Following the end of that mory, Griar was finally brought back to the hall of the pseudo-realm. There, he t the foggy figure once more.
"Oh, I certainly do hope that it did not feel too unpleasant to take part in this particular set of mories, did it? At the very least, you should have gained a certain understanding from it all" said the man.
"An understanding of what? Of the fact that Loimos is literally unbeatable, inescapable, and invincible? I don't think I learned that much…" responded Griar. He hadn't seen Loimos actually do anything of note. The skeleton had rely been killing his prey in most mundane manners. There wasn't even a lick of magic, no traces of ways of power, not even special martial arts.
It was all chillingly calculated, but at the end of the day, the undead had rely used pure violence and tactics that basically anyone could employ. There had been nothing groundbreaking.
"You'll get it eventually, don't worry about it… More importantly, why don't you open the next door?"
"I just got killed a dozen tis in quick succession, I don't know if I am in a good state for another mory, to be honest…"
"Is that so? But it is starting from here that the real utility of this realm will reveal itself"
"I feel like you are baiting "
"I would never dare to do sothing like this. I never lie"
Griar sighed, looking at the misty figure for a few monts before shaking his head.
"Very well…"
He pushed open his third door since arriving in the pseudo-realm, and instantly, he was transported to a new mory. He found himself sitting in a manner that he had only ever seen but never practised himself…
A sort of kneeling position with his legs folded directly beneath him, the tops of his feet lying flat against the ground, whilst his back was straight, and his hands rested upon his thighs.
He had seen this posture a handful of tis when passing by the quartet, and indeed, the attire of the person he was currently controlling within this mory was dressed in the sa fashion as well.
Griar believed that they called it a 'Tochian Style', in reference to Tochi, a nation that existed in the past before being conquered by the undead, like many others. It was the place that the master who had taught the quartet in the ways of battle arts had co from.
In general, Tochi had apparently been a country reputed for its mastery and dedication to this particular way of power.
Griar had been told about a few battle arts, as it wasn't uncommon for people to know a little bit about it nowadays, but he had never truly grasped how to go about it. As such, his skillset had remained fairly typical.
In sum, he was a mage. One with martial arts training and who fought typically in close quarters, but a spell caster nonetheless, as he focused on mana manipulation.
But right now, within this mory, he found himself in the body of an elite of Tochi. He was piloting the body of an old man who had dedicated his entire life to learning about wielding a sword and to the comprehension of his very own, handcrafted battle art.
That knowledge was seeping into Griar's very own mind at this very mont.
It seed like the hazy figure had not been lying. Until now, Griar had been taking over the bodies of rather mundane people whose knowledge did not actually offer much of anything new for him, but that was imdiately changed with this mory.
'This… This old man feels a bit familiar sohow…'
The elder's na did not ring any bells, but his appearance and unique battle art definitely gave Griar a sense of deja vu.
The battle art was simple, but powerful nonetheless. It allowed him to manifest and launch slashes and other attacks made from a sort of white light. What was more impressive was the sheer ease with which this could be done.
This man had wielded and perfected this battle art over the course of his entire life, so much so that at this point, he had basically reduced or eliminated many conditions from the art itself, replacing them with conditions based on his many years of training.
So he could manifest the white light at basically every single one of his swings. It was an impressive mastery of this way of power, but of course, it might seem a little lacklustre as the white light wasn't exactly flexible in how it could be used.
It gave the impression of a mage who spent a lifeti perfecting a single, precise spell rather than diversifying his spellcasting portfolio…
But that was sothing everybody knew about battle arts. Only those with great natural talent in this way of power could truly elevate it to a superior level. Those without this talent would most often struggle.
However, there was sothing unique about battle arts that attracted many, even in spite of that, and that was the fact that a battle art could be created and then taught to others.
So theoretically, even the untalented could learn several powerful arts. Such arts could hardly be modified or enhanced, but it did not matter. The skill and talent ceiling required to learn the arts made by others was far lower, which ant that entire armies of soldiers could be taught several battle arts efficiently.
Though Tochi was still best rembered by its individual warriors, who strived to create their own unique battle arts perfectly suited to their own usage, and apparently, the strong warriors of Tochi were greatly respected.
It was to the point that the master of the quartet had even openly praised one of such ancient warriors who had beco a pawn of the undead…
Griar looked down at the firm, yet wrinkled palms of this body.
The white light, the appearance… It matched that of a fighting spirit Antieeld often summoned. Had this man been a part of the resistance against the undead at so point?
"Spacing out at your age, Ohrn?" Griar was suddenly addressed by what was probably the cutest voice he had ever heard in his entire life.
And he turned his head to be t by what was, without a doubt, the cutest sight of his life imdiately after.
'Holy–Is this her?!' Griar was t with a short figure with snow-like white hair, pale blue eyes, fuzzy white eyebrows reminiscent of so moths, and dressed in an overly ample blue attire traditional of Tochi.
Her appearance was so unique and distinct that it was basically impossible for him not to recognise her, despite the fact that he had never t this woman in his life. Lady Syklon, Storm Of Blade, considered to be the greatest and most influential user of battle arts to have ever lived.
She was sothing of a legend, especially since four of her disciples had made it to today, and although the quartet seed like a silly bunch most of the ti, they greatly respected their master and did spare any praise they could give her.
And now, Griar was eting her in person.
As he had been told, she was an incredibly short, adorable woman. Her features were so soft that it almost felt criminal to look at her without express permission, almost like she was a priceless piece of art that had sohow walked out of the museum.
Frankly, it almost felt abnormal just how srising she was. It made Griar wonder if she had used battle arts to beco like this… But probably not, the quartet often ntioned that Lady Syklon wasn't the biggest fan of her own petite stature, often saying that she would have preferred to be at least of average size, as it would have been of trendous help.
Naturally, being a swordswoman with such a small height ant that basically all of your opponents had a longer reach than you did. The early days of her training must have been pretty rough.
Griar did his best impression of the old man he was currently controlling, realising that the elder was actually a disciple of sorts to Lady Syklon. Or at least, Ohrn had beco one of her followers in hopes of even glimpsing a minuscule fragnt of her talent.
It might sound excessive, but apparently, her mastery of battle arts was viewed as godlike by other practitioners, and with the high pedestal battle arts being placed on in Tochi to begin with, it wouldn't be incorrect to imagine that so people quite literally worshipped the ground she walked on in the faint hopes of having even an ounce of her genius.
Ohrn wasn't so insane, but he definitely felt that he could learn much by simply being around Lady Syklon.
Griar had no idea when this mory was set, and if Loimos was going to show up like the previous tis, but he certainly felt safer in the body of an old veteran and with a master nearby…
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