Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race

POV: Rygar Adoldia

I was standing still.

Eyes closed. Just one hand resting on the sheath. Slow breathing, regulated beats. The world around me disappeared as I delved into my thoughts.

In my mind, I replayed the scenes.

The subtle movements of the Dragon God. The wrist twist that paralyzed Eris. The blow that pierced Eidar.

Gall Farion's impeccable stance and the speed with which he wielded his sword. Every detail was engraved. Every gesture, every breath, every murderous intent. I saw and rewatched them, like a movie that never stopped.

After training for six months under the tutelage of the Sword God, one truth became clear to me: Mastering the sword is difficult.

When I was younger, I thought fencing was simpler than magic. Magic had forms, variations, incantations, and transformations. The sword, I believed, was just brute force and speed using Touki. A childish illusion.

In reality, the sword demanded something that magic did not require to the same extent: complete surrender.

In some respects, fencing was even more complex and difficult to master than magic. The complexities that each tiny movement of your body could generate were endless.

So I trained. Again and again. I raised and lowered the sword in repetitive, exhausting movements.