Transmigrated As The Final Villain of a Death Game-Chapter 146: Sword Training [ 5 ]

"Sword Heart?"

He nodded repeatedly.

"Yep! Big sis said it’s when your mind and body are one with the sword."

Thinking over it for a moment, I said:

"So like I can use Sword Intent without needing to do the imagination part?"

I figured that what he meant to say was that my sword and body were one with my mind.

Sword Intent worked when I infused my will into the sword.

Could Sword Heart be like a permanent Sword Intent where the will is always there?

Obviously, that would need a lot of practice and repetition, but I’m not a stranger to any of that since I busted my ass off in kendo.

Though, as I began to enter a state of brainstorming, Eric stepped up and gently bonked me over my horns with his sword.

"Snap out of it, junior. Start swinging your sword or you’ll become lazy."

I raised a brow.

"Aren’t you going to tell me how Sword Heart works?"

"I would, but... I don’t know."

Eric smiled sheepishly.

"Big sis only said Sword Heart is the next step after Sword Intent. She said it should come naturally. Good luck, junior."

With that, he tip-toed back and hopped onto one of the smaller boulders, observing me like some villainous young master.

At first, I kind of disliked the kid, since he was overly arrogant, but after spending some time with him, I think I get why.

He had a fear of demons.

But treating a demon like a lackey probably helps him cope with his trauma.

It just so happened that I looked like a demon.

He was a really mature kid, and for that, I respected him.

Though, I can’t say he’s a really good instructor.

Still, since I felt like I was right on the money, I approached a new section of the wall that was completely untouched, then focused up.

At first, I swung my sword down several times, getting a good feel for it, then I switched to Sword Intent.

A small gash appeared on the wall, and with every slash, the gashes began deepening and widening, until eventually, I slashed my sword horizontally, creating a several-meter-wide yet thin line.

I knew I was good at this, so I decided to try a different approach.

Kendo.

All the stances I’ve practiced, and all the time I’ve spent learning every movement and variation I could.

Entering the most basic downward slash posture, I closed my eyes, took a step forward, then slashed down.

CLANG!

Again.

CLANG!

Again...

CLANG!

***

CLANG!

I reopened my eyes and stared at my callus-filled hands, then glanced over at the wall, which didn’t even have a single scratch on it.

Repetition.

Endless repetition.

Glancing up at the night sky, a slight smile appeared on my face.

I missed this feeling.

Though even after 10,000 slashes, I didn’t really feel satisfied.

But at the very least, I was determined to get back into the rhythm of training once again.

"Hmm..."

Should I try Sword Heart now?

Frankly, I figured out how to do it only a couple minutes after I began my training again.

And it was as Aliyah had said.

It came really naturally.

Sword Intent focused on imagining an attack, and then making it reality.

But if you already know every minor detail of the attack because of endless practice...

I stared at the unscratched wall, then raised my sword above my head.

At the same time, I activated Sword Intent.

Except unlike always, where I would first imagine the attack, I let the intent mirror my current movement.

Both in reality and in the Sword Intent space, I had my sword above my head.

Then, I quickly brought the sword down, piercing the stone as though it was butter, before finally stopping just a few inches from piercing the ground.

I silently pulled the sword out and inspected the crack.

It was as if the stone made a perfect mold out of my wooden sword.

"..."

This was probably the most perfect slash I’ve ever made.

There weren’t any wasted movements or excess power.

It served its purpose to cut the wall, just as I had wanted it to.

My Sword Intent perfectly synced up with me, and now, no matter what kind of movement I made, the same movement was mirrored in the Sword Intent space.

I didn’t even need to focus on it for it to be active.

Though, I instinctively felt like this was only limited to basic moves for now, as I had just unlocked the Sword Heart.

So something like Kevin’s swordsmanship... it wouldn’t work.

Like all things swordsmanship-related, I needed to keep practicing Sword Heart to use the special swordsmanships the right way.

Since I was more than satisfied with my progress, I glanced to the side.

Eric had fallen asleep on the rock. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Chuckling, I walked up to him, picked him up, and carefully took him back to the cave.

I passed by Clementine, who was still enhancing her Soul Weapons at the table, and eventually reached Eric’s room, set him down on his bed, and after putting a blanket on him, I left his room.

Doing a little stretch, I sat down opposite Clementine and rested my chin on the table as the exhaustion finally began to kick in.

"Ugh... I’m bored..."

Clementine raised a brow.

"As you can see, I’m not. But since you’re sooo~ bored, could you make me some dinner?"

I let out a sigh and met her gaze.

"Anything specific you want?"

She tilted her head slightly.

"Mmm... I’m kind of craving some sweets."

Like the good cook that I am, I stepped into my dimensional ring.

There were three energy-sealed coffins off to the side, where the Vermillions’ bodies were.

I figured the smell would mess up the rest of what was in my dimensional ring, so I didn’t want to risk anything.

Sorting through some barrels, I took out a sealed jar of cookies and then plopped it down on the table.

Like the cute glutton that Clementine was, she stopped everything that she was doing and began chomping down on the delicious cookies, and all the while, I just watched her.

I was a little hungry.

But seeing her eat made me full.

After a few minutes, the jar of cookies was gone, and Clementine just smiled in satisfaction.

Then, she leaned back in her seat and kicked up her feet, almost like this was her home.

Except it was Aliyah’s.

The literal Sword Saint’s.

"What’s got you feeling so brave?"

"Oh, it’s nothing~"

Clementine’s smile widened.

"It’s just that I looked through Vincent’s ring, and I found something really interesting."