[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-695":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Eternally Regressing Knight",{"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},964880,1263,"Chapter 695 - 694 - React","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-695",695,"\u003Cp>Chapter 694 - React\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man armed with six swords watched Enkrid throughout the fight, noting how he kept smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inwardly, he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He’s got an exceptional temperament.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just that he was smiling as he attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he welcomed the pressure from the family head was something rarely seen, even among the children such as Odincar or other Yohan members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was rare, peculiar, and captivating—but it wasn’t unheard of within Yohan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he left it at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid’s words immediately after his defeat were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One more round?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emotions carried in those words sent a tingling sensation through his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of the six swords didn’t even know exactly who this man was, yet he found himself hoping the family head would grant his request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at those blue eyes beneath the black hair—filled with such desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Family Head, isn’t this exactly what you always emphasize?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he just said it moments ago?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperation in the present is always a step behind, and only the efforts accumulated before can respond to the urgency of now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, even while being praised for his skills, this black-haired man poured out an overwhelming sense of urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To swing his sword more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To fight just a little longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t over yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted, his emotions surging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Acknowledging defeat is admirable, and enjoying swordsmanship is commendable...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But possessing desperation is on another level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of Yohan’s teachings—one of the family head’s creeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genius without desperation could not truly be called a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Ragna had been sent out into the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the man who had accompanied him showed something that struck deeply—burning hot within his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...A rare temperament.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yohan valued temperament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the blond middle-aged man standing beside him who spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man with six swords didn’t even turn his head as he scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rare? It’s a precious trait. You need to refine your eye, Heskal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long years of wielding a sword had honed his instincts, allowing him to recognize something special in the man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was because his own specialty lay in the concept of waves, but right now, his instincts were screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged blond man, however, seemed less convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes showed traces of surprise, but his demeanor remained composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As I always say, hearing you talk about discernment is unpleasant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heskal, as he was called, retorted, but the man with six swords didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what did that matter right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many eyes were on the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them belonged to Anne, who was also struck by Enkrid’s sheer desperation, her chest tightening as she watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against all reason, she found herself hoping the man who had slain her master would rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, she turned her gaze toward the one who would answer Enkrid’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought she saw faint wisps of black smoke dissipating from the family head’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fleeting, almost a trick of the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was the scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scent that only an alchemist, someone who had handled herbs and medicines for a long time, could detect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been too shocked to notice before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne snapped out of the emotional wave Enkrid had transmitted to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her alchemist’s instincts, combined with what she truly desired, brought her mind into sharp focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Ah.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized something and was about to speak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the family head’s wife moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll take over from here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward without even seeking permission from her husband, but no one objected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, when it came to skill, there wasn’t a single person here who didn’t know that Alexandra was the family head’s equal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Enkrid, still kneeling on one knee with fierce determination in his eyes, could sense the sheer presence and force radiating from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some in the gathering knew, while others did not—but among those who did, there was an undeniable truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsmanship teacher of Schmit, the imperial recruiter, was none other than Alexandra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schmit’s sword was built around speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was only natural—Alexandra’s sword had been fast even before she bore the name Yohan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the legend of the ’Knight of the Gale’ spread across the continent, she, too, had earned a similar title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blitzkling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the continental tongue, that meantLightning Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her weapons were two slightly elongated shortswords—her engraved weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even on this particularly dark day, the area around her blades seemed to shimmer with a cold light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The family head is heavy...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his wife was fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was only natural that Ragna, having grown up watching his father’s heavy sword and his mother’s swift strikes, had developed a style that combined both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words had barely left her lips, yet before Enkrid could even take a breath—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Alexandra’s twin blades had already become a dot, aiming straight for his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Ziiiiiiiip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound like lightning being drawn in followed the tiny dot, the sword slicing forward at incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, fully focused, tilted his head at the last possible moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Flick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cheek was cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bead of blood spun into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it even touched the ground, over fifteen strikes had already been exchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Tatatatatatatang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had risen from the ground, standing with his sword angled slightly forward, as if using it to shield his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra had retreated four and a half steps, gripping the hilts of her twin swords with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Rumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark clouds gathered in the distance, thunder rolling ominously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked as if the skies would soon break into a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cheek had been cut deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled down Enkrid’s face, gathering at the tip of his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll finish this before the rain comes,\" Alexandra stated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid exhaled a breath, excitement coloring his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he blocked those attacks just now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Searched for the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it just luck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if granting him a moment to steady his breath, Alexandra spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The weather’s unusual. Storms do roll in around this time, but this one seems... different. Almost unnatural. I don’t know which god is playing tricks today, but it’s definitely not the god of swords. That one only cares about blade work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This brat... You’re not even listening to me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one in the world is perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna knew his mother’s shortcomings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was generally gentle, but the moment a certain line was crossed, the honorifics in her speech would vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a warning sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid focused on the sensation of something almost within his grasp, yet elusive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like seeing a mirage in the desert—if he concentrated, it felt as though he might be able to catch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why, without realizing it, he exuded desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A yearning he usually kept buried deep within him had surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond mere exhilaration, an intense desire boiled within him—he wanted this, now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to swing his sword fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no path forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply wanted to wield his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he added one more element to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’For as long as possible.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to swing his sword again and again, while maintaining his current state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Endure.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Will wouldn’t falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he put Samcheol forward as his defense and concealed his body behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward with his right foot, using his big toe as an axis to draw an upward line, then blocked that line with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That placed his blade between him and his opponent, making it the only thing visible in their line of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What’s next?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the earlier clash, he had recognized similarities between his opponent’s swordsmanship and One-Killer’s style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It alternated between instinct and calculation, but at its core, it was rational.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he twisted that rationality just a bit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once tried this approach against the demon known as One-Killer, attempting to break his own calculations in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No meaningless movements. The goal is disruption.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wave-breaker tehnique was active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tactical thinking told him what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid lowered his left hand, bringing it near his Penna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t draw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he wouldn’t even grip it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even that movement alone would create an error in his opponent’s calculations...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, two crescent-shaped blades descended toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They appeared out of nowhere—two swords arcing down like twin moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrust Samcheol upward at an angle while shifting his left foot back, tensing his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything slowed in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to block the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moons were falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mishandling his sword could result in cutting himself instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lost to the Crescent Slash, he might end up performing the absurd feat of slicing his own body with his own blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Kaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two moons struck Samcheol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid judged it was too late to deflect with his blade, so he used the Valaf-style martial arts to absorb the force with his body instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, both of his feet skidded sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra, who had unleashed the twin crescent slashes, widened the distance once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You joking? I’m faster than you, and you’re trying stunts like that? What kind of idiot does that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid swallowed the provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now was not the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra was undoubtedly holding back against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body had already taken a hit from the family head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to argue he was in peak condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she going easy on him because of that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna knew that his mother’s bad habit had surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cornered rat would bite a cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if its opponent was a tiger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In sparring, Alexandra Yohan enjoyed cornering her opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips curled in a twisted smile, revealing her delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, keep that up and you’ll die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid could feel the truth in her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killing intent she radiated was no joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oppressive force she exuded had taken shape, just as his own had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her earlier presence was like a greatsword, then now, her killing intent was an arrowhead, drawn back on a taut bowstring and aimed right at his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she let go, the arrow would pierce him from mere inches away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer tension electrified his mind, igniting his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Will surged through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind accelerated, calculations multiplying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If I keep making movements that disrupt her calculations, I’ll have to expose that many openings in return.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant that, against someone with hands as fast as hers, it was suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That was a stupid move.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acknowledged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid concluded his brief review.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had taken only an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra pushed off the ground again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment her foot struck the dirt, her body blurred—she was moving so fast that she seemed to disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’React.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid commanded his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pinpoint thrust followed by a flurry of high-speed attacks, then another slash—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t think before blocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body simply moved on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra’s diagonal slash was deflected by Enkrid’s Samcheol, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wielded two swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade in her other hand let out a sharp hiss as it stabbed toward the top of his right thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at the gap his armor couldn’t fully protect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid used the momentum from his deflection to spin his body halfway around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra’s sword still grazed his thigh, but he avoided a fatal wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled from the cut on his torn pant leg, but it was just a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A sword is wielded with the entire body, idiot! Strengthen your core first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he earned krona without hesitation—mercenary, guide, bodyguard, even a noblewoman’s ornament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One instructor had taught him the fundamentals of swordplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t just swing with your arms. Use your whole body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he had trained his body relentlessly, every single day, without fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Audin had taught him how to make his muscles thicker, tougher, and more flexible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had done just that, following his guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’My body reacts well enough.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had also learned how to choose the right path without making mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had taught him that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So there was no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinct and intuition rose to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra’s sword moved outside the bounds of perception and calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why his senses opened up first, responding instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill brushed past his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every fiber of his being stood on edge, even the fine hairs on his skin reading her movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra’s body now held a faint glow, as did her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hid her left hand behind her, raising only the sword in her right hand at an angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’React.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke to his body once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something hazy settled into his grasp, taking form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses reacted first, moving before he could consciously perceive it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that process, his Will was naturally invoked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had performed this motion hundreds, maybe thousands of times, it felt as if someone had pulled his strings, making his body move in his stead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a deafening crash, Enkrid was sent flying once again, like a puppet with its strings cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, however, he did not roll across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—someone caught him mid-air, stopping his motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to that, instead of tumbling disgracefully, Enkrid ended up sitting at an angle on the ground, one knee down just as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ironically, he had landed in the same stance as he had during his sparring sessions with the family head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you just do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes clearly reflected his shock—a rare sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alex, were you trying to kill him in a sparring match?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone called out to Enkrid’s opponent, a swordsman carrying six blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, I really almost did. You okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexandra, who had now regained her composure, asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, but you seemed fine. You blocked it pretty well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly added with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, I blocked it. And it was fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were filled with genuine excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna observed Enkrid, replaying the moment he had just witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coated his sword with Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, that was what it had seemed like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will was an intangible force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had internally defined his next step as materializing that intangible force into a tangible form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In essence, manifestation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even demonstrated it when breaking through Enkrid’s Wave-Breaking style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To add to that, the foundation of this technique came from his father’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had used his father’s overwhelming pressure as a basis to grasp the concept of manifestation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he wielded a greatsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained was to compress it and release a more refined Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just now, the Captain did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting moment, Enkrid had taken a step ahead of Ragna in his own path by receiving the sword of his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try it again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? Hmm, I don’t think I can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Ragna’s words, Enkrid shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s always another time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talent was cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some, a single stroke of luck was enough to grasp it, while for others, dozens of similar moments were necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when faced with such cruelty—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is fun.\"—few would still smile like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, they were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, who had briefly supported his captain’s back with his palm, thought so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When did it start?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne, who had remained an observer through all of this, suddenly approached the family head and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head silently gazed at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression carried the weight of her seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was bold, even speaking as if ordering the family head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Anne, it was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter who the person was—if they were a patient suffering from a serious illness and death loomed over them—she would do whatever was necessary to save them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the conviction of one who called themselves a healer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s talk inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family head finally spoke, and Alexandra gestured to dismiss the gathered onlookers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the show’s over, go on your way. 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