Reincarnation of the Sword Master

The sun shines down from the window. The light slowly lifts the boy from his bed with gray hair.

“…….”

He had a face that could be called a boy, but his expression or body was not. The face was ready to break, and the body was cramped with muscles.

"…is this body half a year now?"

You've adjusted to it.

The boy, Asher, raised himself up with a bitter smile. I wore a black wrist protector and went out of the room.

***

"Have you come?"

"Yes."

Leica, who was wielding a sword in the training camp, waved her hand. Asher nodded, replied, and waved her arms. Before I knew it, a dagger popped out and was in his hand.

"Huyu. The more I see it, the more fascinating it is."

"How far did I go today?"

"Up to here."

Leica waved her arm. The sword shakes, and afterimage occurs. In a flash, four or five images are drawn in the air. Asher nodded.

"Okay, you've improved a lot."

Only half a year was incredible speed. I didn't know I could stretch Le Penia's sword to this point. At his words, Leica nodded as if she didn't know.

"Is this that great?”

"At least with the sword itself, no one of your age goes that far."

"I don't know. He, I see all the prosecutors are stronger than I am.

"That's unusual."

There are three prosecutors that Leica has seen. Asher and Youngji Knight Caron. And Heiban, the sodmaster.

Caron was also a famous knight, and he is an exception. In addition, there is a sodmaster. As he continued to meet only the strong, he could have questioned his situation.

"Your eyes are too high now."

"Even if it goes up... They're all stronger than me.”

"It's not as strong outside as you think. There are a lot of weak people."

Even in the era of war and heroism. Even more so now that peace has arrived.

“…….”

It suddenly occurred to me three months ago.

Heiban showed him the secrets of the world before he left. He said, killing the beast who had chased him.

'These guys are coming after me. I don't know if it's to kill or if there's anything else. To keep my mouth shut. You misunderstood that you were a dark person. That's why I tried to kill him.'

The black auror is moving. The brilliant black light burned the darkness and crushed the beast. With a scream, the drinking water disappears.

What is talent? What is the world? The known truth was false, and there were plenty of camouflage. Then it's a child who looks like a friend from the past. What are you going to do?’

Will you stand by and watch the world or move between them?

"I'm going to go to the Empire and tell you this. And I'll be looking for a missing warrior. Find me if you have an idea. I'll let you know everything next time. The choice is yours.’

Then Haiban left. Thanks to you, I couldn't get out of the room for two days. And then he swung the sword right away.

'Fighter. Ian.'

when the world was on fire under the patronage of the devil A man who appeared like a comet and defeated Ma.

Asher knew what a hero was like. Thanks to the position of the captain of the guard, he was entangled in business, and he had quite a few drinking parties, so he had some acquaintances. The warrior he knew was a strong, bright man. He was like a hero in a fairy tale.

But like fairy tales, eternal peace never came.

'Didn't you defeat him?’

He wasn't there when the warrior killed the devil. It was because he was guarding the empire. Thanks to you, I didn't know what happened there.

'I don't know.'

The warrior also last went missing twenty years ago. Heiban said he was looking for him. a warrior who has abandoned his land and disappeared from his country. Where did he go?

There were many questions. If the warrior couldn't defeat the devil, why was he so peaceful? Why did he go missing for 20 years? But at this point, it wasn't known.

He's teasing his wrist. The dagger strikes the air quickly.

"But things don't change."

Asher murmured low. Whether he realizes the secret or knows the truth, he will wield the sword. It never changes one thing.

"You must have a lot of worries.”

"Eh. Well, just enough."

After about a month or so, the relationship became subtle with Reika's delicate relationship. She was dealing with him as before if something had been concluded in her.

"How's the lord? I think you're busy these days."

"They're training the soldiers. Swordmaster must have left something behind. Thanks to you, the soldiers are dying."

Now there was no threat to him. As many Sodmaster took it as a disciple, even temporarily. Doubting Asher meant doubting the Sodmaster. Furthermore, he spoke separately to the Englishman, Rebek, and now the foundation is safe.

"Then the young master."

"Luke? You're, uh....”

Leica paused and spoke with a reluctant face.

"It's kind of weird."

***

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

What a mess!

The glass breaks. The little girl in the corner and her mother tremble. Luke shouts violently.

"Drink! Bring me more!"

"Yes, yes!"

A middle-aged woman runs to the kitchen holding her daughter's hand tightly. Luke was agitated with a flushed face.

"Oh, my..."

I can't get over my anger. When I came to the village bar and vented my anger like this, my heart calmed down, but these days it seemed to get worse rather than subdued.

"Hey, here you are!"

A middle-aged woman hastily laid her glass down on the table. In the process, a few drops of alcohol splattered Luke's hand. His face was distorted in an instant.

"You punk!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Boom boom!

Luke kicked the table. The bottle that was on top flew away and hit the middle-aged woman's head. Luke humbly kicked her overturned.

"Boldly! A humble commoner! You're a nobleman, and you're making this body splash?”

"Ah! I'm sorry! Help me!"

Screaming cries spread, but Luke did not stop. He kicked her in the stomach with a sadistic look. The middle-aged woman leaned down with a squeak. At the same time, tears burst in the kitchen.

"Wow. Mom!"

The girl hugged the woman crying and being beaten.

The small body could not cover half of my mother's body, but I tried to block it with all my might.

"Don't hit Mom!"

"Ee..."

At the moment, Luke's hand was heard, but it went down soon. He kicked the chair roughly and walked away. I heard a sob coming from behind my back.

"Duck."

As I went outside, I could feel the eyes around me. The light in it made his face crumpled.

"What are you looking at, you bastards!"

The eyes were turned. He walked roughly. Luke, who went into the alley for a while, giggled.

"It's like a dog."

Everyone seemed to despise him.

A worthless fellow. A worthless fellow.

The word penetrated the ear. He clenched his fist. My eyes shook violently.

“…….”

Luke knew himself well. He is not as talented as his brother, nor is he as gentle as his father. Had it not been for the son of a noble, he would have been beaten out.

But it was okay. Because he's the son of a nobleman. No matter how much trouble you make, you won't be kicked out unless you kill someone. Above all, there was more trash than that self in the past.

Asher.

He was a piece of garbage, and even he saw it as far as he could see. You don't know grace, you don't know where you are. Like a rutting dog, he was all over the place.

Luke was relieved to see him.

There's a bastard worse than me. No matter how much I shudder, I'll still be told that I'm better than Asher.

It was an ugly self-comfort, but Luke was satisfied with it. It was good to have bottoms.

But one day, Asher changed.

They don't make any more trouble and just wield the sword. At first, I thought it was acting. That's why I had a fight. I didn't mean to kill him. If you give him a proper scolding and freeze him, he'll do the garbage again. I thought so and quarreled, but I was kicked out.

After that he acted as if he had really changed. He was recognized as a sodmaster and has excellent swordsmanship. The land's best rubbish came to mind.

Then who is the next trash? Luke chuckled.

He was completely bottomed out.

"Oh, shit…."

His eyes shook violently. It's all because of you. If you had stayed in the trash, this wouldn't have happened. I would have lived contentedly.

So everything that's going to happen is all your fault. Luke giggled and walked away. I stumbled deep into the alley. I went to the land where no one came in.

"…come out."

"It hasn't even been three months. You're a hasty master.”

Luke turned away in fright at the voice from behind. There stood a man surrounded by a black robe. I was in front of my eyes, but I didn't feel as popular as it didn't exist.

"If he called us in, he's got a guy he wants to kill."

"…yes."

Luke nodded. I know this is crazy. But he has already reached the limit. In order to capture the shattered pride, he said.

"Kill Asher.”

Luke gave a distorted smile.

"Asher."

The man in Rob smiled lightly. His voice looked younger than I thought. I guess it's only mid-20s. He fiddled with the purple flowers in his hand.

"Are you talking about the boy who is rumored to be."

"Yes."

Luke swallowed his saliva and nodded.

"I told you to come if you had a guy to kill. You're not lying."

The man in front of him visited him three months ago, a week after Hiban left.

As usual, while drinking with an inferiority complex, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. And the man who appeared like a mirage said to the embarrassed Luke.

We're tamed assassins, and we'll be here for a while. Luke said he appeared in front of him to get permission from the master of the estate.

Considering common sense, there is no reason for the existence of the behind-the-scenes world to be granted permission from a person in power. That's why the world behind us is behind us. Even if you get permission, it was natural to go to the lord, not Luke.

But Luke didn't realize it and rather liked it. It was because I felt like I was properly recognized as the heir to the estate. That's why he allowed it.

In the process, the man said. Find someone you want to kill. And three months later, Luke came back to visit him.

"A disciple of Swordmaster. That's a big request.”

"So you're saying it's impossible?”

"Well."

"…is it at best a guild on the outskirts? You can't kill a kid?”

“…….”

The man touching the petals stopped at Luke's horse. He spoke in a funny tone.

"So you didn't say our names. Haven't you heard of Motorola's name?”

"What, Motorola?"

Luke's eyes opened wide. He had heard of the current name.

an old guild that appeared in the world about fifty years ago No one knows where and where it appeared. However, they became the world's largest assassin guild just 20 years ago.

"…why would such a guild be here?"

"What a stupid master. Think about the timing. We came three months ago. What do you think it's about?”

Luke swallowed his saliva at the horse. Three months ago. At that moment, Luke exclaimed.

"Sodmaster…."

"I guess that's how it works."

"How come?"

"Do you want to hear it?"

The mouth of the man revealed in the dark drew a curve quietly. Luke flinched at the smile and shook his head.

"No."

"That's a good choice. I would have been able to hear nothing more."

The man chuckled. Luke's body trembled. The man has taken off a piece of petals.

"All right."

"What?"

"I accept your request. A disciple of Swordmaster. I was going to kill him.”

"Okay…!"

Luke muttered with patience. At last he disappears from the world. Nothing fundamentally changes, but Luke was content with it.

"The schedule is tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"The sooner the better, the better.

"All right."

The sooner the better. Luke agreed to that. He swallowed his saliva. It was time to tell an important story.

"Then the price....”

"I don't need a price.”

"…you don't need it?"

"Yeah. You'd have heard rumors if you knew about us.”

"That's what it was. I didn't know it was real."

Motorola will accept the first request from the region at no cost. It was a rumor that spread in the dark. I was half-believed, but I didn't know it was real.

"Then get ready. I'm sending you a place this evening."

"Okay."

Luke nodded vigorously and ran down the alley. The man mumbled at the excitement.

"I've already received the price. Something very expensive."

He laughed. At the same time, darkness surrounded him. There was no one in the alley anymore.