Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

I laid down my grandfather and turned my attention to the swordsman who was still with me when I retired.

This is what Sasa always said.

- Live in the sword, die in the sword.

Well, in words, it's cool, but it's not that sweet in the world, and to die on a sword, it doesn't come into being unless the other person has a sword. Not to mention the swordsman and the other lucky men I met.

Many adventurers use swords, but spears and bows if necessary. It's not a game, how can you do this with one sword?

We have to strip the ingredients and turn them into meat. We can't attack them without darkness. He can't do it. He's less than third-rate. Die early, my father said.

He might think he's a knight when it comes to using his sword, but he weighs his discipline and pride and doesn't fight private duels or foreign matches. Because knights are there to protect people, and they hunt demons, except for knights in castles.

Well, you may fight people, so you may be trained, but you won't kill each other. Even if he was there, he was a few. That means you can only do it a few times. Oh, you idiot, you're firing a knight early.

It's only cruel to name a swordsman in such a world and live as a swordsman. but I'm only going to say appale because I'm going to do that to this age.

Damn, I love those idiots!

"Didn't your lifelong rivals show up?

"Oh. Only the mighty enemy showed up."

I guess. This fantastic world, the mighty enemies, wherever they are, they won't be able to see each other like that. A good enemy must have the same path, the same ideas, the same ideas. Or is it the opposite?

"Well, if I only walked on this continent, I wouldn't find it. There are only swordsmen."

Well, I may be here, but if I were, I'd be seeing you. That's what you're gonna say when you're not dead.

"... right..."

I laugh ridiculously. You feel like you couldn't get rid of me even if you knew that.

"Well, the sword's arm won't be as high as it was, but fortunately, there's a guy nearby who lives on the sword. If you swear you won't kill me, I'll introduce you."

I can't believe he can beat the whisperer in front of the public... but the one he wants is a swordsman. He who lives by his sword. It doesn't have to make sense.

"You have a swordsman!?

Delighted.

"Well, he's from the eastern continent, the shape of the sword is different, and I don't know if he's the swordsman you're looking for, but I'm pretty sure he's looking for some kind of sword truth."

Village... Rain? No, was it Murakami? I forgot what a name it was, but my eyes with a Japanese knife were similar to those of Shigeru. At least you'll be one of a kind.

"Please! Introduce me!

Are you hungry enough, I lowered my head I've never lowered.

... this is terminal symptoms...

He hunts demons and escorts them as adventurers to live as swordsmen, and is in a position to be asked to do so by the mighty. I would have said "please" because it's a long life.

But there's no shame in abandoning it and lowering your head. That proves the surprise of my grandfather, who has been with me for years.

... You're about to die with a swordsman after losing some joy...

I owe you a favor, so I'll grant you my wish, but I'll have trouble killing the swordsman. The swordsmen are going to die because they caught me.

"At all, a swordsman is an elusive life."

I don't deny anything, and like it, but if it comes from someone else, it just seems like Mendoxe.

"But, well, that's the way it is, so how about it?"

Even though I think it's Mendoxe, I think it's cool to live like that. Ma'am, it's my kind.

Take a case containing elk sepul out of the infinite bag and give it to him.

How old are you?

I was surprised. I asked.

"... sure, I think seventy, is past..."

I can't believe you care about your age until about thirty. It's something that becomes obscure after sixty. If I didn't have a concept of birthdays in the first place, I'd be getting old in the spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

"Well, from the looks of it, you know what?"

However, you can't be alarmed that this fantasy world is an old man because if you have magic, you will live longer or your flesh will be strengthened.

"There are five places in this world called continents. I only know the Demon Continent, but there were dozens of guys with swords there, and they say there are state-sponsored gladiator competitions on the southern continent. They say there are sword saints and sword kings on the eastern continent."

Shine your eyes like children on my words. [M]

"There is an upper part of the world, and there is the word frog in the well. Now, where are you, and how many more years can you try?

People are people. You can't beat an old man. Even in a fantasy world it's the truth that doesn't cover it.

"... Still, I want to challenge. I want to live by my sword and die by my sword..."

I spoke as if I were going to throw up blood.

"Drink one of those things and you'll be able to try it for at least a decade. It's just that it's convenient. The first bottle will always weaken you."

"I don't mind! If you're getting weaker, you just have to work out again!

Shit, is that a stupid question?

Ask him to return the case he gave it to me once, take one out of it and give it to me immediately.

When I cut the seal and gave it to him, I said it without any hesitation.

As with your father, there is no light, but the meat on his lost right shoulder twitched and gave birth to his arms.

"The new sword path has been opened. Come on, try it. Swordsman."

I proclaimed him by God in a flashing manner.