A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Enkrid didn’t spend the time waiting for Ragna idly.

Of course not. That was just the kind of person he was.

And even now, it was the same. He had called for Rem, and they were creating friction between sword and axe.

Clang!

A silver-bladed axe blocked Acker, which had been swung at an angle, and pushed the sword away.

Enkrid braced his arm, twisted his waist, and redirected the pushing force.

Sensing this, Rem pretended to pull the axe back, then brought it down vertically.

Thud!

Once again, their weapons clashed and then separated.

Sparks flew between the blades.

Neither side yielded an inch.

After that, the exchange of techniques and defenses continued.

A relentless dialogue of sword and axe, without a moment to breathe. No human could live without breathing.

Both of them pushed their stamina to the very limit, to the point where their vision was spinning.

This was already the twelfth time such a moment occurred. The intense sparring that had gone on for hours left even Enkrid panting.

Rem was no different.

“Huff, huff, watch closely.”

Rem stepped back as he spoke, then pursed his lips into a perfect circle.

Then, he inhaled sharply. His ragged breathing and heaving shoulders calmed.

Enkrid instinctively traced the line drawn by the axe starting from Rem’s shoulder.

As expected, Rem swung the axe.

No, it didn’t stop at just one swing.

Enkrid barely managed to counter with Acker.

Ching!

Their blades crossed. Enkrid twisted his body and dodged.

Rem’s axe continued swinging in a way that made it hard to believe he had just been gasping for breath.

Rem’s axe had always been fierce, sharp, fast, and heavy.

When that unnervingly light iron axe flew in without recoil, it made your neck feel like it was about to snap.

But this was more than that.

Panting one moment and then doing this the next?

Amidst the fast, recoil-less axe strikes, another axe flew in with an irregular rhythm.

Both axes in Rem’s hands shattered tempo and rhythm, coming in an unrelenting storm. Enkrid blocked them with Acker and Gladius, feeling like he was trying to catch a downpour with bare hands.