[{"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-111":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},427886,689,"Chapter 111","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-111",111,"\u003Cp>‘Can’t just leave them behind.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was surprising that the Fairy Company Commander took all the troublemaker Squad members, who were now platoon members, with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Encrid hadn’t seen the empty quarters, he wouldn’t have believed it. Krais, who had been away from the barracks for several days, likely didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s probably why he asked for Ragna to be called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How did I avoid getting dragged along on the expedition?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid wondered if he had used the excuse of joining later since he stayed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps the Fairy Company Commander had left Krais behind as a favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, Krais remained, and the squad members were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid would have to rescue them alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the reserve unit of the Border Guard for an internal matter of the Gilpin Guild?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not a chance.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they would help. Yeah, maybe if there was someone worth relying on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the Fairy Company Commander. Even if she stayed behind, it would be a gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about Torres? As a Platoon Leader of the Border Guard, it might be difficult, but personally, he might be able to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Border Guard is also about to head out, except for a few.’ Encrid mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allowing him a day off after reporting back was the unit’s way of looking after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did that mean they gained a lot from this mission?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid shook his head lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was filled with random thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just do what needs to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, what needs to be done is…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re going to save Krais. Yes, that Big Eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, stroking Esther, who nestled against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Esther’s puzzled look, he repeated that Big Eyes was a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a goal spoken out loud without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Esther looked at Encrid with eyes as blue as a lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid looked back at Esther with similarly colored eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther wasn’t going to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could a panther say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, it seemed like Esther’s gaze was questioning whether saving Krais was really the only reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For other reasons too.” Encrid revealed a part of his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lycanthropes, the Gray Hound unit of Aspen, and even the wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to test his skills against Torres and Finn on the way there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desire boiled over fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where do I stand now? What is my state? How far does my sword reach?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How much have I improved?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know. He had no sense of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You have to know to see, but every day was new for Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an explorer discovering new lands every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always a pathfinder blazing new trails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A climber scaling mountains for the first time, a hunter in uncharted territories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved forward by looking at the signposts, but he didn’t know where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he heard about the Frog’s appearance, he coldly assessed his condition and took a full day’s rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he thought that he had found someone who could help him check his position relative to the signposts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will my sword be effective?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time he encountered a Frog, getting hit once made his ribs cry out in weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How will it go this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all Frogs are the same, but still…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no better opponent to compare myself against.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he fails, the Frog will become the wall that blocks ‘today,’ but that’s fine. It was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If any of the squad members were here, this wouldn’t be happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why Encrid had no choice but to step up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it ironic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or should he say it’s lucky?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe it’s just bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad luck has always been like a constant companion, trailing behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s up to the swimmer in the river of misfortune to navigate through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of Rem and the other squad members, Encrid realized how narrow his view of the world had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s laughable.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a time he considered his squad members to be above average soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above average? Laughable. It was a ridiculous notion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the squad members fit within the soldier ranking system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he knew that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, if even one squad member were here, there’d be no reason to fear a mere Frog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But now I am alone.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t abandon Krais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did he want to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his left foot, he recalled the days he faced Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his right foot, he reflected on what he learned from Jaxon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, with his left foot, he remembered Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his right foot, he embodied Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step he took, he recalled everything he had learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless instructors, repeated drills today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing a Frog didn’t scare him. Was this the harmony of the Heart of the Beast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of calm, boldness, and even a thrill of challenge arose within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s pupils flickered like flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther hit his chest with her front paw, as if to say, not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid responded and kept walking, soon arriving at the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald Gilpin was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The drawing room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is the drawing room again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Gilpin’s lead, Encrid entered the mansion and stopped in front of the door to the drawing room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Am I charging in here ready to die?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was he just mad with a thirst for challenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know. The answer lay beyond the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther jumped off his chest and bounced to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her, Encrid wondered, ‘Will he be someone I can talk to?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that Krais was kept alive suggested it might be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, it was a situation where he needed to assert control first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re here to fight, you fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the point of talking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid took a short breath, deciding to speak through action rather than words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a bang, he kicked the door open, rolled forward, and threw his right hand forward as if tossing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whistling dagger shot through the air, folding space with terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp whistle followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost as if anticipating it, Frog’s arm moved like a flash of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this guy crazy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing a presence, then bloodlust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the stabbing intent came the attack. There was no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the action had been planned before reaching the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog saw the arm of the guy move, who kicked the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the flying blade, Frog drew his weapon and deflected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an ordinary person, this would have seemed like an incredible feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not to Frog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deftly knocked the whistling dagger away with the flat of his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger embedded itself into a crude leather decoration on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who threw the dagger charged in, drawing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a satisfying ring, the sword came down in a bold arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog hooked his fingers into a loop attached to the handle of his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog’s slippery skin prevented him from gripping weapons properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had a weapon made with a loop, called a loop sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By hooking his fingers into the loop and closing his grip, Frog’s three round fingertips met his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he had to do next was swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash of metal announced the start of the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, swords and daggers danced, orchestrating a fierce symphony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of clashing blades filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew in the air, accompanied by a relentless barrage of strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog, impressed by his opponent who blocked his attacks over thirty times and occasionally countered, thought, ‘This guy’s interesting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais sat in a corner. He wasn’t tied up or injured, but escape was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it had only been two days, Frog exhibited remarkable stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely slept and always kept watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais could handle his needs and even shared meals with Frog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But escaping was a different matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What would happen if I ran?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone left in the guild would be killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If caught, he would end up as a lifeless corpse alongside the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog was capable of such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spring had come, and Frog had arrived earlier than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais had some hope, believing that if one or two squad members arrived, they could handle the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone but the Squad leader, he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the door opened, Krais hoped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he recognized who entered, he was disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he stood with his mouth agape, unable to close it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The continuous noise sounded like the drawing room would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw were trajectories, paths of blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something created by the blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only sparks flew between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who entered was the Squad leader, but that Squad leader was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Fighting Frog?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t look like he was losing. At least not to Krais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid, watching the opponent’s weapon that seemed to bend, positioned his sword sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact traveled up his forearm, spreading through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be foolish to just try to endure it with brute strength. He redirected the force, mixing in the Correct Sword Technique. What seemed impossible before was now feasible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deflected the blade sideways and thrust his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sliced through the air with a whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog retaliated, swinging his sword down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid blocked, deflected, and dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thanks to his experience fighting the wizard’s thorny vines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless experiences had shaped Encrid’s swordsmanship, allowing him to swing, dodge, and block effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foundation was defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent’s weapon resembled a hunting knife with a wide blade, a typical weapon for Frogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Loop Sword often took this form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unusually heavy, and the opponent wielded it with the finesse of a lighter sword, thanks to Frog’s exceptional strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid lost himself in the swordplay, focusing solely on the swords—the lines connecting points, the lines bending and descending like lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog’s weapon struck like lightning, and Encrid intercepted it with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to deflect it, his knee bent halfway. In that bent position, he smoothly swung his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog took a half step back and stabbed with his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thrust with a wide blade—a nonstandard move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Encrid felt the thrust like a sharp awl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses danced on the blade’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His already keen senses had become sharper thanks to Jaxon’s training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world where only the swords, himself, and the opponent existed, he lost track of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking, blocking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Striking, thrusting, and slashing whenever an opening appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mixed in techniques from the Valen Mercenary Sword Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feigning a slash, then stopping to thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This swordsmanship had become second nature to him, perhaps an evolved form of his earlier style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog deflected most attacks with brute strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to his strength far exceeding that of a human, his physical capabilities and reflexes played a significant role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Thwack! Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some attacks were dodged, others deflected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blades grazed cheeks, and Frog’s fists struck armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Encrid deflected a punch and aimed his sword at Frog’s heart, Frog spun half a turn to avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grrrk!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bubbling growl came from Frog’s throat, full of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid uttered no battle cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was solely focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely absorbed in one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Don’t scatter.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concentrate, gather focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He avoided attacks not by watching the sword but by feeling the blade’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As these moments continued, Encrid entered a new state of awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Frog’s fingers hooked on the loop, the trembling of his broad feet, and the movement of the violent muscles beneath his slippery skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands moved, his arms extended, his feet shifted, and his body twisted accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment of heightened concentration, forgetting points and the lines they formed, Encrid saw a glimpse of the outcome of the ongoing battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might have been just a passing thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because he saw, he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing it, Encrid knew that his chance of victory lay there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acted on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this time, he’d aimed for Frog’s heart whenever there was an opening. Now it was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thrust, filled with the determination to pierce through, shot like a beam of light through space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog stepped back with his right foot, dodging the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade scraped against the heart armor. Seeing this, Frog’s cheeks puffed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Trying to get my heart?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to hold back, Frog’s blade descended toward Encrid’s neck faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a lightning-fast strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A split-second opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid withdrew his thrusting sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two swords that had been in a continuous exchange clashed in mid-air and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you trying to fight me with strength? Foolish human.” Frog growled like a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid responded not with words but by reenacting what he had envisioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Like this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He created softness by slightly bending his knees while standing still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mixing the Correct Sword Technique with the Gentle Sword Technique, he absorbed the opponent’s force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog’s sword, driven by brute strength, seemed poised to split Encrid from the forehead down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You damn fool,Captain!” Krais’s shout echoed, but both ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid put all his strength into pushing Frog’s blade away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a tingling sound, Encrid’s sword raced along the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog, who had been pressing down with sheer strength, faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reflexively, Frog blocked the blow aimed at his heart with his right forearm, the one holding the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiming for the heart would have been another futile strike, so…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s sword traced a smooth arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He aimed for Frog’s left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Frog dodged, blood spurted out, the arm wasn’t completely severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade had cut through Frog’s slippery skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Frog’s puffed-up cheeks indicated, he wasn’t just going to stand there and take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broad blade, deflected away, was brought down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid blocked it with his raised right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade struck the gauntlet he had taken from the sewer wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud crack and a sharp grinding sound, the blade was deflected to the side. The gauntlet’s exterior was cut and slashed, but his wrist remained intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a combination of the parrying technique learned from Audin and the durable gauntlet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You crazy bastard.” Frog said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left arm dangled, and even with his regenerative ability, this wasn’t enjoyable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog glared with a fierce look, blood still pouring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid sensed the end of ‘today’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right wrist was too weak to hold his sword, and he had to catch it with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many more moves could he endure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was somewhat satisfied with the last strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strike that created an opening by aiming for the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was truly well-executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog, a species known for discerning talent, felt uneasy about Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Because he had exceptional talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it was because he was an unfamiliar type. This one had to be killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog wondered how this human, who seemed at his limit, could pull off such a move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeatedly feigning attacks on his heart, only to take his left arm in the end?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that brief moment, the human had bent his knees to absorb the weight and then scraped the ground with his feet to push forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had staked everything on a single move, and Frog had been the one caught off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his opponent’s right wrist were intact?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Would I have lost this fight?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frog’s cheeks puffed even more. He had to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword rose. It was the moment that would end everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid remained calm. 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