There are clouds: one inch long, one inch strong. Δ(VIII)(1) 中Δ 文网『.Δ81.

This was originally used to describe the superiority of halberd weapons.

However, the same applies to knife weapons.

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

When the big sword flashed black light and slashed through the wooden figure, this idea was firmly imprinted in my heart.

That's no less sharp than a straight knife.

Although, it does weigh a lot.

This knife, I used all my strength, so its degree is faster than the naked eye.

Even, even when I wielded it, I could only see the illusory shadow of the sword.

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

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

I could feel that everyone's eyes were on this black knife of mine, and that was, an expectation?

One second......

Two seconds......

Three-second ......

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

Even where they fell to the ground was so consistent.

In the afterglow, Harold looked at the knife with surprise, both at the strength of the knife and at the skill with which I used it.

Behind him, there was a sound of whispering and gasping.

Turning my head, those who were looking at me and me turned their faces away, and in the moment of abandonment, I read panic and awkwardness in their eyes.

Yes, panic and awkwardness.

The panic shown by the stranger's sudden explosion of far away from his own strength, and the kind of gap in his heart after seeing the difference in strength, caused them to look at me and themselves, they were so awkward.

Why bother?

I think it's funny.

If you put yourself in the same position as everyone else from the beginning, there will be no such gap, I really don't know, why do they like to call themselves masters so much?

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

How come I don't have this kind of pain satisfaction?

I remember the first time I was called a master, or in that game called Dungeons and Dropped Warriors, after I single-handedly killed the opponent's whole team, a row of compliments appeared on the screen: Master!

This was my first experience of being called a master.

After seeing the word master, I didn't feel excited, but an indescribable feeling rose up, which is called pressure.

What is Master?

A master is an existence that is better than others, stronger than others, and better than others.

However, there will be many people around you who are gifted and qualified better than you, which you cannot anticipate and control.

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

So what do you do?

Suppress? Or do you continue to get stronger? Getting stronger?

What if they progress faster than you do?

So what to do?

As a result, simply becoming stronger is unreliable, so only suppression remains.

Once you start to implement the suppression strategy against the potential newcomers around you, then from this moment on, your heart will fall into darkness, and your soul full of extreme will be deeply mired in the quagmire, and you will never be able to extricate yourself.

In this way, it will not only inhibit the improvement of your strength in the future, but also affect the height of your current strength.

So, choose not to suppress and work harder?

Maybe until the end, you can't get anyone else to cross, but you pay a greater price for it: happiness and freedom.

Because your eyes are always staring at the person chasing you behind you, you don't even have time to breathe and enjoy a breath of relaxed air, and you can only rush desperately for the rest of your life, so you lose your happiness.

And since your eyes can only see those who are chasing you behind you, so that you have no flaws to take care of your loved ones, lovers, and even yourself, how can you talk about freedom for those who survive in this environment?

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

But how many people will notice this?

I sneered, slowly put the knife into its wooden sheath, turned my head, and said to Harold, who still looked surprised, "What kind of demon is attached to this knife?" ”

"This ......" Harold looked embarrassed, a little, he was a little embarrassed, "I'll be honest with you, I don't know." ”

I stared at Harold, slightly stunned.

Harold subconsciously lowered his head, looked to the other side, and said: "I won't tell you, I asked someone to study this knife, and those masters didn't study it until the end, and even the material of this knife didn't analyze half a point." ”

"Then why did you put it in the enchanted weapons room?"

Harold sighed: "How to say it, I also found it from the ruins left by the master, and after thinking about it, it is best to put it in the room of the enchanted weapon." ”

Halo, you collect weapons and have an impression bonus points?

I nodded: "This knife is very good, I like it, that's it, thank you." ”

"You're welcome," Harold said, "Anyway, you did me a great favor today, and this thing should still be done." ”

"Hehe," I said with a smile, "next time, if you have anything, welcome to come back to me." ”

Harold smiled politely: "It's okay, please, maybe it will go more smoothly." ”

"Then shall we discuss the next remuneration now?" I rubbed my hands together and smiled as a profiteer.

"Don't."

Out of Harold's guild, farewell to Harold, I walked in the direction of home.

There's still a lot to do, so let's not go to the dungeon for now.

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

Seeing me, she jumped up from the recliner happily and beckoned, "Xiao Yi, you're back, why is it so early today?" ”

I came to her with a smile, pinched her little face, and said, "I'll be back early." ”

Barbara tilted her head, staring intently at the big knife on my back with a pair of big eyes, and then said, "Xiao Yi, what are you doing with a flagpole on your back?" ”

Flagpole?

Three black lines were drawn on my forehead in an instant, how do you look at it to be a flagpole?

"This is a sword," I said helplessly, "it's just a little longer than a normal knife." ”

Barbara's face was full of question marks, and then, her eyes kept wandering on the straight knife on my side and the big knife on my back, and she blinked, scratched her head, and said, "It's really like a flagpole."