A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 381

Enkrid stared at the tip of Aisia’s extended sword.

It was the same as before.

Aisia’s body disappeared, leaving only the blade. Only the very tip remained, obscuring his vision. His sense of distance vanished. Aisia was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, the tip of the sword began to waver.

Was this how it would start?

Why?

‘Because my words provoked her?’

It sounded as if she were telling him to prove it.

Steady breathing, a wall to overcome without killing, the words of the ferryman, the wavering sword tip.

The trembling point split apart. It appeared multiple times.

He imagined striking each one down.

Each version of himself doing so was different.

He became Rem, then Ragna, then Jaxon.

As he faced the sword tip’s aim, the characteristics of those he mimicked became vividly clear. It was natural—this was the process of learning and mastering.

Rem’s method was playing along.

Jaxon would clear the board before it was even set and fight only on his own stage.

Ragna smothered his opponent’s will with his own.

Enkrid followed them one by one.

For over three hundred times today, he had repeated this process again and again.

They seemed different, yet they were the same.

Why could Rem and Ragna do this?

‘It’s instinct.’

It was possible because they possessed refined and precise senses.

Whether it took the form of Jaxon’s five heightened senses or only manifested when gripping a sword like Ragna’s, the conclusion remained the same.

Enkrid honed that precision. After all that, he had come full circle.

“This bastard?”

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