Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Thanks to Asher's arrangement of the Goblin, there was about two more days than expected. The Goblin took their time to settle down and deal with the injured.

This allowed humans to concentrate more on training and relax their minds. A day has passed and two days have passed.

One day before Goblin comes in.

Leica woke up.

“…….”

I felt familiar with the whole body. When I raised my hand slightly, the soft quilt slipped accordingly.

"…what is it?"

She raised her upper body. He paused for a moment in a creaking pain in his muscles, but was able to cause it.

"My room?"

"Oh, my lady!"

The poet who came in with a change of clothes screamed. She clung to Leica and smoothed her body around.

"Are you all right? I was very worried because you haven't been up for days."

"…how many days?"

"Yes, you've been asleep for four days."

"Ah."

The hazy hair slowly came to its senses. Yeah, I saw a strange goblin, and I lost. And….

"Lady!"

The maid screamed when Leica grabbed her forehead. Laika caught the woman who was about to call Young-joo.

"Hurry, hurry, call the lord....”

"I'll ask you one question before that. Me. Someone brought me here.”

"What? It's him. It's him....”

"Really?"

"Oh, anyway, I'll tell the Lord. They were very worried."

"Okay."

The woman left the room in a hurry. Leica stared behind her, and she got up. Broken muscle fiber and overworked bones screamed noisily, but ignored.

She caught a sword.

***

Asher moved to the training camp. However, it stopped for a while because of the sound coming from inside. After thinking for a while, he realized who it was and went inside.

Boong. Boong.

There was Laika wielding a sword. It was not the swordsmanship of Le Penia. It was a somewhat clumsy, sloppy-looking swordplay. Bloody hands moved the sword roughly.

"What is that?"

"Oh. Are you up?”

Laika hastily stopped the sword. He glanced at Asher with a pinched look.

"Did you see that?"

"Just the end. It's a familiar blade. Where did you sell Lephenia's swordsmanship?”

"Ha-ha, sometimes you need a change of mood.”

Laika shrugged her shoulders with a hidden air. Asher looked at Leica without a word. Stepping at the gaze, Leica opened her mouth as if to make excuses.

"C, I'm going to try another sword."

"Stop it. You've already learned more than Lephenia's swordsmanship. If you try to learn another sword in that situation, you'll get worse.”

"Isn't that right?"

Leica fiddled with her arms and murmuring. She spoke quietly.

"…I'm sorry."

Leica said to him. He had a face full of melancholy, his arms stretched out, and he was sorry.

"What."

"You looked ugly. Besides, it just got in the way, let alone help. I…."

"I don't care."

Asher dismissed. I went expecting it to happen in the first place. No matter how talented she was, she was immature, and it was her first real-time match.

On the contrary, it was surprising that he came in good health despite such a foreign goblin. He glanced at Leica's hand.

"I don't think you're in good shape. You'd better not overdo it.”

"Are you saying that?”

"…that's true."

Come to think of it, it wasn't really what he had to say. Asher clicked his tongue. But he and what she's doing now were starkly different.

"I'm measuring my limits to the last degree. It's a one-track ride at the end, but... But you're not who you are right now, are you?”

Even though you barely woke up, your body is still close to its limit. Bloody hands were the evidence.

If he did something wrong, he could have been completely destroyed and never recovered.

Asher's eyes slowly sank. Her normally unseen cold eyes were directed at Leica, and she shivered slightly.

"Sorry."

"As a teacher. Don't try to cross the line. The human body is destroyed.”

"…I want to be strong like you."

said Leica puked up. Asher's expression changed slightly.

"That's interesting.”

"What?"

"Your purpose was to escape the bondage of family and politics. You've already accomplished one of them, haven't you? But you want to be stronger?"

"Oh. Oh, did you know that?”

Leica struggled with a rare look of embarrassment. Asher said as if she wasn't interested because she could see what she was thinking.

"It's already a year. Even if I don't tell you that much, I know."

"…you didn't kick me very well."

"I don't care why. The sword is just the sword.”

It can be an end or a means. There is nothing noble about it.

Sometimes there were people who believed in the sword and said it was worth more than that, but it did not reach him. The sword was just a weapon for him. No matter how good it is, it has never been worth more than that.

So he had no intention of getting involved with Leica. Leica smiled and scratched her head. The blood of my hands has been stained with detection.

"So far it has. It's different now."

"Different."

I want to see the end of the sword. I guess so.

It was not uncommon for her to be as talented. In addition, Leica can actually reach it.

Then you should say something nice.

Asher nodded.

"It's possible. If time passes, one day you'll be stronger than me.”

"…well."

"What?"

At the moment, Asher turned her eyes to the murmur. Laika hurriedly let go of her expression. I laughed and waved my hand.

"No, nothing."

"…Really?"

You must have misheard. Asher put her thoughts in order. The prosecutor couldn't have said that.

"Lady!"

"Oops."

From far away, the lady was running with a white face. After that, I could see Young-joo strode along with a red face.

She smiled awkwardly.

"Laika, you....”

"I'm fine."

Leica swung her arms around. Revereaux shook his head as he tried to say something with a flushed face.

"You... are always in trouble. I'm having trouble with Luke and the other type.”

"Oh. It's sad compared to you. You don't come out of your room anymore."

"What's wrong with Young-ji's successor?"

Revereaux sighed. He had a hard time, too. The one and only heir was ruined by the evil. I've been feeling old for months.

"Oh, Asher. It's time."

"I know."

"Huh? What are you doing?"

At Leica's question, Asher took out the sword.

"Laika, how was it when Goblin came to kill you?”

"Ju, porridge..."

"It's okay. I'm alive and well."

asked Asher, biting Rebecca on her forehead. Leica's face hardened. She clicked her tongue.

"It was dirty. Well. I moved less than half the pressure."

"Yes, man loses his reason on the battlefield where he risks his life."

At least soldiers should not be weighed down by the Precious on the battlefield.

Asher walked outside the training camp.

***

"Oh, my God. What is this?"

Bo-ham grumbled. The men who were sent to battle were now lined up in line.

"I'm busy training. What's your idea, Lord?"

Asher wanted the soldiers to feel the pressure on the battlefield in advance, and Rebek agreed. So Rebekh himself called the soldiers and ordered them.

The order to meet Asher and experience something.

Naturally, the soldiers protested. Asher is a student of Swordmaster, but his comments have not changed much. Young-ji's problem child luckily snatched up the spot.

Although it was slightly better, it was an acorn key comeback as the previous evaluation was an evaluation.

"What do you learn from that guy?"

"It's the lord's name. I don't like it either, but I'll follow."

"If you do something weird, I'll give you a hard time.”

Bo-ham grabbed the window firmly. They all didn't think Asher would be so strong. They had caught Goblin, but they had never fought Goblin. On the contrary, he could not help but think that he was weak enough to be beaten by beginners.

The line was gradually decreasing, and soon Bo-ham's turn was approaching.

The door opened and a soldier came out inside. Bo-ham waved at the soldier's face.

"Brother! Are you out?”

"Uh…yes…."

The soldier nodded with a bewitched look. Bo-ham approached the soldier.

"How was it?"

The soldier called my brother was a veteran. He was a warrior of no match among ordinary people like them, if not at the level of a knight.

"It wasn't much for you, was it?”

"Star..."

The soldier laughed in vain. Bo-ham was embarrassed by the unexpected response.

"Why, why?"

"No. No."

The soldier waved his hand.

"Look at it for yourself."

The soldier left and Bo-ham waited for his turn with a uncomfortable face. When I saw the faces of those who left the door, they all looked like soldiers.

a face that somehow seems to have lost its soul Suddenly the thought murmured Bo-ham.

"Are you doing all this all by yourself?"

There were about a hundred soldiers. It was never a number that could be done alone. In the meantime, the order gradually decreased, and it became Bo-ham's turn.

Crying.

Bo-ham opened the door and went inside. Asher stood in the middle of the building, not sweating a sweat.

"…what are you going to do?"

"Have the spear."

“…….”

Originally, he intended to protest something, but Bo-ham, with a bad feeling of foreboding, seized the window. Asher picked up the sword.

"Well, don't be afraid."

"What…."

Asher moved her foot. At a speed hard to follow, the sword in his hand moved firmly toward Bo-ham's neck.

"Ah."

Bo-ham stared blankly at the trajectory of the sword. A sense of blue engulfed Bo-ham's whole body. The hair of the body becomes bristle and the head rings an alarm.

Die.

the first sense of death in one's life Before I knew it, the speed of the sword had slowed to a snail's pace, but Bo-ham was still stiff and unable to budge.

Took

The blade touched Bo-ham's neck. Asher took the sword. Then suddenly Bo-ham collapsed.

"What, what..."

"It's worse than I thought."

Asher slightly frowned and pointed at the door.

"It's over. Let's get out.”

"Uh. Yeah..."

Bo-ham got up foolishly and opened the door. His face as if he had gone out was like the others before.

***

"…it's really difficult.”

Rebelow groaned.

Asher's actions were a test. A test of how many soldiers who have not experienced actual combat can respond to the actual crisis of their lives.

And the results of the test were very disappointing.

Twenty out of a hundred.

The number of people who stopped Asher's attack.

The other 80 were unable to do anything and simply stuck out their necks. Only a few have succeeded, even though they can be prevented by stabilizing their minds and escaping their fears.

In other words, 80 would have died helplessly if it were an actual battlefield.

"It'll be all right now. Once you've experienced it, you'll feel less pressure. But if you're still nervous, you can train Caron more."

"Thank you so much.”

"No, come to think of it.”

Asher turned away.

"How are you doing, young master?"

"…I'm still in my room.”

"Is that so?"

Asher clicked his tongue. I didn't expect you to lock yourself up in your room and not come out at all. It was difficult for the heir to be the owner of the estate to go away.

'I'll have to touch you.’

But it wasn't something that had to be done right now. The minimum preparation was done, so what I had to do now was my own training.

Asher, who went to the training camp, caught a sword.

'The Goblin.'

It was never weak. Maybe we can't even deal with Caron.

an onerous opponent

Asher pressed his arm and struck down the sword.