Overgeared

Asmophel was nervous. Recently, he had been anxious that his skills hadn't improved. Therefore, he was worried that the tower master would tell him he didn't have talent. He was mistaken.

"I can see the shadow of others in your sword. Perhaps you use the sense of inferiority as nourishment. It feels like you're trying to get rid of the clot in your heart in the right direction. I appreciate the effort, but it is wrong."

The strongest number two—Asmophel chose to follow in the footsteps of the number one person. Based on that experience, he recreated the power of the number one person and transcended his limits. The number one person usually meant Piaro, but sometimes it was Braham.

Asmophel once re-created the power of Piaro and gave himself a brief advantage over Kyle during his time as a martial god follower. After being defeated by Braham, he was inspired and used magical insight to prevent terrorist attacks.

Biban denied all of that. "You can't be a great success through this method. Even if you try hard, there is no way you can be stronger than the person you envy and worship. Now you've set limits for yourself."

Asmophel felt like his weak point was exposed. He couldn't bring himself to raise his head. The group recalled him emulating Piaro's skills and had sad expressions on their faces. Singuled criticized it, "This idiot is still like this. Tsk."

They were harsh words, but it was something that Asmophel had to endure. Asmophel lowered his head and spoke slowly, "Elder, you are right. I still can't shake off my inferiority complex. This ugly feeling hasn't changed even after hurting many of my friends and their families. I am a human who wasn't born good. I probably won't be able to change for the rest of my life."

It was better than the past. At least his inferiority didn't turn into jealousy. As Biban had seen, Asmophel tried to release his ugly feelings in the right direction. He tried really hard. This resulted in him worshipping Piaro with no jealousy. Even when he was defeated by Braham, he was more respectful and inspired than angry.

He silently followed their shadow. If this was what determined his limits, then he had no choice but to accept it. If he tried to break his limitations and lost control of his emotions again... he might fall into the incarnation of ugly jealousy and commit the same sins that he did in the past.

"Asmophel..."

Asmophel became determined and erased his expression. The group saw this and felt sad. This time, even Singuled was quiet. Asmophel's hard work made his mind complicated and uncomfortable every time.

In this somber atmosphere, Biban spoke, "Inferiority is one of the natural characteristics of humans. You can't simply draw the line and say that it is an ugly emotion when it is a great driving force. I'm not trying to blame you. I don't think your current method is that wrong. However, it is wrong for you. Your talent isn't that bad to be buried like this."

"......"

"You just need to trust in yourself. Face yourself, not the shadow of others."

"Ah..." Asmophel suddenly gained a realization. He recalled his journey of atonement when he set out to find the old friends he had betrayed. At that time, he had faced himself in the past. He had to face his sins in order to atone. Therefore, he had no choice but to face the self that had sinned. There were things he felt at that time.

"...I think I vaguely understand your words. I'll engrave it in my heart." Asmophel had a hunch that he would grow greatly from this moment on. He seemed to faintly hear the sound of the limitations he had set on himself breaking. It was an obvious opportunity.

Trust and respect were expressed in the way the group looked at Biban. Among them, the one with the most affectionate gaze was Piaro. It was unexpected. He hadn't even been taught by Biban yet.

"...You are the only one left." Why was this person staring at him like this? Biban was very curious about Piaro. The most outstanding one among those with star-like talent. He wanted to know the meaning of this person's gaze.

"It is an honor to be taught by you." Piaro bowed politely. In fact, he wanted to kneel down and bow to express his heart. He had noticed in the middle that the sword tower master had learned the same Matchless Heart Technique as him. It even seemed much greater than him. He seemed to know where the Matchless Heart Technique that his liege had passed onto him had come from.

Piaro felt like the sword tower master in front of him was a mentor. He wanted to be polite and serve the tower master with all his heart. However, it was still early. Since ancient times, a warrior should talk with a blade and hand plow. For now, it was reasonable to bow after conveying his sincerity through the spar.

for drawing the sword, but Piaro discovered the infinite possibilities of this position. He calmly created his territory

scattered. The moment that thousands of seeds fell to the ground, Piaro quickly shot forward. He took out a hand plow and sickle and held it in both hands. Biban came to his senses at this time

"......?"

"......?"

was puzzled. The always calm Biban was now showing his agitation. Piaro noticed the reason

I learned the Matchless Heart Technique.' Piaro didn't doubt

into the sword and swordsmanship, but he was poor in other fields. He wasn't interested nor able to

'A farmer?'

trying to fight with a hand plow and sickle as a weapon. The strong farmers he previously saw in the Overgeared Kingdom also wore swords at their waist. There were even traces of magic mastery. Yet the farmer in front of him was trying to fight with agricultural tools. In the last hundreds of

with his own eyes. Biban stared at Piaro in silence for a long time. Finally, he couldn't stand it and asked a question. "Why did a farmer climb the

greet the tower master and to be taught according

do you want me to teach a farmer? Do you think I'm a farmer? Hah! You

"......"

to fight against prejudice. Piaro was familiar with being misunderstood. But...

I've learned the Matchless Heart

held her stomach

really good. So why did you become

hum." Piaro, calm down. Your

"Piaro?"

Piaro's name to calm him down, the ears of the frowning Biban heard it. Piaro—the name remained clear in Biban's memory. It was the name Grid told him. A person who learned Supreme Swordsmanship based

fated relationship, so he let Grid teach Piaro the

the past and slowly opened his mouth. His voice was trembling as

"Because that is

you learned the Matchless Heart

to

are you still a farmer when you learned the Matchless Heart

"What are you saying...?"

Technique, shouldn't you walk on

necessarily. I succeeded in fusing the Matchless Heart Technique with my Free Farming technique and evolved it

This...! This

"......"

great swordsman. What? A farmer?

"......"

He believed the successor of the Matchless Heart Technique would be a good swordsman and cheered

Matchless Heart Technique is

and let it slip in one