Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

12.

Puck!

I felt a stinging pain in my hair. Tish, who casually grabbed her head, turns her head with a blank look. At the end of the gaze stood four boys of the same age.

"Did you see his face?"

"Hey, don't do that. What are you going to do when you're really gonna be a continental girl and get your revenge?”

"That pathetic bastard is twelve girls? Then I'll be Belleport, the hero of the apocalypse."

The boys giggled and shared the farmland.

In fact, Tish expressed his ambition when he first came here, saying, "One day, I will become a member of the Continental Divide and leave my name in the world." It's only a dark history now.

"What are you doing?"

"Go, highbrow."

Fortunately, some adult high schoolers show up. The boys took a hint and left.

I was about to sigh like that.

"It's all useless.”

Turning his head behind him, a boy of a dedicated physique looks at Tissier as if he is displeased.

"You repeat breathing and training even if you don't have talent, even if you don't feel any mana? What the hell is the point of such an effort? No, such a thing is no effort. It's just simple labor that can't get any results. Are you going to give the elders the pleasure of pretending to try that way?"

Every joint sounds like a dagger.

Tish closed the middle of the forehead.

'I'm confused.'

It is said that the Old Church is far from the secular world, but it is also a place where people live. He, who had an extreme disability as an unmanned man, was well-deserved to be ignored among his vigorous contemporaries.

Even the opponent in front of him is Bruno Geiger, a rising star who is expected to grow into the best ascendant of the Old Church. There was nothing good about it being woven in this way.

Why is he doing this all of a sudden when he's not interested? Did anyone else see me?’

Reputation has a property similar to a snowball on a snowfield. Once you start rolling in a bad direction, you get out of control. Even a thoughtless person has a bad impression on Ticier when he feels the ambiance of the dark.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Was it hit the nail on the head?"

“·········.”

To be honest with you, yes.

Tish is a war orphan.

He was swept away by the war and lost his parents before he was five years old, and he was caught off guard in the street. In the process, I have seen fighters who have mastered the law and scripture receive the awe of all. So he himself wished to be a warrior and command the world.

The reality, however, was grim.

Shortly after entering the site of the old church, it turned out that he could not handle any mana at all.

To escape from that miserable reality, Tishier clung to performing martial arts. But that's different from efforts with a clear direction. As Bruno said, it was only simple labor that no progress could be expected.

After I recalled the fact, negative emotions rose from my chest.

Bruno Geiger, this mass of talent-like boy, is a figure who walks parallel to Tishier. I'm sure you'll never understand the impatience and inferiority he has.

He turned his back without saying a word.

Bruno laughs at him.

"Ha, as expected. Your boy doesn't fit the teachings of the Old Church at all. We'll see how long that labor will last, let's see."

My heart sank in the nakedness of the sun. But nothing changes. Head back to the training room. There was nothing I could do except to repeat the ordeal and escape from reality.

And then, one day.

As usual, Tishy, who visited the training room, encountered an old man he had never seen before. This backward training room is an old-fashioned one that is rarely used by others. However, it is not too strange for anyone to visit because it has the advantage of being quiet.

The usual ordeal has begun.

It repeats meaningless breathing because it does not contain mana, and spreads meaningless wonder because it does not contain breath. It's meaningless, it's meaningless, it's all meaningless. But while repeating this pointless ache, Tishy can get away with everything that bothers him for a momentarily.

The old man, who was staring at him, opens his mouth.

"Of course. You're the geek who can't handle mana at all. It's a masterpiece in person."

"Geolmul, ··?"

It's a compliment I've never heard of in my life.

Are you being sarcastic?

I thought so, but I shake my head right away. The elders, who were led by Goryeon, were more gentle than their mischievous contemporaries. I don't know what's on my mind, but I rarely give Tish a pint myself.

asked the old man.

"Your ass, Tishy. When did you start doing this?"

"About eight years ago."

"I've routinely repeated the performance of the same intensity every day, you know. That's arbitrary, too? Have you ever skipped training?"

"I've never missed a day."

"Of course. Excellent."

The smiling old man leaves the old training camp with his hands on his back. Tishy, who tilted his head without knowing what was going on, resumed his performance.

Three years have passed since then.

The boy turned young, but nothing changed. No, there was one very unpleasant change. The ridicule sent by his classmates soon changed to pity and gaze at the star species.

'If the day comes when it gets stronger, I'll beat those bastards first.’

It was a meaningless pledge even for myself.

Suddenly, I look at Inyoung, who is in the corner. The old man, who first appeared three years ago, would often come to the training camp and watch Tishie perform.

What does he do?’

At first, I was worried about his presence, but now I can accept him as a background. The old man did nothing but observe Tissier.

The high priests or ascendants of the Old Church often show up at the main hall and teach their disciples. But that old man has never appeared in such a position. He must have retired from active service a long time ago.

It was then.

"Why do you repeat meaningless efforts?"

“···?”

Tish looked blankly at the old man. It was the first time I heard his voice since Zhou three years ago. I answered the old man's question with a light mind.

"···마력이 없다고 수행을 거를 수 있겠습니까. I'm just following the old God's teachings and doing what I have to do."

"You're lying. Even after a long time of frustration, there is clearly a deep desire in your eyes. I'm not just giving up, I'm just holding onto my shamanism with a slight grace."

“···!”

Tissier's pupils shook.

Throbbing, the old man is coming near.

"Tell me honestly. What do you want to do when you're strong?"

"It gets stronger, ··?"?"

"Yes, it is. If you could be like the Continental Circle, where would you wield that powerful power?"

Tissy mumbled and shut her mouth. It was hard to put it in a clear word.

"Speak frankly."

There was a mysterious power in the old man's voice. Tish, who hesitated, casually vented his true feelings.

Forgotten even himself.

It was a desire at the heart of the heart.

"···부귀영화를 원했습니다. I wanted to live a life surrounded by gold, silver, and jewels, all of whom I didn't like, all of whom were knocked down, in awe of the public, in beautiful triches."

"What a naked, secular desire."

It was an impure motive to the extent that the elders heard it. However, the unidentified old man only smiled.

"That's a good goal because it's easy to understand. Is there anyone else who's so simple?"

“·········.”

"Without one mana, you are incapable of achieving that dream. Before discussing the destination, it is impossible to even move forward. If you've tried all your life, you'll only be in place."

Why? I've always heard this since I came into the mountain, but the old man had a different weight. The shadow of frustration that was being driven away hangs in my mind.

asked in desperation.

"Is there really no way?"

"Yes. Nothing special about you."

The old man continues to talk.

"But because there is nothing special, paradoxically, it can be more special than anyone. This is an old church."

Tiscie looked at the old man as if possessed.

13.

Negotiations with the Sharizi Yupa ended without a hitch. In fact, I was determined to stay a few more weeks, but there were fewer fighters than I thought who knew that Apino was a fake, so I could grill it early. In time, the great empire in the southwest will have a strong ally.

It's encouraging that we're about to collide with pretty tricky opponents.

Inside the Lespinel in flight.

I looked down the window.

This is the sky over the kingdom of Miuk, just halfway between Elano and Haramadin.

"Drunken, ··"

Tissier, exhausted, was sleeping snoring. He looks quite happy. Are they having any good dreams? In his mind, Linia knocked and entered the captain's office. There are miscellaneous refreshments on the plate that I brought with me.

"It's a snack, master."

"Yes, thank you. What about the witch?"

"He's still asleep after four days."

Suddenly, I think of Mayana who had a nosebleed right after invoking the power of a double-sided mirror. I thought you were simply shocked to read some of my memories, but now that I see it, is there a fatal problem?

When she expressed doubt, Linia smiled and shook her head.

"···아뇨. 비사냐 양의 점검에 의하면, 건강에는 큰 문제가 없다고 하네요. All the other wounds were healed by Clara's healing magic, so I think she'll wake up naturally in time.”

"Is it the fusion of the spirits of Argos and Obsidiola? Then it's reliable, but we have to rule out excessive optimism."

The two-sided mirror (S+) of the heart depicts the hexagon of Unique Technology (EX). It is a tool that contains the power of the witch emperor, so you don't know what will happen when you do something wrong.

Well, you said that, but you can't deny that it's a positive situation. Basically, a three-color witch is a setting called My Face because she resembles her mother. When you're free from the brainwashing, you'll definitely be on this side like a rusted witch.

In addition, there is one thing that bothers me this time besides increasing the power.

It is about whether Mayana, who used a double-sided mirror, read my memory as a "Rae Dae-yeon reader." Personally, I have made excuses such as foresight and so on to make my colleagues understand what information preoccupation is, but I haven't told the least bit of the truth about the whims.

Iden and Clara, of course, didn't make it obvious to her closest ally, Linia, or even Chesha, who is a wife and a community of destiny.

This is because I thought that NonameC, the world's divine being, would not want to talk about the original leak. Otherwise, the genre will be transferred to meta-fiction.

But this time, I didn't arbitrarily provide information. Mayana tried to approach him first.

So I felt a strong question.

What kind of reaction will she show when she wakes up?