Reincarnation of the Sword Master

It was when he was ten years old that he first held a sword in his hand. My sister threw me a wooden stick for my birthday present. The branches were not organized, and the palms of his hands were bitter every time he held them, which could not be called a sword.

He swung it around.

It's not that I didn't live my daily life. I ate on time and slept moderately. When parents asked for help with their work, they refused.

But all the rest of the time was spent on the sword. I didn't rest or play games that all my peers played.

When his parents hit his sister on the cheek to ask why he gave her such a gift, he didn't care. I only trained until my palm blew.

After a year or two, his parents finally began to recognize him. We will see a wider world." There was no reason to refuse, so he readily agreed.

So he entered the Academy, which produced the great swordsman Heinbert. There he swung the sword.

the four years at the Academy

There he became famous. He was trained all day long, and the students called him a dogma. It's some kind of screwy dog.

And there was another nickname.

an obtuse talent

He was slow. He learned the sword harder than anyone else, but he was so weak. Even when he graduated, he was defeated by those who had entered the school less than a year ago.

His colleagues mocked him. His juniors looked down on him. His seniors despised him. Nevertheless, he swung the sword.

Finally, after completing an academy education course, he returned home.

He calmly spoke to his parents, who were happy to ask what was the result. Nothing has changed. The parents were in despair.

But he acted the way he always did.

Five years later, the boy had become a young man.

Did someone tell you? If you dig one for ten years, you'll become a master craftsman. At least it wasn't a word for him. He was as slow and weak as ever. It's not that my skills didn't improve, but it was really as good as a mouse. My parents gave up on you to take over the family business.

But he swung the sword, and finally the result came out for the first time.

Imperial Guard Level 9 Passed.

It was the result of ten years of training. It was a test that even a street wallpapade would be accepted if one learned it for two or three years. An ordinary person would have committed suicide out of self-destruction, but he didn't care. He only wielded his sword as usual.

I didn't neglect my duty as a security guard. Her relationship with her colleagues was not bad either. He went around as ordinary as a man everywhere. One day, the superior officer gave him a plaque saying that he was a security guard that everyone should follow, but he kept on swinging the sword.

It's been ten years have passed.

The time when the earth changed and the mountains crumbled turned him into a security guard. But he was unchanged from the beginning.

One day, it was said that a dragon appeared from the west of the Empire. The dragon is burning the granary. Countless inspectors and wizards have moved.

After two years of fighting, the dragon fell. Dragon Slayer was knighted by the count and ruled the land richly.

But he swung the sword.

Ten years have passed again.

He became the captain of the guard. Take it easy. When he heard that he was old enough to take care of himself, he just smiled and moved the sword.

Then there was a rumor that the devil appeared in 300 years. All of the swordsmen went on their way, and some of the guards under their command fled.

After ten years of fighting, the devil fell. The warrior raised the devil's head and shouted, "Peace has come." The warrior married the princess and lived happily ever after.

On the day the warrior and the princess were married and blessed by all, he was wielding a sword.

Ten years later.

Following the Dragon Slayer and the warrior, numerous heroes appeared. The owner of the back world, the king of the east, the queen of the North Sea, the manager of the deep forest, the master of the sword touching the sky.

Countless heroes vibrated the world and set fire to the hearts of countless men. The age of adventure and hero has opened.

He swung the sword silently between the upheaval of the times.

No one kicked his tongue anymore. There was no contempt for anyone. Only respect and respect remained.

Twenty years.

He retired as captain of the guard. This is because the body is old and unable to perform its duties.

The empire brought him a small sum of money and a house. With that money, you can hire a housekeeper and spend your old age. It would have been better to put yourself on a rocking chair and watch the children's tricks.

But he swung the sword.

The body has aged and hasn't moved properly. He was older than a sword to lift a cane. Fifty movements make you breathless and exhaust your entire body in 100 actions. Nevertheless, he did not stop.

After another ten years.

It's time for those who lived in the same age to fall asleep in the ground and forget that the world is him.

He swung the sword.

"Hu…."

Strike the sword with wrinkled hands. I couldn't overcome my strength and fell down. I managed to get up with a knife as a cane. He grabbed the sword with both hands again and took a regular position. And one more time. He fell down, but he lifts himself up.

Why are you doing this all of a sudden? It occurred to me that.

He had no talent. He learned the sword all his life, but he never reached the middle, let alone the end. I heard dissuasion many times, and I couldn't fathom the ridicule. But he didn't let go of the sword.

I just liked the sword.

I watched the sword that was about to collapse as it rusted and creaked all my life.

My sword, my everything.

"Hung."

He had a wrinkled mouth and a smile. I don't know. As I get older, I definitely have a lot of thoughts.

Swim the sword indifferently as usual. Millions and tens of millions of times are repeatedly engraved on the body.

But the results were different.

in a blaze

The sword struck with pure white flames. His eyes were filled with embarrassment for the first time.

a determination that burns everything up Auror blade.

a land of only ten persons in a vast empire a name everyone calls with reverence

a sodmaster

"Cough, cough!"

But the brilliant fire was put out. I dropped my sword and threw up blood. The black and red liquid is sprinkled on my hands. Laugh like a piggishly.

The life span has run out. I could feel it instinctively. It's been less than a day since I woke up. It was like the last flame that burned life.

Slowly, he fell to the floor.

The whole body starts to lose strength and blurred vision. The sword was embedded in the wrinkled eyes in the spirit of drowsiness. It seems like he is going to engrave that image until the end.

I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes again.

A wooden stick was seen. Something that is not properly groomed and nearer to the branches.

He got up in a panic and was startled. I felt light. I felt the child's smooth muscles as I felt my arms stuttering.

"What?"

His voice was strange. a child's distinctive thin, light voice He looked around in embarrassment. I saw a stick for a moment.

It was so old that it was vague, but the moment I saw it, I could see it. It's my sword. the first sword he had picked I reached out slowly. I felt a familiar stiffness when I held it in my hand.

He picked up a sword.