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Chapter 795

Yuder had never considered the link between naming and responsibility.

Chewing over Kanna's words, Yuder found himself drawn to the notion of naming. He suddenly rembered a man who had given him a na.

'…'

He knew pondering over unsolvable matters was nothing but a waste of ti, nothing more, nothing less.

Even if Kishiar La Orr had felt sothing when he bestowed the na Yudrain, what did it matter?

Still, Yuder couldn't help but ask, despite knowing better.

"…Is it really common?"

"Huh?"

"The act of naming sothing, does it really evoke a sense of responsibility?"

Kanna, who had been eagerly speculating, looked puzzled by his question.

"Uh... I always thought it was obvious, but now that Yuder ntions it, I'm not so sure... It must be common, right? The sage and I think so, so it must be. Or, is there sothing strange about it?"

Yuder shook his head.

"No. It's just that I'm wondering if it's a common judgnt. I've never had that experience."

"Really?! I thought Yuder lived in a very rural area. Haven’t you ever raised livestock? Dogs or cats? Or even nad inanimate objects?"

Kanna bombarded him with questions, surprised.

"I’ve raised livestock other than dogs or cats for short periods, but never nad them. And objects... Why would I na objects?"

At Yuder's frown, Kanna chuckled.

"No, you see. So people give nicknas to their cherished items. In our group, many na their weapons. They choose these nas so carefully. Just like Nahan, 'Star of Paradise.' You can tell a lot of thought went into it!"

Yuder faintly understood. He knew of people who nad their weapons, but he never paid much attention to it.

"Why not try naming your sword to see if it really does bring responsibility and affection? The sword and sheath you carry were both gifts, right? You treasure them."

Yuder glanced at his sword hanging at his waist. Both the sword and sheath were precious gifts from Kishiar, rare and well-maintained.

But did it show that much to others?

Yuder fiddled with the sword handle, then shook his head.

"No. I don't think that's necessary. But I get your point."

"Ah, I was curious about what kind of nas Yuder would co up with. That's too bad!"

Yuder couldn't understand why she felt disappointed.

'Anyway… the conclusion seems to be that it's common.'

If it was common to feel enough responsibility from naming sothing to influence behavior, then the man who nad him Yudrain might have felt the sa.

'I guess he chose a good word. It turned out to be aningful… Whether it was whimsical or not, I don’t know.'

Yuder had only recently learned that the na Yudrain was a combination of ancient words, aning both beginning and end, and in a way, eternity. The strange feeling he had when he first heard its grandiose aning was unforgettable.

Eternity.

Yuder wondered why the man had chosen such a word. Was there truly an intention behind it?

After their conversation about the act of naming, he beca curious about this.

In the midst of these thoughts, Kanna suddenly spoke up as if she had been contemplating the sa thing.

"If you think about it, the reason Nahan is so obsessed with the goal of leaving for a world only for the Awakeners may be because of the na the ‘Star of Nagran.’ They say a na carries the wishes of the one who nas."

Yuder's eyes flickered briefly, but the movent was so subtle that Kanna didn't notice.

"For example, my mother nad Kanna, hoping I'd grow up strong and beautiful like the Kanna flower. So, Nahan, who nad the ‘Star of Nagran’ might have wished more than anyone to reach paradise."

"..."

"Ah, of course, now his goals and ans have completely degenerated into madness!"

After her playful remark, Kanna turned to her silent friend and was startled.

"…Huh? Yuder? What's wrong?"

Yuder Aile, known for his unchanging expression, looked strangely distorted. The unfamiliar turmoil in his deep black eyes made Kanna wonder if she had said sothing wrong.

"It's nothing."

But the change disappeared as quickly as it had co. Yuder returned to his usual self and quietly gazed at Kanna.

"Let’s end this conversation here. It's gotten late."

"Ah... Ah, right! We’re underground, so I lost track of ti. Let’s go up and rest!"

Had she seen sothing wrong? Or had the conversation sparked a different thought in him?

Though worried, Kanna decided not to pry or react uncharacteristically unless Yuder chose to speak about it.

The two quietly left the underground. It seed as if nothing had happened.

But after parting with Kanna, Yuder's thoughts on the old na lingered for a long ti, a fact known to no one.

—

"...I've returned."

Yuder murmured as he opened the door to the Commander’s temporary office. He still shared accommodations with Kishiar, so this was his only place to return to.

However, Kishiar, whom he expected to find there, was not present. Only the prismatic flas of the magic stone stove, burning fiercely, indicated that Kishiar had recently stepped out.

Yuder sighed deeply and hung his coat on the rack beside the stove. He placed the translated version of Enon's writings and the book he had carried on the desk and sat down in his chair. That’s when a soreness around his eyes began.

It was a symptom he occasionally experienced when his body was extrely fatigued, ever since he gained the Eye of Magic power.

'It’s been a busy day.'

Yet, when Kishiar returned, he needed to report the day's events and address more tasks. It was too early to rest.

'I should look over Enon's translation now. Kishiar reads faster than I do, so he’ll finish quickly, but not …'

Reaching out for the translated docunt, Yuder found that his hand wasn’t moving as swiftly or fluidly as usual. It was unusually sluggish, but not due to fatigue. More precisely, it was a lack of motivation that seed to be affecting his physical response, despite knowing he needed to see it.

Usually, if there was a task that needed to be done, no matter how tired he was, Yuder would imdiately attend to it. Such reluctance was exceedingly rare for him. However, Yuder wasn’t particularly surprised by this. During his previous life as a Commander of the Cavalry, he had occasionally experienced similar feelings.

'Back then, I would have turned to alcohol, but now, that’s not an option.'

He had realized that the sensation he once thought was intoxication was actually similar to the effects of mild poisoning. Even if soone offered it to him now, he couldn’t drink it.

Yuder gazed at the blazing stove, then leaned his head back in the chair and closed his eyes.

The crackling sound seed to calm his nerves, which had been on edge all day.

If he didn’t feel like doing what needed to be done, and there was nothing else he could do, then shutting off his senses and resting like this was the best option.

He intended to stay like that only until Kishiar returned.

'...'

But when his consciousness hazily reawakened, Yuder found himself surrounded by scenes from a day long past, unexpectedly unfolding before his eyes.

'…It’s been a while since this happened. I thought it was an illusion, but to think it’s real is astonishing.'

The somber ash-gray Peletta Castle. The extinguished stove. Kishiar from that day.

Yuder looked down at the sword in his grip, then clenched his teeth tightly.

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In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

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"Why was soone like you born into this world to make so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no ti to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a mont, but he was desperate.

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Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long mont of floating in space, he rembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last ti.......

***

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He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the sa, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

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'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

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He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

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At that mont, sothing that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

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"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I ant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of as a friend?

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Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that mont.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenonon Managent Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a ga that's already ssed up? ...Anyway, the next round will co, so this ti, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is soone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each ti. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he beca completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

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