Chapter 246 Flagpole

Some people say: An inch long, an inch strong.

This was originally used to describe the advantages of guns and halberd weapons.

However, this statement is also applicable to knife weapons.

The premise is that the knife must be long enough and sharp enough.

When the Odachi flashed black light and cut across the wooden figure, this idea was firmly imprinted in my heart.

It was as sharp as a straight sword.

Although, it does weigh a lot.

I used all my strength with this knife, so its speed was faster than what the naked eye could follow.

In fact, even when I waved it, I could only see the illusory shadow of the knife.

The knife stopped on the left side of my body, and the tip of the knife cut into the ground of the training ground, more than an inch deep.

If there is a big training ground, there is no wind and no sound.

I can feel that everyone's eyes are fixed on my black knife. Is that a kind of expectation?

One second.

two seconds

three seconds

Everything stopped for only three seconds, and more than a dozen wooden figures broke and fell to the ground.

Even the positions where they fell to the ground were so consistent.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harold's eyes were filled with surprise, both at the power of the knife and at my skill in using it.

Behind him, there was a sound of whispers and gasps.

Turning their heads, those who were looking at Taidao and me turned their faces away. At the moment they turned away, I could read panic and awkwardness in their eyes.

Yes, panic and awkwardness.

The sudden outburst of panic about a stranger who far exceeds their own strength, and the gap in their hearts after seeing the gap in strength caused by the stranger's previously thought that he was unreasonable and arrogant. Looking at me or looking at themselves, they are all so awkward.

Why bother?

I think it's funny.

If you had put yourself in the same position as everyone else from the beginning, there would not be such a gap. I really don’t understand why they like to call themselves masters so much?

Does being called a master create a sense of satisfaction in your heart?

Why don’t I have this painful feeling of satisfaction?

I remember the first time I was called a master was in a game called Dungeon and Disconnect Warrior. After I single-handedly defeated the entire opponent's team, a row of compliments appeared on the screen: Master!

This is my first experience of being called a master by others.

After seeing the word "master", I didn't feel excited. Instead, I felt an unspeakable feeling. That feeling is called pressure.

What is a master?

A master is someone who is better than others, stronger than others, and better than others.

However, around you, there will be many people with better talents and qualifications than you. This is something you cannot predict and cannot control.

Once these people grow up, they will directly threaten your master status.

So what do you do?

Suppression? Or continue to get stronger? Become stronger?

What if they progress and trend faster than you?

So what should we do?

Therefore, simply becoming stronger is unreliable, and all that is left is suppression.

Once you start to suppress the potential new people around you, from that moment on, your heart will fall into darkness, and your soul full of extremes will sink deeply into the quagmire, and you will never be able to extricate yourself.

This will not only inhibit your future improvement in strength, but will also affect the height of your current strength.

So, what about choosing not to be suppressed but to work harder?

Maybe until the end, you couldn't let others surpass you, but you paid a greater price for it: happiness and freedom.

Because your eyes must always be fixed on the person chasing you behind you, and you don't even have time to breathe and enjoy a breath of easy air. You can only rush on in fear all your life, so you lose your happiness.

And because your eyes can only see those chasing you behind you, you have no time to care about your relatives, lovers, and even yourself. How can people living in this environment talk about freedom?

Therefore, in my opinion, master is not a glorious title, but a heavy yoke.

However, how many people will notice this?

I sneered, slowly put the knife into the wooden sheath, turned my head, and said to Harold, who still had a surprised look on his face: "What kind of magic is this knife possessed?"

"This one." Harold looked confused. A little embarrassed, he said, "To be honest with you, I don't know either."

I stared at Harold, slightly startled.

Harold lowered his head subconsciously, looked away, and said: "To tell you the truth, I asked experts to study this knife, but those masters didn't come up with anything until the end. Even the knife's The material was not even analyzed at all.”

"Then why do you keep it in the enchanted weapons room?"

Harold sighed: "I found it from the relics left by the master. After much thought, it is best to put it in the room with enchanted weapons."

Halo, if you collect weapons, you will get a bonus of impression points?

I nodded: "This knife is very good. I like it very much. That's it. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Harold said, "After all, you have done me a big favor today. This is something that should be done."

"Hehe" I said with a smile: "If anything happens next time, you are welcome to come see me again."

Harold smiled politely and said: "That's fine, if I ask you, maybe it will be smoother."

"Then should we discuss the next reward now?" I rubbed my hands with a profiteer smile on my face.

"don't want."

After leaving Harold's guild, I said goodbye to Harold and walked towards home.

There are still a lot of things to do, so let’s not go to the dungeon to farm monsters today.

When passing by the cafe, Barbara was basking in the sun outside, with snow-white skin and a delicate little face like a doll.

When she saw me, she jumped up from the recliner with joy and said, "Xiao Yi, you are back. Why are you so early today?"

I came to her with a smile, pinched her little face, and said, "I came back early to do something."

Barbara tilted her head, staring intently at the Odachi on my back with her big eyes. After a while, she said, "Xiaoyi, what are you doing carrying a flagpole on your back?"

flagpole?

Three black lines were instantly drawn on my forehead. How can I see this as a flagpole?

"This is a tachi" I said helplessly, "it's just longer than an ordinary tachi."

Barbara's face was filled with questions. Then, her eyes kept moving on the Naotachi on my side and the Odachi on my back. She blinked her beautiful eyes, scratched her hair, and said, "It really looks like a flagpole." ~”