Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Oh, my God."

The corners of my mouth rose through the lobes. He spoke with pleasure.

"I'd have to kill him, but I'd change the way. You'd better tell me how you know it.”

"Try."

As soon as the horse was finished, Asher moved. It was a carefree walk, but the pace was fast. He arrived in front of a near assassin in an instant.

“……!”

The assassin stepped back in surprise, but Asher joins in. Hold the arm and cut the wrist. I cut my elbow and poke my artery. Now 12. What you see is 6.

The rest were staring blankly at him to see if they still could not grasp the situation. You idiots.

Walk again, Venda. Eleven. Only then do assassins hide in a hurry if the situation is understood.

"You can't miss hiding now.”

Asher's body accelerates at the same time as the ground is beat. The wall in the shadow shakes. You can see the eyes in shock, and Asher presses them.

Kagak!

There is a harsh sound of iron. Asher grabs his arm and breaks it when the assassin barely stops him. As soon as you try to stab the heart, the assassin's body becomes dark and disappears.

However, Asher does not panic and turns and throws a dagger. I can see through the forehead of the assassin who moved behind my back. Asher mumbled, kicking the falling body.

"Did the master of the territory give you permission? Your God is a nuisance."

"…how."

An uncontrollable voice rang. He used his ability to move, but naturally threw a dagger as if he had predicted it. Asher nodded his head.

"I've had enough of him. The one who doesn't get used to it is a jerk."

Asher moved her foot and took a step back. At the same time, an assassin from the wall ran out and wielded a knife where he had stepped. Asher teased his feet.

Boom.

The kicked assassin's neck broke and scattered in the trash can. flinch for a while The movement soon stopped.

"It doesn't mean you don't know just because you didn't say it I just didn't say it because it was easier not to talk."

explain softly, as teaching Now nine. An assassin shouts like he's throwing up.

"…he has no more weapons! Kill him!"

The darkness moves. Five or six assassins rush in around him. Stab the dagger with your eyes filled with passion as if you were going to kill him. Asher raises her hand as she enters the street. A sudden appearance of a sword was caught in the hand.

The assassins were stunned and stopped, but it was the worst choice. The sword made a smooth circle, and the lost necks flew in the air.

"Is it three now? It's simple."

Asher said with a haggard face. It was too easy. The period of peace also applies to assassins, and it was simple.

Asher throws the sword into the sky. As soon as the eyes of the assassins turn to the sword, Asher shakes his arms small. Two daggers ran out from under his wrist, and Asher threw them as they were. The assassins are falling apart.

"It's much better than I thought."

Asher grabbed the sword with a satisfied face and beat the wrist guard. Although it proved useful in the battle, it was different when it was used in real life.

First of all, the test ended with this. Then one last one. The man wearing the robe, who only watched as the assassins died, smiled and applauded.

"That's great. I can't believe I killed all our assassins with that little trick."

"It's down.”

"Yes."

The man nodded his head. He stopped clapping and drew the sword.

"That's a great expedient. I'll praise you for not using swordsmanship, but killing all our children with techniques and other skills. It's the attack of a man who's not far away! That's great!"

The man chuckled and thrust the sword into Asher.

"But that's it, too. No matter how expedient you try, you can't do anything. After all, you will be defeated under a great sword.”

The man is galloping. The shadow devours the man's sword and blocks his view. Like a beast of darkness, he is aiming for Asher's neck.

Whoo-hoo!

The sword and the sword collide and the iron ring. Asher wriggles in and stabs the sword. The man flips it over and swings it roughly. At that moment, the man's sword shakes. He hides his appearance, shaking like a haze.

"Tut."

Asher lightly kicked her tongue back.

"Haha! No matter how far away he is, he must know this great sword!"

The man burst into the mine. A hidden sword moves in the shadow and scraps the wall roughly.

Asher put the sword in and took out the spear. Draw a circle of circles to make spacing, and poke. The muscles explode and tear the air apart. Then the sword of the shadow shakes.

A sword appears behind Asher's neck like a creature. As Asher ducked and avoided, she turned the black direction of the shadow to aim for Asher's forehead. Asher lifted the wrist guard.

Whoo-hoo!

Asher widened the gap again. The man grinned and shook the sword. Again, the shadow wrapped around the sword and hid itself.

"Ho. Do you know how to respond? You must be really interested in sodmasters. If I kill you, how will he react?"

Looking at his eyes stained with joy, Asher tapped the wrist guard. There seemed to be nothing wrong on the surface. It also has a defensive treatment. It could be used as a defense tool.

"You've learned to use a troublesome sword.

a shadowy sword

He knew that sword. I had a hard time dealing with him. Thanks to the difficulty, it was almost a knowing sword.

"Haha! Yeah! My sword is the sword of the great! The power of a great hero!"

The man shouted loudly.

"The sword of our founder of Motorola! There is no one who dares to confront you!

***

I never thought I'd see that again.’

Asher kicked his tongue small.

Motorola's swordsmanship

If Lephenia's moved like a snake, Motorola was a shadow sword.

The sword disappears and travels to the place where darkness is, looking for the other's vital point. Distance and sword form are meaningless. As you master, the distance increases as you master it, and the shape of the sword can also be freely transformed.

Thanks to its characteristics, it was difficult to deal with, so it was a natural enemy for the prosecutor. Some people even called it pistil, even though it was a sword technique.

But it wasn't just an advantage. Asher smiled.

"It must be tricky to learn, but you must be quite talented.”

"Yes! I am one of the dinner parties recognized by the master of Motorola, the master of thirteen great places."

"The dinner table. Are you still calling yourself? They're so obvious.”

Asher muttered. The man picked up a sword in the shadow.

"Then die. But it's not a bad death. Death to the great sword. Don't you think it's the best death as a prosecutor?”

"As a prosecutor."

Asher twisted the corners of her mouth grimly.

The man is galloping. The sword of the shadow changes shape and hits Asher on the wall. I hurriedly blocked it, but the front was empty thanks to you. The man stabs the sword again.

Whooooooh!

Asher bounces off the wrist guard. The man kicks his tongue and shakes the sword again. A shadow surrounds Asher.

"You're persistent. You'd be better off dead."

"…why is Motorola after me?"

asked Asher, who staggered up. He snorted at the precarious move.

"Crazy, where's the assassin who tells the target why?"

"I'm going to die anyway. Is he not able to grant the lion's last wish? What brings you all the way here in this little country land?"

"Well, it doesn't matter."

The man has a distorted smile.

"It's polite to be fooled. In the first place, we came here to kill you."

"…do you want to kill me?"

"Yes, the trust came down.”

"A trust."

Asher muttered. The man said with a swagger.

"At first, it didn't seem like I needed to come... It must have been hard if it wasn't for me. Congratulations. You're recognized by me. Isn't that the best performance for you? The price is death."

"Yes, you came after me."

Asher straightened up. The shivering body was already stabilizing. The man grinned.

"Yeah. Did you get what you wanted by acting?”

"Full enough."

"Congratulations. It's like a dying present, isn't it?"

The man is running again.

"Then die."

The sword burns its shadow. Asher took out the window as if she was annoyed.

Whooooooh!

"Laugh!"

The man bounced off. He threw up his blood and looked at Asher as if he couldn't believe it.

"Oh, how...?”

"You don't act without a reason. You noticed the acting, but you didn't know why.”

"You…!"

The man clenched his teeth and grabbed the sword. Asher was changing her grip to a sword.

"The expedient is not wrong. It's true that imperial swords are insignificant. It is also true that Motorola's sword is the sword of the great."

But that doesn't mean you're strong.

Motorola's swordsmanship is a natural enemy for prosecutors. But he is not a complete prosecutor. A warrior. A warrior who uses everything to survive the battlefield.

Asher saw so many heroes that she could see well. The man has a talent. That's clear. You've heard enough of a genius. He is no match for his talent.

But I've killed as many as I can.

"Then deal with some lousy swordsmanship.”

"Geez!"

The man lifts himself up like a fit. The shadow glides around the sword. He's rushing. Asher picked up the sword and knocked it down.

a very simple strike A three-year-old child can make a move without any mystery or mystery. It was the imperial sword that the man despised so much.

"Huh?"

But the man was overwhelmed. It was as if a huge wall was approaching. I barely managed to stop the sword without even thinking about opening it, but I was crushed to the ground.

"Laugh!"

The man scrambled back. Asher slowly approached and raised the sword again.

This time again, a simple strike.

But the man was overwhelmed again. He hurriedly performed a sword operation, but was blocked by a simple straight line and broke down.

"No words..."

The man mumbled, stuck on the floor.

You can't do this. My swordsmanship, to those imperial swordsmen.

The man stood up denying the reality. He threw up violently and swung the sword. And it broke again. It bounced like a ball and hit the wall.

"Ah…."

The man looked at Asher with blank eyes.

Why are we losing? My sword is the sword of a hero. It's not just an imperial sword, man-made sword. But why can't we win? I can't do that. This is ridiculous.

The man stood up denying the reality. I managed to perform the sword art with trembling hands. It was his everything, his collection of lives, his pride.

A shadow wrapped around the sword and the man swung with evil. But it broke again.

"Ah."

The man is stuck in the ground.

It's been a long time since I've done a pure Imperial sword.

Waving her arms, Asher thought. He always twisted it or fought it using topographical features, but he rarely responded with just one sword.

"…you can't do this."

The man mumbled in his closet. Rob was torn and showing his face. The man shouted desperately.

"You can't do this! This is ridiculous! Hard! Hard! How can I do that to the Imperial Swordsman?

"The Imperial Edict is right."

Asher nodded gently. Imperial prosecutors are weak. There is no high-dimensional mystery or complex movement. It's just a simple direction of power.

"And you can't even be like that."

Whatever the mystery of swordsmanship is, it is human that uses it eventually. If you don't use it and are eaten, it's just a fancy dance move. Dancing can't beat even a low-level swordplay.

"It looks like you have a short training period. Three years at the most? I'm sure that would have been rough, too. It's been less than a year, considering the actual time. I would have lost if I fought against her."

The man flinched at the horse. It was true. He had a talent. Therefore, he was revered by all, and drunk on it. I have never truly trained. And the result was this.

'Running away...'

The man swallowed his saliva. Before I knew it, my cold hair was calmly. You have to run. I couldn't have been caught like this. He didn't want to die yet.

Darkness soared around the man, surrounded him, and soon disappeared.

"Hmm."

The man is gone. Probably went to the guild. Asher approached the man's seat. The remaining darkness was obscuring the view.

"It's annoying when they run away.”

Unconstrained teleportation in a particular area. Even though it's God's power, it should be used moderately. This is too much. As a result, his influence as a god disappeared, and he was only able to issue a trust, but it had nothing to do with him.

It was the hero's job to deal with God, and it was his job to deal with humans. Asher caught the darkness.

"A stupid child."

He made a complaint. The movement of space is definitely tricky, but there was no way to control it. But Asher didn't catch the man. It wasn't his goal to catch a few assassins.

"Mariena, show me where you've come through."

Then the darkness expanded.