A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

A knight’s realization could strike like lightning, but ultimately, it was the body that had to execute it.

As he woke up to a new day and bolted upright, Kraiss, startled, immediately asked.

“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

When Enkrid remained silent, staring into empty space, Kraiss kept rambling.

“That’s just your body being worn out. Rest, and you’ll be fine.”

“Is that so?”

Enkrid replied absentmindedly, then revisited his realization.

Would it work?

It felt like it would.

That sensation—his intuition—electrified his entire body.

“Why does it feel like you’re getting worse by the day?”

Kraiss muttered beside him.

Enkrid ignored him.

He had to dedicate ten days—and two more—to his training.

He needed to ingrain into his body the swordsmanship he had grasped within this cycle of repeating days.

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Ragna, who had assisted in his training, was unusually surprised.

“What?”

“When did you come up with this?”

“It just came to me.”

“So this is talent, then,”

Ragna murmured to himself, not seeming particularly curious.

Enkrid refined his swordsmanship, discussed it with Ragna, and engaged in light hand-to-hand sparring with Shinar.

The dexterity of the fae was in a class of its own.

Especially their ability to read an opponent’s intent—it was, for lack of a better term, beyond common sense.

When he asked about it, the answer was simple.

“It’s a fae’s gift.”

That, too, was something worth learning.

In fact, Enkrid realized he was already using a fraction of that gift himself.

From that point on, all that remained was training.

And that was what he excelled at the most.

So he did just that.

He honed his swordsmanship, refining and tempering it through endless repetition.

Just as much as he did that, he also observed and mimicked the fae’s abilities without hesitation.

Although, calling it “mimicry” wasn’t quite accurate.

Shinar had generously shared his knowledge, after all.

“If you twist it a little, reading emotions can resemble mind-reading. You just have to apply that to combat.”

Above all, Shinar was remarkably articulate.

Compared to Rem, Ragna, Jaxon, and Audin, he was an absolute angel.