At dawn, Encrid awoke to face yet another identical âtodayâ.
He trained his body using the Isolation Technique.
Today begins anew.
It was mostly the same as yesterday.
Training his body while being observed by the scout and Finn.
From early dawn, Encrid, after finishing his sword training, checked his equipment.
He had forgotten to check his gear in the morning after the battle with the ghoul.
âFrom here, again.â
Itâs the start of a new âtodayâ.
And itâs the moment to decide the direction.
Should he go back through the hole?
Or choose a different path?
He lifted his sword horizontally to the ground and tilted it to eye level.
He inspected the blade with his eyes. There were no missing teeth.
As Encrid looked at the blade, he continued his thoughts.
The most important thing in this repetitive âtodayâ.
âFirst, assess the situation.â
If there are three paths to take, he wanted to know what lies at the end of each of those three paths.
As if waiting, the three paths were laid out before his eyes.
How he would walk towards tomorrow was something to be thought about later.
After wiping the blade with the prepared leather and checking the other equipment once, he untied the leather strap wrapped around the hilt and rewrapped it.
This was a kind of mark to start a different âtodayâ.
Since he couldnât count the increasing number of âtodaysâ one by one, he devised this method while repeating the first today.
Wrapping the leather strap around the sword grip again was the second today, Encrid remembered.
âIf youâre leaving at dawn, shouldnât you hurry?â
Torres said while making do with jerky for breakfast.
After tasting the seasoned jerky, he often clung to Encrid every morning.
Encrid was about to speak anyway.
Just then, he saw Finn approaching.
A hand axe at her left waist, thick-soled boots, and a short sword at her right waist.
She wore thin, well-tanned leather armor. He had seen it bend well with his movements before.
âIt must be light.â
Thatâs how her armament appeared.
As a scout among the light infantry, she moved with minimal equipment.
âThe ranger goes first.â
That was their motto.
They walked the lightest because they walked at the forefront.
Compared to the heavy infantry, Encrid also belonged to the light infantry, but his equipment was relatively heavy compared to theirs.
Even a single longsword would be cumbersome.
So, how would their skills fare in a proper fight?
Honestly, he had been curious for days. Judging by the level of physical training from the Isolation Technique, he didnât seem to fall behind Torres.
There was time today as well.
The first step to face a different âtodayâ.
Eliminate the option of sticking his head into the hole from the morning.
âHow about crossing the wall at night?â
Encrid spoke abruptly as he looked at the approaching Finn.
Beating around the bush only lengthens the conversation.
Sometimes, itâs advantageous to reveal your purpose and intentions clearly when leading a conversation.
Encrid was very skilled in this aspect.
âSuddenly?â
âI have a bad feeling.â
When the approaching Finn tilted her head in curiosity, Encrid answered without a breath.
Encrid was well aware of the nickname he was called within the unit.
Besides âSquad Leader of Enchantmentâ or âSpell Breakerâ, the most common term used to refer to him was:
âThe one loved by the Goddess of Luck.â
That was it.
When another soldier or commander claimed to have a bad feeling, it was easy to dismiss.
But when he said it, it was taken a bit differently.
âA bad feeling?â
Of course, Finn might react this way because she didnât know about such nicknames, but Torres was different.
After looking at Encridâs face for a moment, Torres stroked his chin and said,
âIf all three methods are fine, why not cross the wall?â
Immediate agreement. He didnât even ask for a reason. He just said it was a feeling.
What kind of situation is this?
Finn, who had been tilting her head, spoke up.
âDo you know that climbing the wall isnât easy?â
âNothing in this world is easy.â
Encrid responded to that.
When two out of three people going together are on the same side, the answer comes easily, doesnât it?
Finn didnât really care which way they went.
Thatâs why she showed all three paths.
Finn nodded.
âAlright then.â
There was no need for a power struggle.
Finn had a subtle liking for Encrid as well.
âHow about a match?â
Encrid said as he tied the leather strap around the scabbard and secured it to his waist.
âOh.â
Torres responded.
The obvious target was Finn.
âWith me? Iâm not specialized in combat.â
No way.
Someone with such a trained body couldnât possibly not be specialized in combat.
âIâm not specialized in swordsmanship either.â
Finn shrugged his shoulders and showed his palms.
Seeing this, Encrid spoke again.
âFighting barehanded wouldnât be bad either. We shouldnât get injured before an important mission.â
Could this be a valuable experience? Who knows. But seeing that trained body made him want to spar.
It was a competitive spirit.
Just like Torres, Finn, despite her liking for Encrid, suddenly wanted to spar with him.
âItâs been a while.â
She once burned with a passion for training.
She stopped when she reached his limits.
Even now, she wasnât someone who would easily fall to an average opponent.
Though Encridâs swordsmanship, which defeated the ghoul, was impressive.
âIf itâs without swords.â
She didnât think she would lose easily.
Everyone has their specialty, and Finnâs specialty was hand-to-hand combat.
âOh, itâs been a while since Iâve seen this.â
One of the scouts said. Despite his bandit-like appearance, he had a gentle manner of speaking.
He was also the one who had dried Encridâs clothes on a branch.
Hearing him say it had been a while suggested that he already knew of Finnâs skills.
âStop the unnecessary chatter.â
Finnâs eyes gleamed. She already looked ready for combat.
âWe do have time until nightfall.â
Finn finally agreed.
Encrid untied his scabbard again. He also took off his gambeson and leather armor, leaving only a thin shirt secured with leather at the chest, and faced him.
The scouts and Torres had already formed a large circle, creating space.
Torres, standing near the center, chuckled.
âSomehow, this seems like a familiar sight.â
He was likely referring to the promotion duel.
Torres recalled Encrid from that time.
Encrid, when he had faced him.
âHeâs changed a lot.â
There had been significant improvement compared to then.
At least, thatâs what Torres thought.
âLetâs do this.â
Soon, the duel between the two began.
Finnâs specialty was close combat. She had no intention of hiding it.
She moved her feet side to side, quickly closing the distance.
Encrid had learned striking techniques from Audin.
He spread his feet front and back, stepping forward with his left hand extended straight.
Rather than rotating side to side, a straight punch had a shorter path.
Therefore, it was faster.
It was a punch that resembled a sword thrust.
Seeing this, Finn displayed an almost acrobatic movement.
With eyes wide open, she dodged the incoming punch by lowering her body. Moving just as much as needed, Encridâs thrusting punch barely brushed past her hair.
âThis isâŠâ
The movement reminded him of the time when he was assigned to guard Leona Rockfreed.
Back then, when he climbed to the second floor to save Leona, Encrid dodged a thrown dagger with just a tilt of his head.
It was a rush that reminded him of that movement.
Finn dodged his punch in a similar manner.
His focus sharpened. He could see the path her body was taking, and his gaze naturally shifted to Finnâs face.
It was as if light was emanating from her eyes.
She closed in for close combat.
âA tackle?â
The thought was brief, and his decision was quick.
Whoosh.
Instead of the outstretched left fist, he drove his right elbow downward.
If she didnât dodge, it would have punched a hole somewhere in her lower back with its aggressive force.
Finn evaded even that.
Her movements were snake-like. Her waist bent smoothly, and before he knew it, she had stepped to Encridâs right side.
Not only did she position herself, but both of her hands grasped Encridâs wrist and forearm.
Encrid instinctively flexed his muscles, pulling his arm out of Finnâs grip.
At the same time, Finn hooked her leg around the inside of Encridâs shin.
The ensuing battle was about who could lock the otherâs joints first.
Dodging, blocking, grappling.
Before they knew it, they had rolled on the ground several times.
There was a loud thud as their heads hit the ground.
Without realizing it, Finnâs foot or hand occasionally landed in Encridâs groin.
âAil Caraz Style.â
Encrid recognized the technique Finn was using.
It was one of the many techniques Audin had taught him countless times.
Ail Caraz is one of the most notorious prisons across the continent.
Long ago, one of the prison guards developed this technique.
It was a method designed to subdue prisoners with excruciating pain but without causing injuries, known as Ail Caraz Martial Arts.
Focused primarily on joint locks rather than strikes, it was nicknamed the âKing of the Dirtâ.
The nickname was earned by rolling on the training ground floor of Ail Caraz and attaining the title of king.
It was a skill as infamous as its name.
Encrid countered several times with the Valaf-style joint locks he learned from Audin, which he called âbedroom battlesâ.
However, his opponentâs skill level was much higher.
So.
âDo you concede defeat?â
Just when he thought he had blocked well, he found his neck trapped between Finnâs legs.
If she applied more pressure, his neck could break.
Being in this position made him realize how strong Finnâs thigh muscles were.
âI yield.â
Encrid admitted defeat with his neck still being choked.
âI might not know if itâs with swords, but this is my specialty.â
Finn released her hold as she spoke.
Both of them were covered in dirt from rolling on the ground so much. Dust scattered from their hair as they stood.
âWe need a wash. Want to come with me?â
Finn asked.
âIâll go a bit later.â
It was a straightforward refusal. The suggestion was as good as saying they should undress together.
âTch.â
Finn, seemingly joking, clicked her tongue and got up.
As she dusted off her behind, she said,
âSee you in the evening.â
After she left,
âIf youâre going to be all over each other like that, why not just take a cave for yourselves?â Torres said, laughing.
Hmm?
As Encrid looked at him, confused, Torres continued laughing.
âYou lasted the longest rolling around with our leader.â
The soldier next to him said. Hearing that, Encrid finally understood.
âWe were really rubbing up against each other.â
It had been too intense to think about it at the time.
However, one thing became clear.
âSheâs an excellent sparring partner.â
Not as good as Audin. Audin could immobilize him while saying all sorts of things.
But in the current situation, she was an excellent sparring partner.
He could refine his Valaf-Style Martial Arts.
Of course, that didnât mean he was going to waste today.
Naturally, he would strive to break free from today as well.
However, how many times had he faced such a situation before?
Instinctively, he knew. It was as if the ferryman of dreams had appeared and whispered.
âHow will you get out this time?â
Another wall had appeared.
Could he escape in just a few attempts?
He didnât know yet, but it wouldnât be easy.
Would he be discouraged?
Not at all. Encrid remained calm.
He wasnât overly excited or distressed.
That was true.
He just thought it was essential to understand the situation properly first.
Meanwhile, finding out Finnâs specialty was just a bonus.
Afterward, during the remaining time, Encrid practiced Torresâ hide knife.
âAre you going to keep at it? Iâve taught a few times, and some just donât get it.â
Torres, who had been leisurely spending time under a tree, offered serious advice.
He had previously joked about giving up, but this time he seemed sincere.
Encrid responded to Torresâ earnest words.
âIs that so?â
As if he hadnât heard such words countless times before.
âFine, do as you wish.â
Torres quickly gave up. Although it had only been a few days, he had roughly figured Encrid out.
This guy was incredibly stubborn.
âWhy suggest going over the wall?â
It was a question that followed his immediate trust.
âI just have a feeling itâs a better option.â
âAnd your feelings have been spot on so far?â
âFor the most part.â
In reality, it was the result of insanely repeated todays.
Would explaining make them understand?
âAlright, Iâll trust you.â
Torres nodded. Encrid didnât think it would be a problem even if he didnât believe him.
He had just anticipated that things would flow this way.
Continuous practice and training.
He took some time to wash and even took a short nap.
âItâs good to get some sleep if weâre going to work at night.â
Torres did the same, and Finn seemed to rest well too.
After a brief nap, the sun started to set.
âYou guys go to the rendezvous point. Weâll leave this place.â
Considering the worst-case scenario, the remaining scouts would abandon the current camp and move.
The three of them headed towards the wall.
The path was tougher.
Instead of bushes, they climbed rocky mountains in the dark.
âIsnât it lucky there are two moons tonight?â
Finn, who was leading, said.
âIs that really lucky? This path is rough.â
âI told you, this route is twice as tough as the others.â
Finn added with a laugh and continued walking.
Her steps were almost silent, thanks to something attached to the soles of her boots.
Encrid followed her silently.
They crossed the rocky mountain, greeted by foliage overhead.
Guided by Finn, they crossed even that.
Eventually, they arrived at a place where the wall of Cross Guard was clearly visible.
âWeâre lucky.â
Finn said, looking at the wall.
Torres, drenched in sweat, looked up.
âIs this what you call lucky?â
âOf course itâs good. We didnât encounter any beasts or monsters.â
Encrid was also drenched in sweat. Keeping up with the rangerâs pace was no easy task.
And it wasnât over yet.
âNow the real fun begins, gentlemen.â
Finn smiled, signaling the start of the ordeal.
Climbing the wall would be harder than the rocky mountain.
But first, they needed to get close to the wall.
Encrid looked up, gauging the height of the wall ahead and thought it would be quite a struggle.
Turning back wasnât an option.
âLetâs go.â
He silently followed Finn.
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