"My friend, my brother, Fuukei... what did I want to slash with this sword"
I was lost.
It was a process of building oneself up and trying to shake off the stray.
It was a passing place and the effort and time to produce this move was pointless.
It was futile, this move is not worth it.
But it makes sense. At least, Swibbock had come to an answer. If we were to identify it as a crossing point, it would have made sense.
"I tried to create a sword that could cut anything, and as a result I came to this move. But what's the point of this sword?
It kept the thundercloud in the shape of a sword.
Ironically, it is shaped like a wooden knife made by Suibok, with no thin blade and no violin.
That is, a frontier that just simply concentrated a tremendous amount of power at one point.
I can only shake it once, only a blow dedicated to 'Sword to Slash Everything'.
"With this sword, I'm going to slay you. Probably could be slaughtered by anyone else. Um... except for him, who was called Shun"
It was a childlike idea, in a way it was me no different than when I sought Eckezax.
Dependence on the form of a 'sword' that divided Eckezaks from a 'and still could not be abandoned.
My immaturity tied to an object called a sword, not sword art.
"No matter how much you strengthen Vajra, how much flesh you strengthen, how much armor you consolidate yourself with, this one wave (one pretend) cuts everything off"
I could kill any guy, I wanted the strongest sword.
When I admitted it was shallow, when I came in recognition that it was a past process, Swivok was able to reach further heights.
"So, do you think I'm amazing?
During Suibok's 4,000-year-old lifetime, he met and opened his eyes to every kind of surgical logic. Among other things, this technique is nothing short of the strongest blow.
And Swivok's answer is that he broke that it was only a 'forgotten cattle depository'.
What is the strongest? Seeking the strongest, asking the strongest, looking for the strongest, abandoning the strongest, drawing the strongest, doubting the strongest, the strongest, the man who can get to what he really wanted to do, faces the sins of the past.
"Do you think you can entrust this technique to your disciples?
Move to the sidelines.
It was not a mid-stage structure or an upper-level structure, but a structure to hide oneself while halfway through.
"How do you think the disciples entrusted with this technique will fight? I go to the sea and lake once in a while to create and condense clouds. On top of that, take shape like this and just cut everything apart once. You think that's a swordsman?
I was an idiot. Swibbock admits naked.
There's no way this stuff is the strongest.
There's no way such a dumb ass is the strongest swordsman I've ever sought.
"If I wave this sword once and then get attacked, I'll have to run away. If you learn this sword, you won't get swordsmanship or anything. This is just in the form of a sword, not a sword. Just like Eckezaks didn't spear Vajra."
The sky cleared. Alternatively, it is cut off.
The time limit now was night. Stars shine in heaven, lighting the earth calmly.
The dark clouds that overlapped the distortions have passed, the lid covering this country is held in the hands of one man.
"There is no end to training. If, at the time of this sword, I thought it was the end of producing a sword that could cut anything, I wouldn't be here right now."
Integrate with the terrestrial vein and continue to receive endless force.
That in itself is great, I don't think it's the result of an unusual effort.
But it was only with that that it occurred to me that the training was complete that Fuukei's limitations.
Fuukei had set her limits on her own.
"I've already shown you my arrival point. All you're going to see is where I passed. [M] It was the beginning for me to expose you... to it"
But who will be blamed for fulfilling it?
Manipulate the earth as you will, gain the immortal flesh, and release the infinite immortality.
The border is the crossing point, and it is impossible to abandon it and aim for further heights.
But Suibok was still unconvinced.
All I could think was that the frontier of creating a sword that slashed everything had just lost sight of the cow.
I didn't know what to do, so I just had to shape the moves I could come up with.
"Ink Flow Fairy Shrinkage Method Absolute, Ten Bull Diagram, Figure VIII" Human Bull Forgetting ""
And the moves that we're going to make are, in the end, abandoned moves and passing points.
"Bad Cause, Bad Cause, Bitter Cause"
It is only the most distorted and powerful form that I have misunderstood, which was in the midst of a stray.
"Sword (Tsurugi), not even until you can cross it."
And Swibok was still cursing his immaturity.
I felt sorry for myself for how much I had piled up and stacked up to really reach the height I was aiming for and still couldn't save my old friend, who had come to fruition.
"This move is the worst of my moves. What's the point of such a move?"
Fighting is the taking of life.
If so, you must not unilaterally kill by ensuring your own safety.
It is only a hit that kills you, you must remain raw.
"An inevitable fast-track attack. This move, which extremes it, does not transmit death to the target. This move is only to kill the opponent. As long as you can remember these moves, you can usually attack your sleep. This move has no battle, no competition, just a move to kill. It's a move to deny the fight, to omit it."
The frontier of losing cows and losing oneself.
The most remote frontier from the ideal, a frontier that has completely lost sight of itself.
It was the least I wanted to use. Not to mention against a benefactor who has caused scattered inconvenience in the past, such as using it. It's impossible.
"But if they tell me that not using this move is an affront to you, I can't deny it either. So I'll kill you with this move. This is really the last time. My friend, I can't even give you a word after this."
Swibbock has always been an overwhelming strong man.
No matter what the time, it was rare to force individuals to struggle against each other, often overwhelming even against the military and the state.
It was a thousand years of training in the woods that he reached the five frontiers concerning the name of enlightenment.
Then he had trained his disciples for five hundred years, but he never played a game with them either.
In other words, it was the first battle for the genuine 'Swivok Now'.
"One day, not far away, I'll go there too. Wait for me, Fuukei..."
There were no enemies to defeat, wandering over everything on earth and beyond.
Still, I got lost on my own, suffered on my own, and Suibok, who has worked out only to convince himself, doesn't really know 'who I am now'.
"Sui, me"
"Goodbye."
When he reached the absolute strength, he didn't know exactly how to behave.
"Swimbok...... you!
"Vajra... you've been doing terrible things to me."
Neither Vajra nor Fuukei were able to pronounce words.
Two people who had mastered all of the dark clouds until earlier, I knew what it meant to be uprooted.
A sword that slashes everything. Whether it kills the stars or not, it seems easy to at least cut ourselves off from this earth.
A man with it is a swimmer who doesn't even fight 'normal' to donate the others. This meant that no matter what Suibok was going to do or do anything special, he would be slaughtered and killed without any relation whatsoever.
"I'm sorry about that time, at least only you... help"
I lowered my hips.
Hold the thundercloud sword silently, as it is.
There's nothing more I can do.
The two men who fought and exposed each other to what they had arrived at, there was nothing they could do about it.
Because I was convinced of that, I decided that any further persuasion was insulting and disrespectful toppings, and Swivok was trying to do the extremes of shrinkage.
……
Fuukei had no choice but to understand. I had to recognize that I was going to die.
The power accumulated for three thousand years, but it did not reach Swivok as if. As its disappointment, it is slaughtered with all the heavens that it had grasped.
Those miserable ends of my life had disappeared from my brain.
As Kacho, his master, prophesied, Suibok couldn't afford to stop on his own and get answers on his own, or understand that he was the one who was making his answers wrong.
A disaster in the form of a sword grips me, and a disaster in the form of a person stands there.
I'm trying to use all of that power to kill myself. Before that fact, I had no choice but to be frightened as one life.
I had to protect myself, my life on my own.
At this moment, the immortal avenger was frightened as a beast who had preceded the disaster.
But there can be no escape. Maybe, like that, it's possible that Suibok put his sword away after seeing an honest response, but sadly, that option had disappeared in Fuukei's brain.
Anyway, the shrinkage that Suibok entrusted to his disciple was enough to beat himself head-on before he did the shrinkage instead of any preliminary motion.
Dodging it or killing it, running away is not a mistake.
Intercept this monster by forgiving the lead.
I couldn't imagine how difficult that was.
But still, there's no other hand.
Fuukei had also been piling up with regard to martial arts. That was where Suibok also admitted, so much so that he and his beloved disciple, except for the mountain waters, could be named Unobtrusive.
That's why I grip Vajra. I try to resist Suibok as a samurai, not as a immortal.
But it was, it was too late.
Fuukei had already closed it by his choice.
"You're lying..."
So crushed was the festival I was riding into Noah.
With his predictive abilities, he was therefore surprised before everyone else was surprised by Swivok's stunt so far.
But the moves Suibok makes were so different in 'dimensions' that what he sees so far seems like a toy or 'kooky'.
"... there's no way I can win"
I finally understood the reason why my master, Shanshui, had said that he would never win.
There's no way you can beat someone who knows this move.
Not to mention those who cut it off as a crossing point can't be defeated.
"It's over, it's over...!
Everyone riding on Noah had their eyes on a plate that they could not miss that moment.
Staring together without blinking, but it ends pointlessly.
Yes, it's over. By the time Suibok decided to kill me, it was already over.
……
From the beginning, I could do this if I wanted to.
When it came to what Suibok, who got the answer at the end of his stray, was able to do to his brother, the benefactor, it was only to hurt him pointlessly, beat him down, and kill him without his will.
Then at the very least, shouldn't I have killed him from the beginning?
It wasn't like I wouldn't regret it so much.
Fuukei is gripping Vajra so hard right now.
It is not easy to take Vajra away from him, who is also improving his grip by strengthening himself.
That's why Swibok waited. No matter how immortal and inexhaustible you are, you are not human anymore.
Festival I was waiting for that moment, as I once did when I exposed my defeat, when Fuukei's power to hold Vajra loose.
Swivok did (...), shrinkage (...).
Stuff the pause unacceptably and swing it down from the top of your head to the inseam with the sword of your right hand, taking Vajra away with your left hand.
Swivok finished (...), shrinking (...) (...).
It was done without any warning, naturally, it was a move that could not be discerned when it would happen except for the Feast Me, which had no ability to predict.
But those who were taught by the mountain waters, starting with the toon, had rightly recognized but thus understood the horrors of Swivok.
"Ahhhhhh!
The girls screamed.
The Sacred Knights and the Guardians of the Genzo cover you from the flash.
Suibok unleashed it, the blade of the thundercloud naturally sheds the same magnitude of brilliance as earlier, tearing the earth apart everywhere.
From this wasteland, the eastern end of the Arcana kingdom, to the coastline of Disuia, the western end of the Arcana kingdom, from which the slaughter, which ran further to the other side of the horizon, had disappeared with a flash of aftertaste.
All that remained to be seen was a black-burned corpse that fell, severed head-on and split into the ground, and Suibok, who had lost his sword before it, and Vajra, who was held in his hand.
"Sword (Tsurugi), not until you can cross it... this is the extremes of shrinkage..."
Festival The sight we predicted also looked familiar with instruction from the mountain waters.
Fuukei's shrinkage, or original shrinkage, was a move to disappear and move after some omen.
In contrast, the improved shrinkage of mountain water was a move without any warning and a move to attack from there.
"It's a monster..."
That's how the run was crushing.
Couldn't even cope with the shrinkage of the mountain water, she had lost her words to the shrinkage of Swivok.
It was over. Suibok, who had jumped into Fuukei's pocket by shrinkage, had already swung the sword of heaven while taking Vajra.
When the shrinkage movement was over, the shrinkage attack was over.
I can tell you that was no longer a completely different move.
"... Hey, dude. What happened?"
Masakazo could only see the flash.
But the festival, which could be perceived by prediction as a comma send, I was able to convey correctly.
"You said you attacked him during warp, or you were stopping time and attacking him"
If skipping travel time is shrinking, Swivok is running out of attack time. No, I'm even running out of combat time.
That was precisely a move that could not be resisted by those imprisoned by the dimension of time.
"Really, the dimensions are different"