For the past month, Lancer had shown a training enthusiasm that even surpassed Cu Chulainn's, but Scathach was not satisfied. This was because she felt that Lancer movements lacked 'soul'; the other person was simply swinging a spear.
"Bravery does not mean recklessness. Before, your spear might have been stronger in terms of pure power, because at that time, the spear in your hand was like a tool for you to vent. But now it's very good."
Although the other person was praising him, Lancer was not happy at all, because his continuous one-minute preemptive attack couldn't even break through the other person's spear defense. Every time the long spear in his hand exceeded a certain range, it would be parried. This feeling of powerlessness was even stronger than before.
But unlike before, even so, he still didn't feel irritable. Instead, his eyes became sharper and sharper!
'This is it!!'
After the spear thrust towards Scathach's side was parried, Lancer did not retreat as he had in the past. Instead, he took a sudden step forward and the butt of his spear swept upward. There was no doubt that it was dodged again. At the same time, his chest was wide open, and Scathach's long spear was pointing directly at Lancer chest. There was no doubt that Lancer had 'lost' at this moment, but there was a trace of excitement on his face, because his goal had been achieved.
"Bang!!"
"Cough cough~"
Lancer, who was sent flying by a single strike of the long spear, coughed and stood up with his hands on the ground. Scathach also, for once, showed a helpless expression.
"What you did just now was meaningless. If this were a real battle, you would already be dead."
"It was very meaningful to me, because it was the first time I hit you, Master."
Although he was a bit out of breath from having been hit in the lungs, Lancer had a smile on his face. Scathach, however, shook her head at this.
"It seems my efforts were not for nothing. At least you can joke now, but I don't think your goal is just that, is it? Tell me, what is your goal?"
"My short-term goal is naturally to hit you, Master, without using clever tricks. As for my ultimate goal — it's to defeat you, of course!"
When he said this, Lancer could clearly feel that Scathach seemed to have undergone some change, but he couldn't describe what it was?
This was probably because the gap between them was too big, and he could even feel the other person's change.
"It seems you are very confident?"
"Not really, but..."
"But what?"
"But my former teacher once said — the best repayment to him is to surpass him! I think it's the same for you, Master!"
When he said this, Lancer did not avoid her gaze but stared straight at the other person. There was no doubt that he was trying to increase the credibility of his words.
And a rare smile appeared on Scathach's face.
"The best repayment to a teacher is to surpass them? It seems you had a very excellent teacher. Then I will look forward to it! I will look forward to the day you defeat me! When that day comes..."
Lancer didn't hear the rest of the sentence, but he didn't force it. For him, this was enough.
And he was more concerned about Scathach's attitude regarding Leone's situation.
"Then, Master, can you resurrect Leone?"
In Lancer expectant eyes, the other person shook her head.
"As the Queen of the 'Land of Shadows', it is my right to grant 'warriors' bodies that can move within the Land of Shadows, but bringing the dead back to life is clearly not among them. Do you remember the question I asked you before? Why do you swing the spear in your hand?"
"To... survive."
At this moment, Lancer voice was a bit low, but he didn't know if it was because of Leone's situation, or because his reason sounded too ordinary.
But Scathach didn't seem to care and nodded.
"If that's the case, then have you ever thought about what you'll do after you achieve your wish?"
"What to do?"
"Ask yourself."
What to do next?
Looking at Leone in the distance, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the long spear in his hand.
Since he can survive, then he will protect the people close to him so they can survive too...
Although Lancer didn't know about the so-called 'power of the heart', his 'learning' progress did become faster and faster after he resolved his emotional knot.
Scathach had never taught him any specific moves. According to her, it was —
'Everyone has their own fighting style that is most suitable for them. Even I can't be sure what your future will be like. So I will guide you, but the one who makes the final decision is still you!'
However, what he didn't expect was that Scathach stopped him after a test, just before the two-month deadline.
"The sparring session tomorrow has been cancelled for now."
"Is something wrong?"
Although his body was extremely tired, he still forced himself to sit up. This was the most basic respect for his 'teacher'. But Scathach didn't seem to care too much. Instead, she squatted down and handed him an earring.
"What is this?"
"It's like a pass. Weren't you curious about where Cu Chulainn went all this time?"
Hearing the other person's question, Lancer nodded in direct admission. After all, he had been curious for a long time. However, every time, Cu Chulainn would change the subject, saying that he had no right to talk about it. Now he could finally know the answer.
"The 'Land of Shadows' is the land of the dead. Aren't you curious where the dead are?"
When he first arrived here, Lancer didn't know what the 'Land of Shadows' was, but later, because of Leone's situation, he specifically asked Cu Chulainn for related knowledge. Cu Chulainn had complained to him for a long time about it, something like 'You don't even know what this place is, how did you get here?'
But complaining aside, he answered all of Lancer questions meticulously, such as the legend of the 'land of the dead'.
"In the Land of Shadows, besides 'outsiders', there are also 'natives'. And those 'natives' clearly don't like the newly arrived dead. They fight every day and every night, and that's where Cu Chulainn went."
Scathach's answer also explained why Cu Chulainn's wounds were different every time he came back.
"Does that mean I can also..."
"No, you can't."
Before Lancer could finish his sentence, Scathach interrupted him.
"You're still a long way from that battlefield, but there are also scattered 'monsters' on the periphery. Weren't you envious of Cu Chulainn's 'Gae Bolg'? Go and hunt the 'monsters' there! I will make your 'Gae Bolg' for you, but you only have one chance!"
Scathach's words made Lancer eyes light up!
Gae Bolg!
This was one of the few things he had wanted most since he came to this world!