Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Huh?"

Someone groaned. There was no anger in their faces, only confusion. It happened so suddenly.

"…you."

And as soon as he came to his senses, there was a rush of life. They approached with a grim look, pulling out their weapons.

"You bastard. How dare you...!”

"I blame you. I don't think the things that were sold to slaves are in your arms.”

the drink he received 거기에서 수면제와 마약의 냄새가 풍겼었다.

“지엄한 제국법에 따라, 인간을 사고파는 자들은 전부 사형에 처한다. 증거와 증인만 있다면 즉결 처분하여도 책임을 묻지 않는다. 명백하게 기재된 문장이지.”

노예상들이 주춤거렸다.

“우리를 죽여 입을 다물게 할 거냐. 아니면 제국 바깥으로 도망갈 거냐.”

“…….”

그들이 천천히 다가왔다. 애셔가 걸음을 옮겼다.

"Caron, protect her."

"Yes."

Caron pulled out a sword. A man who was creeping into the street jumped in.

"You're dead!

The blade brushed, and Asher moved her hand. The man who ran over fell down.

"Geez!"

Since then, two men have simultaneously thrown out their swords. Hold the flying sword's end with your hand and bounce it off. Two men who watch the sword flying blankly fall slowly.

“…….”

When the situation came to this, the slave traders began to creep back. Asher waved her hand. The dagger flew through the heads of the slave traders.

"You think you're gonna let him run away?”

“…….”

And that was it. They were twenty-two-odd humans, but they didn't even learn proper swordsmanship, which point they were civilians.

When they cut off about ten people, some fled, but none of them were lost and wiped out.

Asher brushed the blood off the sword. I didn't mean to let him live from the start. Slaves who buy and sell human beings were his most despised people.

"Look, Leica."

Leica was looking at the bodies with a stiff face.

"Without me and Charon, you would have trusted them and drank. And he would have been drugged down.”

Even though he was good at swordsmanship, he could not exert himself properly when he was drunk. Even if he resisted, he wouldn't have gone much.

"And he was sold to strangers and never returned. Maybe they were bullied to death."

Leica's face turned pale. Asher put the sword in.

"The world is not peaceful. Especially now. It's better to doubt the unprovoked favor first.”

It was this world that died regardless of talent, power, and age. Leica nodded slowly. The caron stood out.

"…do you know that?’

It was an unknown part without some experience. And Asher has seen this case perfectly, as if she has gone through it many times.

'Isn't that new?’

So far, Asher's behavior has not been so unusual. Asher stayed still, shaking her head to see if she had anything to think about.

'I can't believe they're even in the capital.’

What's going on in the world? It wasn't something a slave merchant would say. Asher approached the carriage and walked the covered cloth.

"Ah."

Leica's face was suddenly distorted.

"Uh…."

"Who, who..."

Several people were shivering inside. He expressed his gratitude for his release. No one was hurt or weakened. It was natural to use it as a slave.

"Where did you get caught?”

"Mo, I don't know. He suddenly became friendly on his trip, and when he drank the alcohol he gave him, he lost his memory."

Listening to the situation, there were the most ordinary travelers. The luggage I took when I overpowered them was still in the back carriage. Some found their own things, and others joined in on their way to the capital. Most travelers took their own food and settled down without bothering them.

'I don't think it's bothersome.’

Asher leaned over. Those who had been held as slaves were taking care of each other and threatening each other. Leica was also interfering with them and taking care of them. Among them, someone approached him.

"Did you save us?”

Because he's older than me.

Feeling strange, Asher nodded silently.

It was a boy who approached. Is he in the middle of ten years now? He still hasn't lost his youthful appearance.

"Thank you. I will repay you someday. I was on my way to the capital city and I thought, "What is this?"

"Any guardian?"

"No, I'm an orphan in the first place."

The boy shrugged his shoulders. He said he was an orphan, but he didn't look gloomy if he had overcome it. murmured as if to tell a calm truth.

"When I was suddenly taken into slavery, I thought it was really over. They're rushing at me, but I can't resist with this young body. I couldn't save my life and almost died.”

"It's not something the kid has to say."

"I have to say that because I'm a little boy. You're not even an adult, and you're dead, and you're dead."

That's an unfriendly way of speaking. Asher giggled at the curiously grown-up remarks. It was an interesting kid. It reminded me of his old friend somehow.

"I'm going to see my teacher soon. The old man will starve to death without me, is he alive?"

"Is it a teacher?"

There was no sign of physical training. But it didn't seem to have an aptitude for magic.

It doesn't matter.

From what the boy said, he must know that he is not a proper teacher.

As soon as I tried to turn off my nerves, I saw a pattern on the back of the boy's hand.

"…that."

"Huh?"

"The pattern."

"Oh, this? My teacher drew it for me. This is the only way to avoid a fight. You ended up as a slave, right? It's my fault that I trusted that con man."

The boy bragged. Asher looked at the pattern without a word. The pattern of the black crescent moon and the red sun overlapped.

"It's been a while, is it's possible."’

succession to power

I never thought I'd be watching it again.

***

heroes and heroes.

beings who have the power to defeat monsters beyond human beings.

There are many different types of power they have and their circumstances.

those who have trained themselves in sword-taking to reach the level of sodmaster

a man who has gained enlightenment by repeated training of the mind

those who have abandoned the position of God and come down below

And a person who took over the position of hero in the form of succession.

"The Master of the Bottom" was the latter hero.

It prevents the expansion of darkness in a lower place than anyone else. When the body becomes senile and unable to engage in activities, it accepts a disciple, conveys power to him, and dies. And the disciple inherits the name and power of the bottom master.

The boy in front of me was the one who would take the succession.

'It feels amazing.’

Asher thought in the carriage. There was someone who could drive a horse, so I didn't have to bother walking to the Empire. In front of him, the boy was chattering away.

Asher has already watched the power succession once. His friend had been chosen to gain strength. The fact that the boy in front of him inherited his power meant that his friend had slowly reached the end of his life.

'Isn't that new?’

The life expectancy of the bottom owner is similar to that of the average person. The body cannot withstand the strong power without preparation. On the contrary, this time has been a long time.

"That's why. The old man asked me to cook for him, and an orphan like me should have done something. I ended up burning him up and he said something. He's making his student look like a maid of honor.

The boy didn't seem to know who his teacher was. He was just an old man, and he seemed to be slightly senile, so I dealt with him out of pity."

"I got a message to come this time, but I don't know. Maybe it's because there's really no one to cook."

"Well."

The boy will know when he gets to the capital. What will you get?

"So, Geran. How did you end up as a disciple?”

The boy's name was Geran.

Geran leaned his head against the wall of the carriage with a sour face.

"Not much. What would an orphan make a living? I barely managed to survive day by day pickpockets. Then I picked up an old man's pocket and he caught it right away. I thought I was doomed. If you're dragged to the guard, you'll be beaten to death. So I prayed gently.”

The old man then looked at Geran with strange eyes, looked around, and said with a smile.

I thought you'd be my student.

"At that time, I said yes to get out of the way... I think it went wrong. He's always bossing me around, and he hasn't taught me anything. But I won't let you go far. He's been sticking by his side of him."

Asher nodded his head.

I was trained just by being next to him. The darkness that comes from the bottom master is something that ordinary humans cannot endure. Given that he endured it calmly, Garron was talented in that way.

"I managed to get him out of here and there later, and again. Gosh. I'm quite old. Will he be alive?"

At the end of the speech, there was an inexplicable worries.

Asher smiled and muttered.

"I'll be alive. He's a tough guy."

"Oh, you know the old man?”

"A little."

"He."

Garron glistened his eyes. He looked at Asher with strangely admiring eyes.

"He doesn't fit in with your age."

"Not really."

Age groups are similar. Though it's the age of the mind, not the body.

"Well, I'll ask him to teach me some swordsmanship this time. I want to be strong like you."

"I'm not strong."

"Strong! All the slave traders killed themselves! I've seen a lot of guys wearing swords as prosecutors, and no one was as strong as you!"

"Hmm."

Asher looked cold as he shouted with his fist clenched.

The power that Geran will have is beyond human knowledge. His power is human at best. A little off, but the big stem doesn't change.

'…I said I didn't hear from you.’

Cayers said. The owner of the bottom recently banned any outside exchanges.

'Are you back for succession? Or….'

Meanwhile, a joyful exclamation burst outside the carriage. The whole place began to be noisy.

The carriage arrived in the capital.

"Wow!"

Laika burst into exclamations with her eyes shining. The heart of the great empire lay before her.

"Loudaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

The capital was huge. The wall alone was several times as high as the land of Irak, not to mention its majesty. Leica mumbled with a hazy face.

"This is the capital city....”

"You've arrived."

Caron also had a sweet face. Asher came out and looked at the wall.

“…….”

The capital of the Empire. Where he and I have been together for half a lifetime.

I knew all about this place. Who built the wall and how many guards. What is the most popular bar?

But now it must be different from his memory. Twenty years is the time when mountains and rivers change.

Asher walked away with a bitter smile.