Reincarnation of the Sword Master

I saw a corridor. With a branch in one hand, he looked around. The walls were decorated with colorful designs and vases were placed on the table everywhere. When I looked at the rail on the floor, I saw a brick shape with a rule.

He frowned. It's awkward. Something didn't hit me. The senses I felt were as dull as a fantasy.

He shifted his steps. After passing the corridor, I came out to the entrance outside the building.

A girl in her mid-tenths appeared in front of such a boy.

"Hi, Asher."

“…….”

I looked at the girl without a word. Red hair and a small nose. She is still cute, but if she gets older, she will be called beautiful.

He was wearing easy-to-work clothes and wearing a sword on his waist. Sweat had formed on his forehead, probably because he had just been training.

It was a face I had never seen before. The senses were still in the air. The girl looked at the boy with a vague face.

"You woke up late. You're throwing your work away now?”

“…….”

He didn't answer. The girl clicked her tongue. I felt sorry for the gold eyes.

"Well, do whatever you want. It's up to my parents anyway.”

The girl went inside. He looked behind him and murmured.

"Asher."

The girl called him Asher.

That's my name.

Awkward. My head was pounding. Reflectively, I looked at the branch in my hand. The headache died down.

“…….”

Asher moved her foot. I walked out of the mansion.

I could see the mixed landscape again. It's a neat background. A mixture of human figures was busily roaming the streets.

The man who sells fruit, and the kids who play tag.

A bakery lady who gives out bread with a generous smile to the children who are sloppy.

And a grandfather leaning on a rocking chair and looking at the children with a happy gaze.

It's definitely familiar, but it's something awkward. Asher slowly moved and melted into the background. There were occasional people kicking their tongues at him, but they ignored him and walked on.

He arrived at the entrance of the estate soon.

"What? Asher. What's going on here?"

The guard at the door frowned. There was an insatiable hatred and contempt. Asher opened her mouth.

"I want to go out to the back mountain.”

"You're so late. I couldn't even look at it, but it's especially bad today. Keep that in mind, Asher. I don't say much because the Lord protects you, and no one likes you."

He spoke in a firm tone.

"It's just interest and sympathy that she's interested in you. Don't get me wrong."

“…….”

Asher was silent. There was nothing to say. The door opened.

I made fun of my feet and climbed up the mountain near the territory. It was vague, but there was no hesitation in walking to see if the soul remembered.

After a while, it stopped in the open space in the middle of the mountain.

"Whoow."

He leaned his back against the tree. I looked around with longing eyes.

This is an open space that I've always practiced. For more than a decade, it was a place that stayed longer than home. There was no sign of training. The spacious vacant lot disappeared, and there was barely room to wield the sword because only the trees were densely packed.

There was nothing to match the memory. But the body accepts. The air hasn't changed, and the unique smell of grass here calmed his mind.

"Hmm."

Hold your breath and lift the stick. I can feel the stiffness in my hands. Hit it down.

a roaring voice

I heard a pressing sound of air and my hands were swept roughly. He frowned slightly in pain, but shook his head and moved his sword again. More detailed and simple than just now.

the Imperial sword

the sword that represents the empire It is a sword technique given the opportunity to learn from all imperial citizens.

The emperor, who ruled the continent fifty years ago, was a believer in total ignorance. Therefore, the most basic and solid swordsmanship was made and distributed to the private sector. It was the beginning of the so-called era of articles.

Shake the sword. There was a strange movement, moving gently through the air. Obviously it's a climax. Those who have reached this point are also clean. A sword to review, but a sword to end with.

The power of the Imperial sword is simple. It's stable. There's no big corner and no explosive part.

It was also called market inspection because it was so ordinary and not unique.

This time, the sword moves roughly. Move the space significantly and widen the area. secure one's own distance

He spent his life practicing imperial sword. from the age of ten to the brink of death Among the words he was called the Imperial Prosecutor's Office. It's a sword itself.

Sometimes, he kicked his tongue and there was someone who told him to practice other swords because the limitations of the imperial examination were clear, and he also responded positively. But he trained in imperial sword. It was neither petty pride nor arrogance.

I just don't have enough talent.

Slowly make fun of the arm. Draw an undistorted circle. The wind moves along the sword, and leaves and grasses move in response.

It's not that he didn't learn other swordsmanship. There were many opportunities. The guard post was such a good one. But they all quit in less than a month. It wasn't lack of effort. It was just a lack of course.

Turn around. The air current does not disappear and begins to surround him. The grass sloped slowly around.

A sword is a technique for overcoming human limitations. There was no room for anything but talent. He had no talent to train another sword. The Imperial Examination is so simple that he is the only one he can learn. That's why I trained it.

The wind shook the leaves violently. The circle that started spinning showed a certain shape and soon reached its peak due to a small storm around him.

Whoo!

The air is pushing. The leaves fall and the grass is pushed away. He opened his eyes and burst into a dejected laugh.

"What is this…"

When a girl who didn't know gave a sympathetic look, when there were people completely different from the familiar scenery, when a guard gave a contemptuous look at him, the world felt as far away as a flashlight came to him clearly.

And the sense told him the truth.

This is real.

***

What is it?

I could see the hand. The boy's soft and tender hands, rather than being a young man, had little callus on his palm. Even the light swing a little while ago was red with pressure.

Weak.

He hasn't had a day off since he was ten. There was no useless fat in the body, and muscles were beyond the reach of needles. In comparison, this body was too fragile.

'...you need to know what's going on.’

I closed my eyes quietly. He swung a sword in the forest and realized the reality, and had returned to his original place. On the way back, I felt some eyes, but I couldn't afford to pay attention to that.

'I'm dead.’

My life had run out. Come to think of it, I've lived quite a long time. Over eighty, he lived longer than average. Friends who teased you about being short-lived died before him. But that wasn't what was important now.

'And he's alive.'

I burst into laughter came out loud. Is this the afterlife? In a new world, is it after death to live from scratch again?

'No way.'

It seems to have changed a lot, but this was the place where he lived when he was young. Believe it or not, the conclusion was one.

Reincarnation. Life again. But why.

"I don't want anything.”

Suddenly, I remembered a fairy tale I saw when I was young. A young man with a lot of lingering feelings died and came back to life. The young man used it as an opportunity to clear up all his lingering feelings. But he wasn't. I had no regrets about my own life.

"I didn't live a life of passion enough to leave me regrets.’

Others would deny it, but he thought so. He wielded a sword all his life. Although I didn't make it, I was satisfied enough.

'No.'

The situation had been fulfilled. The light of auror, the color of pure white, and the possibility of the brilliant sword.

a sodmaster

He spent decades in the sword and finally reached it.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..”

A satisfactory smile came out. Tears formed around my eyes.

"I thought I put it down, but it's still there....”

There is a question of why Orler's color was white, but now I just wanted to be happy with it. For a moment, I pondered my feelings and looked at the wooden stick.

A gift from his younger sister for his 10th birthday. Come to think of it, this has shaken his life.

“…….”

I don't know why it came back. Maybe someone is trying to use it for an end, or it's a joke from the gods.

But it doesn't matter. He has only one job to do.

Lift the sword.