A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 253

Once you’ve realized something, you must act on it immediately.

“If even a small clue comes to mind, act on it. If you wait, you’ll lose it. And what’s lost usually doesn’t come back to you—it becomes someone else’s. Even the tiniest revelation must be etched into your body through action.”

Enkrid remembered this as a brief lesson. It had been imparted by a tanned instructor at a swordsmanship school in the southern gateway domain.

He lived by those words now.

Without hesitation, he got up.

It didn’t matter that they had just returned to the domain, or what he had done earlier, or that it was supposed to be time to sleep.

None of that mattered to Enkrid.

He walked outside into the night.

The sleet had stopped, leaving the ground muddy. A torch mounted nearby burned brightly, casting its light around.

Fwoosh.

The wild horse Enkrid had rescued watched him silently.

Without a word, Enkrid passed by the horse and stopped in front of the barracks, where he began moving his body.

“What muscles are most important when swinging a sword?”

The whole body was vital. The forearm muscles allowed for variations in grip strength, while a sturdy core served as the foundation for centrifugal force in a strike.

“What about cutting through flames?”

His thoughts led him back to the moment he had cleaved through fire.

Casting a spell through a scroll had been remarkable, almost mystical, but in the moment, all that mattered was the fact that a fireball had been hurtling toward him.

He recalled his movements then:

The sword swung down, perpendicular to the ground.

“The back.”

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