My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

"One thing I want to talk to you about"

Since the arrival of the crystal, Noah stopped doing arches like a human sandbag until then.

Did the words Jing said touch her harp line, or have you been playing with us since the beginning?

Anyway, I'm not good at deciphering people's moods.

If humans around the world had an honest thought circuit, it would be simpler.

The day after Crystal arrived, Noah said that with a serious face, before me, when the day was pounding and cleaning drowsy windows, when he appeared before me in anticipation of no one around him.

I accidentally put myself in shape remembering what happened until yesterday, but speaking of which, she remembered that we didn't make an attack before we stood firm.

Now I think maybe she was trying to train us to be her.

The way it was done was really lame though.

"… what is it you want to talk about"

Throw the rag you were squeezing into the bucket to wipe the window and stand up and look down at her even lower than you.

She pushed me to the unpopular as she looked blurry around my hips.

Around my waist, I'm looking at the sword I'm lowering to my waist, to be exact.

"What is this sword?

A sword that was given to me saying it was a holy sword, perhaps a fake just sturdy.

I don't know a few things about being helped by this sword on previous journeys, so much so that it's no longer an exaggeration to say it's part of me.

That is why it is a shame that this sword is not a holy sword.

I worried until I dreamed how happy I would be if I could depress with this sword that move that I could only release at that time, "Sacred Swordsmanship" that I couldn't master after all that practice.

"That sword, it hasn't become a holy sword yet"

“Not yet," she said.

I unconsciously put my hand on the pattern.

She says as she fingers her mouth, not upset by my condition, which I can still pull a knife from.

"The sword of the brave is not as easy as it is handed down from generation to generation. Some humans are told that a“ holy sword ”is a sword of the brave, but that is a mistake. The sword of the brave is never inherited. Only one, a weapon in the hands of a man of the profession of" brave man ", empowers only the brave man who takes care of himself. That's the Holy Sword. Well, some things aren't sword-shaped."

Otherwise, the weapons of the larger and the smaller would be the same, wouldn't they? And I just opened my eyes to Noah, who said that as a matter of course.

I unconsciously imagined that the “Sword of the Brave” was King Arthur's legend, and that only one human being could pull out such a sword.

Speaking of which, I feel like the sword I've been using in the labyrinth broke and felt like I was going to stick around somewhere when I was given this sword.

That, too, was uncomfortable only since I felt that this sword was not a "holy sword”.

I glanced at Noah in front of me looking at the pattern I was used to gripping my sword.

"... is that for sure?

Even if it's true, I can't help but doubt it.

At the same time that this man is the best newcomer among us, there is also the fact that the Crystals and non-combatants are not to be trusted because they were not hesitant to be made full bogged down.

Now it's time to tell them something. It's time to show them, but I don't know what you really think.

I'm in Mali, and I'm looking at an example of a weak person turning into a leopard.

"... right. Doubting me would be your best path. I don't know if that's true either. A brave man is a lucky man once in his life. Even I have lived for a long time, but I have only seen two of you."

Mr. Noah laughed joyfully despite being suspected otherwise and slowly turned his foot toward the building.

"Even so, the wisdom of my ancestors should be conveyed.“ To awaken the sword of the brave man, the brave man's own experience and heart. "These words are those of the brave men of previous generations. You don't have to believe me, but stay in the corner of your mind."

That's what Mr. Noah's figure hid in the shadow of the building.

Could that have been advice?

Even while I was at war with Noah, I was thinking about how I would use Sacred Swordsmanship, which I could only use once then.

For once it was' Sacred Swordsmanship 'that I almost gave up on the difference between swords, but if the sword wasn't a factor, it must have been my heart's fault.

It was a harsh journey so far, but this partner never broke no matter how unscrupulous the attack.

"... maybe you'd already admitted me"

Pull the sword out of the sheath and put it on the sun that illuminates humans equally, whether in different worlds.

For a moment only, I felt my sword glow to respond to my words.