you’re lucky.

‘…Or maybe he’s just strong to begin with.’

You had to have something for sure to be able to destroy your opponent like that.

I don’t know what Eve’s < New World > is like, but anyway, my < New World > was that kind of game.

So, I was making various guesses in my head.

‘What is it? Gilad Gordin has definitely made a difference in me.’

As a result of Captain Gordin’s teachings, my mastery of the manatee sword technique increased significantly.

But this alone could not explain the growth.

For that reason, I was clearly guessing that something else had changed.

Some growth that the system didn’t tell me as a player.

No, maybe.

‘…the kind of growth that the system cannot express!’

Could there be something like that?

“….”

From now on, I was planning to explore that point through the confrontation with Osorma.

Next moment.

Shuuuuuk!

The assault leader rushed towards me like a flash of light.

It was a rush with such incredible speed that it made me question whether it was truly not using magic power.

It’s already too late to dodge, so it would be better to dodge it diagonally.

But I took Osorma’s charge head on.

[Defense technique: Sword type 2]

Boom!

The two swords collided and my forearm, which had received the full impact, felt tingly.

But I did not back down and endured the struggle.

Kwakagagak!

The blades rubbed together, making a horrifying sound.

It was like the screams of two balanced forces side by side.

But Osorma didn’t like it and growled at me with its molars clenched.

“…What are you doing now?”

A fierce spirit was radiating from the gaze glaring at me.

But I too was glaring at him with my molars full.

“What are you doing? As you can see, they are fighting, right? “Do you think this looks like a house game?”

Then Osorma gritted his teeth and took a step back in an instant.

Just like before, it moved quickly and energetically, widening the distance from me like a mountain animal.

And he opened his mouth.

“It may be presumptuous to say this, but that’s not what fighting is about.”

Osorma, who had raised his shield, looked at me with an angry expression.

“Fighting is a process of proof where you bring out everything you have and pour it out. “But now you are not doing that.”

“….”

“Use your mana. What I am saying is to fight with everything you have. “That’s the fight.”

It was true.

As Osorma just said, I fought him without using mana.

His charge was blocked using only the sword power and footwork of the Manewoo Sword Technique.

In fact, Osorma Tanik’s main technique was called ‘Ronhardt Swordsmanship’, which falls into the same category of quick swordsmanship as the Manatee Swordsmanship.

Although it is not S-level like the Manatee Sword, Ronhardt’s Sword is also an advanced quick sword technique that belongs to the A-level…

For me, the best response was to take out the Frontier and deal with it.

But I didn’t.

“….”

I gave up the advantages of magic and swordsmanship and joined Osorma Tanik on equal footing.

I responded to him.

“A fight is a fight. “You don’t need to pull out everything you have, and especially you don’t need to hear that from the other person.”

“…!”

“That’s what I know about fighting.”

what? What proof process?

“The fighting that Sir Tanik knows is so romantic… Do you think life as a Knight of the Shield would be worth it?”

Then Osorma’s expression became slightly distorted.

“Are you mocking me now?”

I chuckled.

“If you want to hear it that way, it will sound like that. But it’s not ridicule, it’s actually admonishment.”

“…Discipline?”

“Yeah, don’t put any strange meaning into the fight. “That kind of thing has no use at all, right?”

“That it has no meaning…?”

“Literally just shut up and let’s fight. Don’t flutter your snout. “Unless you want to fight with words.”

“…!”

And as I raised the Heviod, Osorma also pointed his knight’s sword at me.

Judging by their attention, it seemed that this time they were planning to launch checks step by step, rather than charging in a straight line.

But the way Osorma looked at me was a little strange.

“Honestly, the situation has changed so much that I can’t get used to it at all. “You’re so different than you were three years ago.”

“…The Lord remembers me?”

“of course. Three years ago, you competed with me in a hunting competition hosted by His Majesty the Emperor. “He died without fighting at that time.”

I didn’t reply.

There must be countless knights of the empire who remember the old Gilroshan.

And there were exactly that number of people who treated me while remembering his weakness.

But I didn’t care.

‘Either it or not.’

Rather, I wanted to focus on my problems.

…Swordsmanship.

I felt like I would know something if we bumped into each other one more time.

And this time it was my turn to take the lead.

[Movement skill: Sumbo]

[Attack skill: Sword type 4]

Again, no magic power is used this time.

I just try to create the ideal sword shape as much as possible by following the form and formula of the manatee sword method.

Ssssssssssseu!

“…!”

As the blade I swung rushed towards me, creating a huge gale, Osorma’s mighty sword moved frantically to block it.

A battle between quick swords and quick swords!

However, Osorma’s Ronhardt quick sword technique felt hasty rather than quick.

If I lightly hit him downwards, he would come down with difficulty and block him…

‘If I hit him upside down, he would force himself to crawl up and block me.’

This was a victory for my swordsmanship without any further measurement.

And I was feeling an indescribable feeling during the process.

‘… Take a more comfortable stance and fight as your instincts guide you.’

In summary, that was Gilad Gordin’s teaching.

But what I feel now is a far cry from his teachings.

Clearly, I was now using the manatee sword technique I had learned through the skill tree.

As was done in the original game, the movement path was created according to the pouring ‘hit boxes’.

These translucent panels that gave me directions were guidelines that informed the player of the conditions for activating combat skills.

But….

‘No, this place is wrong. ‘This is not it.’

Even I was confused and sometimes I just ignored those hit boxes.

And then I moved my body to a place where there was no hit box.

Why ignore the system?

…Because I knew that.

‘This is the better route. This is how it should be done here.’

I simply knew that the path presented to me by the system was not the complete answer.

It’s like driving a car and sometimes ignoring the directions given by the navigation system.

I felt like I was taking a shortcut that only I knew about.

‘Is this instinct?’

It was something else.

I’m sorry Captain Gordin, but this wasn’t my instinct.

Rather, it was closer to a voice.

There was an unheard voice there commanding me to do this and not that.

…What the hell is this?

I don’t even know how long it has been there.

Maybe it had been with me from the moment I fell into this world.

‘It’s just that I haven’t been able to properly recognize its existence until now.’

I may have realized its existence belatedly when I started thinking about my instincts after hearing Gilad Gordin’s story.

‘…there’s something inside me.’

Even as it reached its chilling conclusion, the fight continued.

I swung the sword with my molars clenched.

‘What is the identity of this command?’

…no way? if?

‘Does the real Gilroshan’s vengeful spirit, who lost his body to me and disappeared, remain somewhere?’

The moment when the hair stood on end.

“Oops!”

A burning pain penetrated my shoulder.

When I came to, Osorma’s sword had cut my shoulder deeply.

Red blood was dripping down his blade.

But I was in a state of shock much greater than my pain.

“Damn it! How dare you!”

Carl’s low scream erupts.

“Do not pull out your Giloshan sword and stand back for a moment.”

“Master Su…”

Tyrvaen, who had been watching, hurriedly ran over and started casting healing magic.

That wasn’t treatment for me.

“Keuukeuuk.”

…Osorma Tanik.

The knight who had been fighting with me just now was gushing blood foam from between his lips.

It was the result of the Hebiod that I had fired without realizing it, piercing his abdomen.

“….”

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