"Back in the evening. But are you sure it's good? Doesn't match the amount received"
Alan checks with Vern, who stands at the drop off, as he leaves the front door of his home.
It was about the contents of the knife bag on his back.
I had received one request for the manufacture of a knife just about a month ago, but I didn't make it to the delivery date. What she chose to deliver instead was the best and most valuable knife she had handled in store.
"I've prioritized myself, and that's what I've been late for."
Alan had been asked to deliver on his claim.
"... is it done?
"Yeah. I'll show you when I get back"
That's how Vern narrows his eyes, Alan caught something.
Slightly low on the mouth this morning and not vibrant on the expression - not until then when it comes to a treacherous attitude, but I still feel away from my usual bright and pleasant impressions.
She's been spending roughly eight years together, turning ten to eighteen, so I guess not.
"It's already Ortimea's birthday, isn't it?
The Virgin Ortimea supposedly saved Arcadia, who once fell into darkness. Arcadia had a habit of celebrating her birth once a year.
It was a common thing in the world across hedges such as race and country. On that day, people took time off work and became one by singing the 'poem of prayer' she had made.
Alan knew that Vern looked forward to it every year.
"Huh? Oh... could it have been that time of year already?
"When it's that night, let's get out of town. I'm gonna sing it this year."
Without hearing back, Alan puts his hand on the front door.
"Alan, wait a minute"
I looked back when I was stopped.
Alan was gently deprived of his lips from Vern, who was already imminent in front of him. His mouth was shallow, and he had only been with him for a few moments, but there he felt something like a thought in his heart.
"... come on in"
I can keep saying goodbye words.
He couldn't take his eyes off her until the door was closed goodbye.
Alan, who delivered the knife to his client, returned to the house as planned in the evening.
I go inside the store and immediately notice something is wrong.
The store, which should still be open, was dark with all the lights dropped. I can't even feel people's signs in the workshop in the back. Before that, there was no sword left in the store.
I don't see any rough looks at all, as if they were brought up in the right steps -.
Alan, who couldn't wait to have a bad feeling, hurried up to his residence upstairs.
Again, the lights aren't on. Heading to the living room, but no one. Heading to the bedroom but no one. I'm heading to the water room, but no one's here. I've also looked at the toilet, but there's still nobody there.
It's not the same as when I saw it this morning, but I can't find one who's supposed to be here.
Consider the possibility of going shopping, but that doesn't explain the store.
"Where?... Vern, where are you!?
When I was starting to rush, I found a rectangular crate that I didn't remember, placed to hide in the shadow of my bedroom. Alan, who brought it out into the living room, gently checked the contents by cutting a carefully applied seal.
- The letter and a swing of a sword are contained.
"His name is Lower Moon Beauty. Think of this as me. Please, be well. '
That's what the letter said, illuminated by the sunset sliding through the window.
Hip-crushed Alan sits back against the wall. I didn't know why they said goodbye. More than that, the fact that Vern was gone was unacceptable.
"Why not? You're like this... you're always too selfish"
It was a time of weak spills and disappointing drooling.
The sound of things kicking through the door echoes. Together, two men's voices come up, slapping lightly at each other as the economy seemed to be good.
I could tell from the footsteps until they came into the living room that they were wearing armor - obviously, it seemed like a deal that was involved in this situation.
"Hey, what is it? You got people here?
"Oh, you must be the man who was with that woman"
As he sits still, Alan welcomes the men.
"It's that beautiful guy. Hehe, what, this guy's depressed."
"Isn't that the one in that crate who told me to get it?
That woman, get it, the men's words get in my ear.
"Suppose I just take it home? Or they'll leave you."
One of the men tries to take away the magnificent, under-moon beauty in front of him.
Before that hand touched the beauty under the moon, Alan advised small.
I heard that wasn't funny to the guy who said, "Is that even some kind of complaint!?" is intimidated in a teasing tone. The more exhalation I take, the closer I've been to my face, I don't miss such a far-fetched behavior.
He punches a back fist into the man's side head at a speed that cannot be captured by the constant naked eye.
"... I said don't touch it"
A man who was heavily dialed from his head broke through a crossed stone wall and stopped moving - I could hear a frightened voice from the mouth of the other man I was watching "Hih..."
Alan, who stood up in the meantime, asked it with a voice that cooled without expression.
"Where is Vern?... Choose your words carefully"
Britaina State situated halfway between the Empoos and Niadale States.
A federal military base facility built in a forest area along the Niadale border - a few days after leaving under Alan, Wern was closed here.
I hadn't been handily treated, and I was simply trapped in a clean, clean, beautiful reception room.
He wasn't alone, he was with a dozen other girls who seemed anxious.
There was a slight bias between mid-teens and early twenties and age. When their appearance is uniform, it is also easy to see what brackets they were collected in.
Someone is crying, someone is comforting it, and someone is discussing their future.
"Hey. What about the guys who made you go get the example stuff? You're still not coming back?
"My Lord Berfergo, I thought it would fail in this way. … no further respite"
Wern, who was by the entrance and exit, picked up a conversation outside the futon door.
One was the man who brought himself, and the other thought it seemed to be close to it or something.
"That useless thing is a substitute for that girl, isn't it? Come on. You must have been excellent."
"We're already in good hands. If we leave tonight, we can also schedule a rendezvous with the Imperial Army in time. But if you miss this, you will also lose what has been stacked inside..."
"I know....... Had to. Let the Empire make it after he's exiled."
The hallway voice gets closer and stops in front of the reception room.
Feeling signs of a hand on the door, Wern stood aside from the spot. From behind the open door, I was staring at the way a man appeared as I had imagined.
"No, gentlemen. I kept you waiting... come on, follow me."
Unlike the frustrating voice that had been there just before, the man's voice sounded rampant.
Vern had nothing but to obey the word.
The next day, the sun will soon rise.
It turns out that Berfergo, who was more investigative than ever before - took an elite knight and embarked on that arrest, Benjamin saw the base that had already become a mushroom.
If I had arrived early another half day, I would have made it, I had almost misplaced it and let it go.
"Have you found any clues?
"They were a foot too late. There's nothing brilliant."
"What's missing?
"Weather change trend records are rooted in topographical maps for military use, confidential material about the country of Britaina"
Let his men split right up and Benjamin will check the base facility for smudges. Seeing the appearance of a blind potato being brought up as supporting Berfergo's purpose.
A man named Berfergo was a senior federal official who had been in charge of Britaina's defense.
When the invasion of the Empire began in the Empress Nation, the man had the idea of discerning the Federation.
If you want to fight the Sword Emperor and die in vain, if the Federation doesn't surrender, you should go back to sleep yourself. He was secretly in contact with the Imperial Army in Empuz State, which was the front line at the time, and was trying to negotiate federal classified information in return.
It was worth the action, and the man was admitted to drinking one condition.
Between Empus and Britaina there is a 'rift in the earth' that separates the two countries. A width of 100 medas is a large groove that does not allow you to see the full content at a glance.
The creation of a bouncing bridge between the two countries makes it possible to cross each other's borders.
The condition sought was to lower this bouncing bridge on the Britaina side.
If you are a sword emperor, chances are you can cross it alone due to the leap. Still, the control of the bouncing bridge requires a special key, and even if only one person could reach it, there could be no follow-up.
I mean, in short, the Empire would save Belfergo the trouble of attacking the bridge if he were on his side.
"That's not good. I wanted that bridge to be a defense..."
"The Belfergo bastard sold the country. I knew I should have blown it then. You are now a marshal, sometimes beauty doesn't work alone. Be prepared."
I'm on my way to the worst.
"You want me to stop being human?
"If you don't stop, you'll die millions more"
Benjamin is forced to make a decision by his men - inadvertently, outside the facility became noisy.
It was from the front of the base, near the entrance and exit of the site.
Running to the scene concerned, Benjamin ran into a situation where the knights, who had entrusted him with watching, were on guard. Altogether, I notice why they were staring into the morning mist off the premises.
Not so much, and one of them appeared blurry from behind the morning mist.
A young man who looks like a late teenager. Behind the gray hair on his shoulders, he hides an awesome shape. He holds a knife in his right hand and a blue sheath in his left.
Sleeved through the clothes of ordinary people. Standing and letting loose too ferocious fluctuations in life energy.
"Civilians?... No, the handling of power is lame."
One of the knights turned out to be a strange face. I skinned this and pulled out a sword that the knights lowered to their hips. If you're just releasing a strong force, you still have something to gain - combined conditions to confront your opponent.
"I want to ask you guys something. Is there a woman here named Vern?
A young man still standing at a distance asks intimidating questions.
"Isn't that an attitude to asking people things?... who is it?
One knight inquired in the same way.
"Are you there or not, just answer"
"He's suspicious. I'll answer you later when I hit the interrogation room."
A knight put together a blue and white light. He packed a pause and rolled out a poke at the young man's face. The blue-white light was plundering the opponent's body, thinking that the blow would become empty after being avoided.
That's all he plays so hard that the youth rolls the ground.
"How about an amateur? Did you come up with any excuses?
With an attitude that doesn't tell you to be mindful, the knight slowly walks over. But if the young man, who stood up lightly, let go of his disturbing slaughter, the knight also had to stop.
That's all that happened in front of me.
"... I see. Is that how you use it?"
Youth stand up in nature and breathe big and deep.
The force that was just releasing randomly stays inside its body and pulls it together. Immediately afterwards, its entire body is wrapped in a blue and white glow. Put your feet on the realm reached by skilled knights with only insight and talent.
Its controlled wave of awesome power was enough to rock a strip of earth.
"This, this guy, no way,... is it possible!
Once again, a knight packed in time, this time slashing him with a long sword. But the sword does not reach to the flesh of the youth. The moment he touched the clumped light, the knight's long sword was scattered in shatters.
The knight jumped away with a slight face.
"You should be being taken away here under the threat of a man named Berfergo. I'm just asking if there's a woman named Vern. Is there some circumstance you can't answer?... are you one of them?
A young man still asks about it.
"There's no woman here for you."
On behalf of the frightened and mouthed knights, Benjamin returned the words.
"I'm not even lying. Let me go inside. Stay out of my way."
"Nothing, but there's nothing but us in there. Actually we came after the guy too mouth...... apparently got packed inside last night and got away with it manly"
"Where were you headed? What's the purpose?... Tell me what you know"
"... that's not fair. I'm still a federal marshal."
Benjamin revealed his identity to the youth while he pinched it like he was repartitioning.
"So what?
"Be a good person if I teach you that. … come to me"
Continue walking away to the youth, approaching the knights with their eyes open.
"Perhaps she is somewhere out of your reach right now. Rely on my position to be more powerful. Wave your sword in my words. Then I'll lead you to her."
Benjamin reaches out to the young man who remains silent.
"I am Benjamin. What's your name?
"... Alan-Smithy"
Even though they would be named back after a while, they never took that hand.
Alan crossed over to the western state to help him as much as he could save Wern.
I was planning on mentoring someone to learn how to handle photon abilities. When we met again, it was Yagen who was apparently in Tokyo at the auditorium.
Benjamin, who stayed together, considered this an irresistible opportunity and offered his head deeply to the former Kensei, which gave him the pleasure of a two-reply.
For Alan, who knows its power, there was no dissatisfaction with mentoring Yagen.
"I'm already wearing the basics, so let's learn the moves from now on"
They beat the moves of the former Kensei from one to ten.
Even with a gentle attitude, Yagen's guidance was demanding.
Return to the valley in the back of the mountain where no one leans, and repeat the game in a serious, real-life format. There was no mercy in the slaughter, which even said so much if he died, and he was constantly driven into a situation of death and neighbourhood.
Still, to save Vern, Alan had no choice but to survive.
"Feel yourself with five senses"
"Feel the enemy in the sixth sense."
"Use negative emotions as a weapon."
"Kill yourself while you put yourself in battle"
Like imprint, like imprint, like imprint, like imprint, there is a yagen chanting a knife that can be exchanged.
Only a painful foundation of training in the tunnel continued for roughly a year.
As a finish, Alan forced a line of complete sensation. He did not know what place it was, nor was he informed of what was there, and was thrown into a woodland full of concern.
Trapped in a cage called Sensation, he fulfilled his mastery in a day's work.
This was just the day I counted nineteen.
The sky was cloudy, and the ground was already dark during the day.
Alan, summoned to the valley as his last training, waited for Yagen to come in that slightly opened river plain. The contents had not yet been informed, but only the beauty of the moon had brought them without leaving her skin.
So much so that a yagen appears on the spot.
"You kept me waiting. Come on, let's make some money."
- That appearance was clearly different from before.
The temper, which was soft, is distorted as if to reveal a spicy heart.
The calm hips had been lost and made intimidating. In addition, there were no more signs of mercy and forgiveness for the murderous mood with the blue and white light shining in its body.
Alan, pointing everything at himself, got scared by accident.
"I'm warm. I will impose my last training on you.... slay me or be slain by me"
A few souls from the proclamation, the figure of Yagen can disappear from sight.
Feeling signs of an attack coming from the right side, Alan clasped his knife on that side. But I misjudged the power of the blow rolled out, and I was heavily bounced off.
He swept through a river plain full of rocks, knocked down trees, and rolled down a distance of as much as a hundred medas.
I think my body finally stops, and I get chased not long before I rest there.
"You're putting your enemies in front of you, and you're gonna die!
Alan responds by pulling out the moonlit beauty.
I couldn't afford to return the words.
"You've lost your bullshit about not killing people before, haven't you? I saw reality. Can you still say that? Slashed and slaughtered, this world will not get what it seeks unless slaughtered, and everything will be taken by force from the mighty. If you want to take it back, if you want to take it back, kill it."
Whenever the fierce forces of each other hit, the surrounding atmosphere trembled.
"All those who hinder your path are enemies. If you don't kill it, it's mustard."
After his previous training, Alan should have already surpassed the power of Yagen. I just desperately tried to kill them. I didn't get enough of my strength.
Yagen also notices that.
"Can't you just kill me? Then I'll give you a reason. It was this me who set that girl up to be a tribute. I thought I was going to shackle you."
Even if I asked, I don't immediately understand what that means.
"I told that pig about my daughter's presence. I advised you to choose your life for a species that threatens your daughter. I gave you my name to help me kill you. When I saw the match, I gave the Marshal information about the pig, and I set it up to get in touch with you. It's all in my hands!
I could see that something in me cut off the puffiness.
Alan forgets me and is slaughtered by Yagen. Until then, as if it were a lie, you begin to accurately capture the other person's body with the fullness of a beauty under the moon. Tilt the situation all at once and bring it into a unilateral battle.
He sprayed his arms, he cut his chest open, and he stuck a knife in his belly -
"Yes, that's good! Throw away your shaky feelings!
Keep screaming as you bleed,
"Stop people! Break the commandments! Be Shura! Kill me with that hand. Yeah!
Eventually, that became Yagen's last word.
headquarters of the Westerian State and Confederate Forces.
A large hall with a dozen or so staircase splendid seats in the deepest part and luxurious outfits to see. Each seat has the appearance of senior military officials, with Benjamin, a marshal, sitting at the top of the center among them.
It is only one of them who waits so long, dressed in a rugged courtesy.
At the hands of soldiers who refrain from wasting their time, the large door of the hall will eventually be opened.
Alan, who was in the back, slowly walks out. Nozzle the gray hair over your shoulders. He is born in a black kimono and has a knife placed on a blue and beautiful sheath at his waist.
Several high-ranking officials swallowed a saliva of his, deep darkness that gathered all over his body as he knelt down in front of the stairs.
Or it was felt by every senior official that he didn't sell his soul to the Federation doing so.
"Alan-Smithy. My Meortida Confederate forces have made your lord contemporary - no, thank you. I don't think it suits you very well. Besides, I wouldn't have been able to tie you up."
Benjamin, who shook his head beside him on the phone, asks him to say something else.
"Before you do, do you have anything to say?
"His Excellency Marshal Benjamin. Don't allow that to happen officially."
One of the senior officials sandwiched his mouth in a mysterious progression.
"I'm the one in charge of this place. Come on... if there's anything, it's really good"
Alan, questioned once more, stands up and shows.
The same high-ranking official tries to pinch his mouth again, but Benjamin took control with one hand gesture ahead of time.
"... I'm going to go to numerous battlefields and stain them with blood on numerous corpses. You make me break my commandments. My business is your business, and you will be killers. … don't forget the effort"
It was too unscrupulous a thing to say or do to someone who would even be a superior officer.
"Ki, you! Only the strength of the builder is in order."
"Shut up!... I said I was good. Is your position better than mine?
To Benjamin's words, it is now time for a senior official to speak.
"Don't break that promise back then."
If Alan says in a cold voice and turns his heel back,
"You too, please make a difference."
Benjamin said at a rate that included groaning and dropped that back off.
In the sprawling wilderness of the cracked earth, two armies stare at each other.
30,000 Imperial Army against 5,000 Federation troops.
There is an opening of 500 medas in the formation laid long horizontally by both armies.
The reason this rigidity was maintained was arguably the arrogance of the Imperial Army, which has won a series of wars.
In addition to the overwhelming battle power gap that can't be a loss, the Confederate morale fell to the bottom with repeated defeats over the past few years. It was a bug breath, so to speak.
Most soldiers on this battlefield imagine the consequences of the same victory or loss.
The Imperial Army, which expected no reinforcements, stomped the earth and shouted. It was a pleasure to see how the Confederate army was doing every day. Then, by letting the allies know that they had an absolute advantage, they tried to boost their own morale.
But before the clash, the Imperial Army's prospects fell off.
Alan had arrived as a Federation reinforcement. Walk through the ranks of the soldiers from behind to front, just one step at a time and between the two armies. Don't even look aside, just look straight at the enemy formation.
"... Ha, ha. What kind of colored man? Are you crazy about this loss?
Ignoring someone's mocking voice as well, his feet stepped further into the back of the break.
From the imperial side as well as time, the commander-in-chief who was watching on the telescope was also mocking him.
They are coming towards us with bravery and recklessness. If this is the order of the assault, the ravages will begin. Because of this, I'm doing it with a respite that just determines my readiness to die - and that's how I was seen.
I just can't play forever. With this in mind, the entire army of the Imperial Army will be ordered to storm. By the thirty thousand that ran out with a shout, the earth that was stepped on sounded loud.
As such, the ravages by the Imperial Army began.
Alan stops walking in conjunction with the assault. Continue, pulling the beauty under the moon out of its waist, and bring a blue-white brilliance to its fullness. Slowly overhead so as to set a target for 30,000 coming across the street.
And the beauty of the moon swung down.
A giant blade of light flashed on the extension line, swallowing the soldiers of the Imperial Army on a scale of thousands.
All we have to do is lay dead bodies who have lost their prototypes.
Whenever it waved continuously with two, three, four, five, six, and seven, a giant blade of light flashed on its extension line, swallowing the frightened Imperial Army.
There are no signs of life left after that.
The eighth time I was not shaken.
It was no longer necessary to be shaken.
Nearly 30,000 human beings were dying less than a minute later. Approximately no time to escape, no time to scream, no time to even feel dead, a way to die far from cooking, they died.
Alan, who nabbed a beauty under the moon, looks back and returns to the Federation formation.
"... no... ah... ah"
Someone who was laughing retreated from him passing by. Someone on a war horse turned himself upside down to the point where he fell.
Other nearby soldiers had reacted similarly or by stopping in fear of his too off-track power.
Everyone is still uncomfortable with this victory.
The sight in front of me was a unilateral massacre, far from war and so forth.
- Thus Alan-Smithy became the strongest sword saint in history.