[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-102":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},427877,689,"Chapter 102","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>“What is more enjoyable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being shot with an arrow and dying skewered?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being strangled by a wizard’s vine and pricked by thorns?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being torn apart by a pack of lycanthropes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman appeared and spoke with a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a laugh that could be perceived only because he allowed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strangely fascinating. How should one describe this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if someone was telling them that the ferryman laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew the ferryman was laughing, but they neither saw the laughing face nor heard the sound of laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having heard the question, Encrid answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Towards the black river, the boat, and the ferryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t tell whether his answer was directed at the ferryman, the boat, or the black river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he could still open his mouth to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An arrow is the best option.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being torn apart by a pack of lycanthropes or being strangled by a wizard’s vine was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go mad… In such madness, you must entertain me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the ferryman’s words falter for a moment, or was it just an illusion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid wasn’t mad. Not at all. He just answered because there was no need to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I answered coldly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crazy bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferryman began with laughter and ended with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this also seemed as if someone was telling him. Whether the ferryman was truly angry was unknown. He just perceived that the ferryman was irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was the end of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black darkness spread over the black river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed and opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was dawn, before the sunrise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still the same today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid stood up lightly. There was no heaviness in his body or mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was still the pain from being torn apart and having his insides ripped by a werewolf’s claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to forget it with a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he couldn’t truly forget, moving his body and swinging his sword would make it okay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was calm. Both in attitude and mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Relax your shoulders.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, he would be scrambling, almost desperately, to survive and escape today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Encrid was serene. Like a quiet lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he realized something new?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is desperation the only answer?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it wasn’t. Walking towards tomorrow remained the same. However, running at full speed wasn’t necessarily the fastest path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was no absolute need to get there the fastest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘There are three paths…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got up and moved his body as usual, starting to organize his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beginning was the lycanthropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Those guys too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strange. They seemed to be acting under someone’s command or had experienced such a situation before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It must be the wizard’s doing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wizard was on a different level from the one he had encountered before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Lesha of the Rose Vines.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name he had heard stood out clearly in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he catch them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to ask such a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had to catch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts then shifted to the pack of lycanthropes. He was reviewing what he had experienced in reverse order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s a scheme by the wizard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he tried to scale the wall, the wizard was there to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he aimed for the gap, a unit blocked him from front and back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front, there were elite soldiers armed with broad shields and long spears, while the back was blocked by an archer unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They couldn’t have known without prior information.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how it all worked out, but the conclusion was that the enemy had already read his movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, was there a spy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was, there would have been some indication during the lycanthrope attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Information might have been leaked in another way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a situation the ferryman could laugh at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three paths seemed like walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were not walls that could simply be overcome through training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Should I call it bad luck?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How is it that there are always situations that could lead to death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However,does bad luck change anything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was the same. Unchanged. His mind remained steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid re-tied the grip of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sign that he was starting a new day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid mentally divided his morning schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved according to that plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After practicing the Isolation Technique, he trained in swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he practiced with the hidden knife again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Up for a sparring match?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked Finn to train in Valaf-Style Martial Arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is someone after you? You seem in a hurry today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres said while checking his equipment. How many knives did he have hidden on his body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid watched Torres strap on a belt with eight knives and responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just doing my best every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll wear yourself out like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A body like his wouldn’t be worn out by such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we go, then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn, who had been sparring with him all morning, said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also the point when Encrid’s training, which had started at dawn, ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t go drenched in sweat, so he quickly changed clothes and headed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, Finn mentioned that the Aspen scouting party was hard to spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something Encrid had already heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing through the bushes, Finn commented on the seemingly edible berries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those are poisonous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better be careful, then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid immediately replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re quite interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In what way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres, who was cutting through the bushes with a dagger, chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You act like you know things, as if you’ve been here before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this a woman’s intuition or a ranger’s instinct?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s my first time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak comfortably.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he say the same small talk again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first ‘today’, he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately or not, Finn didn’t bring it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he just gave Encrid a peculiar look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if today repeated, not everything happened the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few small things would change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, they arrived at the entrance of the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How deep is it here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before entering, Encrid asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? If we walk diligently, it won’t even take an hour.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you scared of the dark? Don’t worry, big sister will hold your hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn chuckled and spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ranger goes first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They descended the path, using the slope as a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same thing as before happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid didn’t give the two any specific warnings or preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he remembered everything that happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What should we do if we get surrounded?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never asked such a question to any of his squad members. This means he hadn’t learned from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did know one thing from experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avoiding such a situation was key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it could be avoided, then that was the right course of action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if it couldn’t be avoided?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something to ponder from now on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was searching for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy appeared, a unit armed with spears and shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least two squads, by the looks of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several torches lit up the scene ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creeeak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if waiting for this moment, a group of enemy soldiers armed with short bows blocked the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Looks like there are about twenty here as well.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze back to the front and saw someone who appeared to be the commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This person had their head poking out between shields, wearing a steel helmet that covered their forehead, leaving only their eyes visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though faint, there was a hint of exhilaration in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to be relishing the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wildcat woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn muttered, turning her head back and forth, then drew a dagger, gripping it in reverse and lowering her stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her left hand was angled in front of her face, while her right hand was pulled back, hiding the knife from the enemy’s view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She indeed looked like a wildcat hiding its claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres moved quietly alongside the shadow cast by the torches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the soldiers with short bows had their eyes on Torres.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They have sharp eyes.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It showed they were well-trained soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once caught in the trap, there was no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of trap that even knights couldn’t escape from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn and Torres were both excellent fighters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only they weren’t in a cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only they weren’t blocked from both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then we might stand a chance.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no, resisting would only lead to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the commander was about to shout something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid stepped forward, showing his left palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t drawn his sword, signaling that he had no intention of fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They don’t seem like the kind who can be reasoned with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn, meanwhile, continued to glare fiercely ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander’s relaxed demeanor came from his certainty of having them caught. He asked, “What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid needed to close the distance with the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Torres had said, they were not the kind to be reasoned with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just needed a moment’s respite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the fight began, and before the enemy moved violently, there was something to confirm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid walked forward with his hands raised, signaling that he had no intention of fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes scrutinized the enemy’s armor and clothing, now clearly visible in the torchlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Dust.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had accumulated quite a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gap was just over an hour’s walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dust on the enemy soldiers didn’t seem to have accumulated just today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They didn’t just wait today.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, his question was meant to confirm something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many days have you been waiting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander’s voice had a note of surprise, as if struck by the unexpected question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They weren’t just waiting in certainty.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could it be that kept them waiting here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was curious, but curiosity wasn’t the priority right now. The outcome was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that these soldiers had been waiting here for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve hidden your presence well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid spoke again, testing the enemy with every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander didn’t seem to grasp this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard. Who are you? Are you a wizard too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there another wizard involved here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was that woman Lesha of the Rose Vines up to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lesha, is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to push a bit further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Damn it, I don’t know what you’re on about, but die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was as far as the conversation went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the enemy soldiers charged, and arrows and spears targeted Encrid, Finn, and Torres.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander gestured commands to his troops and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn looked as if she wanted to kill that commander, but she didn’t have the skill to break through the soldiers with shields and long spears blocking the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skills were not suited for this kind of situation, making her seem only as capable as an ordinary soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked off a wall, performing unexpected maneuvers, and flicked his hand in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four throwing knives flew from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Encrid couldn’t clearly see where they were headed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a hidden move from Torres, but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the archers and those blocking the front were fully covered with thick leather shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If you’re going to aim, you might as well target their toes or something.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting aside the solution to get over the wall, Encrid decided to execute what he had planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing well-trained elite soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And many of them, at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This moment was a very unfamiliar experience for Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had never been a time when a group of fighters less skilled than himself targeted him in such numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they simply wouldn’t have had the skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, he had increased his swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had killed the perverted stabber and cut down Mitch Hurrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassins had targeted him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was truly a first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting as a minority against a group, a unit, a force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a battlefield, he might have been able to use allies around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here, there was no such opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘In that case…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this not actually be a chance to improve his skills?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this way,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This crazy bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spearman, looking appalled, thrust his spear at the smiling Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing someone muttering that it was interesting and laughing with blood dripping from their mouth just before death would not have seemed normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Encrid didn’t care about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only full of thoughts about trying various things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus Point and Sense of the Blade alone won’t work.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narrowing his vision against multiple enemies would lead to a dead end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he cut and crush them like he did with groups of ghouls, packs of wolf beasts, or human-faced hounds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No, it won’t work.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was not a wild beast but a unit capable of employing strategy and tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid used his head and thought things through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as usual. The only difference was that he was a bit more relaxed than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For several days, he tried to enter through the gap, but when that didn’t work, he went to meet the wizard on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was blocked while grappling with Lesha’s vines, he danced with the werewolves under the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the end of that dance was always death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had resolved himself, so he did not feel impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply gave his best effort in every moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because he was more relaxed didn’t mean he would waste a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After forty-two repetitions of the same day, he mastered the Hidden Knife technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How… How did you do that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Torres looked at him with wide eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it seemed as if Encrid had mimicked his secret technique in just one day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just lucky, I guess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a poor excuse, but Torres had nothing more to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In just one day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only mutter such words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since showing it off to Torres wouldn’t further his mastery of the Hidden Knife, Encrid continued to practice on his own beyond the forty-second repetition, even beyond seventy times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spared Torres the discomfort of watching him demonstrate the Hidden Knife’s technique anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just kept practicing it alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day by day, he also improved in Valaf-Style Martial Arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was thanks to sparring with Finn, who was skilled in Ail Caraz-Style Martial Arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, after repeating today over and over again,Encrid felt that he no longer needed to repeat the Hidden Knife, Valaf-Style Martial Arts, dealing with the wizard on the wall, building grip strength by climbing the wall, or training his swordsmanship against the pack of lycanthropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Everything.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to repeat it anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what was next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to move beyond today and head towards tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me here: \u002Frevengerscans Or You can subscribe for a membership and support me. 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