Original God's Dark Priest

Si Ke Ke's words about sneak attack sounded like sophistry, but Ying thought it made sense, so the third training session began.

This was the final training, and Ying was extremely alert, trying to control her emotions during the battle.

In fact, it is not entirely accurate to say that it is emotion. To be precise, it is the control of thoughts and attention.

It seems like nonsense to concentrate and control your thoughts during battle. After all, in a life-and-death fight, not concentrating is tantamount to seeking death.

But the time that people can concentrate is limited. Once this time point is exceeded, attention will begin to disperse and thoughts will begin to fly.

Just like Ying now.

After a long period of training, Ying had only one thought in her mind, which was to focus on fighting.

She maintained this state for a long time and realized how difficult it was to maintain this state for a long time.

She couldn't help but look back at Silk, and remembered what Surtloch said: "You still have too much confusion in your heart, so next, my training for you will be more severe.

Until you are able to lock away unnecessary emotions, kill your fragile self, and become the complete master of that body."

She seemed to see the tall figure looming behind Silkok. It was a mountain pressing on Silkok's heart, an almost invincible man named Surtloch.

"Has Si Ke Ke also gone through such training? How harsh a training must be to make a person strong enough to fully control his own emotions and achieve pure rationality?" Ying began to feel confused and curious.

She didn't realize that when she had this thought, she could no longer concentrate and her limit had been reached.

After subconsciously dodging an attack, Ying heard Si Ke Ke's words: "Stop, stop here, I can tell from the look in your eyes that you already have distracting thoughts in your mind.

This is normal. It is difficult for humans to focus on the same thing for a long time. They will always reach their limits. Keeping calm may seem simple, but it is actually more tiring than swinging a sword or using elemental power. "

After hearing what Si Ke Ke said, Ying realized that she had reached her limit. She leaned on the ground with her sword, feeling her current state.

Pain, fatigue, difficulty, confusion...all kinds of emotions seemed to have found an outlet and flooded into her heart, making her brain dull and she began to feel sleepy unconsciously.

At her current state, there would be no gain from continuing training. Si Ke Ke looked at Ying who was struggling to support herself and asked her to go back and rest.

Relax in moderation, alternating between relaxation and tension, this is the best rhythm.

There is no benefit in blindly practicing, and Si Ke Ke knows this better than anyone.

Because she had been caught in the rain, she wanted to hold an umbrella for others.

"Breaking through your own limits is success for you. You can feel proud and happy, and sleep well in this mood." After saying the soothing words, Silkock's expression softened a little.

Ying nodded slightly. She had never experienced this feeling before. It’s not that she had never been trained before, but this kind of training was the first time for her.

Compared with Silkok's training method, Saphir's training and teaching of her was actually much simpler and more brutal.

Saphir won't give too many verbal prompts. The most common thing to do is to give her a guardian blessing and then throw her into the group of monsters.

With the blessing of protection, Ying will not be injured, but pain is still inevitable. Because of the pain, she will learn lessons and start thinking about how to avoid pain. Ying's combat ability is honed through such pains.

There is no rules, no routine, it's all just on-the-spot reaction.

Looking at Ying's exhausted back, Si Keke fell into deep thought.

She could sense Ying's potential, and could see that her swordsmanship showed signs of transformation, but she couldn't tell exactly what the transformation was. She suspected that Saphir was planning to teach Ying some swordsmanship.

But since that person himself didn't even use a sword, what kind of swordsmanship could he teach? She was very curious, so she decided to wait and see.

Lying down on the mat, Ying soon fell into a deep sleep. She was too tired and extremely exhausted, which left her with no energy to think about anything. She fell asleep almost in the blink of an eye.

When she regained consciousness, Ying found herself once again in Silk's inner world.

It is still a desolate, strange world shrouded in fog.

Ying was already used to this, but this time, the little guy who always appeared in front of her did not appear. She looked around but still did not find the familiar figure.

Since she didn't know how to leave anyway, she decided to just walk around.

"As expected of Senior Sister Silk, she can actually kill such a terrifying giant!"

"I heard that Senior Sister was seriously injured because of this. Is that true?"

“Of course, as soon as her injury healed, she immediately started practicing sword again.

It is said that Master also lost an arm and a leg, but he still managed to climb out of the trough. Senior Sister Silk is really becoming more and more like Master."

There were whispers in my ears, it was the conversation between unknown people.

Ying lowered her eyes slightly, thinking in her heart, does Surtloch have other disciples?

"That's great! When can I be like Master and Senior Sister Silk? Always so calm, always so strong..."

The tone was full of longing and childish innocence.

Ying curled the corners of her mouth slightly. Are they like them?

That's not a good thing.

"Becoming a weapon in combat is indeed a great improvement in combat itself, but for humans, it is extremely painful."

"War is for the sake of not having to go to war in the future, fighting is for the sake of not having to fight in the future. Always remember the meaning of fighting."

"Don't destroy your humanity just to improve your strength. Don't forget that when you achieve your goal, you are first and foremost a 'human'."

“The biggest difference between humans and machines is that humans have emotions and thoughts, which is the most valuable thing about humans.”

Saphir's words were still vivid in Ying's mind, and a sense of enlightenment gradually emerged in her heart.

There are many ways to become stronger. Saphir chose the way of stimulating wildness and animality. The same was true for teaching Ying. She did not interfere too much, but just watched from the sidelines, her understanding of the use of the sword and the combat itself.

She never stressed the need to restrain her inner feelings, because she never felt that this was a burden.

"You can be lazy, you can slack off, you can even live your life carelessly. These are the lives you choose. I will not let you live according to my ideas."

"No matter what happens in the future, I can protect you. This is my confidence. Even if a natural disaster strikes, even if the black tide drowns you and me, I will hold you tightly. Before my body and soul are annihilated, you will be fine."

"Because, in this life, you are my firefly."

Failure always runs through life, and there is no one in this world who is always undefeated. Saphir has never thought about how strong or powerful Ying is. She just wanted her to have a good time on this journey.

This is an unspoken preference.

Ying continued to walk forward, and gradually, a different scene appeared in front of her eyes.

She felt as if she had become another person, a person holding a broken blade but still refusing to stop swinging the knife.

Hearing her own panting, Ying realized that she had put herself in Silkock's shoes.

His body had long been overdrawn, and heavy gasps came from his throat. His lungs were like old bellows, and every breath he took brought about a heart-wrenching pain. Along with the pain came the whistling sound similar to the mountain wind in the forest as his breath passed through the obstruction of his respiratory tract.

Stop, Silk, you've reached your limit, stop, don't hold on any longer.

"Not enough! You haven't done well enough. You are far from worthy of the title of a strong man."

Enough! Stop pushing her. Don't you see how much pain she is in?

"Silkcock, have you become a brave and optimistic person?"

That's her mother's voice, so gentle. Silk must have had a happy and wonderful childhood.

"Think about us. So many people died in that fire, and you are the only one who survived."

It's not her fault to be alive, isn't she a victim?

"Don't take your eyes off the sword. You are not yet qualified to rest!"

Ying felt like her brain was about to explode. Si Keke...did she live under such pressure every day?

As a survivor of a destroyed civilization, what did she do wrong? Wasn't she just a child at that time?

Ying was shocked and angry, and felt that it was simply unreasonable. She wanted to vent and quarrel, but she also knew that it was all in vain.

The dead have never forced the living. All of this is just a hurdle in the heart of the living, a hurdle that she has not been able to overcome until now.

Pain, regret and self-blame tormented her all the time, urging her to move forward and forcing her to do her best.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she also had the right to pursue the life she wanted.

These voices were not from any specific person; they were shackles that transformed into chains that bound Silkoku tightly, imprisoning her soul and her heart.

"I have so many questions. I want to take a spaceship to explore the universe and listen to the answers from the stars! When I grow up, I will definitely be able to..."

You have grown up and experienced a lot, which can be considered adventures, but you... are not happy.

“After this time, you must say goodbye to your past self again and become stronger.”

……

"Run, Silk, and keep running until you die—"

……

Ying ran forward subconsciously, thousands of words gathered in her mind, like a tangled ball of thread, with no way out and no end.

Ying breathed hard, and in a blink of an eye, the surroundings were a sea of fire.

She turned her head again, and the control of her body returned to her hands: "It's over."

The nightmare-like experience ended, and Ying's mind became clear.

What she had been unable to understand just now became extremely clear now. No matter how complicated her thoughts were, no matter how sharp her words were, they all gathered in her mind and finally turned into one sentence: "This path is not the right one."

Continuing forward, this time, I saw the familiar wooden tables and chairs as well as the gorgeous tea sets.

A table, three chairs, a teapot and three teacups.

"Witch's Tea Party." Ying immediately recognized the owner of the tea set, "Alice?"

"Well...what should I do? First, I need to think of a new identity for you." Alice's voice was distressed and she seemed very conflicted.

After thinking for a while, she continued, "Since we can't call ourselves outsiders, how about saying 'from underground'?"

"Not very good. That's Kanriya over there underground." A familiar voice answered her.

Ying almost cried out when she heard the voice: "Sapphire? No, the tone doesn't sound like... Is it Su? Was she there that year?"

Alice didn't care about Su's rebuttal: "Doesn't Kanria have a motto? We go to the universe or go down to the abyss. There is no difference, because they are all unknown darkness."

"Since I'm on this planet, I will abide by its rules." Si Ke Ke had no objection, but just spoke lightly.

Silk's answer made Alice very satisfied: "I'm glad that you think so. It saves me a lot of trouble. In return, let me give you a piece of advice, emmmm, although you may not want to hear it.

Rather than improving your strength, it’s better to pay more attention to yourself occasionally.”

“…” Silkock remained silent.

Su spoke up: "Ignoring won't solve the problem. She is always there. Maybe you feel that no matter you look at her or ignore her, she is there and will always be there.

But if this continues, you will gradually no longer be able to find her or hear her voice.

Maybe now you think that is a good thing...

But... believe me, you don’t want to see that day come.”

Silk still didn't answer, as if she knew that persuasion was useless. Alice picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put it down again: "The pain of the past should not become a shackle today."

"Being strong should never be the primary purpose of life, living should be." Su stood up and put the chair back in place, "Of course, you won't be able to listen to me now, after all, you have been following that pervert for too long, but it doesn't matter, you will figure it out eventually.

In the future, you will encounter many difficulties, confusions and doubts, and you will also meet another me.

Although I cannot guarantee her strength, but...if you want help, go find her. She may not be good at teaching people, but I believe she will tell you what you lack. "

The last memory ended, and everything returned to normal.

Ying lowered her eyes, clenched her fist slightly, and a bladeless sword appeared in her hand.

This is the sword that has been with her since she woke up. Even after so long, she still keeps it carefully.

“The purpose of fighting is to avoid unnecessary fights in the future.

Being strong is to deter villains and avoid being unable to cope with unexpected situations.

But becoming stronger should be a means rather than an end. There is no limit to being stronger. So what if you are the best in the world? Aren’t there gods in heaven?

You can't be invincible, and becoming strong shouldn't be someone's destiny.

With just one thought in my mind, I slashed out with a sword, severing thousands of thoughts...

I wish the three thousand waters along the Arakawa River could ferry my soul under my sword.

May the mud cover up the quarrels, and the dry bones give birth to... a mandala."