Transmigrated As The Final Villain of a Death Game-Chapter 144: Sword Training [ 3 ]

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

"..."

"Keep going, I think you made a dent this time," Eric said, cheering me on.

Though I didn’t feel very cheerful.

If anything, I wanted nothing more than to run away.

Three days straight of just slashing at a wall, feeling my arms go numb from the vibrations, and then so on and so forth.

Progress-wise? I didn’t make any progress.

But even if it was stupid, I did feel that my body got a tad bit sturdier.

And so, for the first time in three days, I decided to strike the wall with some actual force, just to test the ropes.

Yet what I definitely didn’t expect was for the half-decent downward slash to cleave into the wall, creating several small cracks as a couple-meter-wide opening suddenly formed in front of me.

CRAAAAAACK!

Startled, I brought my wooden sword back, fully expecting it to be broken after that.

But it was unscathed.

Actually, there wasn’t even a scratch on it.

I inspected the sword more thoroughly, then went over to the gash I made, running my finger through it, and then stepping back in shock.

Are these wooden swords made out of Clorafite or something?

"Oh wow, you actually did it."

I turned to Eric.

"What was that?"

A mysterious smile appeared on his face.

"My sister always said swordsmanship and Gifts were the same. I never tested it, because my big sis doesn’t let me practice swordsmanship, but..."

His smile widened.

"Big sis said you need imagination and picture... something, for both of them. A good swordsman can infuse their intent into their sword, kind of like when using a Gift."

I was a little puzzled why she wouldn’t let him practice swordsmanship, but aside from that, I guessed he was talking about picturization.

Although I didn’t do it and just used my imagination for everything, I could somewhat understand what he was going on about.

Though, because it sounded like he was just reciting words without really getting what they meant, I felt like there was much more than what he was telling me.

But I would need to wait for Aliyah to come back to figure out what Eric wasn’t telling me.

"So infusing intent into a sword makes it Sword Intent? So because I wanted to slash that wall, and because you told me to avoid breaking my sword, that happened?"

"Um."

Eric nodded at me.

"The more you practice your Sword Intent, the stronger it’ll get, and the more you’ll be able to do."

Interesting...

With those thoughts, I decided to grasp the wooden sword and try again.

I envisioned myself slicing the wall and forming a large gash, without forgetting to make sure the wooden sword was still intact.

Then, once I was ready, I slashed down with all my might, slicing through the stone as though it was butter and leaving yet another gash, just this one was several times deeper than the last.

And once again, staring at the wooden sword that didn’t even have a bit of my energy inside it being able to do something like this was... astonishing.

Without meaning to, I did it again, then again... and again.

The sun set, rose, and set again multiple times, and only when my sword slashed nothing but air did I finally snap out of it, realizing what had just happened.

There was no longer a wall in front of me, only an extremely slim gap from the tip of my sword, all the way through to the other side.

Seeing the sight of the clouds, I took a few steps back, my mind blanking at the sight.

Did I really do that...?

Me?

Without any energy?

From a bit further back, it did seem like I missed a couple of times and struck the stone around the hole I made, forming countless several-inch slash marks.

Much like the slash marks I saw when I first entered this place, right before being ambushed by the slave traders.

"..."

Wow.

"It seems like you’re out of it now. You made some decent progress too."

Turning to the feminine voice, I spotted Aliyah, who was on a rock, eating a sandwich.

"This Sword Intent stuff is pretty interesting," I remarked.

"Of course it is. It’s the fundamental force behind Aura Manifestation."

Aura Manifestation?

"As in that other type of energy that you only use for weapons you’re really good at?"

Her brow twitched.

"That’s a really vague way of explaining it, but sure. Once you’re good enough, your intent will develop into an Aura, and you’d be considered a Swordmaster... or something."

She took a bite out of her sandwich.

"It used to be a big deal a few decades ago, but by now, there are at least 500 Swordmasters. It’s nothing special anymore."

Only 500 people seems pretty special to me.

Still... I kind of recalled what this Aura was, since Kevin was able to manifest it in the late game and overpower his opponents considerably.

Even then, there wasn’t that much lore about this kind of stuff, so I’ll have to rely on Aliyah to explain it to me.

Aliyah pointed at my wooden sword.

"Do you have an official rank?"

Ah...

This continent had their own ways to rank people’s power rather than flat Grades.

But...

"Clementine and I aren’t from here. We are just visiting."

She shook her head.

"That’s not the answer I’m looking for. I’ll get you two a citizenship in the Western continent, and then I’ll need you two to get your ranks."

"What for? I can’t see how that would matter. We’re going to leave in two weeks anyway."

Hopping off the rock she sat on, she approached me, stopping just a few inches away.

"It took me two days to learn how to use Sword Intent."

"I was trained by the best to be the best. I had someone guiding me through all my training, and you..."

Aliyah narrowed her eyes.

"Without any instructions or the right environment, you learned how to use Sword Intent in just three days. I can’t just let you go now, since you’ll get yourself killed."

I paused for a moment.

It sounded to me like she finally took an interest in me.

And if that’s the case...

"So you’ll take me as your disciple?"

"..."

"Tell me one thing before I give you my answer. Who are you? And I’m talking about your real identity, and not this disguised appearance you got going. Tell me everything."