Do idiots think they are asleep?

have no idea.

He could not confirm whether he was awake or asleep. The only thing that still existed in his mind was the long-lasting song. Perhaps in fact, the song had stopped for a long time, and the singing girl had disappeared now... But the song was still entangled in his heart, and it could not dissipate for a long time...

The practice continues day after day.

The idiot re-toured the island at six o'clock every morning. He sat in the same place, holding the Animi in his hand, closing his eyes, and thinking about the sword of love.

After two hours of sword enlightenment, his master will appear without surprise. Then, he will conduct a battle practice about the fourth sword, which will last until seven or eight o'clock in the evening. It will be considered the end.

During this period, idiots have practiced very hard. But he still cannot change the habit of directly killing without any mercy after seeing any gap. No matter how many attempts he has been, he can never show mercy to those he does not want to kill. Because past experience tells him that showing mercy to others is always a cruel torture to himself.

What's more, he cannot die. Not only to protect his life, but also to protect bread... He must not allow himself to have any mercy on his enemies. Killing is always the easiest and most fundamental solution.

kill.

Whether it is the black dragon entrenched in the wind and sand, or the key organization that entangles them like a nightmare. As long as you kill them all, you and the bread... will be safe.

Hard practice makes the idiot almost exhausted every day. His opponent is a girl. If he wants to keep up with the girl's speed and strength, he must spend more energy and concentrate than before when he faces the enemy, and never allow himself to make any mistakes.

But every day, after the practice, he would row a boat, face the moonlight and stars, come to the island, and to the pier. He would always sit in the same position, holding the sleepy little bread, and closing his eyes. Then, as if there was a deliberate arrangement, at three o'clock in the morning, a sixteen-year-old girl with a side ponytail, pink hair and light pink pupils appeared, standing next to him as if no one was around, singing softly.

Day by day, day by day. Such days are slowly continuing, and it seems that there is no change, but in fact...

The sword stabbed the neck of the long-haired girl. Just as the girl frowned and sighed slightly, the sword drew a circle in the air, turned suddenly, and stabbed the girl's wrist holding the branch. The change was obviously too sudden. The long-haired girl was stunned for a moment, but she quickly turned her wrist to prepare for the reception. But what she didn't expect was that the idiot's movement suddenly coincided with the sword score of the fourth sword she remembered. His movement no longer became so fast or so fast, but leisurely drew a circle in the air and circled behind the girl with an incredible pace.

Seeing this, the girl finally smiled. She did not dodge or block it. Instead, she quietly waited for the sharp sword to be placed on her shoulders.

“What changed you?”

The girl threw away the branches, carried her hands on her back, looked up at the cloudless sky, and asked with a smile.

“…I haven’t changed, Master.”

The idiot slowly retracted his hand and returned to his wrist.

“No change?”

"...Yes. Because I know that you will not pose a threat to me, and I cannot kill you. During so many days of battle, my fighting spirit may have been eroded, so I tried to slow down and didn't want to assassinate you."

"The fighting spirit... has been wiped out..."

The long-haired girl turned around and looked at the idiot with some guesses and doubts. But the idiot was abnormal and did not look at the girl, but passed by and no longer looked at his master.

"...Is it? A peaceful heart is very important. After all, the sword-creator at that time did want to use countless sword techniques to kill enemies in the early stage, but at the beginning of the fourth sword, he also deliberately wanted to maintain his humanity. Very good. No matter what your reason is, a peaceful heart, a heart that is not arrogant or impatient, and even a heart that cannot be seen on the blade of the sword is indeed very important."

"…yes."

The long-haired girl nodded. Today, she unexpectedly did not continue, but waved her hand to the white wolf and jumped onto its back with one step.

“Master…?”

"Let's just be here today."

The girl sat on the back of the white wolf and said condescendingly—

"For so many days, you need a thorough rest. At present, your fourth sword has already reached a preliminary scale. I don't want you to forget this feeling because you are too tired."

"Go and have some rest. Whether you care about the people who blow the sand, whether it is okay for you, it's up to you to decide."
Chapter completed!