Chapter 15
Replication and Focus
Einver was about to raise his sword toward the sky and bring it down directly on Moon Fu.
At that moment, the girl's body froze on the ground… she couldn't move at all.
Never in her life had she experienced anything like this; despite all her training with the villagers, her brother, and even sometimes her father…
She had never fought a battle with the intent to kill.
It was true that she was strong… and brave.
But since all her past duels were nothing more than sparring sessions,
they had not given her real experience — the experience of standing on the edge of death.
In fact, many who fought her would retreat before the decisive moment, simply because she was the daughter of the village chief.
And this — precisely — was the fatal reason her body froze now, and the reason for Einver's victory without striking a single blow.
For the first time, she felt true danger… the danger of death.
In critical moments, when adrenaline surges through the body, humans respond in one of two ways:
Either move violently to escape death,
or freeze completely in place, as the mind empties, and even one's own name disappears.
That was exactly what happened to Moon Fu.
When Einver raised his sword, his body unleashed a killing intent so immense that Moon Fu had never faced such a thing in her entire life…
and all she could do was freeze and lose consciousness.
Einver advanced — assuming Moon Fu was preparing something to ambush him with;
for in his eyes, this was a powerful magical world,
and there was no way someone could be defeated so easily.
That's why — from the very beginning — he didn't use something as simple as a kitchen knife…
He used his sword, revealing his full strength from the very first moment.
To fight a rabbit with a tiny knife instead of a sword just because it's a rabbit…
was nothing but the thinking of fools.
Even in his own world,
Einver always fought with his full power from the beginning.
Of course, he didn't unleash every technique he knew, but he never gave the enemy a chance.
This stemmed from several reasons.
One was respect for the opponent. Einver fought with respect in his heart, even if he hated the other person. He respected them simply because they stood before him in combat.
Another was speed and precision. Yes, he loved battle,
but that didn't mean he was some strange fool who enjoyed endless fighting. No.
He loved combat, but he gave his all from the start, fought with everything he had, and ended his enemy swiftly.
Of course, if the opponent was strong and it took a long time to bring them down, Einver wouldn't dislike that — since from the very beginning he had already given everything he had, without hesitation.
And this was the reason why Einver unleashed all he possessed in this fight — his killing intent, his focus, his physical strength, and more.
He truly believed his opponent had techniques that could harm him if the battle continued.
That's why he wanted to end it.
…But before he could deliver the final strike,
he noticed Moon Fu had already collapsed unconscious.
Einver didn't quite know what to do. He wanted to continue the fight a little longer, to test the strength of this world, but in the end he sighed lightly, with a trace of frustration,
and lowered his sword at once, pulling back his dark aura swiftly.
Moon Fai and his son were clearly astonished at this unbelievable power…
They had never expected the boy to be this dangerous.
Einver looked at Moon Fu with half-closed eyes, tinged with a faint regret:
"…Train harder… then come face me again… if you can.
Don't let this defeat break you… little girl."
With those words spoken,
he left the training ground quietly.
Moon Fi rushed to his sister to check on her,
while Moon Fai ordered some maids to carry her to her room for treatment, still unconscious from the sheer terror.
Meanwhile, Einver sat on the ground, pulling arrows from his body,
then tied strips of cloth (given to him by Moon Fai) over his wounds,
and sat facing the training ground —
contemplating… and focusing.
His mind was occupied with the earlier battle…
In his mind, he should have deflected every single arrow without even a scratch,
and yet… some arrows had grazed him, and one had even sliced part of his ear.
Although he had predicted the arrows' paths with precision, and raised his sheathed sword at just the right moment,
the speed of the arrow had changed midway!
Einver's mind began to analyze… replaying and reconstructing every moment of the fight.
Einver's mind and talent were of a copying and calculating nature;
even if he didn't fully understand the technique,
with time, he could deduce it, analyze it, and eventually… replicate it for himself.
But this did not happen merely by watching.
He had to experience the force himself, to take the strike, to analyze it physically and spiritually.
What Moon Fai and his children did not know…
was that Einver — in his old world — had also mastered the art of the bow.
He could even shoot five arrows at once,
and empty a quiver of a hundred arrows in just twenty minutes…
a feat no one else in his world had accomplished.
Einver sat for three full hours,
eyes closed, mind immersed in analysis — step by step.
Then… he raised his head slightly and opened his eyes:
"This world is different from mine in many ways…
Even the bow art… a cultivator of the 'Earth Realm — High Division' can infuse energy into the arrow and control it over a short distance… even increase its strength and speed midway."
Einver gazed at the sky, where the sunlight was now fading gently, as he continued his thoughts:
"Perhaps when I rise to a higher cultivation level… I too can add more destruction, or more speed…"
Einver exhaled softly and glanced at his empty hands,
then at the training ground, still carrying the echo of the short battle.
"…Well. That's something I'll think about later.
For now… I want to know my cultivation level.
Am I in the Earth Realm — First Division, or the High Division?
Maybe I should ask the old man Moon Fai… perhaps he knows how strength is measured here… or might teach me how to gauge it myself."
Einver smiled quietly, then looked at his sword, as though at an old friend:
"Well then… for now, I'll focus on the sword arts.
What do you think, Jikokunoo?
…Alright, let's go."
He placed the sword at his waist, then turned to see Moon Fi sitting not far away.
"Have you finished your meditation, Einver?"
"Yes. I'm done."
"Good. My father is waiting for you inside… come with me."
The two of them entered the house together.
Moon Fi knocked on the door, and they heard the old man's voice:
"Enter."
Moon Fi stepped in first, standing to the right of the door.
Then Einver followed… to find Moon Fai seated at a square wooden table, laden with plenty of food and some drink.
All the utensils were polished wood, neatly arranged.
Moon Fai gestured for Einver to sit.
As soon as he did, the old man poured some drink into a cup and handed it to him, saying:
"Taste the drink of Little Moon Village… you'll like it, my dear friend."
The cup was large, filled to the brim.
Moon Fai studied Einver's face, watching what he would do.
In Einver's old world, etiquette demanded that the guest drink the entire cup, then lightly tap it on the table — a gesture of gratitude.
If not… it was considered an insult to the host.
He didn't know if such customs existed here…
but he was very thirsty.
He lifted the cup near his nose,
inhaling a gentle fragrance of spring flowers,
and quickly realized the drink was not alcoholic… but natural.
He drank it in one go… then tapped the cup lightly on the table.
A soft warmth spread through his body,
his mind calmed… and his wounds began to heal slightly.
Moon Fai looked at him in surprise:
"Did your father teach you these manners?"
Einver smiled:
"Yes."
The old man smiled in return, lifting his own cup and drinking as well.
"Good upbringing… you were taught well.
I was just about to explain to you our customs and traditions… but there's no need now.
Now tell me… how do you feel?"
Einver replied calmly:
"I feel wonderful in my body."
Moon Fai chuckled softly:
"This is the drink of Little Moon Village.
It doesn't intoxicate, but it gives you a pleasant feeling… and heals your wounds as well."
Then he set the cup aside, and his tone shifted:
"…And now…
let's begin with the important matters."
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