A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"You're leaving me behind? If that's the case, step over me first!"

Rem's dramatic declaration prompted Enkrid to move instantly. He stepped forward with his left foot, pushing his body smoothly forward.

For a moment, it looked as if he had vanished.

Of course, no one in the room truly lost sight of him.

But...

‘That footwork?’

Jaxon, observing closely, was slightly startled.

‘Snake Step?’

Audin seemed to notice as well.

Enkrid had blended their techniques into his own, digesting them and making them uniquely his.

What was swordsmanship? And what was the essence of a blade?

These questions had driven Enkrid through a continuous cycle of revelations, leading him to create a style that incorporated full-body movements—including footwork.

In fact, whether it was swordsmanship, dance, or martial arts, footwork was fundamental. Footwork often accounted for more than half of any physical discipline.

Naturally, Enkrid had paid as much attention to his steps as he did to his swordsmanship.

The results were evident.

His left knee bent and straightened smoothly, pushing him forward with a controlled burst of power—reminiscent of Jaxon’s silent steps. His right leg followed with a serpentine twist, mimicking the Snake Step Audin had taught him.

In truth, he had merged the two styles haphazardly, making them seem entirely new to an untrained observer.

As he feigned stepping over Rem, the barbarian snorted and rolled his body sideways, spinning away.

Enkrid stomped the ground with his right foot, his voice laced with curiosity.@@novelbin@@