A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

When he went to the training ground he had used to train since he was a young child, father Ronin silently pulled out his knife.

I take the short sword that was placed on training. [M]

It is slashed silently as it is.

Kakin, and metal sounds wooden spirits.

"... do it, Will"

"It's all my dad taught me."

"No, it adds a wild flavor and wit to the fat muscle. It's the sword of a man who's been through a lot of practice."

"In fact, I've fought a lot of things."

List each one.

"Mercenary collapse, Zodiac sect, demons to demons, everything."

"You packed a good experience. If we don't see each other for three days, we'll scratch it."

When Father Ronin says so, he stops hanging out and puts in a kick.

Dad's sword is crude, but it's rare to even use it to kick.

"That means you're stronger. If you stay like this, they might pull you out."

"No way, that's impossible"

"No, I'm not. If you don't use 'Divine Prestige', you might take the delay."

"Then you can use divine authority."

Taunt gently to inflict a sword attack.

"This guy, a cloud ago"

But Ronin's father seemed very happy.

My father's life is about me becoming stronger. He seemed to fall in love with my sword muscle, which made him difficult to see differently.

Maybe this will use 'divine authority'. Wrapped in pale expectations.

By the way, divine authority was about an alien ability that only the gods could use. If the gods use divine authority, the heavens will roar and the earth will be broken. Any giant dragon falls in one blow. It was a forbidden secret, so to speak. I've known the existence of divine authority since I was a child, but I've never seen it close. I've been saying from day to day that I'd like to see that move, but Father Ronin, of course, neither Vandal nor Miriam showed it to me very well.

"This guy is a trump card, and besides, he's a serious suck move. If anything happens to your precious son, Miriam dies of hysteria."

That's right, Ronin. Dad. Basically, I can imagine that my father's hesitation is a rather dangerous move. But I'm already an adult, and I've traveled to it, and I've had a lot of experience. I'd like you to stop treating me like a child.

That's what I think, Ronin. Dad opens his mouth. Say it without stopping attacking.

"... I would have encountered a strange woman on my way to this mountain"

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The only reason I was silent was because Ronin's father's face was unexpectedly serious and I had too much in mind.

"I ran into you. He said he was avenging his father."

"I see. Vengeance. You're gonna tell me."

"... there's no chance of revenge, is there? It's impossible for a father to do something resentful to someone else."

"Hey, is your father a saint prince?"

"God of the Swordhawk, who loves alcohol and loves three times of rice and training, that's Ronin's father"

Ronin affirms invincibly by adding a sword strike as he rotates.

"Oh, you're right. Ronin, the sword god, is so vulnerable to booze and women, but otherwise he's the strongest god."

"Then it's that kid's mistake. It was a misunderstanding."

"No, it's not a misunderstanding or a mistake. I'm the one who killed Hiffne's master."

"... eh"

I accidentally drop the short sword I had in my hand. Look at that. Ronin holds the knife. Each other's fighting spirit disappears softly.

"What do you mean? So, Ronin, you're saying Dad killed that kid's master?

"Oh, yeah. That's not true."

"Why would you do that..."

I say so, but I feel 'grief' from Ronin's expression and stop the words. That's right, Ronin, there's no way Dad would kill people for no reason. I'm sure there must be some deep reason. I thought so. I will remain silent.

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A few minutes of silence with each other, Ronin asked me to take a walk, "Shall we walk a little?" The sun was falling, but we walked without concern.