Sword training lasted the entire afternoon.
Although Roxy already thought very highly of Shirou, believing that this boy would never be limited by talent, even if he were just an untalented nobody, he could accomplish incredible feats just by relying on his extraordinary will, will doesn't immediately give a person outstanding abilities.
No matter how much effort and training Shirou put into his Sword God Style, the speed of improvement could be said to be very slow, and there was no way to get obvious improvement immediately.
In the end, it was for that reason: Sword God Style is a skill that goes against Servant Emiya.
Servant Emiya, as the embodiment of Emiya Shirou's ideal, in a sense already represented the limit that Emiya Shirou himself could reach.
And Servant Emiya's swordsmanship generally lacks the aggressiveness of Sword God Style.
Most of it is based on defensive counterattacks similar to Water God Style, or swordsmanship based on projection magic similar to North God Style.
If Shirou wants to learn Sword God Style, he must exceed the limit he has set for himself and surpass Servant Emiya, who is his idealized self.
This will be an almost indescribably difficult matter, and the effort and time it will take will be countless.
It is possible that Shirou will spend his entire life pursuing it, and only cultivate Sword God Style to the saint or upper level.
But Shirou has made up his mind that even if the end of this road is just empty self-satisfaction, he will never stop, and will do his best, grit his teeth, and awkwardly walk to the end.
Unconsciously, the twilight of dusk had enveloped the courtyard.
Shirou was almost so tired that his legs were weak and he couldn't stand, but the hands holding the sword were still extremely steady, without the slightest deviation.
Sword God Style is a swordsmanship mainly focused on attack.
Its main characteristic is being able to unleash strikes with undiminished power from any angle in any situation.
To do this, the most important thing is to ensure that the hands holding the sword always maintain the same force; neither using the left hand to swing the sword, nor using the right hand, but concentrating the full strength of both hands, focusing the body's energy on one point, and bursting it out in an instant.
Although Shirou doesn't have a special talent for Sword God Style, the effort he puts in is beyond everyone's imagination. He spends enough time practicing sword swings every day, and according to Paul's requirements, tries his best to correct his sword-swinging habits, ensuring that he always uses both hands to exert force, and that the sword can swing from any angle with the same speed of strike.
With the effort of pushing himself to the limit almost every day, Shirou's foundation is now extremely solid. Even if he is currently only a lower-level Swordsman, there are no flaws in his swordsmanship.
The only problem is his own way of thinking.
Whether it's Servant Emiya or Emiya Shirou, their main fighting methods in the past were relying on projection magic, relying on constantly changing the projected weapons and changing different fighting methods to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages in battle.
But this idea itself goes against Sword God Style.
Sword God Style is a school that is only loyal to the sword. It doesn't need extra thinking, it doesn't need any imagination, it only needs to swing the sword, swing the sword, and swing the sword faster.
"Pa!"
After being knocked down by Paul for the unknown time, Shirou continued to get up from the ground.
He looked extremely tired, and could even be said to be likely to pass out at any time, but he still showed no sign of wavering, just stood up again and continued to grip the sword in his hand.
"Shirou..."
Roxy watched the sword training for the entire afternoon, and her heart had been completely shocked by Shirou's desperate, limit-challenging attitude.
Roxy didn't know how many times she felt that Shirou had reached his limit, that he could give up that almost exploitative training method and choose to pause and rest for a while.
However, Shirou made reactions that she couldn't believe every time, continuing to swing his sword, continuing to train.
Roxy couldn't help but speak out to Paul to dissuade him, hoping that he would no longer carry out this overly cruel training method, but only elicited a helpless shrug from Paul, making it clear that he hadn't thought about stopping.
Roxy could only go to Zenith, feeling that Zenith, as Paul's wife, should be more able to understand her current mood.
However, Zenith, after listening to her plea, opened her mouth with a bitter smile: "No, Miss Roxy, I understand your thoughts very well; I used to advise Shirou like you, telling him not to work so hard, but unfortunately it didn't work at all. And do you know what Shirou said to me?"
"What did he say?"
"He said, have you ever seen a butterfly stop flapping its wings because of a storm? No, butterflies will only flap their wings more desperately because of the appearance of a storm. Weak people can't do anything if they don't pour everything into one thing. Effort won't betray people, but effort will betray dreams. Even if you give everything, you may not be able to get what you want, but the only thing we can trust is the actions we take at this moment, because stopping will mean getting nothing, and only constantly losing everything."
Zenith said with a bitter smile while reminiscing, "My two children don't seem like children very much, especially Shirou. He always looks at a place that is farther away than all of us, and moves forward to that place steadily and without stopping. I always have a premonition that he will reach a realm that none of us can imagine in the future, but precisely because of this, it's even harder for me to imagine what kind of loneliness will be in Shirou's heart at that time."
"..."
Unexpectedly, Zenith actually had the same feeling as herself. Roxy was silent, and finally could only helplessly return to the training ground.
At this time, Shirou was continuing his sword training with Paul.
After falling down again and again, but standing up again and again, his gaze had gradually begun to be enveloped by a void.
The body was wrapped in an empty will, and the obsession in his heart began to completely take over this body after his consciousness gradually left.
If someone knew, they would discover that Shirou at this moment was gradually overlapping with himself during that snowy night, when he fought Angelica using the Gilgamesh card.
When the mind cannot be trusted, and when the body cannot continue, the only thing that can be relied on is obsession!
And when the body is controlled by obsession, all thoughts will be lost from the swung blade, leaving only the one thought of defeating the enemy!
As for how to defeat the opponent?
Fast!
Be faster than the opponent!
That's all!
"Pa!"
As if space was torn by some strange feeling, Paul's pupils suddenly shrank.
He originally thought that Shirou was about to reach his limit, and would pass out from exhaustion as in the past.
This kind of thing was commonplace in the training of the two; Shirou had to train until he couldn't move before he would completely give up every time.
He thought that this time it would be similar, and Shirou would fall down due to excessive fatigue.
However, when he saw the moment Shirou's sword was swung, he realized that the situation was wrong. The opponent's sword was much faster than he expected.
The speed of the sword was faster than a person's intuitive reaction.
"Pa!"
As the blade cut through the space, a crisp bang swept past Paul's ear. If Shirou hadn't clearly not swung at his face, this strike would have definitely left a cut on him!
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