A Sword Reached the Sky (3)

The two major skills of the Sword King Baotolt were the Valtara’s Fighting Spirit and Heavenly Sword Diastima.

Garhan and Genovia were truly afraid of the Heavenly Sword.

Valtara’s Fighting Spirit was an amplification skill through the compression and control of the Aura.

Although they differed in form and theory, Garhan and Genovia had similar capabilities in the operation of the Force and Mana.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Sword Diastima…

“I still can’t understand what logic works behind the activation of that damn skill.”

“If you, a Magic Swordsman, don’t understand it, then how can I, a Mage?”

The spectacular illusion of the Milky Way unfolding with one swing and the result of a form of subsequent destruction.

The completed Diastima was an inevitable and unstoppable blow.

The Top Three marveled in the wonder of impossibility and asked Baotolt about the principle behind it.

And at that time, all he answered with was:

-I don’t know. I just did it.

“It was the very essence of Baotolt’s swordsmanship.”

“Yes, he communicates with his weapon, not his tongue. It was his true core.”

While recalling the old days, the two were lost in reminiscence.

* * *

Darkness unfolded, and stars shone.

Numerous rivers of stars unfolded like illusions. When he closed his eyes, the starlight didn’t disappear.

It was the ravages of galaxies from soul to soul.

Garhan screamed.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

A time longer than eternity and shorter than a moment passed.

When he came to his senses, he stood blankly, holding only the handle of his sword, Pestal.

Garhan smiled bitterly, abandoning the broken sword.

“… It’s broken again.”

He heard a loud voice.

“Was it your favorite sword? But it would have been better than a throat cut. You can buy a new sword, but you can’t get a new neck with money, can you?”

Those words came from none other than the huge Valtara warrior with the giant sword, Gigant.

The middle-aged swordsman, whose height was over 2 meters and whose whole body condensed into rock-solid muscles, seemed to have carried the word merciless into the world.

Looking up at him, Garhan smiled bitterly.

“Baotolt, if I didn’t know you well, I would have thought you are boasting.”

Garhan, who seemed to be speaking furiously, knew him deeply.

In a way, that was Baotolt’s way of expressing his embarrassment.

In essence, he wanted to say something along the lines of, ‘Was it your favorite sword? Uh, sorry, I’ll buy you a new one!’

Garhan lifted himself up.

“It was pretty expensive. Do you have any money to buy a new one for me?”

Baotolt replied bluntly.

“True warriors don’t dwell on money.”

“You mean you don’t have enough money right now?”

“When you have money to cover for your needs, then it is enough.”

“You mean you’ll pay me back from now on, so please wait a little longer?”

Genovia and Hollien, who were watching from the side, giggled.

“Isn’t that amazing?”

“There’s a strangely light-hearted conversation going on even though they are completely different from each other.”

Garhan waved his hands.

“That’s enough. Just looking at his incredible skill leaves me with a change.”

The money story was just a joke.

They were the Top Four whom the Goddesses blessed to stand at the apex of Latna and the rulers of the Three Continental Powers.

They were the ones who had the power and authority to rake gold and silver treasures in bulk upon desiring it.

‘It’s true that Baotolt doesn’t have money, though. That guy should care about finances sometimes.’

Money didn’t mean anything to him, who judged the world with a single sword.

Dusting off his body, Garhan asked, “How did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I just did.”

He had already heard this answer.

“But there’s something you’re probably feeling, right?”

After carrying Gigant on his back, Baotolt was lost in agony.

“Well, if that’s the case…”

Not only Garhan but Genovia and Hollien had their eyes shining in anticipation.

Although their fields were different from each other, there was a part in line with the ultimate state.

Maybe they could catch the first step beyond their walls!

Baotolt, who had been thinking for a long time, struggled to speak.

“A Heavenly Sword that cuts whatever it wants.”

“… What do you mean?”

Garhan had a blank look on his face.

“The ‘sword’ is the tool we created to cut down what we wanted to cut down in the first place, and the action is ‘swordsmanship,’ right?”

“That’s the goal of swordsmanship. But wielding a sword alone doesn’t slice everything. Don’t you often fail to slash what you want to slash?”

“So this is a slashing skill?”

“If there’s an enemy in the world whom I want to end…”

Baotolt smiled.

He finally found what he wanted to say.

“With the world, cut down the enemy.”

Of course, he still couldn’t understand it from the perspective of the listener.

“So, you mean an attack that transcends time and space?”

Baotolt replied with a question of his own.

“What is space and time?”

“Oh, that’s…”

For a moment, Garhan agonized and quickly concluded.

There was no wise man in the world who could teach the Valtara barbarians the concept of time and space!

‘I’m going crazy trying to reason with an ignorant man.’

But it was a great skill, so that he couldn’t ignore it.

“Did you mean a sword that cuts down the world?”

“Wrong, and right at the same time.”

Baotolt opened wide chest wide.

“The world is not my enemy. Why should I cut it when it’s not my enemy?”

And he continued confidently.

“With my world, I cut down the world of my enemies. That’s the Heavenly Sword.”

Garhan and Genovia nodded seriously.

“I see.”

“First of all, one thing is certain.”

He wouldn’t understand even if he was beaten to death.

“I know that Baotolt has found something tremendous, but the ability to explain it converges infinitely to zero, hmm.”

“What can I do? I’ll do my research.”

But Hollien seemed to have a clue.

“With my world… Interfering in the enemy’s world?

* * *

After that day, Hollien had been out for a while. And a few years later, She suddenly called her three friends.

“Help me practice my new art!”

Garhan was already the regent of the Kaldris kingdom, and Genovia succeeded to the throne of Rune, the Mado kingdom.

Baotolt was wandering around the Four Prohibited Areas, still going down the path of true warriors.

“New art?”

“You’re going to make a new unique spiritual art, aren’t you?”

“I’d be happy to help.”

Everyone was busy walking their way. Nevertheless, everyone responded to the call.

The Top Four were close friends and rivals.

If Hollien found something, they could gain a lot just by helping her.

That was her last unique spiritual art. Transcendence.

It was the supernatural ability to cross existence and nonexistence, which in another sense was simply incomprehensible.

“How the hell did you make this?”

Looking back at Genovia, Hollien grinned.

“I got a hint from the Heavenly Sword.”

Baotolt’s Diastima was the skill that cut the enemy’s world with his world.

“I still don’t know what the enemy’s world means, but I know what my world is.”

Hence, she made her world cut her.

“It’s not cutting, but it’s scraping.”

Again, Garhan and Genovia felt as dumb as an oyster.

“…”

‘What the hell is this nonsense? Are you saying that these old friends of mine have always had a hobby of asking and answering questions?’

“Hollien, even you?”

Hollien pouted at the two bewildered individuals.

“It’s not that hard to understand! Baotolt does, right?”

The magnificent muscular warrior shook his head.

“I don’t get it.”

“Huh? Even if it’s from your Heavenly Sword?”

“How can my world cut me? I don’t get it at all.”

“…”

Garhan and Genovia squinted and began to click their tongues.

“Anyway, you are geniuses.”

“Let’s just talk in our language.”

“That’s why they can’t raise their students.”

As if finding it unfair, Hollien raised her eyebrows in anger.

“Hey, if you put it that way, you’re not that different. Do you think your skill doesn’t sound like crap?”

“It’s different.”

Garhan shook his finger as if he did not dare compare.

“Your story is purely ideological and philosophical. Ours are logical skills based on solid principles.”

“Oh? So, Garhan, how are you going to explain to your disciple your Descent of Thunder God?”

“It’s not difficult.”

Garhan cleared his throat and proudly began to explain.

“Every human being knows how to determine the time and use it efficiently. Time and space are one, so if we differentiate space and converge infinitely, can’t there be one and several people in an hour? It’s a reasonable and logical enough skill to make a thunder of present and future forces.”

Hollien smiled and looked back at Genovia this time.

“Aha, I see. So, Genovia, what about your Althea Burst?”

Althea Burst.

Named after the Goddess of Light, that spell of destruction was the strongest existing magic spell of Latna, and only Genovia could use it.

She also began explaining confidently.

“Even a three-year-old child knows that when a substance reacts, it gives off energy with extinction. But this is a phenomenon beyond the control of the material world. So instead of matter, we cut the information and divide it into real and imaginary information. Althea Burst is a magic spell that reacts to both sides, energizes them, and then leads to the same phenomenon of material extinction. The matter is mass. Mass is energy. Energy is information.”

Garhan nodded.

“Look at how logical and methodical we are.”

Genovia shrugged her shoulders, too.

“Of course.”

Hollien laughed to her heart’s content.

“Is that an explanation that you think others can understand?”

“Is it our fault that the listener’s knowledge is humble?”

“It’s not our fault that they wouldn’t understand even though we explained it properly.”

“Wow, look at these brazen people.”

The three smiled at each other.

The atmosphere was so harmonious.

“As expected, I have no idea.”

Baotolt shook his head seriously with his arms folded.

“But what does it matter?”

He reached his hand behind his back, revealing his Gigant and its dull blade.

“There is only one truth in the world.”

Showing a strong determination, the giant lifted himself.

“Can I cut it or not?”

The Sword King gave the three a curious look.

“I’ll try to understand it with my sword.”

At that moment, Garhan, Genovia, and Hollien turned pale.

They knew what Baotolt’s ‘holding his sword out of the blue’ meant.

Garhan hurriedly prepared for battle.

“Let’s have a game here now?”

Genovia also quickly pulled out a staff.

“He’s excited again!”

The two gazed furiously at Hollien.

The queen of a country bowed her head.

“… Sorry, I’m sorry.”

For the time being, the ‘excited’ Baotolt could not be stopped.

The Valtara warrior burst into a roar.

“I feel the need to fight!”

Aura erupted, and the Sword King kicked the ground.

“Growl!”

* * *

Rubbing his shoulder, Garhan clicked his tongue.

“Wow, don’t you know why it hurts to think of that muscle idiot?”

Genovia also grumbled.

“It’s also a trauma in a sense.”

It was decades ago already.

Nevertheless, it still came to their minds as vividly as if it had happened yesterday.

“It was really hard to get along with him.”

So they couldn’t understand it all the more.

The Baotolt they knew was by no means meant to raise disciples.

“What do you think, Garhan?”

Genovia replied with a question.

“Did Baotolt’s disciple master the Heavenly Sword? In that inexplicable realm that even we still cannot understand?”