The Universe Is Innately Just 151 Aftermath Part Two

He envisioned himself as a heroic spear user, and his special faculty as a soul cultivator made him synchronize with that persona with no difficulty. That was what made Wind a frightening individual on his own; his capacity to lie and transform his core personality made him capable of adapting in any situation. Although his moves were lacking in technique, what he lacked in practice, he compensated it with his astounding momentum. And soon enough, he lost himself in the joy of the game.

Fell opened his eyes slightly as he began resurfacing from the state caused by the ma.s.s information transfer; his memory was groggy, and it could take him a few seconds to rearrange it. As he got up from his sitting position on the ground, he noticed that he was currently in his mountain peak and understood that he had quit the grounds of the trial by fire. Then as his mind was focused on his fight with the skeleton boss, strange information began popping in his mind in the form of inscriptions. He couldn't make head or tail about them, but whenever he thought about the skeleton boss's action of slas.h.i.+ng through s.p.a.ce, a ma.s.sive wall of information would appear on his head. With that tremendous amount of text came an immense head ache that made him feel like his brain was turning into mud.

"What the heck!", he exclaimed whit both hands placed on his temples. He tried ma.s.saging them for a few seconds to relieve himself, but as long as the image of the skeleton boss's move appeared in his mind, it would be followed by a head ache that would shake his soul. As the action repeated itself twice, he deducted that whenever he would think about the skeleton boss the ma.s.sive wall of information would pop in his mind. With that information in mind, he sat on the floor and tried to clear his thoughts, and after a few seconds of effort, he managed to regain a decent mental clarity.

"This reward…", he mumbled. "I'm not yet qualified to accept it!", he finished before exhaling a silent sight. Nonetheless, he managed to regain some positivity as the gains from the trial by fire weren't limited at the mysterious technique at all. His hand flashed, and his sword appeared in front of him, slightly grasped inside of his palm. As he looked at him, he couldn't help but feel that his link with swords had been strengthened to a whole different degree than it was before. He felt the need to disconnect from the game and take out Soldier's Fortune from its spatial pocket, but he managed to stop himself as he still didn't finish what he planned.

Although after finis.h.i.+ng the trial, he had been mentally tired to a point he had never attained before. The ma.s.s information transfer had put him in a deep sleep that made him regain his stamina and made him simply unable to log out of the game. Furthermore, as his mind grew clearer and clear by the minute, he felt that today was the day where he would finish his placement fights. With that thought affirmed in his mind, he began warming up in the middle of the vast training ground. The first thing he noticed after drawing his sword a few times in front of him was that his foundational skills had solidified even more than before. In his brain, moving his sword and executing basic actions with it had turned into an intrinsic feature in his biology. In a sense, his sword skills had turned into a basic skill his brain could execute with no difficulty. It became a natural expertise he had hardcoded into his core. He only needed to think about his actions, and his muscular memory would kick in and swiftly execute them.

"Hahahah Incredible!", he exclaimed with a juvenile smile on his face. It was an expression of pure, innocent feelings that he had advanced a few more steps in his sword path. Boosted by the exhilaration of his newfound joy, his movements spiked as he accelerated and began das.h.i.+ng everywhere around him. His figure blinked through the fighting platform with a speed that made it difficult for the naked eye to follow, and if anyone were here to see him in his practice, they would have thought that he was piercing through s.p.a.ce itself during his movement.

Soon enough, he accelerated to the point where he attained his top speed. A vast trail of dust was left behind his steps, and sonic booms echoed through the valley one after the other. All along followed with a pearly laugher that would have left anyone dumbfounded. In the middle of his course, for the first time in his life, he felt something hinder his movement. Instinctively he knew that his speed had attained a degree where his body's contact with air created too much strength, causing him to be unable to give his all. He came to a stop in a split second. A tile broke under his feet as he had stopped in a rough manner. The tile began regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye while Fell pondered on a way to solve the air friction problem. He lifted his hand up and laid it on his chin. The glint in his eyes glowed as thousands of thoughts pa.s.sed through his mind in minutes.

"What if I just pa.s.s through s.p.a.ce itself?", he mumbled as he thought about the skeleton boss's spatial slash.