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I am weak.
Far too weak.
They tell that I am strong, but I know it.
They are going easy on .
Sure I can take three of them the way they fight now.
But they are being careful not to injure .
There is a huge difference between practice and a life and death fight.
For instance, we are only doing short bouts.
This is to my advantage.
After all, beast kings are extrely resilient and endurant.
My only chance to win in real combat is to kill them expediently.
I know that I far from being able to accomplish that.
At least I am able to dodge better than before.
I can feel them.
It is hard to explain.
In the beginning, I was relying on my senses to figure out where they were attacking from.
Now I'm using my instinct.
I'm not sure how it works myself.
Perhaps I am unconsciously guessing it?
Perhaps it is related to my will becoming stronger.
The clear application is to increase the power of the sword.
I'm not sure but I believe there may be more subtle benefits.
Like a sixth sense or sothing.
*Sigh*
I really wish the master that carved this tree was here.
He must have been so incredible personage.
Sohow, he managed to do it so cleanly.
Whenever I try doing the sa, I realize that I leave traces.
The only way this is possible is if this master has perfect control.
Using 100% of his energy for the slash.
None wasted.
Whenever I think about that I get extrely excited.
It feels as if I have seen the door to an entirely new world.
One that I am nowhere near reaching.
Yet just the remnants, the scraps, are enough to transform .
From a weakling to I'm still weak actually.
It's just that before I didn't know how ignorant I was.
This opportunity is all thanks to the sectmaster.
The beasts here are his subordinates.
Honestly, I am not sure if he is human anymore.
Looking at how the creatures act talking about him
He is definitely so transford beast ancestor.
Still, it doesn't matter.
My allegiance will go to the sect.
I will have to find the unknown sword master at so point.
He has unknowingly been a teacher to .
I simply hope it wasn't so sort of secret art.
It is too late to worry about it either way.
Enough thinking.
I address my protectors.
"Let's train so more!"
So of them are complaining.
About the effort it requires.
Funny how extrely powerful creatures just want to laze all day.
Fearso creatures that can annihilate entire sects easily.
How did I convince such dignified beings to help ?
I still can't believe it myself.
Barbecue.
Simple barbecue!
I don't even have to start a fire.
The Fla Boar King will roll on the side and let us cook on him.
He doesn't seem to care much about the sll even.
Slling of barbecue should be shaful, but he likes it.
The others will also join at so point.
The first ti this happened I was shell-shocked.
By now, I am used to it.
There is sothing going on about them for sure.
The weird hype the Sectmaster has toward pies and at.
Well, they seem to share it.
One thing for sure I am never letting them taste my mom's pies.
How troubleso would it be if they got addicted?!
It would require an army to cook for them daily.
The hunting business in town would have to change to hunting and cooking.
I could picture them bullying the residents too.
Asking for daily offerings.
If I rember correctly the hunter's guild master had been looking down on our leader.
I wonder how he would react if he saw this scene.
*Sigh*
Anyway, I resu my training.
Every day I fight as much as possible.
My goal is to stay in this forest until I am able to take on all the beast kings at once.
Even the huge wolf.
This one should be related to Wolfie sohow.
It is weird realizing that the giant wolf is actually weaker than the tiny one.
Also rembering that we had a powerhouse under our roof for so long haha.
It is on such a normal training day that the mantis tells sothing.
Sothing incredible.
At first, I am grumbling about how my sword seems to be showing so damage.
Not anything big, but I can definitely feel it.
That is when he asks why I am even using a sword in the first place.
In the beginning, I think there is so sort of misunderstanding going on.
I explain to him the concept of weapons.
He simply gives a weird look.
I'm wondering if there was anything complex in that explanation of mine.
Then he starts telling a story.
About the sectmaster.
How he had beaten him a lot.
Just as I'm wondering where he is going with it...
He tells the crux of the story.
The Sectmaster was fighting with sticks.
Random ones he would pick on the ground.
The mantis doesn't understand why I don't simply do the sa while training.
That I could preserve my sword for real fights.
That is when sothing clicks in my head.
I finally understand.
That legacy I have been observing all along.
I always assud it to be done with a sword.
It probably was.
But what if it wasn't a physical one?
What if whoever did it had a sword will so powerful that?!
It would explain a lot.
I have been wrong all along.
I need to stop being dependent on my weapon.
I need to beco strong on my own.
I know exactly what I have to do.
From that point on I start training even more intensely.
Except that between every training session, I take a bit of ti to ditate.
I am trying to find my own sword.
The one that will represent .
The one I will be able to easily generate out of will only.
The one that will let show incredible prowess.
It is as much training as it is soul searching.
I ask the fox for advice.
He uses shadows as weapons.
Before long I manage to progress.
That is when I figure out a path for growth.
I need to listen to each of my companions and draw inspiration from them.
That is when I rember all the tis the sectmaster kept talking about finding one's own path.
I finally understand.
I couldn't before.
But now I can.
I need to watch, listen and learn.
Then I will show the world.
How far an unard swordman can go.
They will all get to know Zero of The Unnad God Sect.
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