The Recorder in the History of the Type Month

This prophecy was spoken by Kesbah, and the little boy in the prophecy naturally corresponds to Cu Chulainn!

Kesba knew that Kevin, who had been acting very smart from three years ago, must have understood this.

Otherwise, he would not have trained himself so desperately, trying to chase after Cú Chulainn, who possessed the magic sword.

Even with the divine fruit that laid the foundation for him, at most it could make him an excellent warrior. To be more precise, without the magic sword, it would be difficult for him to even enter the Red Branch Knights!

Kevin is not a genius. He is very ordinary. Even at the age of ten, he has been able to enter and exit the forest and kill ferocious beasts in the forest.

Also still very common.

Even if there is a plug-in of the magic sword given by Luger, it is still not uncommon.

After all, this is an era when the gods are everywhere, the heroes are like dogs, and the plug-ins are carried with you!

And in such an era, Cu Chulainn is still one of the most dazzling heroes!

He's a genius, and Kevin, who trains with him, knows it best.

Combat skills that Kevin needed a lot of time to learn, for Cuchulainn, it only took a moment.

You don't even need to learn at all, just look at it, understand it, and even modify it!

Training with him was really humbling, but even so, Kevin persisted for three years until he fully learned to do it.

Kesba left after chatting with Kevin for a while, and until he left, Kevin didn't know what he was here for.

I don't even know that Kesba called Cuchulainn and Connor after returning to the castle, and complained bitterly all afternoon, until they swore never to do it again, didn't want to do it again, and even set up a Geis for it (similar to absolute standards). After the oath to keep), Kesba then gave up.

Then the sky gradually came to an end, the sunset came, and Cuchulainn returned home.

When Kevin saw him, he wanted to ask Kesbah about it, but Cuchulainn was always vague and didn't even dare to look at himself.

Although Kevin felt a little strange about this, he didn't care too much.

Therefore, in his heart at this moment, another person has already been installed.

"Cú Chulainn."

Under the moon, Kevin invited Cú Chulainn outside the house. The two sat on a large rock and looked at the stars in the sky. The breeze was blowing, and their hair was shaking slightly.

"Ok?"

Cu Chulainn looked suspiciously at Kevin who stopped himself, but didn't say anything.

"Three years ago, why did you save me?" After being silent for a while, Kevin said flatly, "Back then, why did you say I was your brother?"

"Now say this?" Cú Chulainn was a little stunned.

"Ah."

"But." Cú Chulainn spared his head in doubt, "I don't remember coming back to you now? ... For no other reason, I will naturally save you when I see you being chased.

By the way, when I talk about this, I think, do you now know what happened to your eyes back then? "

"I don't know." Because of Cú Chulainn's words, Kevin also remembered the voice that sounded in his mind at that time, "Maybe...it's a special kind of magic eye."

It may also be a passer-by welfare plug-in, although this plug-in has been in the past three years, no matter how much I try, there is no response.

To this day, Kevin has basically given up and let it be, anyway, one day, this secret will eventually be revealed.

"Oh." Hearing this, Cú Chulainn responded, feeling a little regretful, because he had seen it before, so he wanted to take a look.

Those are a pair of very beautiful eyes, and with the current Kevin, it will definitely be more eye-catching.

"Cu Chulainn." After another period of silence, Kevin suddenly said, "I may not be going to the training ground from today."

Cu Chulainn was stunned for a moment, looked at Kevin who was calm beside him, fell down, and leaned on the stone: "Oh."

"...Aren't you curious?" Kevin rolled his eyes and fell asleep on the boulder, with his legs crossed and a happy face on Cu Chulainn.

"Curious, but you won't say it."

"..." Kevin retracted his gaze and smiled.

The next morning, Kevin left Ulster and gave the agreed cake to the uncle who was the gatekeeper. The uncle was very happy and carefully put it away, saying that he would take it back to his daughter to eat.

Outside the forest, Kevin did not enter it, but found a remote place, practiced martial arts, and quietly waited for someone to come.

Time passed, the sun went down, and Kevin, who had not waited for anyone, returned home.

The next morning he came here on time and continued his waiting.

When he was hungry, he ran into the forest to hunt game.

Gradually, a month passed like this.

One afternoon, Kevin was wielding his long sword while doing the most basic daily chop training.

"Little warrior." I do not know when to sit under the shade of a tree, the dark purple-red waist-length hair swaying slightly, the woman with a slender body and a proud curve, showed a charming smile to the young man who looked at him slightly.

His eyes were a little softer than the first meeting.

"What are you doing?"

"...Wait." Kevin, who wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, put down the long sword in his hand, and said to the woman with a smile.

"Wait for who?"