The feeling of being special, whether it is a desire or an awareness, is common.
As a child, you may have many opportunities to feel this way even as a child with dreams and hopes, and even as an adult, you may feel this way when you have achieved something great.
However, there is one thing you should pay attention to in your thoughts.
That time is "special" and not the "peak".
Think about it.
Is there anything in the world that can be mastered by a single factor?
At least I don't know.
To give you an example, let's say that there is a person who is an outstandingly good baseball player, especially in youth baseball or high school baseball.
There is no doubt that his talent is one of the best in his youth and high school baseball days.
When he is just starting out, he learns better than anyone else, or he is noticeably better than others.
People make a distinction between calling him a genius and calling him special.
That's certainly not the right word.
It's right, too, in my opinion.
But that doesn't mean that a player with that kind of talent can't pitch with machine-like control from the start.
It doesn't mean he can hit a home run out of the park.
Nor can they steal a base that no one else can prevent.
And moreover, it's impossible for you to reach that realm with just one try.
If you could do such a thing from the start, there would be more geniuses in the world.
Because you have talent, you will spare no effort to reach the top.
Those who spare no effort will not achieve anything.
Those who have the talent of genius have only a short way to go.
Never.
You may be special, but you're not the strongest, are you? Let's remember that. Let's remember that.
Just because you are stronger than your past self does not mean that stage is the end point.
Just because you gained the special power of the magical crest, you have stepped into a higher realm.
Special is only special.
There are so many levels above that in this company that it's a hassle to count them.
I know it's exciting, but it's time to calm down.
As for me, I was fighting one of the strongest right from the start, and instead of getting a tengu, I got my stake buried in the ground.
No, Suela had beaten me up before that, so I didn't have time to get this carried away.
"Oh, I'm a Japanese.
When you think about it, this black man's reaction also looks pretty cute.
The way he desperately stands up to deny the reality of his situation shows guts more than a little bit of cheekiness.
You've got a great physique and confidence in your strength.
You've been in a lot of fights and fights, given your rough character.
Depending on your magical aptitude, you'd make a good vanguard if trained in choosing a great sword.
He has a bit of a racist mindset, but that level of thinking can be corrected.
He was only a few minutes into the fight.
The black man, who brought out a huge sword to match his six-foot-tall frame, was swung around by the sheer weight of his size and quickly used up all of his energy.
All I had to do was...
"And then what? Are you satisfied?
He didn't move a step from the spot, and just continued to pass it off with the swordbreaker in his right hand.
With a cool face and one hand.
You don't sweat as you play with your sword breaker.
But this sword breaker is quite nice.
It's so useful that the giants took pains to make it.
I'd like to have it as an auxiliary weapon.
If I didn't go for the story, it would be excellent...it would give me time to think about something else.
"d*mn you!
That's also true, compared to Evvia and her instructors, his attacks are not as halting, but there's about as much difference between a pedestrian and a jet fighter.
There's no need to say which is which, it's more of a problem if you can't prevent such an attack.
You'll be able to deal with the desperate attacks easily.
I acknowledge the guts of your attack despite the fact that you are breathing hard and feeling very heavy.
Still, reality is what it is.
You'll be able to catch the large sword as it comes down from behind you, grabbing the black man by the collar as he drifts behind you, pulling him close and placing the blade around his neck, not caring if he's choking.
'Nuh-uh!
Well, I've won.
Five minutes, which is more or less enough time for the woman I just met.
If I had that much time, I could have tested five of them.
I haven't lost yet!
"No, because we lost.
When the black man was too late to understand what had happened, he lost his temper and attacked me, so I had no choice but to throw him at the devil's guide.
It's all yours, sir.
"Assigned
And he catches it beautifully.
The size difference is considerable, but the demon guide handles it as lightly as if he were handling a balloon doll.
That's it for the second person, the only one left is .
Finally, it's my turn! A true blow is the last thing to come!
It's Benny.
He happily pulls his sword from its scabbard.
I'm sure he's a Wakizashi, judging by the length of his sword, but he seems to be able to pull it out quite smoothly, which makes me wonder if he's familiar with it.
I'm sure he loves swords, so maybe that's what he's training for.
It's just that... ......
"Hey, hands. I'll ruin a sword.
I can't help but feel a sense of discomfort.
The way he pulls out a sword or holds it up looks great, but what is this strange feeling?
"Hey, that's a great test piece.
You can't say that, but if it's used in a fun way like that, then the sword must be very desirable.
"d*mn, it's no use.
Remembering the discomfort, I thought that I might be an incredible newcomer, so I was cautious and chose a sword that was close to the familiar mineral tree length.
Now that you've gotten permission from Hans, let's get into the swing of things.
Then, last thing.
"Ah! Let's go!
True to what I said to Benny, when I'm done, I'm going to go back to work on the test.
However, it's a little different from the last time, and I'm not going to be there to finish immediately, but to help you learn a little.
I thought it was too much work, but I thought it would be a nice change of pace.
Simple tasks are terrible when you get bored.
Set up for a fight to finish it off.
As soon as Benny comes down, you pull out your sword and cut off its blade.
I breathe, focus my attention, synchronize my heartbeat, and my nerves become sensitive enough to recognize every drop of blood.
Slowly, I guess my perceptions have quickened.
Benny's movements slowed, and I watched his every move as if in a frame-by-frame motion, a sword that would swing up and down from the top step.
I strain my legs to match it.
Ah.
"Huh?
The foot that normally would have stepped out of the way just went weak, and I couldn't help but look at it with a dumbfounded expression on my face.