Most creatures don't come close to the island, which is close to the land of the dead, so it's a good environment to train yourself. And the fact that the land of death, ruled by Isis, is just a stone's throw away also motivates her own.
　The current Polaris does not have the strength to step into the land of death. But this is a story about the now, not the future. That's what she told herself as she began to challenge her talent.

　The first thing Polaris did when she started training was to learn healing magic. Advanced healing magic was difficult for her, as she wasn't very gifted, and it took her a few years to barely be able to use some of the lower level healing magic.
　But with that, she was finally ready, and Polaris began to train in earnest.

　The training method she used was simple... 'I will continue to train my body tirelessly until it breaks,' and 'I will use healing magic to repair the broken body,' she repeated this incessantly. She thought that first and foremost, she needed basic abilities....
　The training was so ridiculous that others could only think it was crazy.
　He would load his entire body with magical power, not metaphorically, but he would continue to swing his fist with all his might 'until his arm was torn to shreds', and if it was torn to shreds, he would continue to activate lower level healing magic 'until it was completely healed', and at the same time, this time he would shake his leg 'until his leg was broken'.
　Such ridiculous training was repeated by Polaris incessantly. Years, decades, hundreds and thousands of years.............he continued to repeat it foolishly.

　The limits of talent ... there are probably as many stars as there are people who have been struck down by it. For the have-nots, the towering walls are heavenly high and stupendously hard. And even if you struggle to get over it, you will find yourself facing a higher wall in a matter of minutes.
　The place where she stopped and kneeled on that endless path would be the breaking point for her.

　But not for her, not for Polaris she didn't hesitate to slam her fist into the wall where so many of them had kneeled and broken their hearts. Bones were broken, skin was torn, and she was literally spewing blood and vomit..........................and yet she still slammed her fist into the wall in a freeze and awe.
　I continued to shake my fist at the unbreakable wall, as if to say, "Don't block my path with that kind of nonsense.

　It was a very sober and unrealistic workout with no real results. Her body was being changed by the magical power, just a little bit at a time, as her flesh was broken and repaired by the healing magic. But it was truly minute.
　Her entire body was broken all over, and after repairing the soles completely.......the basic performance of her body might increase by about 0.1.

　In order to strengthen your arms, how many of us are told to just keep writing the letter 'A' on a piece of paper for as long as time allows, and how many of us can keep doing that for as long as we want?
　One minute would be plenty of time, enough would still be fine, and some would drop out of the pain when it comes to an hour. Few will be able to do that for ten hours.
　Then what about a day?　How about a month?　What about a year?　What about ten years?　Will there be anyone who can continue to do so?
　If you want to train your arms, there are plenty of other efficient ways to do it, but can you continue to train like a pile of grains of sand?

　To her, to Polaris it could be done. Even after ten years, she hadn't achieved any rogue results, even after a hundred years, she hadn't felt strong, and even after a thousand years, there was no sign of the talent barrier breaking down.
　But even so, Polaris never stopped and repeated the same training.

　She never ate or slept, but continued to work out... the small changes were slowly but surely beginning to build up.

　When a thousand years passed, it was becoming possible to continue to train and maintain the healing magic at the same time.

　When two thousand years had passed, his body was no longer easily broken by training alone, so he learned a lower level of attack magic, launching it at his own body and training his endurance as well.

　After three thousand years, it became difficult to consume magic with healing magic alone, so they continued to set up powerful warding spells on uninhabited islands to consume magic.

　After four thousand years passed, the magic power finally increased to the realm known as the high-level demon race.

　When five thousand years passed, the sound from his swinging fist gradually began to lag behind.

　When six thousand years passed, the ground began to crack when he stepped hard, and he needed wards under his feet.

　When seven thousand years had passed, he activated multiple wards with all his might, releasing countless attacking magic at himself, but even so, his magic power was no longer broken.

　And when eight thousand years had passed.......the Phantom King's subordinates came to tell him that Polaris's power met the criteria for a 'Baronial High Rank Demon Clan'.

　After eight thousand years of training to a level that could be called insanity without a break, she.......finally she.......Polaris shattered the barrier of talent. However, Polaris didn't feel any emotion about it and resumed her training.
　The title of Baronial High Rank Demon Race that many in the demon world yearn for.......so what's the matter......that's not what Polaris is looking for.
　It's true that he has become a baronet level, and if he wanted to, he might be able to convey the words of thanks and apology to Isis that he couldn't convey in the past.
　But the premise was different now. She had sworn to give. She would give all of her saved life, without any excess, to the King of Death with his gentle but sad eyes...then there was no way she could stop at a place of this magnitude.
　She, Polaris, reached out to the now dark moon. She hoped for a future in the service of Isis...so there was no need for anything else.
　It is true that one wall of talent may have been shattered. But there are still a number of walls that need to be shattered.











　A huge naginata is swung in a trail of blue magic and catches the neck of a woman wearing a white robe and a pointy hat of the same color. A sound as if metal collided, the cleaver was flicked and a faint cut appeared on the woman's neck, but that too disappeared in an instant.
　The woman holding the cleaver with an expression of admiration at the scene... the five generals of the Warlord are one of them, and Epsilon of Precipice stopped attacking once and opened his mouth.

''My blade can't get through the rolodex, that's impressive strength..............I know it's a very powerful defensive magic, but is it good at hiding?　I'm not sure what the procedure is.

　

''........Ahhh, no, I'm honored by your praise, but.... Well, what can I say.......I'm sorry to say that I've received your praise, but it's 'not in time', so I can't help but take it in stride.
Yeah?　Not in time?
The actuality is that I don't use defensive magic. No, of course, I do wear a magic barrier that is activated at all times, but........
...what?
No, I'm not trying to be easy on you. I don't mean to offend you but I haven't seen as much combat as I have here in '15,000 years'. I'm going to launch the attack, but it's too fast for me. I'm beginning to feel the need for actual combat experience.

　Polaris, who smiles bitterly, doesn't seem to be lying, and his words would definitely be true. But if that's the case........

''In other words, you were receiving my blade in a state that could be called 'almost flesh and blood'.......I'm surprised.

　 Even orichalcone, which is said to be the world's hardest natural ore, her naginata cuts through it like paper. When that cleaver is subjected to a slash with the magic power of Epsilon, the highest level of the Count class, on top of that cleaver, and only a faint cut can be made, the strength of Polaris' body is truly substandard.

''........''

　Looking back, there was a sense of discomfort itself, even up to this point.
　To begin with, the five Warlord generals were the highest level of competence among the Count class, and at the same time, each of them were also one of the leading martial arts experts in the demon world.
　Epsilon is also a level expert that even children know if they are familiar with the martial arts, and as a senior officer under the Warlord, she has taught martial arts to many people.
　Because of this, it is easy to gauge the opponent's strength and talent after a few fights....

　But even after the start of the battle, more than enough, if it were their speed, they would lightly finish their offensive and defensive attacks with more than five orders of magnitude, and yet she was still unable to measure the existence of Polaris.
　It's not that she couldn't measure it, it's more that she didn't understand 'why the battle was complete'.

　We've beaten each other to this point. There is no doubt that Polaris is a strong man with the highest level of power of the county class, comparable to himself. But at the same time, Epsilon's warrior instincts told him. The woman in front of him was 'an existence that could not possibly be his enemy'....
　To put it clearly........she has no 'talent' for Polaris. I wouldn't go so far as to call her a non-caliberal, but she is at a level where she can be called an ordinary talent, and there is no way she could have been able to stand on this stage.
　Whether or not she can finally reach a high ranking demon clan through desperate efforts... even if a miracle happens, she still has a talent that will not reach the rank of a knighthood. But the fact is that she, Polaris, stands in front of Epsilon and fights her.

''You...........''
Yeah?　What is it?
How many times have you ever "overstepped your bounds"?　How many times have you 'gone to hell'?

　Throughout the battle up to this point, Epsilon was now finally coming to an answer. The secret of Polaris' strength is her body. Epsilon estimates that Polaris' body has been broken so many times that it's almost ridiculous to count it. It has been broken so many times, and each time it has been repaired.
　And the body has received the magic power of the healing magic during the repairing process, and each time it was repaired, it kept getting stronger just a little bit more.

　That's really a small change at the margin of error; even if you repeated it ten times, you couldn't feel it, and even if you repeated it a hundred times, you wouldn't even feel any discomfort... but it's not zero. Even if it was less than a decimal point or even a grain of sand, she continued to get stronger little by little. Little by little she was evolving.
　

''........limit?　Well, I'm sorry, but I don't recall encountering such a thing at the moment. And I don't remember seeing hell. I've broken a few of those 'roadblock walls', but that's about it.
....

　With that reply, Epsilon understood completely. That the Polaris in front of him was still an unmistakable 'ordinary talent', but at the same time, she was also a 'transcendent' who had broken through the barrier of limits with only effort.
　If a hundred efforts are not enough, then a thousand efforts are needed, and if a thousand efforts are not enough, then ten thousand efforts are needed.

"...Wonderful!　It's a true masterpiece of self-improvement!　Let's be grateful for the good fortune of having found you!
Is that the look of gratitude on your face?　It's.....

　Epsilon's voice sounded elated, and he smiled as if he was baring his fangs. Immediately after, two horns made of ice appeared, and blue flames appeared in his eyes.

''It's getting fun.

　While muttering this, Epsilon glanced at the sea that surrounds the uninhabited island.......no, he turned his gaze to the 'existence at the bottom of the sea'.
　

(......................Aengana-dono. I can understand that you want to say that if any more damage is caused to the Demon Sea, which is the realm of the Dragon King, we will not overlook it. However, I'm sorry, but can you please just meditate on 'one more move'?
(....)
(Thank you.)

　There was no verbal response to the communication, but the water surface wavers slightly, then goes quiet, and the signs are somewhat there and away.
　It seems that Epsilon's wishes have been heeded, and Epsilon tells Polaris with a smile on his face.

He smiles and says to Epsilon, "Well, you are a wonderfully strong man, Polaris. "You are a wonderfully strong man. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of it.
Yeah?　Yeah, that's fine. For my part, I've had enough of this, now that we've had a chance to see what we're going to do.

　The next blow settles it... After making sure Polaris nods at it, Epsilon erases the naginata in his hand. The two horns emitted a faint light, and an ice cage hand appeared on his right arm.
　Then, while slowly pulling back his right hand and holding it ready, Epsilon opens his mouth.

''........I have one 'aesthetic' in battle.
"Hmm?
"I will only use 'Mana' when I'm facing an opponent worthy of a serious fight. You can think of it as a statement of my willingness to fight with all my might without being sincere.
....

'Hmmm, would it be polite to return the same here?　My race is 'Witch' and my name is 'Polaris'... take it and stand!

　They declared to each other and fist to fist clashed on the empty deserted island.











　The stars twinkling in the night and ... looking up at Solé on an empty deserted island, Polaris muttered quietly.

''.......Why?　Why is it that you, the future you see, are crying bitterly over the fact that you are now powerful enough to be your servant?　Are you still not strong enough?　My time ... is not yet full. I wish I could serve you as soon as possible...

　The stars shone brightly ... but the moon she sought ... was still hidden by the clouds.