So this was battle aura...
Hilde suddenly understood, as if a blockage in her mind had cleared.
The tide rose over the Qiantang River; only today did I learn who I truly was.
She had thought it was something like the bonds of friendship, or some idealistic system like "the heart that believes is your magic."
So this was the battle aura she had never managed to grasp, the reason she had struggled to get started.
The reason swordsmen were so overpowered in this world lay in their ability to wrap themselves in battle aura, granting their bodies strength beyond their limits. High-level swordsmen were completely beyond ordinary people in speed. To magicians with nothing but normal bodies, it was a total stomp.
The moment both sides came into each other's sight, the magician had practically already lost all room to attack.
Still, wrapping oneself in battle aura depended on talent.
Although battle aura could, in a sense, be considered a kind of "body-enhancement magic," the degree to which it enhanced the body was not determined by the amount of magic power one possessed, but by one's talent for wielding battle aura.
Most people could naturally learn how to wrap themselves in battle aura through diligent training.
But some people could never do it, no matter how hard they tried.
That was the limitation of talent.
Just as some people were born with immense magic power.
Others were born able to wield exceptionally powerful battle aura.
That was not something effort could change.
Hilde considered herself fairly hardworking. Out of twenty-four hours a day, she spent more than half her time training.
And her strength had indeed improved.
Yet when it came to battle aura, she had shown absolutely no sign of even getting started.
Who would have thought that,