When Yulia gasped and put down the small sword in her hand, time had already passed the limit of "a few minutes". But today she is in very good shape. Looking at the scarred but still strong and unyielding silver figure clenching her double swords, her heart was also strengthened.

It was a feeling that was hard to say, not that my strength had increased, but that my heart had become more determined, like a person walking alone on a dark path who suddenly saw a goal far ahead of him.

That goal may be far, far away, or even unreachable, but for those who are moving forward in the dark, it is already a completely different feeling than before.

At the very least, she would know that someone had walked the same path as herself, or even further.

Just in this way, she felt that her efforts were not in vain. It's not just yourself who is fighting on such a path.

"Smack!" Ulysses applauded his sister's performance, he had wanted to tell her to stop at the beginning, he had never seen Yulia exercise for so long. For Yuria, who was frail and sickly, it was a miracle to swing her sword for so long.

Today, it's like a miracle coming together.

Yuria, who had received Ulysses' compliment, smiled happily, and she put away her sword and returned to him, leaning against the tree with him.

The wind blew gently, bringing the energetic smell of Xia Yue, and because of a little exercise, Yulia sweated a lot, making the bandages on her hands soaked.

But for her, it was a moment of luxury and happiness, because she hadn't done it for a long, long time since she had swung her sword freely like this, and done it all in one go. The last time I was able to do this in front of my brother seemed to be when she was young.

At that time, her body was quite ordinary, not very healthy, but she was not too sick. At that time, she practiced with Lashya, and even relied on her good swordsmanship talent to defeat many children of the same age.

However, that happiness did not last long, but after a year or two, her body began to weaken, and her strength showed no signs of increasing at all. At a time when children of her age have begun to practice with heavier swords and harder protective gear, she can still only use this small wooden sword to practice.

Everyone is growing, but she is stagnant and even retreating. Obviously, she can do it, and she can even understand those complex sword skills faster, but her body can't use it.

No one understands that feeling of powerlessness better than her, the feeling of not being able to grow no matter what, and not wanting to give up, the feeling of being stuck in the dark and unable to move forward. It's like falling into a dark quagmire, watching yourself sink.

Until, she got her own sword.

"Yuria, do you still use this sword?" Ulysses looked at the familiar wooden sword in Yuria's hand, which he made for her beginners, and chose a sword made of very light wood, which even a child could use freely.

But after so many years of use, this sword still hasn't broke, which is not a small miracle. Seeing that Yulia had been using this sword, he wondered if this was the one he had made before.

Is the sword he made so strong and durable?

"Yes, because this is a sword from my brother. Yulia held the little sword, which was no longer the same as it was. It was a mixture of her blood, her life, her hope, and had become a part of her body.

Even if she died, she wouldn't let go of the sword. For her, the sword was already her hands, her feet, her blood, her soul, her life.

She'll use this sword, and she'll keep using it. No matter what kind of powerful weapons she acquires in the future, and how far she goes, this sword must also be her most precious treasure.

Because of the sword given to her by her brother, she did not sink in the dark quagmire, and in despair again and again, it gave her the last courage and strength.

Because of this sword now, she walked out of the dark quagmire and began to move forward into the unknown. Now, she didn't know where the path would lead, but no matter what, it was an infinite number of times better than sinking into the dark mire.

And, right today, right here, she saw the people in front of the road. The silver-haired girl she longed for was her ideal hero.

"You're still the same, you like swords so much. Ulysses touched his sister's hair, proper exercise is good for the body, so he didn't stop her from practicing. It's just that the practice is only to the extent of practice at most, so don't overdo it.

Yulia is not Rasha, her body is too weak to fight.

"Brother, is your ambition to become a priest?" Yulia looked into Ulysses' eyes with the most serious eyes.

"Yes, for you, and for everyone. Ulysses nodded, such an ideal may seem unrealistic to others, for the priesthood is one of the most difficult professions in the world to find, and even more so the most respectable.

But he will work hard, for his sister and for everyone.

"Then, my ideal is to become a brave man, and not lose to the brave of Sister Laxia. Yulia clenched the sword in her hand and said in front of her brother the profession she longed for the most.

It's not impulsive or cranky, it's a dream she's been chasing. Even if this dream was more unrealistic and impossible than Ulysses's ideal of a priesthood, she did not want to give up on it once.

Because that is the ideal and the dream. No matter how much time has passed, no matter how much it costs, I want to fulfill my wishes.

"You're still the same, but don't break your body, or Mom, Lasha and I will be worried. Ulysses disappetically tidied up his sister's somewhat disheveled hair, wiping the sweat off her forehead by the way.

Therefore, he couldn't see how firm and persistent Yulia's eyes were at this moment. It was Yulia's own light, which had been covered by the light of Laxia, and she who could not emit her own light, was constantly growing and advancing.

At this moment, her appearance is surprisingly similar to the silver-haired girl who disappeared here, and the eyes of both are equally strong and beautiful. In their eyes, they have the power to change even the world.

(To be continued)