Mushoku Tensei Spanish:Volume 11 Chapter 109.1

Esta traducción ha sido realizada a partir de la versión inglesa encontrada en esta misma página (enlace) realizada por Vanant.

Traducido por Sergiocamjur (talk) 15:11, 8 November 2015 (UTC)

Volumen 11 Capítulo 109.1 - Capítulo Especial - Afilando los Colmillos

1ª Parte

La Tierra Santa de la Espada posee a 1 hora de camino en dirección norte un cabo sin nombre ni importancia.

En semejante sitio se encontraba una joven entrenando con su espada en solitario, repitiendo una y otra vez un corte en el viento. Este ataque no era ningún tipo de técnica o Kata del estilo del Filo Celestial, tan solo eran golpes en el viento.

Y la chica que se encontraba realizando este repetitivo entrenamiento es Eris Greyrat.

"..."

Eris Greyrat se encontraba ejecutando simples golpes al aire con su espada en un lugar apartado sin nadie a su alrededor, sin nada más que ocupara sus pensamientos salvo el movimiento, imitando un perfecto Mushin.

Para la joven, entrenar mientras te asaltaban pensamientos innecesarios era perder el tiempo; al igual que imitar a otros sin comprender el sentido de sus movimientos era igual de estúpido.

Esta joven creía que realizando el movimiento poniendo todo tu ser en cada golpe, sin alejar la mente del mismo, serviría para afilar su el filo de la hoja en la que quería convertirse. Que cada golpe fuera afilando la hoja un mínimo imperceptible, pero seguro.

Lo que la joven no sabía es cuánto debía afilar esa hoja, cuántos golpes serían necesarios para conseguir la fuerza que buscaba.... Cuánto tiempo necesitaría repetir este proceso para alcanzar a Orsted...

La respuesta a esta pregunta no era conocida por Eris, ni por nadie.

... Podría ser que por mucho que afile mis colmillos, jamás pueda vencer a Orsted.

Y esto exactamente era lo que la joven comprendía como un Pensamiento Innecesario.

"...Tcht."

Eris chasqueó su lengua al comprender que había perdido la concentración, agitó su cabeza y se sentó en el suelo donde se puso a meditar.

Era un círculo vicioso que carcomía a la joven en su entrenamiento, puesto que su meta era vencer a Orsted, pero cuanto más se esforzaba en conseguirlo, más alejado veía su objetivo.

En sus orígenes, Ghyslaine, la persona a la que Eris consideraba su Shishou le dijo las siguientes palabras:

Sé Lógica.

Pero para Eris, la lógica era algo complicada, porque por mucho que se parara a analizar lo que le rodea buscando una solución, no era capaz de encontrarla y se perdía en gran cantidad de situaciones.

Por este hecho, Ruijerd, el que Eris consideraba como su segundo Shishou, fue exactamente lo que la joven necesitaba para calmar sus ansias.

A diferencia de la lógica que solicitaba Ghyslaine, Ruijerd tan solo se lanzaba contra Eris en combates de práctica, la tumbaba a golpes y sus únicas palabras de enseñanza fueron ¿Lo comprendes ahora?.

Al principio Eris no era capaz de comprender lo que Ruijerd intentaba mostrarle, pero al final, tras intentarlo una y otra vez, cada día, sin descanso, incluso cuando su cabeza se bloqueara, consiguió comprender a lo que este se refería, pudiendo ver por fin la Lógica.

Por todo esto, Eris respetaba a Ghyslaine, al igual que respetaba a Ruijerd; y aun con las irritantes clases del Dios del Filo, viendo como esas personas le respetaban, comprendió que ella también debía respetarle.

Y por eso continuaba día tras día dando golpes al aire bloqueando su mente hasta que el cansancio la sacaba de ese estado, tras lo que simplemente se sentaría para reposar buscando la lógica y la respuesta. Y cuando se hartaba de pensar, simplemente se ponía en pie para repetir el proceso.

La persona que le encargó que realizara este entrenamiento fue el propio Dios del Filo, entrena, descansa, entrena, descansa. Si te da hambre, come; pero entrena y descansa.

Al principio, Eris había realizado este entrenamiento en el dojo, pero siempre había alguien o algo que la acababa interrumpiendo; en su mayoría, otras mujeres que entrenaban en ese lugar, con cualquiera de las siguientes frases.

"Eh, vente a realizar con nosotras el entrenamiento matutino."

"Eh, ya está el arroz, ven a comer."

"Eh, ¿te vienes a entrenar conmigo?"

"Eh, apestas, ve a darte un baño."

Cansada de estas interrupciones, Eris decidió abandonar el dojo.

Se puso en marcha sin ninguna dirección en mente, caminando en línea recta, y acabó encontrando un cabo sin nadie que la molestara y viendo esto, continuó su entrenamiento en este lugar.

Para comer utilizaba cualquier cosa que se trajera de la cocina del dojo o cualquier monstruo que viniera atacarla; debido al frío invernal, se trajo leños para hacer una fogata que prendía con la magia que aun recordaba; y cuando necesitara dormir, regresaba al dojo donde recuperaba susfuerzas.

Este estilo de vida se había prolongado durante medio año; en el que entrenaba, pensaba, entrenaba, pensaba.

En este tiempo, había una cosa que Eris había comprendido, que entrenar la espada es complicado.

De pequeña creía que pelear con espadas era mucho más sencillo que estudiar, y que se le daba mucho mejor; pensamiento que aun ha día de hoy mantiene. Comprendía que se le da mejor pelear que estudiar. Pero eso no quitaba que fuera algo sencillo.

Pensándolo un poco, aprender lo que otros te enseñan es más sencillo que descubrirlo por ti misma... Como por ejemplo, dar un golpe al aire como estoy haciendo. Solo tengo que subir la espada más rápido y golpear lo más rápido posible, pero haga lo que haga, no lo consigo.

Pero aun con eso en mente, no dejó de intentarlo, ya que había comprendido que su velocidad había aumentado mucho comparado con como empezó.

...Pero Ghyslaine es más rápida que yo, Ruijerd es incluso más rápido que Ghyslaine, el Dios del Filo les supera a ambos y Orsted... no sé ni por cuánto supera a esos 3.

Sentada, Eris se puso a pensar, analizando cómo debería golpear con su espada, imaginándose las figuras del Dios del Filo, Ruijerd y a Orsted imitando el movimiento.

¿Cómo haría el gesto el Dios del Filo? ¿Y Ruijerd? ¿Cómo pelearía Orsted con una espada?

Siguiendo esa pregunta, haría lo imposible por imitarles en su cabeza, analizando el funcionamiento de cada músculo de sus cuerpos desde la yema de sus dedos hasta el hombro. Porque aunque Eris buscaba llegar a su altura, su meta era vencerles, trascenderles, superarles a todos.

Pero no sé cómo hacerlo... ¿Cómo voy a saberlo? Si no se me da bien pensar.

Y cansada de pensar, se pone en pie para volver a agitar su espada cortando el aire y sin dejar que los pensamientos la saquen de la sensación y el movimiento.

Alzar la espada, golpear con ella.

Más rápido...

Alzar la espada, golpear con ella.

Más rápido...

Este gesto es repetido decenas de veces, cientos, miles... embriagándose de la sensación hasta que pensamientos innecesarios le interrumpieran, hecho que solía ocurrir cuando se cansaba.

"...Tcht."

Llegando a ese punto, no pudo evitar chasquear la lengua y volver a sentarse.

Le dolían las manos de sujetar y golpear con la espada y su mente era incapaz de olvidarse de la molestia. Sacó un trozo de tela de su pecho y se envolvió la mano con él.

Para Eris, el dolor que sentía de hacer este entrenamiento no era nada, y mucho menos comparado con lo ocurrido en la Mandíbula Inferior del Dragón Rojo.

Comparado con ese momento, esto no es nada... por mucho que pueda sufrir dolor, o sea bastante severo o lo frustante que pueda ser. El entrenamiento es sencillo, comparado con lo que sentí ese día; por mucho que ahora esté totalmente sola, sin Ludeus ahí para apoyarme... pero puedo soportarlo.

"Ludeus..."

Pero no siguió pensando en ello, ya que se le daba mal pensar demasiado.

Además, comprendía que no era una persona especialmente optimista; sabía que si pensara demasiado en él se derrumbaría y no podría seguir.

"Fuuu..."

3 años ya.... Sé que he avanzado mucho, pero todavía me queda mucho camino por delante...

Y con esto en mente, se puso nuevamente en pie para repetir su entrenamiento con la espada.

2ª Parte

Cuando Eris no pudo soportar más el cansancio, regresó al dojo.

Allí se encontró a un desconocido que se encontraba frente a las puertas del dojo al que ella se dirigía. Se trataba de un hombre increíblemente excéntrico que iba vestido con un abrigo coloreado como un arcoíris y unos pantalones cortos que no le llegaban ni a la rodilla; en su cintura llevaba 4 espadas. Además, en su mejilla llevaba tatuado un pavo real y su peinado le recordaba a una cazuela para saltear verdura.

Cuando el hombre se dio cuenta de la presencia de Eris, inclinó su cabeza ligeramente a modo de saludo.

"Me presento, soy-"

"Aparta."

Eris solo le dirigió una palabra al hombre que le impedía entrar al dojo; no le quedaban fuerzas para nada más.

El entrenamiento de Eris había afilado su presencia, al igual que sus colmillos; el brillo en sus ojos era más propio de una bestia que de una persona, y una fuerte sed de sangre manaba de ella casi con un brillo perceptible.

El hombre comprendió que ante él se encontraba una bestia salvaje que no dejaría que nadie se acercase.

"...¡!"

Ante este ser, el excéntrico hombre no dudó en desenvainar su espada.

"Estás en medio. Aparta."

Eris dio un paso al frente conforme pronunció estas palabras. Para Eris, el hombre no era más que un estorbo en su camino, una piedra que le impedía tomar el camino más rápido hacia su merecido descanso.

" "Wh-, what's with this woman...?"

At the time, the man hadn't realized that Eris was speaking. A starving beast was before his eyes. While the hungry beast was out searching for prey, he had unfortunately come across it. That was the conclusion he had reached based on his experiences.

He hadn't thought that a beast would speak. However, after a few seconds Eris prepared her sword, and only then did he finally realize her true nature. It seemed that she was human, and a swordswoman.

"I am 『Peacock Sword』 Auber. 'I am here to meet the disciple of the Sword God Style.' Could you please convey this to Sword God-sam-..."

"I told you to move."

While irritated, Eris advanced another step. "Move" she said. However, that line didn't reach the man named Auber. All that reached him was her bloodlust.

Speaking to her was useless. This idea floated through this man's mind. It was likely that after her next step, he would be in her range. Realizing this, Auber's right hand grasped his sword tightly, whilst his left hand moved to the shortsword at his waist. However, the swords he held were pointed the wrong way; the side that faced Eris was the back of the blade.

He was now in her range. In that instant, Eris decided to remove the rock in front of her.

"Shh!" [Sfx: He's exhaling through the teeth]

Eris's blade flew. It was the 『Longsword of Light』 that had been sharpened to the limit because of her practice swings. It was a technique that the average person could do nothing against: the Sword God Style's certain kill technique.

"Fhh-!"

But that was only for the average person. Auber swung the swords in his hands and parried it. Sensing this, Eris moved for a return swing.

"...!"

Eris's sword was checked by the sword in Auber's left hand. Auber was dual-wielding, whereas Eris was using a two-handed grip. The power of their strikes couldn't be compared. Eris simply swung. However, she was parried. Her sword stopped near the man's dish-antenna hairdo. Eris was parried and because of that she stumbled forward.

In that instant, Auber's right sword moved. It was aimed at Eris's neck and moving at a terrifying speed.

"Tsk!"

Eris let go of her sword and fell to the ground in a squat. Auber's sword cut through the space where Eris' neck had been.

Like a cat, Eris rolled her body. She was aiming for her sword. Auber immediately kicked it away. It was buried in the snow.

It would've been his victory. Normally, that is.

However, Eris didn't stop. Seeing that she couldn't attack with a sword, she leapt at Auber barehanded.

Auber immediately slapped Eris away with the flat of his blade. It was a strong enough impact to break the bones in one's neck.

However.

However, Eris wouldn't stop.

"Gahhhhh!"

Eris swung her fist at the chip of Auber's chin. Still grasping his swords, Auber moved his left arm to stop it.

"Mu-!"

Auber's right hand was caught by Eris. Her fingers arrived at the sword's pommel. She was trying to take his sword.

A chill ran down Auber's spine. He realized that this beast couldn't be stopped unless he killed her. He kicked away the woman who was holding him and righted the swords that he had been holding backwards until now.

By luck, Eris had been kicked to where her sword was. Her breathing wild, she picked up her sword. There was no choice but to kill her. The moment Auber readied his sword and seriously meant to kill,

"That's enough."

suddenly, a voice rang out. The bloodlust stilled. Eris as well received that killing intent and stopped her movements.

At some point, the Sword God had been standing at the entrance of the dojo. Auber sheathed his sword, and Eris collapsed onto her back with a flop. Breathing wildly, she looked up at the sky. Her face was warped into an expression of frustration.

Auber placed his right hand to his chest and bowed.

"It has been a while, Sword God-sama."

"You've come, 『North Emperor』."

"I saw your letter and... And then that girl..."

"Yeah, amazin' right?"

"It's my first time meeting such a serious swordsman. She was like a beast... Ahh, is this the Mad Dog that you mentioned?"

Whilst Auber chatted with the Sword God, Eris stood up, swaying like a ghost. Seeing that figure, Auber readied his sword.

"..."

Eris glared at Auber and entered the dojo.

"..."

Without even sparing a backwards glance to the dumbfounded Auber, Eris entered the building. Whilst wiping the gash on her cheek, without even shaking off the snow, she walked down the corridor and entered her room. She then tossed her sword near her pillow and collapsed onto her hard bed. Like that, she slept like a log.

She was bitter about her loss. However, right now that was a trivial matter to Eris.

Part 3

That evening, Ghyslaine arrived at the [Space of the Present] audience room.

There sat the Sword God Gul Farion and a guest, 『North Emperor Auber』.

He had an eccentric hairstyle and odd clothing. Ghyslaine was frowning a little. However, she didn't pay it any heed and rudely entered. She then immediately got to the point.

"Shisho, why aren't you teaching Eris?"

Hearing that, the Sword God gave a short laugh.

"I am teaching her, aren't I?"

"How to do practice swings?"

"No, how to forge herself."

The Sword God answered as if natural. His voice had none of the usual wildness. It was a calm reply. Ghyslaine couldn't stomach such an attitude. That's why she racked her dull mind and chose her words.

"This is something that Shisho always says. [Do everything rationally], you say."

"I did say that."

"Eris spends everyday doing sword swings like an idiot; just what part of that is rational?"

"Hah...?"

The Sword God looked at Ghyslaine like she was a nuisance.

"When did you start to talk about annoying things like this?"

"Before I returned here!"

"...Will you no longer listen to what your Shisho says?"

"However... Uh!"

Before Ghyslaine had noticed, a sword was pointed at her. To an ordinary person it would've looked like the sword had suddenly appeared. Ghyslaine had seen the movement of the sword. However, she hadn't been able to respond. Even if she was a Sword King, in the face of the man who was this generation's fastest, she wasn't skilled enough to react properly.

"Ghyslaine. You know, I kinda regret teaching you a little."

"..."

"That old Ghyslaine who was like a hungry tiger lost her fangs and turned into a little kitten. Even though had you stayed as you were, you'd be a Sword Emperor by now."

Ghyslaine gulped at the Sword God's words. Lately, Ghyslaine herself had sensed that she had become weaker.

However, it wasn't something that she had thought of as a bad thing. Indeed, her growth as a swordsman had stopped. She wouldn't become any stronger than this. However, in exchange she had gained something great: they were wisdom and knowledge. They were things that she would never gain from swordsmanship.

"I won't pull out anymore fangs."

The Sword God was dedicated to the sword. He expected Ghyslaine to understand with just that. However, Ghyslaine irritably asked,

"I don't understand. Why aren't you training her? Isn't Eris pitiful like this?"

The Sword God sighed. He sighed as though Ghyslaine was a child who wouldn't understand unless you spelled it out from A to Z for her.

"Listen up, Ghyslaine. If you just wanted to surpass me, then following rational methods to the end, you could surpass me one day. I myself ended up where I am by following rational methods, after all. Well, of course to become a Sword God you'd need effort and talent as well, but let's leave that aside. What that girl is aiming for is the Dragon God. The Dragon God Orsted. He's 『an existence beyond rationality』. HE's a monster in a completely different league. With only my teachings, you'll never defeat him."

The Sword God narrowed his eyes as if recalling something nostalgic. He himself had actually fought with Orsted once. It was before he had become a Sword God, back when he was still a stubborn Sword Saint. Though it had been a complete loss, for some reason his life wasn't taken; on the contrary, he didn't even know why he was left without even a limb missing. His stubbornness had been completely broken, and after that he continued to train with Orsted as his goal. The result of that was his ascension to Sword God. It was exactly because of this that he didn't feel like being interrupted further on this topic.

"Hey, Ghyslaine. Training isn't the same as practice, yanno? Even more so if you have a goal. There's no point if you just blindly accept what someone else tells you. Right?"

"...Shisho always speaks of difficult things. I don't understand."

"Hah!"

Ghyslaine replied. The Sword God snorted.

That's right. She's an idiot who won't understand even if you carefully spell it out from A to Z.

"Well, the point is that she's not just gonna be taking lessons from me. For that purpose, I've prepared various things. To start with, this guy."

Saying this, the Sword God pointed at Auber. Auber gave a small nod and greeted her.

"I am the North Emperor, Auber Corvette. I'm known as 『Peacock Sword』."

Ghyslaine frowned. It was because an indescribable odor was coming from Auber's body. It was a strong, citrusy smell. It was probably a perfume. To a member of the Beast Race like Ghyslaine, it was an unpleasant smell.

"What business does the North God Style have here?"

"I've been called here by Sword God-sama. He wanted me to train one of his students, he said."

Ghyslaine made an even more doubtful expression. She then questioned the Sword God.

"Why the North God Style? Eris isn't suitable for their kind of makeshift style."

"Because the Dragon God uses it."

The doubt on Ghyslaine's face deepened. She had never heard that the Dragon God used the North God Style. If he were a North God Style, then the Second Place was likely the North God.

"Just what kind of person is the Dragon God?"

"Like I'd know... But that guy, whether it's the Sword God Style, or the North God style, what he uses incorporates all of that. Of course if you can use it, then you can deal with it, and that guy uses it. In that case if we don't learn to use it too, we won't be able to fight evenly against him."

The grimness on Ghyslaine's face disappeared. After all, learning to use the techniques that the enemy used was an extremely rational approach.

"I see, so in the future you'll call for the Water God Style as well?"

"Yeah, I'll send a letter."

"I see."

Ghyslaine's tail started swaying in a good mood. Seeing that, the Sword God chuckled bitterly. As long as it was a reply she could easily understand, she would consent. In this respect, she hadn't changed at all since the past.

"Well then, North Emperor-dono, please stay at your leisure."

Because her doubts had cleared, Ghyslaine had stood up and greeted the North Emperor. She got down on one knee and performed the particular etiquette passed down in the Sword God Style.

"Mmn, Sword King-dono. I'll be in your care."

Auber once again placed a hand to his chest and returned the greeting. And so like that, Eris would begin her training from the beginning again.

------

Eris would eventually become a 『North Saint』 a year from that point.

Notas del traductor y Referencias

Ir al Capítulo Anterior

Volver a la Página Principal

Ir al Capítulo Siguiente