Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"You! You! Go, dare you! You're trying to attack a nobleman!”

Luke shouts with his eyes turned upside down. But Asher was as surprised as Asher said.

'I didn't mean to.’

I was just going to control it to the point where I could just drop it and react. In that sense, he made a light attack, but he couldn't stop that once.

'This was easy for me.’

I felt that the years had passed. Asher looked up. Luke was still shouting.

"The death penalty! The death penalty!"

"Dear Master."

a thing already done There's no turning back, so let's change the way we do it.

Asher walks in front of Luke, twirling his ax.

"Let go! Let go of me, you punk!"

"Dear Master."

Hold on to the arm. The cute master resisted violently, but he did not move like a big tree that was firmly rooted.

"Dear Master."

"Uh. Ah…."

Ask again with quiet eyes. Luke's face gradually turned pale. Ask with a smile.

"Dear Master."

"Hey, go away!"

"Sir, I didn't want to hurt you. You know that, right? It's the master's insistence."

"Sound of a dog....”

"Dear Master."

Whisper to the ear. A low, soft, soothing voice. But that's why it's a different voice.

"I didn't want to hurt you. Do you understand?"

Repeat your words. Make eye contact with eye contact. I can see the bright yellow eyes of the young. Cute. Luke's face turned white when he smiled lightly.

'What, what, what?'

It was different. It wasn't the usual servile, but arrogant eyes. heterogeneous eyes For a moment, a feeling of fear hit my head. Asher whispered.

"Sir, what's the answer?"

"Oh, okay! So please let me go!"

"Okay."

I let go of my arm. The master hurried back. He glanced at me and ran away with a shudder.

"Hmm."

Asher put his ax in her lap. It's been a long time since I've used this method. It's been over 40 years since I used it only in my youth. I was worried if it would go well, but it seemed to work well against such a child.

It was suddenly quiet around me. I glanced at him and the villagers were watching him. There was no look of contempt there.

"It's going to be annoying."

He muttered and moved his feet. It was time to work first.

***

Stuttering. Stuttering. Stuttering.

The girl shifted her foot. Everyone who encountered her bowed down to show her respect, but the girl didn't care. I moved roughly and opened the door.

Bang!

"Asher!"

"What's wrong with you? Lady."

A relaxed voice was heard. The gray-haired boy was lying on a straw mat reading a book. The girl frowned.

"Book? You can't read, can you?”

"I learned it."

"In a week?"

"I think there's room for new things to come in because there's a gap in my memory.”

"You're so weird. And what happened today."

asked Leica with an uncomfortable face. Asher closed the book.

"Are you talking about what happened with you?”

"Yes, there's a rumor going around the town. The employee threatened the lord's master. What are you thinking?”

"What do you mean a threat? We talked about it under mutual agreement. It's unfair."

"What a shame."

Leica narrowed her eyes.

"Be honest. You were aiming for it, weren't you?

Luke's self-reflection is the only result of this. There was no punishment for Asher. It was impossible to threaten the heir to the estate.

If Asher had threatened Luke directly, the lord wouldn't have stayed still. Punishment would have been imposed in any way.

Or if he had left Luke alone, he would have been talking about it all over and over. be on the waneBut there is still authority over the aristocracy. That would be hard for Asher to move.

But Asher did not. He neither left him alone nor responded hard. He showed the lowest possible response as a victim to all-around response as a victim. In reality, Asher just kept saying it was a misunderstanding.

"Thanks to your usual behavior, this is the end of the story. You don't get any punishment. What do you expect?”

"Lady."

Asher smiled nonchalantly.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a child who's less than adult at best. There's no way I can think of that."

"Yeah."

Leica scratched the floor. It has changed so much since Asher lost her memory. To the point where we can no longer think of ourselves as the same human being.

'That's a good thing.’

Can a human being be changed like this. That's the point. Asher, who lost her memory, became more skilled, spoke like an old man, and behaved calmly. I've never heard that everything changes just because I lost my memory. I've never seen a memory loss.

"I heard you die when you suddenly change people.”

"Don't try to kill a good man."

"Or go far away.”

"I'm not going."

Asher answered immediately. I had no intention of leaving until adulthood. I have to make the least amount of body.

"Oh, there we go. I'll just train myself."

Leica pulled out a sword. He took up his posture and began to swing. He drew a picture of the afterimage, playing a game like a snake. And Asher stared at it.

***

'You've got talent, too.’

I gave him some advice. But only a few days ago. It was a short time to take it as a body, if understood by the head. But her movements were already working as advised.

There can't be a proper prosecutor in this small town, so she probably didn't have a teacher. He trained by reading books alone and even came up to the point where he could not be compared to his peers.

I have seen such talented people in my past life, but I was still amazed. However, I didn't feel inferior.

He also held a sword. I put the sword on my waist and lowered my posture.

Laika stopped the sword.

"So you can train?"

"Because we have time. Are you thinking of quitting, miss?”

"No, just."

She glued her hips to the straw. I looked at Asher with interesting eyes.

"Look at you wielding a sword.”

eyes of admiration and expectation It wasn't the look I saw often.

I feel uncomfortable.

Asher picked up the sword and swung it.

Boong!

Lines draw in the air. Cut off the wrist. Lower your body and move forward. The bent wrist cuts the front face wide, drawing a trajectory.

Awkward. I feel out of focus because of the imbalance between body and mind.

There are two ways to recover. Bring the body to its previous level, or let the mind adapt to the body. Both methods take a long time, but for him now, it's time to stay.

Take a step back and cut the top. And she was staring at him like that.

'...what is that?'

She is still immature. He is talented, but he has no teacher and has never experienced real life. Furthermore, the learned sword is Lephenia's sword. There was no way to judge a person's ability.

But I still admire Asher's movements. a dramatic movement the optimum route for no waste His movements were so disciplined that even an inexperienced woman could recognize them. Leica murmured blankly.

"You have a talent, too."

"Ek."

Asher's foot is sprained. He barely grabs himself to fall. She looks at Leica, grabbing her throbbing ankle. What did you say?

"I think I've heard something strange.

"The talent is tremendous."

"Haha, not even a joke."

Asher waved her hand. I almost fell over. Leica was clapping her feet with a sullen face.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. Think about it in common sense. It's only been a week since you caught the sword, right? But he's practically perfect with a sword. The Imperial sword is a great. Besides, he gave me helpful advice. What if this isn't something you're talented about?"

"…you could see that."

Whatever his spirit may be, the seemingly mid-teenager, and it hasn't been long since he caught the sword. But movement is more than skilled.

Perhaps it was natural for Leica to think like that, and it was a predictable part.

But he couldn't think of anything like that.

He has no talent for himself has no talent. Far from being a criminal, it is not even a dull one. The same goes for past and present life. For him, talent was like a story of an extraordinary country.

"Oh, I wish I could be as talented as you."

"The girl is talented."

"I've heard it a lot, but I can't feel it. There's no proper inspection around."

"Then I'll vouch for it. You have a lot of talent. And I'm not talented."

"Again. All right. So what's this now?"

"It's not a talent."

It's not such a natural, convenient thing. decades of repetition one's own resources achieved by one's efforts

It didn't feel good to say talent in a lump.

"So I hope you don't envy other people's talents. But you don't get anything."

Despair at one's own talent, I saw countless contorted men. He couldn't understand them.

"I know, I'm saying it because I'm frustrated. Oh, but what were you reading?”

"It's a history book. I don't think it's a history book. Twenty years' work is recorded at best.”

"Why? Oh, you lost your memory. I keep forgetting. So what do you think?

"What should I say. By the way."

He murmured with complicated feelings.

"…it all happened."