Love Letter From The Future

1. The First Letter (60)

When I drew my sword, Celine just looked at me with a bewildered expression. It had to be. I’m sure you’ve never been asked to train with a real sword all of a sudden.

Even more so, it was after the two of us had a big fight. There were even traces of tears in Celine’s eyes. And even with her crying voice, Celine seemed to have suffered in her own way.

From before, when I was angry, Celine would come first and comfort me. It seems like he tried to do that today, but it didn’t make any sense.

Anyway, the relationship between Celine and Seria was like a time bomb planted. It was nothing to say that it was not an argument, but even a sword fight. Conflicts could not be resolved simply by getting angry and apologizing a few times.

Then there was only one answer.

There was only one thing that could give him a reason to surrender, and the only thing that could make the swordsman surrender.

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Jin Sword Dalian.

No verbal skills, no social skills, no need for anything. Only the battle between blade and blade was clean and without any gossip.

Celine still had a puzzled look on her face. She stuttered and opened her mouth.

“That, this, brother Ian… this, this?”

“Literally, let’s fight with a real sword.”

Her tawny eyes blankly followed my scabbard as it rolled across the ground. Then he looked at me again, and how many times did he look at me alternately?

A smirk escaped Celine’s mouth. she asked me

“… … why?”

“You won’t understand it even if you say it anyway. It’s not the end if you avoid the situation… And again, you looked unfair when you argued with Seria.”

I corrected my posture. Swordplay forward, eyes focused only on the opponent.

Celine still hasn’t pulled out her sword. But it was clear that she would soon draw her sword. It was because that was not the only condition for a duel.

“Cleanly, let’s end it with a real sword. The bet is that whoever loses will grant one wish.”

“… … wish?”

“Yes, wish. whatever.”

At those words, Celine’s eyes flashed with mixed emotions. It was the sight that started replaying this and that. It was obvious what she was thinking about.

I thought it might be a wish to cut ties with Seria.

Of course, wishes that exceed the limit should be adjusted to an appropriate level, but if Celine really wanted to, she had the idea of reducing the frequency of meeting Seria. Only then can the promise be fulfilled.

Celine seemed to have finished the calculation soon. Her tawny eyes narrowed bleakly.

I meant to come out sincerely. Her hand went to her waist.

“… … What is the win/loss decision?”

“Until the other person acknowledges it.”

“Don’t get hurt and cry, oppa Ian.”

There was no prosecutor who was not prepared to shed blood while holding a sword. I only nodded at Celine’s eerie warning.

I also had my own calculations. Before I lost my memory, Celine and I were on the same level. And now I have achieved remarkable growth compared to then.

It even had a hand axe as a secondary weapon, so its strength in combat was more than that. Of course, there are variables, but the probability was high that I would win.

Yes, most likely. I held onto my heart to be somewhat complacent, and opened my mouth.

“then… start!”

“Pot,” my signal dropped, and at the same time, two new models kicked the ground. Celine hasn’t drawn her knife yet. It was meant to see the match with foot swordsmanship.

However, since the Balgeom basically had a series attack in mind, once the flow was blocked, it was not easy to reverse it. I decided to block Celine’s sword with all my might from the beginning.

It didn’t take a long time for time to flow as if it had stopped.

It was because Celine and my new model collided. The extremely compressed space opened up as if it were exploding the moment I applied strength to the hand holding the sword handle.

Finish as early as possible. There was a high risk of injury in sparring with a real sword. The earlier it was finished, the less scars it would have on me or Celine.

My sword, which I had decided on, cut down with the maximum amount of magical power it could contain. A solid silver line took the starting point. And at that moment, Celine’s arm muscles pulled.

Then crash.

An intense shockwave exploded with the sound of blades engaging. It was more like an explosion. I couldn’t help but open my eyes at that moment.

The power of the sword was beyond imagination. If you draw from the bottom and draw from the top, the electron with added weight is usually more advantageous. However, Celine’s sword, which belonged to the latter, was overwhelming my sword with its power.

It wasn’t a sword with a series of attacks in mind. A blow completed by itself.

Bang, with the sound of magic power colliding with magic power, my sword surged as if it were being thrown out. If the serial attack continued like this, it was over. I gritted my teeth and deliberately broke my posture.

In the gap where my body collapsed, Celine’s second blow followed. Her tawny eyes were chasing me fiercely.

Then, with all his might, the blow was struck once again.

I had to roll to the ground and get out of the spot. And with a thump, dust rose like an explosion.

The sound of compressed air exploding rang in my ears once more. I hurriedly got up and adjusted my posture, all I could do was stare blankly at Celine.

Was Celine like this? Although the amount of magic power was outstanding, the power of the sword was not up to this level. In terms of its power alone, it could have been compared to Tean.

As the dust settled, Celine could be seen breathing heavily through it. There was a hollow in the dirt in the center of where she struck the sword. It was as if a bomb had hit it.

“Hey you… Did you take any elixir?”

“What, haha, what a sound… … ?”

Celine wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and gave me a puzzled look.

“Ian oppa, whoa… did you teach me In order to use my magical power the best, ha, I heard that I have to put all my power into one blow.”

So, I only swung the sword twice, but I wondered if it was because I was out of breath. If I used my magic like water, the consumption of my stamina would inevitably be extreme.

Investing all of that outstanding magic power into power, it was terrifying. This is the advice I gave, and it was very good advice.

The only problem was, I couldn’t remember ever giving that advice.

No matter how much I look back, if I can’t remember, there is only one answer. A cold sweat ran down my back.

It meant something he had done while losing his memory. Then Celine realized. Instead of obsessing over speed or combo strikes, let’s increase the power of each sword attack by striking mana.

It was the most difficult type to deal with for me, with only average mana. Without knowing that, he was so confident that he requested training with a real sword, so it wasn’t strange that Celine readily accepted it.

Ian Percus, this idiot cub. What the hell were you doing while you lost your memory?

Even if I muttered curse words in my heart, the reality in front of me did not change. Celine caught her breath once again, and pointed the sword at me.

“Watch out, Brother Ian… As much as I do my best, it’s hard for me to stop in the middle.”

“No, if you feel uneasy, you can quit… … .”

However, my timid proposal did not reach Celine. Because before that, she had kicked the ground and rushed at me.

Although it was rather small, it received less air resistance, so Celine’s rush was fast. Fortunately, most of the magic was invested in increasing the power of the sword, so it was slower than usual.

Of course, that wasn’t a critical weakness. Anyway, the purpose of the rush was to secure the distance to divide the battle. And the power of the sword that Celine wielded made her avoid the battle itself.

If they collided, they would just bounce off, just like before. Even though I did my best. In that case, it was better to avoid it.

Celine’s sword fell again, drawing a vertical line. From the sky to the ground, it was an exemplary downward cut. Its power, on the contrary, belonged to the rapid side.

A thump, and an amplitude that echoed the ground again. I saw the imaginary trajectory drawn in front of me and had already twisted my body to narrowly avoid the sword.

Even so, the aftermath alone felt as if my skin would be ripped apart. Once such an attack was permitted, it could not be revived. It wasn’t an injury, it was a plate where you had to worry about your life.

I gritted my teeth to keep my balance on the shaking ground. Then, aiming for an opening, he thrust his sword into Celine’s forearm.

It wasn’t Celine who would be treated kindly. Celine crouched down, tugging at the sword buried in the ground. Even if it wasn’t so, it’s a small body, but I couldn’t see a gap to enter the sword.

Celine passed in front of me as if rolling straight ahead. Then, as he rolled on the ground, he put the sword he had embraced back into the scabbard.

It comes again. It was a foot sword.

Celine’s body came crashing down on me. In the next moment, Celine’s scabbard shone once more.

Celine’s surge, which gained momentum, was faster than I expected. Lacking time to respond, I gritted my teeth and drew my sword down again.

I knew it was a shortcut to defeat, but I couldn’t help it. There was no way to block Celine’s sword right away.

My sword flew through the air with a bang. A rumbling sound, I deliberately did not tighten my grip. Rather, it was a situation where the sword held with both hands was held down with only one hand.

The rest of the hand has to go to the waist. Immediately, a hatchet was pulled from my waistband.

A sharp silver trail was drawn between Celine and me. Celine did her best to avoid my hatchet by tilting her upper body slightly backwards. The front of her dress was slightly cut.

It would be nice if they continued to attack, but the possibility that Celine would follow up could not be ruled out. I couldn’t deal with it with a sword, but it was absurd to receive a sword of that power with a hatchet.

As if we had promised, Celine and I took a few steps back. Before I knew it, I succeeded in retrieving my sword stuck in the ground.

It was a short battle. But even that alone made Celine take a deep breath, and I also had to break out in a cold sweat.

Selene gasped and sheathed her sword. It seemed that he was thinking of betting a match with the foot sword technique again.

“… … That hatchet, mandible, formidable, hehe… isn’t it?”

“I want to curse the past me for giving you advice now.”

Celine and I faced each other, wiping the sweat from each other’s faces with our sleeves. Those eyes were still shining brightly. It was like an instinct. That kind of intuition that a decision must come soon.

Celine was unable to engage in a long-term battle due to her limited physical strength, and I was also too risky to engage in more battles and defenses as long as I was behind in absolute magical power. You never know when the sword will fly in the sky again.

If so, the fight would soon come to an end, and my troubles had no choice but to deepen.

Until now, I used to use the hatchet’s unexpectedness well, but now it was impossible. It was because my hatchet became so famous. It was like that even just a moment ago.

If she hadn’t known of my hatchet’s existence, Celine would have been sure of victory as soon as the sword had ricocheted off. But she didn’t do that, and rather avoided the hatchet pulled out of her waist as if it were natural.

There was only one answer. Among the weapons I was holding in both hands, I hung the sword from my waist. There was no sheath, so it was a bit of a hassle, but I couldn’t help it.

Since I was going to be pulled out soon anyway, Celine was looking at me with a hatchet with curious eyes.

For a while, Celine hurriedly corrected her posture, perhaps recalling a scene she had seen once. It was as expected.

With a blast, my hatchet was thrown. The hatchet fired at high speed rushed towards Celine at terrifying speed.

Celine’s scabbard spits fire once more. The sword that shot like a thunderbolt struck the hatchet. With a bang, the hatchet flew sadly through the air.

However, what Celine didn’t expect was that her sword flew after her. Celine’s eyes filled with bewilderment, as if she hadn’t expected to throw away her main armament.

Even so, Celine still had room to spare. Gritting her teeth and twisting her body, she managed to strike the sword.

Once again, the sound of metal colliding with metal, the sword narrowly sank to the ground. However, because she twisted her body too hastily, Celine’s feet were unstable and her center of gravity was centered in one place.

It was only an instant. But it was my only chance.

My eyes followed the falling hatchet. Despite its weight, the hatchet rose to a fairly high altitude and was falling. Having been hit by that mighty sword strike, I might have to say that it was fortunate that I fell even now.

What mattered was the location. Celine’s sword must be drawn from bottom to top. Therefore, the hatchet had no choice but to shoot in the opposite direction. And it was falling in front of me now, drawing a parabola.

With just one leap, my new model, which was running, reached the familiar handle of the axe. If you run like this, you will be late. I threw the hatchet with the force of landing as it was.

Kang, the hatchet hit Celine’s sword roughly. Even so, it was Celine who was not balanced. The sword escaped Celine’s hand with a sudden blow.

Still, Celine was desperate. As much as she wanted to separate Seria and me, she threw herself and rolled on the ground. to hold the sword.

There might be an option to pick up my sword, but the distance between me and her was already very close. She seemed to have chosen to buy a little more time.

But it was too late. I had already started running, and I was able to retrieve my sword from the ground just by bending my upper body, and Celine didn’t have enough time to hold the sword and get her posture.

No matter what I did, my sword had to be fast. My rushing body thrust the sword into Celine’s forearm.

The forearm was not a fatal wound even if stabbed, and it was a suitable part to receive surrender in the real sword sparring because you couldn’t hold the sword anymore. It was also convenient to receive treatment at the temple.

It was a fight that should have ended this way.

If Celine hadn’t tried to swing her sword in a crouching position at the last moment.

It seemed that he had done it carelessly because he wanted to win, but because of that, the position of his body and the collision point of his sword moved subtly.

Not the biceps, but at an angle that stabs the heart.

I couldn’t stop either. If he hesitated to stop the sword now, he would have no choice but to fall victim to that trail.

It was a situation where anyone had to be prepared for a fatal injury.

Recognizing this, my eyes widened momentarily. So was Celine. She must have sensed her fate, so she closed her eyes tightly.

Die. It was at least a fatal injury, a disaster caused by an excessive desire to win. Celine’s body stiffened as she remembered the pain that would follow.

With a whimper, the blade got stuck. Blood spattered. Patter, the sound of dripping blood was heard. And that warmth, that wet fishy smell.

Only then did Celine’s eyes slowly open. The tan eyes stared blankly at me.

Celine’s sword was digging into my forearm. It was a bizarre posture. My swordplay stopped right before Celine’s heart, and in return, Celine’s belated sword pierced my forearm.

At least Celine tried to stop it at the last moment, so it was at this level. The sword of that power was threatening even if it was fired from a collapsed posture. My arm might have been cut off, or perhaps the blade had reached my heart.

So Celine also closed her eyes. It is a matter of life and death. If I survived, I had to be the one who had the choice as the winner’s share.

Even so, I couldn’t bear to wield the sword.

sick. The pain of being burned, the blade half dug into the bone, sent a sharp pain to the nerves without hesitation. It felt like my brain would burn hot like this.

The blood that dripped from his forearm flowed down his hand and over the sword. Just before stabbing Celine in the chest, a drop of blood fell from the point of the knife that had stopped.

Celine held her breath, not knowing what to do. As if he didn’t even realize what the hell this was about or why I was bleeding and not him.

So, I smiled instead.

One day, I was like this to Celine. It was a flower garden, but Celine at that time was very cold, unlike a child.

“… … I won, Celine.”

The brown eyes were staring at me without saying a word. just blankly