Don't force me to use my right fist.

Meanwhile, a piece of Yao Ji's clothing slowly slid from mid-air to the ground.

The old man turned around with a look of relief and indescribable surprise, looking at the black-haired boy who had his eyes closed and seemed to still be savoring the memory of that attack.

The idea that the student surpasses the teacher should not apply to the art of swordsmanship. Every swing of the sword is an accumulation of experience. Even a genius in swordsmanship needs countless swings to grasp that sword heart.

But Saya completely shattered his long-held belief. In less than half a day, he transformed from an amateur who couldn't even properly wield a sword into someone capable of replicating or even surpassing his own sword techniques.

Although it's an exaggeration to say that, Yoki still has to admit that Sōyū has surpassed him in some respects.

You could say he really is the legendary genius.

To be able to comprehend the sword heart so quickly and to be able to completely master the longsword in one's hand is something that Yao Ji has never heard of before.

Of course, if he knew that Sawa actually considered wielding a sword and a pickaxe as something else, I wonder what this sword master would think.

Chapter 424 Deification

"You have completed your apprenticeship."

After demonstrating all the sword techniques he had mastered to Saya, Soul Reaper put down his long sword and waited for Saya to come out of his profound sense of enlightenment before slowly speaking to him.

"Huh? That fast? How about some after-school tutoring?"

Zuoyou had been fighting endlessly with the old man in the house for a day and a night, and the entire courtyard was covered with traces left by various kinds of sword energy.

If Yoki hadn't already possessed the body of an undead, he might have been worn down by Sayu long ago. After all, he was already quite old, and Sayu simply couldn't withstand such pressure.

Now, Zuoyou can cut off his attacks by instinct alone. As for the old man's sword skills, although he can't say he has completely mastered them, he has at least grasped some of their essence.

It's hard to imagine that someone who has only been practicing swordsmanship for a day could reach this level. Even Yoki could only marvel at Sawachi's extraordinary talent.

"That's all I can teach you. The rest you have to learn on your own. Treat the sword in your hand as a friend and partner. Every swing of your sword is a form of growth, and this growth will eventually push you to a level even higher than mine."

Even at a human level, Saku was already terrifyingly powerful, so Yoki naturally knew that his true strength was far greater than that. As a human, he had already seen the limits of his own swordsmanship, and he wanted Saku to witness the rest for himself.

"Yes, I will absolutely not give up practicing."

Sōyu also knew that some things could be accomplished through common practice, but others could only be achieved through the accumulation of time and diligence. He seemed to have surpassed the old man's appearance, but there was still a significant gap between their levels of understanding.

"In that case, I can leave satisfied. If possible, when you help me see a higher level of swordsmanship, please remember to offer a sacrifice to this old man."

He smiled with satisfaction at Sōyū. The old man, who had turned into a few wisps of light as the dawn sun rose, put down his long sword and took one last look at the house behind him, the place where he had lived through birth, old age, sickness, and death.

His long-cherished wish has been completely fulfilled, and he should indeed be freed from this body and get a proper rest once again.

This time, Sōyu did not stop him. This time, his disappearance was entirely the old man's own will. After passing on all his swordsmanship to Sōyu, he owed Sōyu nothing more. For him, who was all alone, death was perhaps the best end.

Silently watching the old man slowly sit down on the ground and disappear, leaning on his long sword, Zuoyou pondered for a moment, then put the Jugetsu Blade in his hand on his waist and solemnly bowed to the old man who had become nothing but a shadow.

"May you have a safe journey, Teacher Yaoji."

Saya understands the importance of respecting teachers. The old man had imparted his sword skills to him without reservation, so it was only right for Saya to call him "teacher."

As for the old man's final blessing, which he wasn't even sure could be called a wish, Sawa deeply engraved it in his heart.

"As for the limits of swordsmanship, I will go and see for you."

The old man smiled slightly upon receiving Sōyū's reply, nodded, and then rested his forehead on the hilt of the longsword in front of him. It was like a dream that had appeared out of nowhere; interesting, yet also somewhat tiring.

As people get older, they really do need to rest more.

As the old man's eyes closed completely, his already ethereal, shadow-like figure vanished into the world in a wisp of green breeze. Two Shikon Jewel shards fell from where the old man had been sitting, along with a fluffy object resembling a white cotton candy.

Sōyū did not rush to pick up the old man's last belongings. Instead, he slowly raised his head, looked in the direction where the green breeze had dissipated, bowed once more, and then returned to his original expression.

After a day and night of kendo practice, Saya was more exhausted mentally than physically. He simply put away the old man's belongings and wanted to rest for a while, mimicking the old man's disappearing posture.

After casually finding a relatively clean spot in this completely quiet house and lying down, Saya intended to take a short nap to wake himself up from the state of endlessly repeating sword techniques in his mind.

But as he habitually glanced at the chat bar in the lower left corner, he seemed to see something unbelievable and jumped up from the half-reclined open space.

Faith value unlocked, current faith: 251.

You can deify yourself by consuming Faith. Enter /gamemode 1 in the chat to activate it, and it will automatically deactivate when you run out of Faith.

Zuoyou didn't know what it meant to "become a god," nor did he understand why he had those inexplicable two hundred-plus points of faith.

But one thing he was very clear about was that few people who had played Minecraft wouldn't be confused about the meaning of that seemingly inconspicuous command: /gamemode 1.

Switching to Creative Mode, in a sense, does indeed live up to the mythical status of the Minecraft world.

Once this command is activated, the player transforms from a tourist into an omnipotent creator god, capable of changing the world at will; calling him a god wouldn't be inaccurate.

If he had unlocked this thing earlier, he might not have been blown into this world by the aftershocks of the battle between those two gods.

However, on second thought, this is an impossible hypothetical scenario. After all, if he hadn't come to this world, Sōyu wouldn't have been able to obtain this mod, right?

Sōyū, who thought he had lost out big time, was so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment. He didn't know that killing a Saigō Ayakashi would bring him such an unexpected surprise. If you really want to talk about it, all the mods he had obtained before combined might not be as powerful as this one.

But soon, Saya realized a very crucial problem.

Chapter 425 Side Effects of Dream Summoning

Having completely lost all interest in resting, Saya recovered from his half-lying position, pinching his chin and maintaining a pensive posture.

He didn't even dare to try the "gamemode 1" command. Who knew if his remaining faith could sustain him for even a few seconds? He had to be as frugal as possible.

After careful recollection, Sōyū finally pinpointed the information to the specks of golden light that had fallen from the sky earlier.

The unlocking of this mod was due to contact with that, meaning all you need to do is find out why those golden lights are produced.

If we're talking about anything strange he did, it was eliminating the resurrected Saigyou Ayakashi. But he had done the same thing before; when Jorogumo, a goddess who was also a yokai, died, she didn't offer him even a shred of faith.

Could this thing possibly incite plant spirits? Saya sighed, increasingly puzzled. It seemed the only option was to ask that fox; after all, she was a prospective deity, she should know something about this, right?

Thinking this through, Zuoyou simply gave up on pondering the origins of faith and turned to look at the things Youji had left him. Since he wasn't in the mood to rest anyway, sorting through the loot was a good idea.

Saku took the soft, white ball of dough, which looked like a marshmallow, out of his backpack. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

After carefully reading the introduction with his head down, Saku finally understood where that strange sense of déjà vu came from.

[Mochi Dumpling]: Can be fused with Dream Summoning Card to synthesize Saber Summoning Card - Soul Youmu.

Saku raised an eyebrow at the dumpling. To put it bluntly, wasn't it just Youmu's half-spirit? No wonder it could be used to synthesize the Dream Summoning card.

It has roughly the same effect as a consecrated item?

Saya casually conjured a long, blank Dream Summoning Card and combined it with other items. The quantity wasn't much. Then, with a flash of green light, a card with an image of a silver-haired girl wearing a green suit and skirt appeared in Saya's palm.

"This is actually a pretty good card, much better than that uncontrollable vampire princess."

Thinking of the Vampire Princess's Dream Summoning Card that I had put deep in my backpack and was gathering dust, it was clear that the one in my hand was more practical.

Since it can be used multiple times without any negative effects, it can be considered a kind of indirect improvement.

With that thought in mind, Saya held the card between his fingers, turned the side with the design towards his chest, and then whispered a call.

As a burst of green light converged from the card toward Saku, Saku felt as if a memory that did not belong to him was forcibly stuffed into his mind.

Memories containing all sword techniques and the methods of using so-called Noble Phantasms unfolded in his mind like a decompressed compressed file. By the time Sōyu recovered, a long sword, similar in length to the twin swords wielded by Yōki whom he had met before, had appeared in his hand.

"This feeling is really quite peculiar."

Swinging the long sword named Louguan, Zuoyou, who had trained in swordsmanship with Yaoji, seemed to have logged into a powerful account from another location. Although he was not familiar with these sword techniques, his body could skillfully and automatically use the skills.

However, this is actually a good thing for Saya. His own swordsmanship is from the same school as Youmu's, and now he can use her swordsmanship insights and movements to help him understand his own swordsmanship in the future.

Sasuke, who had essentially used a max-level character to train all skills for no reason, narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers in satisfaction. Then he noticed his unusually thin arms.

"Wait, I think I just remembered something."

Saku's lips twitched. Strictly speaking, the Dream Summoning card system is even easier to control and learn than the Holy Grail Servant system. After all, commanding others to do something is definitely different from actually doing it yourself.

However, there is also a small drawback here.

If you use cards summoned by Dream Summoning, you will inevitably be affected by the Heroic Spirits on the cards.

Looking down at his green blazer and skirt, Sōyū knew without a doubt that his hair had now turned silver.

This card seems to have a built-in cross-dressing effect?

Saya breathed a sigh of relief as he reached down and touched himself. At least it was just a change of clothes; it wouldn't have cost him his manhood. Otherwise, he would rather die than use that thing again. Blowing away the short silver hair that fell from his forehead, Saya, who was gradually getting used to this state, suddenly realized that his figure had also shrunk a bit due to using the Dream Summoning. Combined with his already delicate features, it wouldn't be much different from looking like a flat-chested girl who hadn't yet developed.

Although Sawa was still somewhat unaccustomed to this effect, mainly because wearing a skirt always felt a bit strange, the sword comprehension that kept circulating in his mind was just too irresistible, so he didn't really have the idea of ​​reverting to the transformation for the time being.

Since there's no one else around, I might as well take this opportunity to familiarize myself with sword techniques using Youmu's body, which will also make my future training easier.

Having made up his mind, Sawa stood up, gripping his twin swords. The sudden drop in height made him slightly uncomfortable with the low air pressure, but he quickly ignored it.

"Anyway, I'll try out the skills first."

Sōyū stretched out his hand, which was noticeably whiter, and tucked the short white hair that had fallen in front of his eyes behind his ear before muttering to himself.

Chapter 426 Are you still alive?

The most embarrassing thing, even more embarrassing than secretly wearing women's clothing, is being caught doing so.

And that person was a stranger.

"Hey little sister, do you know where the monster that used to live here went?"

The black-haired shrine maiden's voice was gentle yet intellectual, but its soft tone only fueled Saya's anger.

Anyone who's seen in women's clothing by a stranger probably wouldn't have a pleasant reaction, right?

What's more, he was even mistaken for a little sister, which is even more outrageous.

"I hope you can figure out my gender, and then rephrase your statement."

Saku responded irritably to the uninvited guest, while simultaneously dispelling the Dream Summoning effect on himself and putting the long card back into his backpack.

He wasn't particularly averse to the skill's effects; becoming stronger was just a matter of changing clothes. However, being misunderstood was never a pleasant feeling, and there was nothing he could do about it.

With the removal of the Dream Summoning, Sayu's appearance finally lost its girlish charm, and he transformed back into a handsome young man.

The black-haired shrine maiden, bewildered by Sōyū's somewhat perplexing actions, gripped her longbow tightly, her fingers even resting on the quiver slung across her back.