Chapter 79
“Were you consumed by a talent that surpassed all others, or was it him or the abyss in your heart? Is there an end to swordsmanship, and if there is, what is it that you think it is?”
The end of the sword.
Questioned about my willingness to reach that end, the Berserker lifted his sword and swung it a few times, its weight seemingly incomparably shallow and light.
“Does the sword have a dao.”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“It reads the will of the sword it seeks to reach and becomes one with it.”
“He is not wrong, but I do not know the sword’s wielder.”
The tip of the Berserker’s blade glows blue. It was a blue unlike the blue of the Southern Palace’s firmament.
The blue clouds floating in the middle of the sky glowed in the sunlight, and there were spots where they turned purple with a faint hint of color. It skillfully copes with the changes of nature and remains in a form that gently embraces any moment, just as it changes countless times with the passage of the seasons.
“That’s the blue cloud I hold.”
The blue tip of the sword turns red. The transformation into a flowing red aura was mysterious.
It was as if the red energy contained the color of the setting sun, and the red light pierced through the blue clouds to illuminate the pouring rain. The red energy melting into the tip of the sword felt beautiful, as if it was embracing everything around it, as if everyone was smiling warmly at the warmth of the sunlight.
“This is the redness I wish to express.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the sword as the aura contained within it changed from moment to moment, leaving an afterimage in the air. They are clearly two different energies, but how can they face each other without conflict? The stronger energy will always overpower the weaker energy.
