Reincarnation of the Sword Master

When we went to the training camp, Laika was waiting for Asher. She looked at him and shouted.

"Late!"

"I had a dream."

In short, she paused. Asher groped and opened her mouth as she looked still.

"Far, informal speech?"

"You're my disciple. I'm your teacher. Were you going to get the honorifics?"

"…your tone of voice has changed.”

"Because we need to slowly decide."

Whatever it is, she was born again by the name of Asher. He was no longer an old man close to death. Then you should stick to the present.

That's why I changed my way of speaking. Leica tilted her head.

"That's not bad. To be honest, I felt like I wore a mask, so I was annoyed. Should I use honorifics? That's what teachers should do.”

"You don't have to. It doesn't change that you're my employer."

"Something is making me uncomfortable. If you don't mind. So what are you going to do today? Swordsman? Trained?

She spoke with fever in her eyes. I could see with a single glance that I was full of excitement. It would be the first time to learn from someone, so it was natural. Asher shook her head.

"No, it's a fight."

"…out of the blue?"

"I don't know your skills."

Sword and skill are different. Even if you can do it perfectly, it's a separate area that can be compared to the actual game. It wasn't even teaching from the beginning, so it was a battle.

"You don't know what I'm capable of either."

"You got to know? You're stronger than me, aren't you?”

"For your own sword."

"What do you mean?"

She asked with a questionable look, but Asher did not answer. You'll realize it someday.

"Every person has a different way. Some people just use swordsmanship as a means, while others practice it as it is. They have different attitudes, skills, and growth directions. The easiest thing to know is the real thing. Get in position."

"Okay."

He seemed a little confused, but he picked up a wooden sword. Asher nodded satisfactorily at the action and lifted the stick.

"I've been wondering, what's that?"

"Well."

Asher looked at the stick in her hand. wooden sticks from childhood in one's previously I always carried it when I was an adult and had nothing to use anymore. It was a kind of token of a mindset.

But that's a story from a previous life. There was no reason for him to have it now. From what she said, she didn't carry this before. It was a question.

"I'll check it out later."

I dropped my hand.

"Come on now."

"But are you okay?”

She was looking at him with careful eyes. For a moment, I smiled at the eyes.

"Why do you look worried?"

"But all you know is the Imperial Edict. That would be hard."

"Ah."

I was wondering. Asher clicked his tongue.

She mastered the swordsmanship of Le Penia. The sword is clearly superior to the Imperial sword. Do you think you're going to win? I shook my head trying to explain. It's annoying.

"It's faster to go through with your body. Just come."

"Okay. Whoo....”

Leica takes her breath away. Somewhere out of nowhere, the eyes are sharply bounded, and the muscles of the whole body contract. It pulls tight as if it would explode right away.

"How much?"

"Of course with all my might."

"All right."

With a short horse, she galloped. In an instant, the distance narrowed and the wooden sword was lowered from the top.

Fast. And sharp. I admired myself. I made a guess, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. If we grow up like this, one day we'll reach the founder of swordsmanship.

But not now.

Pull out the sword. Stretch the ground and approach her to the station. A frightened face approaches.

Argh!

Swords and sticks collide. She, whose axis is shaken, wobbles aimlessly. Make fun of your feet. With a dull sound, Leica holds her stomach and walks backward.

"Gasp!"

"It's a big move."

"Geez!"

Laika grits her teeth and runs back, holding back her nausea. He takes a regular posture accordingly, and makes fun of his hands. The crash echoes the ear. Is it a struggle? Not bad.

Lephenia said. He's not talented. That's the truth. Although he trained for life, he was able to train only the imperial sword.

But that's the story of a prosecutor, a man walking the path of a sword. It is different for a warrior.

"I'll give you a piece of advice."

Asher stretches out her left hand and breaks her wrist. She tries to kick quickly but puts her foot between her legs to block movement. Pull the wrist and throw it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Leica rolls around the ground. It raises an unenviable body with a painful groan.

"…this is ridiculous."

She looks down at my hand with shocked eyes. I suppose so. She didn't even do the Lephenian swordsmanship properly. Only two of them. There was no time for that to happen because they were defeated by two attacks.

"Practice and swordsmanship are two things.”

He mumbled leisurely.

Leica is strong. I can't believe I'm up to that point without a teacher. It was a monster-like talent that I've never seen in my entire life.

But at the same time, it is weak. Swordplay was definitely in the right place, but it was stuck in a rut. a simple movement to the text

Therefore, just taking one step and breaking the wrist were embarrassed and easily collapsed.

"This is…."

Leica bit her lips. The breathing became harsh. She let out a murmur of anger.

"It's not swordsmanship."

"But you're dead.”

Asher smiled and said, her face twisted. It's going to be hard to accept. I trained thinking that swordsmanship was all, but I couldn't use swordsmanship. It will be hard to bear the fact.

But there's no way. If you don't want to die, you have to accept it.

Asher kicked his foot. Laika quickly picks up the sword. The sword and the sword collide.

"You're strong. But that means a sword. Its application and application are terrible."

Rub one's wrists. The stick slides down her sword.

"Laugh!"

She groans and grabs her fingers and retreats. You're not letting go of the sword. He has a posture and a mindset. All that's left is growth.

"What you need is application and flexibility. And how to kill emotions."

What is the probability that a talented person will survive the first real game? I've seen countless people who died from being overconfidentify themselves.

Where life moves, humans lose their swordsmanship. They wield the sword recklessly according to their instincts, and die. He who overcomes the pressure is a handful of those who are sidelined.

Once he was a student, I didn't want to see him die like that.

Shake the sword. The sound of bumping rings many times. Before long, Leica's hands are shaking dizzy. He hits me on the shoulder in the gap.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"You'd better get rid of the habit of blind faith in swordsmanship. You can't survive on that. You don't want to die, do you?"

Leica was a mess before she knew it. The fire-like detection was covered with dirt. His face is raw and his clothes are torn, so he cannot be called a child of a noble. It looked like I liked it.

"You..."

She looked up at Asher. What was in the eyes was not the same friendship and trust as before. denial, question, and hostility

"You. Who is it?"

"Well."

Captain of Guards? Memory remains, but body is different. A land employee? It is physically correct but has no memory. What should I call it?

After thinking for a while, I opened my mouth.

"First of all, your teacher."

That would be good for now.

Leica flinched at Asher's words. He looked complicated for a moment and nodded his head as if he had made up his mind. Then he rubbed his arm and grumbled.

"But this is too much. Doesn't that mean that swordsmanship is meaningless?"

"That's not true."

Sword art is to escape from human beings. So you don't need anything but talent.

"It's because I'm immature now. You can be stronger than me.”

"That's too much for me."

"So you're trying to win the first game? I have no conscience."

His time is the age of heroes. It was a time when even empty words could not be considered peaceful.

There he went through dozens and hundreds of actual battles. All the senses were still deeply embedded in the soul. It was not light enough to be defeated by untrained talent.

"Hu."

What good is that? What does it mean to be strong as a warrior? What he wanted was not a warrior trained in action. I wanted to be a prosecutor, walking the path of a sword.

But he had no talent. Even if you become a sodmaster at the end of your life, that doesn't change. Emotions surged through my heart.

Never mind. Now I'm in a palace. Be clumsy.

'I walk my way.’

It doesn't change.

Leica muttered, rubbing her whole body.

"Oh. I'm going to have a muscle pain for a few days."

"You'll get better if you take a good rest. Then come back."

"What!"

Leica hastily raised her head. Asher laughed at the frank response.

"I told you it was a test. Did you think it was over already? The reactions and applications are good. It's time to see the physical training.”

"Excuse me..."

She stammered in cold sweat.

"I'm sick. The shoulder I hit earlier is weird. Maybe the bones…."

"I didn't hit the bone. Only my muscles hurt. I'll be fine in about two days, but....”

I didn't mean to do that. He smiled a smile.

"It'll be hard to walk on my own.”

"I'm doomed.

Leica raised the sword with a dead face.

***

The land of Irak is peaceful. It hasn't changed for more than a hundred years. There was nothing to boast about, but it was such a place that would not shake the foundation.

Young people complained that the land was worthless, but old people didn't. It was because they knew that tranquility was the most important thing.

The quiet land has a geographical advantage of being close to the capital, but most of all, it was also due to the tendency of Yeongju. The Halvark family, which has already ruled the territory for three generations, was basically a moderate family.

a personality that hates quarrels and is content with what one has. Three generations have had such a tendency. Therefore, the loyalty of the people of Yeongji was high and Yeongju was satisfied with himself. Although the eldest son, Luke, is a bit aggressive, he was optimistic that he would get better over time.

"Whoow."

The wife of the lord. Venesia sighed and put the spoon down. She looked worried at Leica, who was in a hurry to drink the soup.

"Laika."

"Yes, mother."

Leica flinched and looked up. Venice sighed again.

How happy I was when I first gave birth to Leica. Although she shed tears of sadness when she found out she was a girl, her beautifully growing Leica was her pride.

Eventually, she couldn't hold back and opened her mouth.

"…you insisted strongly, and you still don't complain, so I can't say anything."

A month ago, when Leica told Asher about her freedom of labor, Benia was quite embarrassed. Because she knew that Leica and Asher were indifferent to each other. Simple indifference that doesn't hate each other like Luke and Asher. Suddenly there was no reason to do that.

When asked why, Leica said in a quaint tone. He's going to teach me swordsmanship. At that, Benia thought she was talking about someone other than Asher.

I've heard the news. There was an argument with Luke, and the result went differently than usual. But I didn't pay much attention. It happened a lot. But after that, when I listen to Young Ji-min's attitude and Reika's words, I think it really changed.

You two could get close by this opportunity. I accepted the idea, but... Maybe it was the wrong choice.

Venice slowly opened its mouth with regret.

"Are you sure you're okay?”

"Hahaha..."

Leica smiled awkwardly. Her face was covered with scars. His hands were so rough and ugly that he could not be regarded as a noble spirit. Venice sighed again.

"It's been like that for a month already. You can't help but worry.”

After training with Asher, Leica always came back covered with wounds. At first, when I was appalled and asked what this was all about, Leica said.

It's a drill, so a wound is a given.

If you're serious, you just wet your bedclothes with tears, but it's already been a month. I couldn't stand it anymore. This time, she glared at Leica with the intention of saying a solid word. Leica flinched at the sight and hurried through the meal.

"Thank you for the meal. Then I'll go back.”

"Laika!"

She screamed, but Leica had been out for a long time. Luke stood up as he stared vacantly at the door.

"Then I'll get up, too. Mother. Father."

"Yes…."

When Luke left, there was silence in the restaurant. said Revelock, the lord who was eating quietly, bluntly.

"Lica's not a brilliant girl. He'll take care of it."

"But honey...!”

Bensia bit her lips. I understand it with my head, but it was hard to calm down with my heart. Revellock smiled bitterly at his restless wife. She is a polite wife, but she always does this when she is involved with children.

"Then why don't you go see Asher yourself."

"I'll personally..."

Benezuela mumbles at the words. He shook his head hurriedly.

"No, then the people will complain again. I'm being generous right now. If you go wrong, the discipline of the land....”

"Asher changed.”

said Revereaux with a smile. Benia spoke like that, but her body was heading for the door as if she was going to go right away.

I guess so. I raised her for a short time with my own hands. I've been living on my own for years, but I couldn't help but want to see it.

"If you hear rumors and say you're going to check, you won't have any problems with discipline. That won't be bad."

"…I suppose so. Then I'll have to go ahead of time.

"Have a safe trip."

Benia smiled brightly and raised herself up. Reveloc saw off the back. He opened his mouth with wine.

"Caron."

"Yes."

The driver standing behind answered. Reveloc nodded his head upbringing.

"Follow me when you go to meet Asher in Venezuela. And explain the story to me in detail."

"As the Lord commanded."

The driver left the restaurant in a fit. In a quiet restaurant, Rebecca drank wine.

'I'll have to go when I have time.’

Asher, if he had really changed, how much would he have changed? Venice took it optimistically, but he couldn't. He met numerous men as lords, trusted them, betrayed, and used them. And he realized. People don't change that easily.

By the way, Youngji's troublemaker suddenly disciplines himself with the sword?

'Laughing noise.'

Rebelow looked up into the air with cold eyes.

Things have disappeared a long time ago. There was only one reason he looked after Asher. Because Benia thinks of him as her child. And because he loves her like that.

But that was also a limit. If you're deceiving yourself that it's changed this time, and you're trying to use Venice....

You better not think about getting kicked out.’

He grabbed a glass of wine.