Distraught and dragging his weak and weak body back to the dormitory, Arthur saw his roommate Lancelot waiting.
"What happened? Are you really fired? What are you going to do next?" Lancelot asked worriedly.
"I don't know, I'll just have to figure it out." The young man didn't hear his friend's words clearly, so he answered absentmindedly. His answer was unexpectedly correct.
"Here." Lancelot took out a bag, "This is the money I have saved over the past few years. Although it is not much, it is enough for you to spend for a while. You should take more care in the future."
Arthur was stunned for a while, and then he understood the reason why Lancelot gave him the money, so he flatly refused: "Forget the money, things are not what you imagined."
"No?" The blond boy was confused for a while.
Arthur's frown relaxed in relief. He paused and said a profound sentence: "No matter what happens in the future, no matter how crazy the world changes - Lancelot,
You will always be my best friend."
"Why did you suddenly say such unreasonable things?" Lancelot said with an embarrassed look on his face, "Isn't this kind of thing a matter of course? You have been my bad friend since childhood, and this bad relationship must continue.
Go down."
Arthur just held Lancelot's hand and said calmly: "Lancelot, please remember that I will remember you as a friend at any time. One day, when I become the strongest swordsman
When the time comes, when I have the power to change the world, I will come to fulfill a wish for you. I will go through fire and water, no matter what."
"...Well, I'm looking forward to that day coming." Lancelot said this, but in fact he didn't expect anything.
------In the late winter of five years ago, in a square in a slum in Wales.
The falling snowflakes were falling one after another, isolating the two teenagers from the world.
"Forget it, forget it? It's better to practice till here today..." The blond boy looked at the pale boy and asked tremblingly.
"No, go ahead, Lancelot." The pale boy climbed up from the snow. He wiped the blood and snow on his face, "Lancelot, since you are the [strongest], I will definitely
I can’t be weaker than you in a fight. If I can’t even defeat you, I will never be able to accomplish what I want to do.”
"You know that I am [the strongest], but you still want to beat me?" The blond boy asked in confusion. In his eyes, everything the other party did was useless and illogical and stupid.
This blond boy is the son of a great swordsman. He is talented, handsome, and handsome. Although he is only a boy, his fighting skills have already reached the level of proficiency.
The pale young man in front of him was short and thin, with an ordinary appearance that could even be said to be stupid. Although he was already a teenager, he was still weak and thin.
It looked like he would fall over if the wind blew. He even managed to hold the wooden training sword steady with great difficulty.
The pale boy, his thin body, stood up against the biting winter night wind, trying to challenge the blond boy again and again.
The handsome blond boy did not hold any weapons in his hands. He blocked the opponent's attacks with one hand and knocked the opponent to the ground again and again. He seemed to be laughing at the opponent's weakness, "I can beat you with one hand"
!
Of course, the blond boy didn't actually mean to laugh at the other party. However, in the pale boy's heart, the other party's behavior ignited his great anger. It was this anger that allowed him to persist in fighting in the cold winter.
Go down.
------The battle has begun since then, the [weakest] versus the [strongest].
The pale boy said that this blond boy has the [strongest], which is true.
For this blond boy, [Strongest] is his talent, [Prosperity] is his essence, and [Invincible] is his destiny.
As long as he fights alone, no matter who he fights, he will never lose. No matter what he holds in his hand, even a small leaf, it can be turned into a terrifying murder weapon.
Why does this pale boy challenge himself again and again, even though he knows it is "definitely impossible to win"? The blond boy has been wondering.
(What makes you so desperate?)
Scratch, scratch! ------The pale boy attacked frequently. His swordsmanship had not yet taken shape, but his techniques were already very ruthless and precise. In order to preserve his physical strength to the maximum extent, he adjusted the trajectory of each blow minutely.
, make sure to remove all redundant actions.
Push, push! ------ The blond boy blocked with one hand, taking his time and ease. Facing such an opponent, there was no need for him to use all his strength.
(What are you carrying? What do you want to gain? What do you want to achieve?)
"Ha!" The pale boy raised his sword and stabbed forward.
Push again! The blond boy pushed sideways and knocked away the opponent's sword. The opponent immediately lost his balance and fell forward.
(In this world where there are many strong people, how far do you want to go for a weak person like you?!)
"That's enough. If you continue like this, you will feel ------"
The pale boy, who had not completely fallen to the ground, twisted his waist, turned around and slashed with his sword!
"-----Ridiculous!?" The blond boy stretched out his other hand to block in desperation.
The wooden sword was immediately pushed open, detached from the pale young man's hand, spun several times in the air, and stuck diagonally on the snow.
The pale boy also fell on his back in embarrassment. His poor landing posture caused his right arm to break. His fragile arm bones could not bear his own weight, and the bones pierced the flesh from the inside. Blood was immediately stained.
The ground was red.
"Arthur!!!" the blond boy exclaimed, and immediately ran over to check on his friend's injuries.
"How is it, Lancelot?" The pale boy, still lying in the snow, sneered, "You kid finally used your other hand."
He never won. All he got was [Fairness], the [Fairness] that allowed his opponent to take real action against him.
In the next five years, there were a total of 35,427 duels between the pale boy and the blond boy.
The pale boy had lost thirty-five thousand four hundred and twenty-six games, and had only one draw...
------Fate has never been fair. The strong are destined to be strong from birth. The weak are also destined to be weak from birth.
Lancelot knows Arthur's weakness better than anyone else, and he also knows Arthur's strength better than anyone else.
He looked at Arthur's retreating figure, feeling only endless uneasiness in his heart.
------Where on earth is such a weak yet powerful monster going?