Translator: Mirausean; Silavin
Editor: Rosyprimrose
Proofreader: Skoll
After fighting the puppet swordsman for a full thirty minutes; even after taking turns confronting the monster, the two girls were already exhausted. Each had wounds on their body, which fortunately were only superficial.
Killing off this puppet swordsman was a task that could be considered impossible. After all, it was not built to be defeated but instead, to pa.s.s on the knowledge of the sword fighting styles contained in it. This was obvious twelve rounds later, about an approximate time of 8 hours, whereby the puppet swordsman no longer resp.a.w.ned.
"Alright. I"ll give you all eight hours of rest before we continue again." The child-like voice said. "I hope that you all will be able to restore your strength to peak condition in these eight hours."
Hearing the child-like voice"s words, Ye Chui and the two girls were overwhelmed with a sense of relief. To continue fighting nonstop for twelve rounds was a tiring matter. If no break was given, they could probably not last much longer. Therefore, it was a great and fortunate opportunity that had fell upon them, to finally allow them to rest up and recover.
Exhausted, the three of them sat against the wall close to each other.
"I thought that fight would never end…" Alfea sighed as her beautiful face released all tension.
Since she was the City Lord"s daughter, even at the tender age of 15-16 years old, she bore huge responsibilities and expectations. She was expected to be a genius swordsman, as well as pressured into the responsibilities of her role. As such, she grew to have a mature appearance; not able to be represented by her age.
However, appearances can be deceiving. At the end of the day, she was still a little girl. When facing problems that she herself could not fathom to handle, she would rely on others. Therefore, after she wiped the perspiration off her forehead, she looked towards Ye Chui with eyes of antic.i.p.ation, seeking for his opinion on the matter; or at least some form of comfort.
"I have almost uncovered all of the puppet swordsman"s attack patterns. By tomorrow, I can a.s.sure you that it will be completely defeated." Ye Chui said in a low voice.
For the past few hours, Ye Chui had been figuring out the puppet swordsman"s entire set of moves; twelve in total. Unfortunately, the last ones that Ye Chui had noticed more difficult to master. Even with his experience and knowledge of programming, which gave him an edge in understanding, a single glance of the move was not enough for him to fully memorize the move set.
These few moves had him pondering for a long period of time, which after doing so, was still confusing to him. The last of the twelve attack patterns left him especially bewildered. It had eight swings, with each taking on changes that were complex and unpredictable. If he were to create a magic program to recreate this one move, it would certainly take up a large amount of s.p.a.ce.
The 128MB magic crystal, which he had received from the guild, had some spare capacity but that was far from enough. Therefore, Ye Chui decided to delete some of the things inside. Since he had already mastered all 32 magic symbols, they were the first to go. All that was left inside was a few s.p.a.ce magic theoretical records and a few advance magic matrixes; knowledge that he had yet to touch, and planned on doing so at a later date.
The s.p.a.ce magic theoretical records were particularly important to Ye Chui. After he had entered this inner hall and got trapped, experiencing a small sample of what s.p.a.ce magic was like, he felt that these records were extremely important; it could even be said that they were more important than the records on the 32 magic symbols.
[The Magic Guild is really too generous… to think they would allow someone to have a chance of taking something as priceless as this.] Ye Chui thought and sighed. If anyone from the Magic Guild was actually read this boy"s mind, they would certainly cry due to grief.
In the meantime, both Debbie and Alfea smiled after hearing Ye Chui confident declaration. Since they were currently only able to endlessly fight without any expectation of escape, hearing such hope dangled in front of them was like a breeze lifting their spirits.
"Iron Swordsman…" Alfea mutters as her eyes glowed with a brighter intensity of light, unable to hide her strong antic.i.p.ative mood. "Since we are both enduring such hardship together, sharing both happiness and sorrow together, can"t you at least tell me your real name?"
"My name?" Ye Chui gawked. He still wished to hide his true ident.i.ty from Alfea so the thought of admitting he was Hammer was immediately executed from his mind. Even his real name, Ye Chui, was not something he wishes to disclose. After serious consideration, and taking into great account that he was currently in a fantasy world, Ye Chui opened his mouth and replied, "Tony Stark."
(Silavin: Not sure if he can still be considered chuuni, it"s more like he just loves roleplaying to me :/)
(Rosy: This guy…couldn"t he be a bit more original? Smart ppl tend to be dumb with the weirdest thing, sigh)
(Skoll: This author really enjoys his western comics.)
[Tony Stark, the original person who wore the Iron Man suit. Well, since this is a fantasy world, using his name should not be an issue.]
"Tony Stark?"
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