A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

"Well, this is how I became a disciple of Kensei Kamiizumi, but my then master already had a disciple"

Ronin, the sword god, explains the situation at the time.

"... is it possible that Mr. Hiffne,... You're too different ages."

"Right. If that girl is a sibling apprentice, she's quite a baba. So no. Well, not out of the question."

"So, could it be that Father Ronin's sibling apprentice is Mr. Hiffne?

"Correct."

"My master's sword Saint Kamiizumi was famous for not taking disciples for rare things. But such a master couldn't beat the annual wave of stopping by, and in late life, he took two disciples"

"One of them is Ronin, Dad."

"And it's Hiffne's raised parent, Toshiro."

"Toshiro......"

"You're the man I killed."

"Dad!"

"Why are you ridiculing your voice?

"'Cause there's no way Dad's gonna kill people."

"Is there something wrong? Can't you see what's hanging on your hips? Once upon a time I would have taught you the alias for this"

Lift the knife on your hips with a cackle.

"... a manslaughter knife"

"That's right. A knife is a slippery tool of murder, a swordsman is a killer maniac."

"No, Dad's sword has no intention of killing me."

"Maybe that's why it ends badly. I don't want to kill you, so maybe even tofu will kill you."

When his father only gave him a sad look for a moment, he spoke with the sword saint Kamiizumi and his brother, Toshiro.

"I just talked about meeting my master. When I challenged the battle to see what an amazing one it was, I was paying back for how big it was."

Father Ronin said that he was deeply afraid.

"I'm called Sword God, etc., but I don't care what the world's most powerful swordsman thinks."

"Are you that strong?

"Oh, there's no bottom in strength. You're familiar with all kinds of genre swordsmanship, but you make movements that don't belong to any genre."

"Wow......"

"That's a stunt you can do for the first time after throwing it away, after supreme every genre. Exactly the man loved by the sword."

"Can't even father do that?

"You can't. I was going to start Ronin Stream Swordsmanship, but the influence of my parents' Dojo Sword still remains colorful. No matter how savage you look, you'll still remain classy."

But the master says no.

"There is no mould as crude and wild as it is. An anonymous type. And yet far more sophisticated than the sword of the dojo."

"... such a swordsman"

"Oh, I was there. That's the Sword Saint Kamiizumi. That jizzy has reached an area where no one has ever reached the habit of living for a hundred years or so."

"Wow. You can't even be jealous when you get there."

"Exactly. I didn't get any sense of jealousy at the time either. I was just afraid, admiring it."

Father Ronin says proudly.

(Do you even look like this to Ronin's father...)

A father who describes himself with a boy's expression. I only know my father's time, but I also know that he had a boyhood and a youth.

"To get closer to such a master, I encouraged him to train. You cannot be a sword saint. But you can be a disciple of Sword Saint Kamiizumi. I can live the rest of my life, with pride, as what he taught me. That's what I thought. I encouraged him to train with my brothers."

"Mr. Toshiro also respected Mr. Kamiizumi."

"Oh, he's also one of those guys who's been fascinated by his master's sword moves. He only introduced me a month earlier than I did, but he treated me like a real brother without blowing the senior wind."

Dad Ronin talks about the time with his eyes closed.

"If there was such a thing as a golden age in a person's life, I'm sure it was then."

Ronin, the sword god, affirms.

The time when Kensei Kamiizumi gave Ronin an archery. The so-called academic years had a significant impact on Ronin's personality formation.

When I wake up in the morning, I do a waterfall trip with my brother Toshiro. It was a desolation as if it would freeze up to the blood, but Ronin was not a bit bitter. Because the reward awaited after the training.

Kensei Kamiizumi did not possess the abusive nature common to casual swordsmiths. He was tough to train, but he was also warm.

When I returned from the waterfall row with my brother, a warm pot dish was always behaved.

Kensei behaves like a pot just simmered with vegetables and vegetables in an iron pot. Despite the greatest swordsman of all time, every morning he broke his own firewood, cooked his own food and behaved himself to his disciples to eat.

"Be grateful."

I never speak of things like that.

It's just...

"Delicious?

All I had to do was grin and distort my shitty face and say it briefly.

Ronin's home is a dojo owner of a small clan in Penglai. Even though they are small clans, they are the master's swordsmanship guide. I thought my father would never do this.

Instead of behaving like a meal, it was Ronin's father who never even took a meal in the same room as his second son or less.

The dojo owners I've broken so far will be similar. At least none of them cooked for their disciples or anything else.

A few weeks after knocking on the gates of Kensei Kamiizumi Stream, Ronin thought this was his place, although he had not yet taught the ultimate in Kamiizumi Stream either.

Ronin encourages sword training in such an environment. I had unlimited respect for my master's strength, personality, but also for my brother.

Actually - isn't it? As an indication, Ronin has been a businessman or a bad associate since that time. Even when I was in Penglai, I used to fight with the doorman and other brothers all the time. That's how he jumped out of Penglai.

Somehow Ronin was quick to quarrel from that time on, he was in a body that was prone to blood on his head, and he also hated getting used to it. Because I also had the pride of being the best, it's not hard to imagine that I could not get along with my brothers and disciples or anything else, that I was treating Toshiro with that attitude.

That's why Ronin has been stuck on the tow siro since the first day of his introduction.

"Hey, brothers and sisters, I only introduced you a month early."

As I explained earlier, instead of being a brother and disciple, he had a respect for Ronin as if dealing with the elderly.

"Don't get on with it because you're about to get your arm up."

Not a little, my brother was a stronger man than a handful of Ronin.

But a rough nose, Ronin, when he put his face close like a bad guy, always cut his mench.

Imagining those sights leaks laughter. I must have sold the fight to my brothers as well so I could cut my mentch to Miriam's mother.

But Mr. Towshiro was a really good man, and there was nothing like riding on such a Ronin father provocation, and he kept his moderation as a brother.

"Ronin, your sword muscle seems to be full of wild flavor, which is actually delicate. I'm sure there are occasions when you can rely on me a little more."

Ugh, Ronin to be excluded. In the end, however, we adopt the opinion of Toshiro and improve the arm of the sword.

"Your slaughter is fantastic, tell me next time."

I can't get rid of this again, but at the end of the day, every morning, we will wave a thousand slaughters together.

"I'm already full of bellies. You look like a cold, so eat up while you can."

I eat this honestly without removing it. Humans, because you have to eat when you can. Later, however, Ronin divides the rice in the same way when the cow caught a cold.

Miriam, if you let your mother say, "You're a saint!" I suppose that would mean, "but indeed, Mr. Towshiro seemed to be a saint.

How dare you miss Father Ronin in less than a month and make him call him a "brother" even though he is' unwilling '.

"We sleep together, we waterfall row together, we pan together, we wave our swords together. Master and three, take a rock bath. Well, if we keep up those days, we'll never get along."

is Ronin's father's illumination, but I'm sure these two horses fit very well. The personality is the opposite, but no, it seems that the opposite is why we had something to be attracted to each other. - But there are no disturbing elements to what I have heard from earlier. If Ronin's words weren't true, it would mean that Ronin's father killed his brother.

"... he gives a very calm look when his father talks about Mr. Kamiizumi or Mr. Toshiro. Makes me look like I do when I'm relaxing with Miriam and Vandal's dad. I don't think such a father killed Mr. Towshiro very much. I knew what you said earlier was a lie, right? Dad didn't kill Mr. Towshiro, did he?

My father answers my serious questions seriously.

I said shake my head slowly to the side.

"No, what's the difference? I slaughtered a cow. I killed my only friend."

…………

Hard to believe, but more than that, it would be useless to ask. Wait for the next word.

"After that, me and Toshiro will have a chance at the master. It became known as the Dragon Tiger of the Kamiizumi Stream."

"Dragon tiger, you look strong."

"Sort of. But the strongest master in swordsman history is also a child of man. He was a man of destiny. So the master entrusted me and Toshiro with a secret book that wrote the depths of his sword moves."

"Secret secretary...... thank you......"

Secret book left by the world's most powerful swordsmen. I want to read it. Could it be in the hall of the gods? Father Ronin keeps talking when he thinks about it.

At the time of death, the strongest sword saint ever invokes Ronin and Toshiro separately, placing the two scrolls.

That is the Book of Secrets, to be called The Book of Dragon Tigers, for future generations.

The Book of the Dragon Tiger is a book that says that the depths of the Kamiizumi stream were written with sword saints. It is a coveted book if it aspires to the path of the sword. It attracts my interest. [M]

"Did Dad become the strongest because he read that Dragon Tiger book?

"No way. I looked through."

Ronin's father's response was concise.

"You weren't interested?

"There it is. Me and the strongest. It's fascinating enough to want to salivate all the moisture in your body."

But -, Dad goes on.

"The Book of Dragon Tigers didn't make sense on one side alone. It's the first time I've understood both books."

"Both......"

"Yes. The Book of the Dragon Tiger is the Book of Pairs. Also known as the Book of Minds and Moves. It was the first book worth loading and understanding the two."

"Then you should have worked with Mr. Toshiro, who inherited the other one, to decipher it."

"That's clever. Do you usually do that?"

"Well, you've tried it."

"Of course I do. Both me and Toshiro decided to show each other the Book of Dragon Tigers, swordsmen who aspire to be the strongest, and train together. The master gave me and Toshiro one at a time in the first place, literally, to connect their moves and minds. It was to let you know that the mystery of the Kamiizumi stream is in your skill and mind."

"So you two worked together to maximize the depth of the Kamiizumi Stream."

"No, I couldn't do that"

"What do you mean? Was it so hard to be profound?

"No, I don't know that. True or false is now unknown. But me and Toshiro couldn't learn the depths of the Kamiizumi stream. - Because."

At one time, a father with a serious look. I drink saliva by accident. [M]

When my throat quivered, Dad Ronin put the fact of the shock into words.

'Cause I slaughtered and killed my brother, Toshiro, before I could win the Righteous.'

Ronin turned his back on me when he tied it like that without fading away.

Because I heard Miriam's mother from afar. He's worried about us, and he's worried about his dinner getting cold. As it was, the last time Father gave it to him, it blended straight into the darkness and returned to the Hall of the Gods.

When I stared at my father's back, I followed him silently. [M]