Myth: I am God!

Chapter 76 Departure

Dicttis stayed in Canaan for about a week.

Perseus and Isaac, although they had a minor disagreement during the first day...

But after what happened that night, they quickly became acquainted.

The two were no different from brothers.

Perseus was a crown prince of excellent character and learning.

Whether in terms of knowledge, etiquette, or even military skills such as swordsmanship, he far surpasses Isaac, the mischievous Canaanite child.

Under Perseus's influence, Isaac surprisingly became much more obedient...

And apart from that.

The two often sparred in swordsmanship in Old Tyr's yard.

Old Tyr did not object to his two friends' children playing in the yard.

He also frequently offered guidance and instruction on their swordsmanship shortcomings.

Perhaps because Isaac was still a beginner, he was unable to defeat Perseus in swordsmanship. In fact, it wasn't even a close fight; Isaac was completely outmatched by Perseus in both strength and skill...

Even old Tyre praised it in this way:

"Prince Perseus is a genius in swordsmanship."

"My few days of practice are equivalent to a year of hard training for others."

"Perhaps if you had a sharp sword back then, you could have easily dealt with those wolves..."

Perseus smiled shyly.

Isaac, holding his small wooden sword, seemed to have become indifferent to many things.

But he was still somewhat unwilling, so he asked old Tyr:

"Grandpa Tyr, what about me?"

At this point, Old Tyr would display the linguistic artistry he had honed through years of hard work and experience:

"Isaac is also good; he's a hardworking genius."

"Moreover, he is still young, and he will definitely be able to show his talent when he grows up."

The child doesn't understand these intricacies yet, but he's happy when adults praise him.

However, Isaac always lost in sword duels.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Isaac challenged Perseus dozens of times. On one day, aside from eating and sleeping, Isaac was either dueling with Perseus or on his way to a duel with Perseus...

He knew Perseus was about to leave, and he was determined to win at least once...

The wind blew through the large trees in the courtyard.

On the last evening of the last day.

Isaac challenged Perseus once again.

"You need to practice more; you can't see results in swordsmanship in just a few days..."

Perseus felt a headache coming on.

However, for the sake of his friend, he accepted Isaac's duel.

Dicttis and Pan were about to leave, and Yara intended to see them off, but seeing the children's impending contest, they too became interested and decided to watch Isaac and Perseus's battle before departing...

With adults watching, Isaac and Perseus felt a lot of pressure.

Isaac wanted to prove that he was not weak.

Perseus, however, did not want to lose face in front of his father...

At sunset.

The boys, each holding a wooden sword, stood facing each other on the grass.

One was the son of a god, the crown prince.

One is the offspring of a hero, a descendant of the Messiah.

The wind blows across the open fields, and the clouds are orange-yellow.

As a leaf slowly drifts down.

The two set off at the same time.

Isaac gritted his teeth,

One sword strike, brimming with ferocity!

He used all his strength to strike Perseus.

He was confident that this shot would hit.

Perseus will surely be either killed or seriously injured!

Perseus saw this.

He sighed.

He gently deflected Isaac's loose sword strike...

The wooden sword was pressed against Isaac's chest.

Apply pressure gently.

Isaac then plopped down on the ground.

The outcome is decided.

Isaac stared blankly at Perseus, pursed his lips, and looked somewhat dejected after losing again...

Perseus then reached out his hand to him.

Isaac was taken aback, then reached out and clasped his hands.

Perseus pulled him up with all his might...

At sunset.

Perseus said with a smile:

"Maybe you'll be able to beat me next time..."

"I'm waiting for you."

After he finished speaking, amidst the laughter of the adults, he was told this.

Perseus and Dicttis boarded the carriage.

Isaac, on the other hand, was standing on the grass with his father and his grandfather Tyr.

I watched as the carriage gradually disappeared into the distance.

Disappearing into the twilight.

......

After going home.

Isaac complained to his father, and he asked:

"Why was Perseus so powerful?"

"I practiced so hard, but I still couldn't last even one move..."

The father rubbed Isaac's head and said with a smile:

"It's perfectly normal that we can't beat Perseus..."

Isaac asked in confusion:

Why?

"The other kids his age can't beat me..."

"But only Perseus."

"You defeated me in an instant..."

The father shook his head and explained:

"It's not just about age..."

"He's very special..."

Father Yara looked at the flames, as if recalling some past event.

Isaac was still confused.

But then, the father turned around and said to Isaac:

"However, you are also special..."

"When you turn ten, I'll tell you something..."

"But before that..."

"Isaac...my son."

"You just need to grow up happily and healthily."

"You don't have to bear any responsibility..."

Isaac nodded, somewhat confused.

......

And on the morning of the next day

Isaac got up early, amidst the adults' puzzled gazes.

He took the wooden sword and went to Grandpa Tyr's yard.

Recalling Perseus's appearance, he abandoned his previous lazy and mischievous ways and said to old Tyr:

"Grandpa Tyr!"

"I want to learn swordsmanship..."

"Unlike before, I'm going to study seriously..."

Old Tyr smiled as he looked at Isaac, who seemed quite mature for his age, and asked:

"Oh?"

Why is that?

Isaac said firmly:

"I want to defeat Perseus!"

Old Tyre said:

"You must become a qualified swordsman."

"That's not difficult..."

"But you must defeat Perseus..."

"It requires several times the effort."

"Can you do it?"

Isaac nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Old Tyr laughed and handed an iron sword to Isaac.

When Isaac took the sword, it felt heavy in his hand, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Wave it a thousand times."

Isaac was taken aback, but the thought of surpassing Perseus spurred him on, and he gritted his teeth, raised his iron sword, and began to swing it again and again...

And with each swing, he uses all his strength...

After swinging it more than ten times.

He felt weak all over and couldn't even stand up straight.

however.

When old Tyr thought Isaac was too weak and was about to fall to the ground.

For some reason, a greenish energy surged from Isaac's body, slowly replenishing his strength...

Just as Isaac was about to fall, he suddenly stepped on the ground.

Regaining his balance, he gritted his teeth, gripped the iron sword, and swung it again...

From morning to afternoon...

Isaac swung the iron sword, which weighed several tens of kilograms, approximately eight hundred times...

However, this has already reached his limit...

He felt increasingly dizzy and eventually collapsed from exhaustion.