Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

632 Elves And Growth Part 3

"... what do you mean?

Joseph snorted as Sheila stared halfway at him saying so.

It just kind of looks like it was a bitter laugh.

I used to wander my gaze like I was looking for words, but eventually when I rang my nose again like I'd given up, I turned my gaze to this one.

"Nothing, nothing, that's what it means. We can certainly make some changes in our physical age, as we said earlier and actually did. He said that some of the original ancestors were able to dive into the society of the human species by using it successfully. But we can't be that comfortable. It's gonna take me a while, and I'm remembering the fatigue. Just won't be able to show it again today."

"... is that it?

"Well, yeah, you do have more strength than I do. I did the same thing, and you probably don't feel as tired as I do. But there's something for me and not for you, too. It's an imagination."

"... imagination?

So I leaned my neck because I didn't know what it meant.

Why do you have no imagination?

Imagination is a must for swordsmen.

Because you can imagine it, you can go for it and go for further heights, and you need it when you fight someone again.

Because you can imagine and predict, you can beat a meeting with them.

So having no imagination is the same as being told you don't know who you are.

"Huh, I can almost imagine what you're thinking, but that's not what I'm trying to say. I'm not saying you don't have the imagination."

"... So, what do you mean?

"Imagination isn't imagination, but what you don't have is imagination to change your own flesh. For us to change our flesh, we need the power of will, and that is nothing more than imagination. You told me to teach you how to do it, didn't you? It's a simple story. Imagine how your body changes. If we can do that, our flesh will respond and change."

Listen to that word. No, Sheila immediately imagined.

Half-consciously, he closes his eyelid and draws it out behind a darkly stained eyelid.

That's who I am growing up to be.

It is the sight of a grown self walking in gaze with the Somas.

That's how I slowly opened my eyelids - but what was reflected in my vision was my appearance, which had not changed one thing from before I closed my eyes.

"... hasn't changed"

"That's why I told you. I don't have enough imagination. You stared at me and it didn't change a thing."

"... that's not true. … I imagined it right"

"Hmm...... oh sure, you must have imagined. But did you feel real there? What you imagined was really who you were? Are you sure you can believe that the sight will come true?

……

I didn't know what you were talking about.

A sense of reality or your own appearance? The truth? I know exactly what you're talking about.

"Hmm... listen to people properly. I thought you said we weren't free to do this. There's no way I can just imagine that. I said it was easy in the first place, but I didn't even say it was easy."

"... Fraud"

"Don't say bad things about people. You're a sensationalist, so you'd be convinced if you didn't try it yourself, wouldn't you? I just made him feel it."

"... mmm"

Sure, I just found out that it wasn't easy.

But how can I do it?

"I already showed you how to do it. I also showed you an example. That's all I can teach you. Instead, I don't know how you're gonna be able to do it."

…… ... What do you mean?

"Our change presupposes that we are only ourselves. I mean, we can be who we are in the past or who we are in the future, and we can't be anything else. You can't be someone else, and that was the same even for the original ancestors, so it would be even worse if it were us. Well, I guess what's around here is the limit of being human with meat."

"... I'm a little unsure"

"In short, it means that the person you should imagine is who you are in the future. Perfect, too. If there were any difference at all, nothing would happen at that point. Like you did earlier, yeah. At last, I told you that our change is a force of will. Therefore, you also need to believe in your own imagination. Your imaginary future self is definitely your future self."

How difficult that was was to not have to think about.

Anyway, Sheila is seeing people actually grow up.

Surely they have an old vestige.

If you compare the two figures, you'll be able to convince yourself that it's the way you've grown.

But if you can imagine what it is just like in the past, no.

The way it grows and the remnants of it are all different.

How can you imagine who you are now and be sure of it?

"Hmm... I think you understand what I meant when I said impossible."

"... your brother is"

"Hmm?"

"... can your brother?

"I can't. That's why I showed my past. No matter how hard I tried, I was the best at taking what I had in the past. No, on the contrary, not a single one of the existing elves can change into the future self. That's why I told you, right? I don't know."

"…… yes"

It was hopeless.

But I didn't give up there because there was a word in my current words that bothered me.

"... but existential, did you do it back in the day?

"... hey, that's something I notice a lot. What if I honestly gave up... but taught the reward I realized? Exactly."

"... eh.... that, besides the original ancestors?

"Naturally. I mean, I've actually seen it. Besides, when I was a kid, I still don't know how to do it."

It sounded like something that mocked itself somewhere, but it was enough.

Sheila flew out here in the first place to find something she didn't even know she could or wouldn't do.

Compared to that, how easy it is to find what you know you can do.

Nothing.

If you can't do it now, all you had to do was try different things until you could.

"Hmm... she's still a bad girl to give up. I don't know who the hell you look like."

"... I can't help it because I'm your brother's sister"

"I see... that makes sense"

Joseph did the same and gave it back, if only a little grin on his mouth.

Then he squeals his nose like he coughs, and his gaze is just a little distracted.

The words thus uttered in his mouth were not particularly surprising.

"... By the way, how are you doing?

I didn't have to think to figure out who that showed.

I mean, I usually just feel like asking, but as usual, this brother seems clumsy.

"... Mm, I'm fine"

"... well. Well, I don't care."

If it doesn't matter, I didn't even have to ask, but I just don't get it in my mouth.

I just leaned my neck there because it wasn't surprising in itself that I was asked about it, but what I was asked was surprising in itself.

"... by the way, haven't you seen him?

"... hmm? Like that? Naturally... why do you say that unexpectedly?

"... you should have come this way before me?... so he said he'd be over there for a while."

"... at least you haven't come to me. Well, that's a state of total abandonment of control right now. It's a half-independent world because you don't know what's going to happen if you try to get your hands on it poorly, and if you just go, you don't have to ask permission from me... but nobody noticed? No, I don't care."

"... by the way, I plan to rendezvous on my way home, so I'll know when you're safe"

"Huh, I thought I told you? I don't care."

While I really don't think you're being honest, you'll feel safe just delivering a report on your way home for now.

Nevertheless, Sheila only came back here this time to ask how she could really grow.

I mean, there's no longer a reason why I'm here.

"... ah"

No, just one, it existed.

I went on a tour for a few moments because I was still wondering what to do... but I decided.

That is what Joseph also said earlier.

Elves have a high affinity for magic because they are close to the Spirit.

Then if it is Joseph, there may be something to know.

"Huh, what's up? I remembered something, but I reacted as if I were saying."

"... Um, I need you to take a look"

Say no or no, Sheila stood up and offered, roughly lifting her right arm and sticking her index finger forward.

And.

- Light.

- Protecting demon-guided junior and forest spirits: magic and lighting.

That was just for a moment.

Lights lit Sheila's fingertips for just a moment, illuminating her surroundings, and she disappears immediately.

If you had blinked, you might have missed it, it's just such a flash, but a sure magical light.

Sheila couldn't have used it, it was magic.

"-!?

In a moment, Joseph stood up momentously.

She stares at Sheila's fingertips, who is now lit with nothing else in her eyes, with her eyes open.

What's on that face is a lot of amazement and... just a little, joy.

"... Sheila, you...!?

"... um, when I realized, I could use it"

The word was an indisputable fact.

That is why, while there is certainly joy in Sheila's face as she looks at such a brother, it is only slight.

As shown in her chest, Sheila's face was filled with a variety and complexity.