Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Oh, this is a good sword."

Heiban touched the sword with admiration. He was now looking around at the weapons in the arsenal of the estate. murmured satisfactorily

"That's more useful than anywhere else. Is it because peace is too long? Some of the places I stopped by on my way here didn't even know the weapons had rusted.”

"Because it was my father's will to have the least amount of force....”

"That's good enough. We'll be able to hold on to it'

"What do you mean, Bertie?

"Don't let me know because I'll know after some time. Just don't neglect your defense."

"Even if you say that."

Revereaux answered, scratching his nose. Hiban took a sword and twirled it. Feeling a balanced weight, he nodded.

"Okay, I'll take this one for today.

"Are you doing it again today?”

"Yes."

"I... don't know."

Revereaux sighed. It's already been two weeks since Hiban stayed on the land. All he's done so far is to stick to Asher and Leica. Even if it got tangled, it was a bit extreme.

"I know she's talented. But I don't know if Swordmaster is interested in it."

"Of course he's worth seeing. But that's not what I'm interested in."

"Is this Asher?"

Revereaux frowned. It was hard for him to understand.

"The kid."

Asher, who I haven't seen in a long time, has changed so much. He learned to use the sword for a short time. So I could roughly guess what level Asher's swordplay was.

The boy, who was the garbage himself, suddenly reached the point of the sword. The difference was his attitude toward him.

If Asher had seen him as hostile and distrustful, he now showed goodwill and affection. It was the same way my father saw him when I was young, and I was embarrassed to face him. Highban stroked his chin.

"Yes, I was worried after hearing your story. Human beings don't change that easily."

So I tried to kill him.

The small mutter of the word made Revellock reflexively backpedaled. Highban waved his hand.

But don`t worry, I wasn`t the one I thought. Whatever it is, he's a human being. Such swordsmanship cannot be performed by the outside world."

"…what have you been doing for 20 years?"

Rebecca asked, swallowing her saliva. Heiban smiled an empty smile.

"I saw the world go round."

***

"I hate him.”

Leica muttered with a sulky face. Asher, who was moving slowly, sighed and relaxed his muscles.

"What's wrong with you again? It's called Swordmaster. Swordmaster. Shouldn't you show respect?

"And she doesn't look with respect, does she?”

"That's him."

Because he's already there. No, did you get there? I don't know now.

Asher laughed bitterly.

"Anyway, it's not bad for you. There's a lot to learn from people like him."

"You are my teacher."

"You're not a proper teacher, are you?" Ask Hiban to accept you as a disciple. I'll probably teach you."

It is a similar kind of meeting. I'm sure Highban is interested in her. Now I'm more interested in him, who is a mutant, but he'll be gone in a few days anyway. Leica bit her lips.

"…you're the one I'm aiming for.”

"What?"

Asher's body stopped. Leica's expression was serious.

"I want to be like you."

The eyes were young in envy. There was respect. Asher slowly opened her mouth.

"…it's no use doing it for me.”

"Why?"

"Because you and I are different."

That's the truth. She's talented, and Asher isn't. Talent is absolute. The day when the gap shrinks does not come. But Leica scratched the ground roughly.

"It has nothing to do with that. That's what I want to be."

She looked at Asher with burning eyes. Asher shook her head.

"You have to follow me....”

"Not like that."

Asher paused. Leica's words contained a strong will. She continued, biting her lips.

"You're my teacher. Whatever it is, that's my choice. It doesn't matter whether it's talent or not. I respect you for yourself.”

Asher's sword. And the way he treats the sword. Every one of them was deeply embedded in Leica's mind. He became an indicator. said Leica puked up.

"So please don't belittle yourself. Anyone else, I respect you. So please....”

The backbiting did not continue. Silence reigned. Asher looked at Leica with a complex face. He's nothing. He thought so. Then why is the talented woman looking at him with those eyes?

'I don't know.'

He had lived a long life, but he had never received snow before.

The door opened. Highban came in with a spear on his shoulder. I looked over the atmosphere for a moment and laughed.

"What is it? Is it a fight?"

"No, it's not.

Asher picked up the sword. It's this when your head is complicated. He rushed at Hiban.

***

Asher had no intention of becoming a disciple of Haiban. He gave up half of the high peninsula due to his tough attitude. There, Hiban asked how Daeryun was doing instead.

It didn't hurt to worry about. He said he would compete with Reika, but the difference in basic skills was too big. If you don't move your body properly, your body will melt. He agreed, and every day since then, he has been fighting with Hiban.

The sword is moving. Measure the gap by bumping into each other. At the moment, Hiban's sword flashes like a flash. Asher bends, avoids, and screams. Highban turns the sword to block it and hoist his arm like a bouncing.

Avoiding a single-point difference, and repeating the movement without any additional movement is repeated. At a moment's distance, Highban admired.

"Oh, my God. Sunbyeong is superior to me in terms of pure art.”

"This is all I have.”

Asher swings roughly like a wolf. At that moment, Hiban shakes his wrist. The sword is bent. It curves like a curve. Afterimage is drawn and strikes the air. Asher is in a hurry to defend himself.

Whooooooh!

With a roar, Asher bounced off and groaned in pain. Highban tilted his head.

"But I'm incredibly bad at swordsmanship. It's weird no matter how much I look at it.”

"Because I don't have any talent.”

Asher got up, grabbing the rattling wrist. He is not weak as a warrior. But in the realm of swordsmanship, he was miserable.

It was no different from reincarnation. I tried different swordsmanship just in case, but it was the same as in my previous life. Highban swirled the window.

"Is this the end of the day?"

"You can't even swing a sword on this wrist."

"Okay, I've warmed up. So."

Highban approached with a sly smile unique to the elderly.

"What's the atmosphere? A love fight? Well. You two are the same age. All right. What do you think of him?"

"It's not like that."

Asher clicked his tongue. This guy is so slick. I missed the serious past.

"Why? You must have a mind in that way because you're young, too? Isn't it cute and fresh?"

"No."

Reika was also cute objectively. Maybe three or four years later, it will be as beautiful as a bud.

But the age difference was too big. Even if the body was young, the mind grew old, so I didn't pay attention to it because it felt like I was looking at my granddaughter. Highbahn's face instantly cooled down.

"You're such a piece of shit. Then why did you do that?"

"It's nothing."

Asher explained roughly. About the fact that Leica is aiming for him, and about his talent. Heiban muttered with a complicated face after hearing the explanation.

"…you really look like him."

"If it's him."

"There is. Like you in the past, a man who only learned imperial swordsmanship, who was not talented, who was pessimistic about himself."

I've never been pessimistic. I just admitted the truth.

Heiban said bitterly.

"Thinking for yourself is up to you. We thought he wasn't talented either. But now... I don't know what talent is.”

At the last words of Hiban, Asher looked at him in surprise. In the past, Haiban believed in talent. I knew I was talented, and I thought it was a blessing. Therefore, I used to say talent when I was bored.

I can't believe he said this.

'Something happened.’

He had known Haibang for more than 50 years, and his values, like talented people, were iron-fisted. That's why I couldn't believe it had changed in just 20 years.

"So I have a suggestion for you."

Hiban grinned and waved the windowpane. The spear rode its arms as smooth as running water.

"I'm not going to tell you to be a disciple anymore. I already know you have nothing to learn. Instead, I'll give you one."

"As long as it's delivered."

"I made it for a friend who looks like you. I've never tested it because it's dead, but it'll be good for you."

"That's enough."

Asher nodded. It was not surprising that he made it for him in his previous life. There was a bet among his acquaintances about who was teaching him something new. There was no winner.

Probably not swordsmanship. It doesn't matter. If there's anything new to learn, there's no reason to refuse. Asher's face muttered as if he was sick of Hiban.

"You look alike. Ghosts of the Sword."

"Is it urgent?"

"No. I'll be here another week or so anyway. It's impossible to do more than that."

Hiban giggled. It was a smile of madness somewhere.

"Is that so?"

Asher got up. Hiban asked him, looking out the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Wait outside."

"It's a drill anyway, right? Why would you want to go out if it's possible here?"

"That's because it can't be seen by others."

Especially for Hiban. It may be different if you show him, but the anxiety factor was still greater. Highban roughly nodded to see if he was thinking of prying.

"Go ahead. I'm getting ready."

Asher closed the door. He put his hand down. I've only trained for two months now, but I couldn't find anything soft with calluses.

He clenched his fist. After all, the only thing left is the body. He moved out of the castle. As I walked along the road, I caught my eye.

the young eyes of the enemy, the eyes of admiration, and suspicions Denied. It contained all kinds of emotions. But it didn't approach Asher. It was because they saw him overpowering Luke.

Above all, Asher has changed a lot since her reincarnation. Emotions were rarely revealed outside the face. There could be no one to talk to because of the atmosphere that was hard to approach.

The guard stiffened at the gate. When he left reincarnation at first, he looked at him with contempt.

"What, what's the matter?"

"I want to go outside.”

"…yes."

He beckoned over the wall and the door opened. Asher walked outwards.

"…is the rumor true?"

"What rumor do you mean?"

"The rumor is that you have become a disciple of Swordmaster."

Did the rumor spread? Asher looked at the guard. There was jealousy in the eyes of the guard. He clenched his teeth.

"…your trash. I'm lucky to be a student of Swordmaster. Do you know how lucky I am?"

Asher's eyes sank at the answer. He murmured gloomily.

"Is it luck?"

You are talented.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a natural talent compared to me. It's a natural difference from birth.

If I were lucky, aren't you guys better? I only try, but aren't you guys talented?

Then why are you jealous of me?

It's not enough for me to be jealous of you.

Emotions are tangibleized and spread. The air sinks. The guard's face turns white and quickly lifts the window. Asher ignored him and went outside. Emotions shook in my head like a woodpecker.

'It's been a long time since I've done this.’

Except as a child, emotions have never fluctuated like this. Because it collapsed like a sand castle in front of the flow of time and despair.

Maybe it's because of Laika's words.’

She said she admired him. He said it was his goal. The talented said so to the untalented. And he couldn't understand it.

'I don't understand.’

He moved slowly.