The Primal Hunter

The Sword Saint had found himself in a lesson with quite a difficulty.

To face a superior foe was nothing new to him. Throughout his life before the system, he had fought many people superior to himself as he got better and better. Oftentimes, he also met those who simply had a stronger physique, making their speed and power higher than his own. Even so, he had risen to become one of the most talented swordsmen in the entire world, even before the system. With his many years of continued practice, even as his body deteriorated, he was perhaps the most skilled.

After the system, he had yet to face a single individual around his own level who he would recognize as superior to himself when it came to pure technique. Everyone who he found capable of beating him found their superiority not through sheer skill but by some other advantage. Jake had an instinctive style that surpassed all sense of logic and technique, as one example.

No, the only person that the Sword Saint had fought around his own level, with a level of technique even approaching his own, had been Ell’Hakan. He was still behind, even if he had proved himself a formidable fighter. The fact that he used a trident did contribute, too, as the Sword Saint hadn’t fought people who used those often.

Alas, the point is that the Sword Saint found it difficult to find opponents who could match his skill level. Fighting people of equal or superior skill was the best way to improve, so he felt like the lack of proper foes held him back. He did firmly believe that once he spent more time in the wider multiverse, he would meet many who matched or surpassed him, but for now, he felt starved.

That is when Minaga appeared.

When the Sword Saint asked Minaga to duel him using at least some of his true skill, he had expected it to be with his staff, as that was what Miyamoto had seen the Unique Lifeform display hints of overwhelming skill with. To see him pull out a sword was a welcome surprise, but he did quickly come to realize he had made one mistake.

He had either overestimated his own skill level significantly… or underestimated Minaga’s.

The Unique Lifeform made the first move as he stepped forward. Moving back slightly, the Sword Saint tried to get a read on his opponent. Minaga took another step, entering the range of Miyamoto, making him take the chance to try and land a light attack.

Blood sprayed as the Sword Saint jumped back, a light cut on his arm from the blunt blade. It had moved faster than he had expected, yet it seemed to not have been any more swift than his own sword.

”Good try, but too obvious,” Minaga smiled. ”So try again.”

Not wanting to back down, the Sword Saint moved in again, this time not holding back as his Rainblade activated. Water revolved around his blade, and several raindrops shot out toward the Unique Lifeform. Without Minaga even moving, the raindrops were cut into pieces mid-air, and the Sword Saint missed, stumbling forward.

Miyamoto jumped back as a sword swept up, leaving a light cut on his chest.

”Keep coming.”

Following the encouragement, the Sword Saint did just that as he tried all he could. He used several of the attacks in his arsenal, but no matter what he did, it proved useless. Miyamoto felt like an utter novice. A child fighting against a true master.

And he only felt euphoria from that sensation.

extension of your weapon… but it is only that. An extension. Your concept itself still needs work. Most will come with time, but as much shall be from practice. I noticed on the prior floors that your focus recently has heavily shifted to improving other aspects of your powers. Rain and time magic are all well and good but don’t lose sight of the blade,” Minaga explained, blocking dozens of blows as the Sword Saint’s robes were getting

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his hand up, moving to catch the sword. The sharp edge of the Sword Saint’s blade hit the palm of the Unique Lifeform. The Sword Saint stared in confusion as Minaga’s flesh remained uncut, and

may possess. You will still need the whole… but as you are now, I need nothing more than my intent to render your cuts useless. Before a fire mage, fire shall do little harm. In the same vein, a master swordsman should never find himself cut by a lesser blade,” Minaga said in a calm tone. ”In other words, to me, it doesn’t matter if

struggle, the Sword Saint did something else. He dove forward as he chopped, a faint layer of

sword to block it and

he said, kicking the Sword Saint away before throwing his ancestral sword back to

it has the faintest level of sharpness. Water is a great tool to make blades, as you have no doubt already realized. But you need to seek deeper. Consider all the whys you can find. The Path you walk is one of enlightenment through practice and learning, same as me. Don’t look at those around you as ones to imitate, and at most, only observe them for inspiration. Only Dina walks a similar kind of Path as you, after all. Jake, Sylphie, and that other darn Unique Lifeform all walk Paths following their instincts, which means teaching them can be downright detrimental as that could bring them further from their instinctual comprehension. To them, actually understanding something isn’t overly critical. They only need the how, the why an afterthought to comprehend after-the-fact. You, on the other hand, do well with a teacher as you get stronger from the why… am I just rambling here? Do you understand what I am trying

a light reprieve to respond. ”I am to truly ponder on the concept of sharpness… no, on all those related to my Path. I am to honestly try and understand them. But I believe I am already doing this. My sword is already central to my Path; all other concepts are only there to

desperately block. He managed to block a few unpredictable slices, but he still

laughed, pressing on as the Sword Saint tried to adapt.

was confused, which made him briefly lose focus, getting a nasty cut on his shoulder. He tried to counterattack but was pushed back as Minaga landed a palm strike on his chest, leaving more than fifty small crisscrossed cuts from the

flaws,” the Sword Saint said as he stabilized

was. You have three massive flaws compared to me,”Minaga smiled as he raised his sword before continuing his relentless

truly match you are limited. This will improve with time, but you would do well practicing with someone of high skill when you can. Not necessarily

using everything he had to avoid any lethal blows, his boosting skill already active

a smart fellow, after all. Anyway, this one is the most obvious. You need time to practice what you already know. Time to meditate. Time to ponder. Time to simply grow in power and have your horizon expanded. Experience and time do go hand in hand, as experience is simply one good way to spend your time,” Minaga continued, sending the Sword Saint flying as he

a large margin, but sadly, I cannot help you in this area,” the Unique Lifeform said in a far more serious

you simply cannot even begin

before he smirked to himself, feeling a singe of pain from his cut-open cheek. ”As much

his head. ”Anyway, let’s continue our fun. I am sure you

Sword Saint nodded as Minaga still

my method of teaching. Observe, feel with your body, and study me as you try to survive. Learn what you can without finding yourself crumbling, but do know that you

back repeatedly, as Minaga did not let up, barely giving him time to breathe. Yet the Sword Saint also began to notice something else. The Unique Lifeform intentionally used certain repeated rhythms in his swordsmanship. One would think getting a read for this rhytm would make it easier for the Sword Saint, but he soon

thought he saw an opening or reached an adequate understanding of his opponent, the pattern slightly changed, forcing him to

coming. Miyamoto barely found a brief opening

going as the minutes

and attacked in a

tried to block the other sword, but it seemed to move in an everchanging pattern. Just as Miyamoto thought he was about to block it, it seemed to disappear,

of the blade struck him in the stomach, sending him tumbling backward, leaving a trail of blood from all