Pick Me Up, Infinite Gacha

[Aaron Side Story Episode 21]

3. The first dream (5)

Silence continues.

The eyes of the two crossed for a long time.

“Can I help you?”

said Sraagin in a low pitched voice.

“You’re not saying we’re going to have a normal sparring?”

“exactly.”

In sparring, both sides have something to gain.

But what Aaron asked for was teaching.

It was a one-sided loss to Sraagin.

In other words, Aaron asked Sraagin to split his time and help.

“I know you have no shame.”

Aaron doesn’t have much.

At most, a decrepit body with no talent.

In fact, judging from the difference in level, even if you sparred, Sraagin did not gain much.

The deal between the two wasn’t fair.

Even if it looks servile.

Even if you crawl through mud.

Be strong.

“This is true. That’s all you say when you show up after a month?”

Is it not okay too?

If that’s the case…

“Okay.”

“…?”

“It sounds like a good way to pass the time. I’ll help you if you’re bored.”

“Am I really?”

“Whatever it is, it is necessary. Defeating only scarecrows is not efficient. It’s no fun.”

Aaron bowed his head to Thragin.

“Okay. thank you!”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s not like I’m losing anything.”

Sraagin’s words continued.

“Looks like you and I came here by bumping into a wall, right? But if you go over the wall right here, I’ll be proof that it’s possible. You can even press that cheeky kid’s nose.”

If he goes beyond his limits,

that man named Thragin will gain confidence in his potential.

It was such a deal.

“So, work hard. mortally.”

Sraagin smirked at Aaron.

Aaron nodded.

“So how can I help you?”

“Do you know about spearmanship?”

“The spear is my secondary weapon. Although not as good as the sword, I have mastered it to some extent.”

“I want you to know about Rannachal.”

Sraagin looked Aaron up and down.

He knew at least that Aaron would stay in his room all day studying martial arts.

“Is it difficult to put into practice even if you know from the book?”

“That’s right.”

“Give me your spear.”

Aaron handed over the practice wooden spear he was holding.

Unexpectedly, he receives the object that came flying behind him.

It was Thragin’s sword.

“Attack me.”

“Isn’t this for practice?”

It is a blue-edged iron sword.

It was a weapon that killed people.

“You said you wanted to know about Rannachal?”

“That’s… yes.”

“No need to worry. do come Because time is wasted.”

Aaron changed his expression.

yes no need to hesitate

‘Let’s see. Is this the hilt?’

He grabs the sword with a twist.

Moved both shoulders and feet to take a stance.

This was the attitude that Israt had taken in his memory.

Of course it didn’t go well.

“ha.”

Sraagin pressed his forehead as if the action seemed pitiful.

“I will go!”

Poof!

Aaron swung his sword in a dazed position.

A sword blade stab using spearmanship.

The target was the shoulder.

“What is this?”

Moment.

The spearhead spun around and wrapped around the sword.

A strange rotational force was applied from the inside.

“…?”

widely!

The sword bounced off and soared into the air.

The tip of the spear touched Aaron’s left chest before he knew it.

“This is Charlie.”

“Just how?”

Pak!

The flying sword stuck to the ground.

Sraagin didn’t say anything.

“Bring the sword.”

“…Okay.”

Aaron retrieved the sword.

took a stand again.

“come.”

“I will go!”

This time weaving.

With all his strength, he drew the sword with all his might.

“This is me.”

Moment.

Pak!

The spearhead that came down from above pressed down on the sword.

“…?!”

You cannot go against the flow of power.

The direction of the sword, which had been drawn horizontally, changed arbitrarily.

posture breaks down

“Hut!”

hooked!

Before I knew it, the sword was lodged in front of Thragin’s feet.

The trajectory of the horizontal beam is broken.

“It’s kicking again.”

The outstretched spear blade tapped Aaron’s forehead.

“Once more.”

“…”

Aaron silently pulled out the sword stuck in the ground.

started attacking again.

There are three basic movements of the sword.

cross cut. vertical cut. sting.

Imitating the swordsmanship he had seen on the surface, he drove without stopping.

“Haap!”

Aaron screamed and cut vertically.

Took.

A spear sticking out from somewhere pushed the sword away.

“hot?”

torque applied at the same time.

The sword moved against his will.

Poorly collapsing posture.

The tip of the wooden spear hits the left chest.

It was a sign of death.

‘again.’

This time stabbing.

The spearhead rising from below wrapped around the blade of the sword.

Snake-like movement.

‘I can’t shake it off!’

It’s as if they’re glued together.

The blade of the sword was sucked out as the spear pole moved.

Aaron’s stance was out of balance.

‘come.’

Took.

The tip of the spear struck his left chest.

‘again!’

attacked over and over again.

Cutting while running, cutting up from a low position, cutting diagonally, and stabbing.

Attack until you can no longer move.

The result was…

“Ha… ha…”

Aaron caught his breath as he collapsed.

I tried to stand up, but my broken body didn’t listen to the command.

“This is all I can show you.”

“Whoa…”

He quickly catches his breath.

There were many things I wanted to ask.

“Rannachal is the basis and core of the spear. A unique skill that only spears can use.”

“…”

“Lie down and listen.”

said Thragin.

“The spear has a long range. It has absolute priority. Whether attacking or defending, you can move one step ahead of your opponent. Rannachal is a control technique that dominates the battlefield with spears that are longer and wider than the opponent.”

to dominate the battlefield.

It was also written in the book of spears.

Aaron came to understand a little of what the words meant.

“Receive the opponent’s moves from a distance. That’s how you break your stance. This is Ran and me. Next, stab the incapacitated opponent to subdue him. this is full That is, take it and stab it. Is it easy?”

Sraagin erected a long spear pole.

“Breaking the posture is the key. Then you won’t be able to avoid the stab that follows.”

“How… to break it down?”

“You saw it just now.”

Aaron frowned.

have seen I’ve experienced it countless times.

The jokjok that holds the posture collapsed and was broken.

but.

‘how?’

Aaron’s face hardened.

Sraagin patted the back of his neck.

This is the part that is hard to describe in words.

It was a content that required the user’s delicate senses.

“First of all, the basics are to create rotational force by turning the spearhead.”

Sraagin grabbed the spear pole.

Then, holding the spear horizontally, he slowly began to turn it.

“Using this rotational force, it deflects, deflects, pushes, and pulls the opponent’s weapon. You can stab it after that.”

“Right.”

“Of course, simply turning the window does not create rotational force. It amplifies strength by engaging the muscles and bones of the whole body. Start with your toes.”

Sraagin fixed the spear.

After that, he pressed the end of the spear stick close to his waist and stomped his foot violently, twisting the spear rod.

phut!

A sound like the air breaking.

The spear pole roared and bent in all directions.

“If you do that…”

Sraagin let go of the spear pole.

The wooden spear, protruding into the air, soon began to rotate on the floor.

Wedge liquid!

The spear pole moved so violently that the soil on the floor was scattered here and there.

Aaron just watched the scene with his mouth open.

An elongated bar over 2m.

It draws a circle on the floor and rotates like a whirlpool.

It was an unacceptable sight to his common sense.

“If you polish this spinning spear to the limit, it will become a spiral spear.”

Farr.

The spearhead, which lost its rotational power, slowed its movement and eventually collapsed to the ground.

“I think you know. Why did the weapon bounce off every foot it touched?”

In the book of spears, the metaphor of a typhoon appeared especially frequently.

I couldn’t understand it at the time.

I seemed to know now.

It is a metaphor for this movement of the window.

With that kind of power, it could push and repel everything.

‘Is it the same with pulling?’

Typhoon if rotated outward.

On the other hand, if it rotates inward, it can suck up anything.

That is the abyss that the book of spears was likened to.

‘Ran Nachal.’

A pushing typhoon.

that’s what it is

A swamp from which there is no escape.

that’s me

A flash of lightning in the next moment.

it fills

If you’re just stabbing from a distance, there are limits.

However, if you stab your opponent after crushing their defense and attack, no one will be able to defeat you.

‘Is this spearmanship?’

It felt like opening my eyes.

A refreshing feeling as unknown concepts are reorganized in your head.

But there was a problem.

Understanding and doing it directly were the difference between heaven and earth.

“Where do you try?”

Aaron stood up.

I received the spearhead from Sraagin.

“It’s creating rotational force.”

“Okay.”

Hold the window sill firmly.

left hand forward. right hand back.

He held out the spear with his knees lightly bent.

I started slowly turning the window clockwise.

“…”

Sraagin’s eyes narrowed.

“It is not turning. It rotates.”

“…what difference does it make?”

“You just saw it.”

It was.

Right now, Aaron is just turning the spear with his own power.

It is not ‘rotating’.

If I let go of the window sill here, it just falls off.

Even if I let go of the spear, I was not given enough rotational force to draw a spiral with my own power.

“You’re a beginner, so you can’t do that much. But if you force yourself to move like that, you can’t do it.”

“…I’ll try.”

don’t force it to move.

Let it move naturally.

Aaron tried to follow the order.

Silently, time passes.

how long has it been

By the time sweat started to form on Aaron’s forehead.

Sraagin said flatly.

“Don’t you know how to make power?”

“how to make?”

“The stab is quite sharp.”

I don’t know what Sraagin was questioning.

Aaron decided to be honest.

“I just practiced the set moves.”

“You mean you just randomly memorized the order of movements and postures?”

“exactly.”

An emotion flashed in Thragin’s eyes.

“So you’re saying you can’t stab properly if you don’t have the right posture?”

“….”

“You just memorized formulas without knowing the principles?”

I don’t know the principle of stabbing.

I just had to memorize the formula.

‘is it.’

That might be right.

Aaron is just practicing the standard stabbing posture indefinitely.

why do you have to be like that

I didn’t know why I had to hold the spear like that, breathe like that, or step like that.

“indeed. It was like telling a guy who couldn’t even walk to run.”

“…”

“Give me the window again.”

Aaron obediently held out his spear.

“Look at what I’m doing now.”

Sraagin fixed the spear.

Suddenly.

phut!

A hole was punched in the head of the scarecrow, who was far away.

“Can you?”

“Just now…”

Aaron stood still.

“again.”

Sraagin put his left arm behind his back.

The state of holding the spear pole with only the right hand.

I didn’t even position myself properly.

It’s just that the spear is hanging down while standing upright.

in that situation.

phut!

The tip of the spear plunged sharply into the scarecrow’s heart.

“This?”

“How did you…?”

It was a stab.

It was a sharp and piercing stab that could be called an example of spearmanship.

The problem isn’t that.

‘Standing still with one right hand with your left arm behind your back?’

Posture was messed up.

Not much of a mess.

It wasn’t even looked at.

It is absolutely impossible for Aaron.

To him, the thrust was a blow that was delivered after making a precise and perfect posture.

It wasn’t an attack that flew without any rules or order like that.

“It seems that he just memorized posture without knowing how to create strength or the principle of stabbing.”

“…”

“This will turn. It’s the same as trying to cook without knowing what sugar and salt are.”

Sraagin let out a long sigh.

Soon, a voice leaked out, not knowing whether it was talking to himself or lamenting.

“Usually, if you memorize the formula, you will know the principle. Are you saying that your senses are dull?”

“Is it that serious?”

Thragin was lost in thought, his arms crossed.

It was a sight that Aaron’s voice couldn’t reach.

“If I had mastered stabbing that much, I wouldn’t have known it. If so, is there a lack of innate sense? Is it the same as a person who wants to be a cook who can’t taste the taste? Umm…”

Sraagin’s words to himself pierced Aaron’s heart like a needle.

I didn’t know the exact meaning, but I knew it was part of his talent.

“…”

He knew well that his talent was inferior.

However, if it was enough to give the person who taught me that kind of trouble, I could also see that the lack of it was not ordinary.

so that.

“It’s useless.”

The sudden boy’s words.

Aaron didn’t immediately respond.

“Everything you do is for nothing.”

right after.

The boy who appeared without a sign smiled brightly.

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