All Warriors Are My Disciples

57. Insurmountable

Strong.

Iris Freesia liked that very much.

It wasn’t just that I liked it, it was also close to what he said.

I couldn’t be satisfied with words like just being strong.

Overwhelming strength that no one can match.

Iris adored such radish and also desperately wanted it.

But if there is one thing that is really funny.

This kind of person comes from a family of knights or is the son of a famous mercenary.

At least it wasn’t even the child of a street fighter.

A daughter from a prestigious noble family.

He was a child of a family that had achieved success as a bureaucrat, far from even being ‘nothing’.

– Iris freesia. You must go to the academy. –

Even before she was born, ever since she was in her stomach.

His future was already completed like a well-planned plan.

Everything from early education in childhood to how to grow up and who to marry!

There was nothing Iris herself wanted there.

No overwhelming strength, no power worthy of reverence, nothing.

There were only useless study of letters, ostentation, and ostentatiousness.

I couldn’t stand it. It was too disgusting to be there.

So Iris had to get out of her own family.

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Did she say she secretly escaped in the middle of the night?

No, not at all. Could it be that

She left her family very proudly in broad daylight.

She beat down all the knights and soldiers who stood in her way.

In order for her to face and learn what she wanted so much.

And finally, to be the best herself!

– What’s up, lady? –

– I want to fight. I’m here to fight –

– Hey, this isn’t such an easy place. –

– I know. You came to know So get out of the way. –

To show her strength, to swing her fists.

She didn’t need any of the ostentation she had been learning.

To keep such etiquette under certain circumstances was bullsh*t.

Once she gets into a fight, she just needs to survive by winning somehow.

That is all, only that is the only truth and justice.

Iris was fascinated by that simple thing.

The fight was simple, and among them, the ‘fist’ was even simpler.

Whose hands are hotter? Whose feet are faster.

And whose strength is stronger, only that determines victory or defeat.

Iris liked them so much that she was going crazy.

– Iris wins! –

– Crazy. It’s already 13 wins in a row with this. –

– After all, Iris! The best! –

– Wahahahaha! Thanks to you, I earn a lot today! Thank you! –

They like that they made money, and they like being strong.

It’s good to be able to fight, it’s good to be able to meet stronger people.

Everything could be said to be perfect.

But at some point, Iris gradually fell into something unknown.

This alone is not enough. We need something more powerful.

I can’t be satisfied, I want to face something bigger.

When I thought about that, all the fights I had so far felt like a joke.

So I left the place where I was staying and started fighting the strong people by going all over the place.

It started when she was only in her late teens at the time.

Most people in the world reacted with amazement at Iris’ eccentricity.

As a daughter of an aristocratic family, a warm and full future awaits.

Why the hell did you kick it, if it was crazy?

“Idiots.”

You guys don’t understand me at all.

It has always been, and will always be.

Iris continued her own march with her tones so.

There is only one thing I felt while traveling around the world like that.

Things that were proud of being strong were all weak and trash.

– Kuck! Kut! Wait a minute it’s my defeat it’s my loss –

– … Stop. I lost. It’s your win –

– I will admit defeat. You are strong –

As for Iris, she didn’t even push a part of her limits.

However, the strong were afraid and admitted defeat.

They seem to think it’s some kind of nice and honorable surrender.

For Iris, the weak talk like the strong.

It was a very disgusting scene, nothing more and nothing less.

The more I walked around the world, the more my disappointment grew.

I only sighed because I wanted something like this.

“Iris freesia?”

Then one day.

“You say you are so strong, can you teach me a trick?”

A man appeared in front of Iris.

Showing energy that no one has been able to exude until now.

‘I found it.’

At that moment, Iris flashed her eyes.

The man in front of him was definitely the kind of strong man he was looking for.

The most powerful person in the world, a being who can bring interest to oneself.

With that thought, Iris immediately rushed at the man.

And in just one click, she tumbled to the floor.

“Khehehe! Keck!”

“Disappointed? You are terribly weak.”

Weak, the moment Iris heard that, she burst into laughter.

Normally, she should be outraged at the insult.

To be honest, it’s true that I get a little angry.

Somehow, the feeling of relief was stronger than the feeling of anger.

“… You are strong.”

“You are weak. A lot of that too.”

“It could be. If so, can you make it stronger?”

“I’m not particularly good at teaching weaklings.”

“Don’t worry. One day, I will become stronger than even you.”

“You are confident. Then follow me I’ll show you what real ‘strong’ is.”

Iris followed the man like that.

And she took him as her own teacher and learned about her ‘strength’.

“Did you say sparring, disciple?”

“Yes, that’s right. Master.”

“You are very cocky. How long has it been since I was beaten?”

“We need more sparring, more defeats. That is what I want most.”

His teacher was strong. He was incredibly strong too.

He used to be confident that he was still strong, but he couldn’t even touch his fingertips.

That made Iris even more happy and excited.

To be broken, defeated, crushed, and trampled on.

I can get realization in this way and become strong quickly.

Someday, you can surpass even that man.

If you do it this way, you can absorb everything from the teacher and create your own!

I also thought

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“This is not worth half a penny, disciple.”

“Awesome!”

As the saying goes, Iris has never won.

No matter how hard you try, train, learn, and imprint on your body.

In the end, Iris couldn’t get over her mentor.

“You are now ready, Iris Freesia.”

“Master.”

“Go down. Go down, and clean up some damn things with your fists.”

“I am still weak. You couldn’t beat Master, right?”

“How long are you going to stay here? Didn’t you promise? If you sparred 100 times and lost 100 times, you decided to do everything I told you to do.”

“… I definitely promised that.”

“Don’t give orders if it’s false. He’s my disciple Go down and do your part. Would have said The reason you’re strong, the reason you’re always thirsty for strength, is because you’ve been given that kind of strength and qualifications.”

“….”

“You are a warrior, Iris. A hero whose duty is to protect this world from hostility.”

Iris couldn’t understand. And he couldn’t even accept it.

He wonders what kind of hero he is, or whether he is someone who will protect the world.

What he wants right now is just to fight a strong man.

And the strong man was not far away, he was right in front of him.

“There must be a lot of strong guys. Iris.”

“….”

“If you take care of them all, I will fight you again.”

“Really?”

“Really. If you kill them, they will naturally become stronger.”

That was the signal flare. That was the beginning.

After that, Iris went out into the world and said that she was a worshiper of monsters, monsters, and demons.

All of them were equally crushed and crushed with their fists.

The warrior of martial arts, martial arts.

Those titles were attached to her, but she didn’t mind.

For Iris, there was only going straight ahead.

I want to become stronger, I must become stronger.

So she must finally win against her own mentor.

She wanted to go beyond her mentor and go beyond.

Time passed like that.

One day, one of her followers, who was following her own, opened her mouth.

– Warrior. They say there’s something strange about the West. –

The story that being strange can be strong.

So, Iris headed west without weighing it before or after.

And as a result, she was caught in the mirror kingdom’s trap.

– Iris freesia. –

– You’re weak. It’s really damn weak. –

There, Iris faced herself who had been defeated by her former mentor.

Compared to the self now, the self at that time was clearly weak.

It was so weak even though it was weak, it was at a level that even the person himself didn’t want to see.

However, the current self is different. Obviously different.

It’s enough to withstand Master and that man.

As her heart deepened, at some point, her past changed little by little.

She has never been able to perform a mediocre attack, but she herself hits the mark.

Once, twice, three times, four times. So it’s getting more and more frequent.

In the end, she had to win against her teacher.

– Your victory, Iris Fjiria. He’s my disciple –

“… No.”

Yes, no. This is not

No matter how strong I become, Master loses to me?

Master? Who is that strong? Only to me? To the current me?

“Nonsense.”

Iris shook her head. She

She denied her own victory, and her mentor’s defeat.

Each time, her fog thickened again and she continued to show it to Iris.

The scene where Iris wins, the scene where her mentor loses.

“Stop the bullsh*t.”

I am strong. And I want to become stronger.

It is true that he wants to become stronger and surpass his mentor.

However, wanting and reality are obviously different.

Can you overcome that man, your teacher, and win?

How on earth? How do you say you win?

Every time Iris saw her, she punched her fist.

Nonsense disgusting things, things that can’t happen.

– Iris freesia. It’s your win –

Lies.

– You’ve done a great job, Iris. –

It’s a lie.

– My disciple has become so strong. What a wonderful thing. –

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Don’t lie. That person I can’t get over yet.

Master. You are still a huge mountain to me.

– Iris, Iris. –

I hate to hear it. Go away. All gone entire….

“Iris.”

With those words, her body floated in an instant.

Then it fell to the ground and became covered with dust.

In the literal sense, an overwhelming defeat without even the slightest resistance.

But Iris was able to open her eyes only then.

In that long lie, in that thick fog.

I finally got out and became a free body.

“… Master.”

“Get up quickly, you weakling disciple.”

The word weak. Words he hated so much.

But hearing from that man, from his master, wasn’t too bad.