Wonder wins in wins, no wonder loses in loses.
There is a definite reason for defeat. You defeat yourself because you have a handicap.
But if you win, that's fine, because you're wrong. No, that's what's wrong.
I managed to win, so I'm right. That's a mistake.
Just because you win doesn't mean that's a hundred-point win.
Of course there can be no such thing as a hundred-point victory and we should not aim for it, but reflections must always be explored.
And reflection is ultimately your preference.
To be clear, you attack inside a martial artist by yourself in the first place, which is wrong in itself.
Despite mastering heavenly and earth law, it is also wrong to attack without preparing for it.
First of all, it is wrong to go voluntarily, even though we have not examined it downwards without any need whatsoever.
With regard to these, two thousand years have passed without any improvement.
Rather, it is even worse because the standard equipment has become a wooden knife and no longer prepares for carrots, peaches, etc.
Preparation for battle, in the sense that Swivok is greatly degraded.
But on the other hand, the insight, imagination, attention and alertness shown when confronted are bouncing.
flushing, aesthetics, and thought. By them, Swivok was drawing and making the ideal swordsman come true.
That's mountain water, but that's about two thousand years from now.
"... won"
"Uhm, you win!
No one lives an enemy who has teeth against himself.
If that's not a victory, what is it?
"I won."
"Um, it's a boulder!
Stick to the result of victory, to victory.
by means contrary to fashion, but still a victory.
So it's not wrong. So you should be right.
Obsession with the strongest misleads the right perception of self.
'This time the opponent was stuck at first sight... but even if the same enemy appears next, he can do whatever he wants!
"Oh, oh..."
Nor is that a mistake.
Certainly experience is something like that.
I can't help but be confused by the first person I see, and I can't choose the right answer.
So I have no choice, I've already defeated him, and I know how to attack him.
So this is fine. Swibbock had managed to deceive me.
Two thousand years later, Mountain Water has defeated the little daughters in the tempera without risk, including inferring from their garments and coming clothes, and vicious possessions.
In other words, this is proof that Swivok in this era thought 'this is fine' but also thought 'this shouldn't be'.
You can win. Victory is the premise, and if you let it happen, everything is right.
That's true, the way you look at things is right.
At least, if you lose and die, there's no next time.
"... Eckezacks. I've ruined this place a lot, so I'm going to fix it."
"Uhm, right......"
"Then... let's build a company"
'Oh, if that's what you want to do, then so be it! You were good at building a company!
Do you die wrong, or do you notice a mistake and return to the right path?
That's what immortal life is all about.
In the next five hundred years, Swibok will set himself apart from Eckezax in search of his mistakes.
Yet another thousand years later, Swivok realizes his mistake and admits that he really wanted to do it.
One thousand and five hundred years of wandering, realizing that the triumphant track record is not what I really wanted to do.
Two thousand years after this era, with his struggle with Fuukei, he settles his life for real.
That's after two thousand years.
"Hey, Eckezacks"
"What is it, my Lord?"
"If you hadn't... you wouldn't have won"
"So, would it?!
Later, I will encounter the same Eight Divine Treasures and their users as Eckezax...
That's another story, too.
"Or maybe my presence was to protect him from dying until he realized his mistake."
I want the strongest sword.
The strongest swordsman deserves the strongest sword.
The most powerful sword Eckezax still thinks so.
That's her existential significance, so I can't help it.
But Suibok got away from it.
Seeking the strongest sword, he obtained the strongest sword and was recognized by the strongest sword.
The strongest sword, indeed, was the strongest. That's enough to beat any enemy.
That's why I threw it away. You can be the strongest without the strongest sword, to be such a swordsman.
"Well, I've talked this far for quite a reason. About the dragon."
It was about being unrealistic.
Seriously, Eckezax himself, because I use festivals.
"I was comparable to a feathered dragon then"
"... Huh?
"Of course, with me, relative to a dragon, my restrictions will be lifted. But without it, I was equal to a dragon then"
If you take swimbok as 100 when it runs wild, the feathered dragon says it's another 100.
Hearing that, the faces in the tempera, and the offerings, were completely bloody.
"I don't know how many hundreds there are. This time, that's the war."
Oseo finally had a full-fledged war at his disposal.
In keeping with that, the dragons were to finally appear before the Oseos, including the king.
Honestly, I had never seen a real dragon before, so I was wondering if it might not be real. Nevertheless, everyone couldn't speak because they thought it was a bad idea to rush weirdly.
[Until now, I'm sorry]
You were guessing that, Arazome, the Lesser Dragon, was apologizing.
Anyway, I self-declared that I had no power as a real dragon, but I didn't give a decent dragon to the negotiator.
[Thus, the real dragon didn't show up until the last time, so I can't help but be suspicious]
"So can you tell us why too?
[Yeah, we're going to show some sincerity towards you, too]
Only, so far, though.
But Oseo and the monsters of the old world are in a full cooperative relationship.
It was miraculous and something to be thankful for, even if it was because there was no aftermath on either side.
[First of all, how could we come from the Mother World to this land? This is because the human tree, the species that houses the trees, gave itself up and became a ship.]
"Does that mean... willing tree,?
[Exactly. Their long-lived species used themselves as materials to make ships to other long-lived people...]
It was a spectacular story.
If it hadn't been for about that, I probably wouldn't have come here from a far world.
But there is something unimaginable about offering yourself.
"We have seen quite a few of you, how many sacrifices..."
[Everything. All the long-lived species born during 10,000 years lumbered themselves. They've been feeling the end of the stars. And with the death of the stars, we also ended ourselves]
Life, to the stars.
The body is to send its compatriots to a new world.
of a long-lasting species, a magnificent and great sacrifice.
Hearing that, humans could not help but have respect for the long-lived species offered as the 'Human Tree', which they had never seen.
[And they're not the only ones left on the stars (...). The 10,000-year-old turtles, who lived in the essence of life and could see the future, still embraced the star's end. They were adjusting their population, so just one old turtle had a life expectancy]
However distant the present has been for 10,000 years, but it is an inevitable future.
I guess that's despair that can be shared across the species.
If man triumphs, he will remain undamaged and persecuted.
If the dragon wins, he'll be at peace for 10,000 years.
The tortoises who chose the latter had chosen a gentle extinction and had given up their seats to other races.
[How many minutes, the size of the ship was limited. No matter how small the total number of species that had survived, it was not something that could be listed. That's why...... the true dragon also stayed again. Your body was too big to get on the ship]
"... does that mean that only non-warring dragons have come to this world?
[No, it's not. It means dragons that have not been feathered, that live in a hegemony but are not adults]
I don't know how many and how big ships are using the man-made tree and the dots.
But an adult dragon may be bigger than the ship itself if it does poorly.
Because I'm convinced he stayed.
"Kid, you mean?
[You're half right. I'm not an adult, if that means]
……
[If a human dwells in a hegemony, it will be a giant figure until it runs out. But not in the case of dragons. Once you use hegemony to become an adult, it stays the same until you die]
I see, that's easy to understand.
I would say dragons or insects, but that would mean just the need for feathering.
[Rude story, even if you were born hosting a hegemony, the dragon can't tell you from the Lesser Dragon until it's feathered]
"I see, then you won't oppress any other race..."
[Exactly, I wish I could say...... Regardless of lesser dragons like me, normal dragons are very temperamental. Racially, rather than by education......]
"No, no, that's the same for humans... No, if it comes with strength, it's natural."
A dragon child looks down at the other species. The dragon's parents teach him that.
That would be the same consciousness that humans have as superiors, directed toward livestock.
Too obvious to blame at all.
"I see, because the dragon hosting the hegemony has a high temper, he said he could not negotiate with the human spirit..."
I guess that's why Arazome, the Lesser Dragon, who doesn't host a hegemony as a compromise, has been sent in as a negotiator.
I don't feel very good, but if the whole dragon is the king of another race, it's a convincing story.
[That, too, is half. The dragon that hosts the hegemony is so ashamed to expose its... pre-feathered appearance, the same appearance as the Lesser Dragon, to other races]
If so, is it like putting diapers on the table?
That's why I'm convinced.
"Keeping that story going means..."
[Yeah, the battle that betrayed our fate is about to begin. A feathered dragon launches an attack in conjunction with an army that has already infiltrated the Arcana kingdom. That would be... a journey you won't return to]
"So much so that it hurts not to be able to secure the Divine Treasure... sorry"
[No, that's not all. To be clear, the dragons participating in this operation...]
[I want to go wild and die just like that. I can't stand living with Ningen, etc.]
A monster the same size as a human being, with his body softly hidden in cloth.
That they appeared out of line. That number was about five hundred.
All I can hear is my voice, but from that voice, I'm angry and ashamed, and the throwaway pot conveys.
[This is...]
[Greetings are good, Alazome. We just go out and scatter.]
The dragon's ancestors prided themselves as greater than God, and lost God's love by expelling a man who had gained protection from that God. As a result, the old world perished.
You can't repeat that stupidity in this world.
In this world, dragons have to live on their own.
But that means living on par with livestock in human senses.
I guess that's unbearable for them to be properly educated.
[And king of Ningen. Very nasty... but I'll admit you guys]
"Thank you..."
[Yeah, shut up! Anyway, shut up and take it! The future of our dragon!
Other monsters of the old world have carried many boxes with respect.
They were decorated and made to predict that the treasure was packed.
But the future, I don't know.
[... Dragons raised by dragons, their history separates here. Pride as a champion is useless in the times to come]
But if you say so, what's in that box?
Humans will understand.
Even their readiness.
[I took it from our fathers, I asked for my sisters]
The future of dragons (eggs), which would be packed in boxes.
Leave it, they were about to fly.
To fulfill my last responsibility as a great creature, which has followed other races.