Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Leica looked into the air with her focusless eyes. Caron touched Leica's back slightly.

"Lady?"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Are you all right? You looked distracted on your way here. Did something happen?”

"…work?"

Laika said with a dejected look.

"There was."

"You mean the door to the sword?"

"…asher. What the hell? I used my milk to push it to the nipples, and I can't believe I just opened it.”

"It's probably because you're qualified.”

Caron replied calmly.

"You've done something great enough."

When he was young, he challenged the door of the sword and did not even budge. If you look at it in that way, the results of Leica were like a miracle.

"But it's too much comparison. What is this?"

Even Caron did not respond to Leica's complaint.

'No way, I'm not going to do it lightly.’

I knew Asher would be able to open it, but I didn't know it would be that easy. If the first door was like that, maybe the next one was opened.

"…Focus for now."

"Oh, by the way. I couldn't afford to worry about anything else."

Leica bit her lips nervously. Caron comforted her like that.

"Don't be nervous. Just do as you normally do. You can't be separated."

"You heard about the test, didn't you? It's weird not to be nervous."

There is only one content for this transfer exam. Make a good hit against the knight.

The problem was that the article was of considerable skill.

"Thirty duel. a knight who has won thirty victories I heard it's quite a famous article."

Leica, on the other hand, is an aristocrat's daughter who is less than twenty years old. It's only been two years since she learned how to use the sword. No matter how hard I looked at it, there was no chance of her passing.

"Calm down."

But Caron calmed Leica with an unwavering face.

"I'm stronger than him."

Caron, who won all 30 duels and won the game, was definitely a knight of ability that was not easily accessible.

"And you beat me.”

Experience, age, and skill are all weighed down by talent.

"So let's go with confidence.

"Tut. Okay."

Laika grabbed the sword and opened the door of the examination room. There was a dull-faced knight waiting in it.

"What's your name?"

"Laika Halvark. I'm the eldest daughter of Irak's estate."

"You know what the test is about. You'll make a hit against me."

"Yes."

"Then lift the sword."

The driver took a posture. Leica calmly grabbed the sword. The driver laughed lightly at Leica.

'Here comes another girl in a dreamt of it.’

I've seen dozens of articles about those who want to be transferred like Leica. aristocratic women who dream of knights only with clumsy swordsmanship They all came here and went back empty-handed.

"Then I'm going."

This girl will be like them, too. The driver answered briefly and kicked the ground. His hand moved toward Leica at high speed, but she was not moving.

'I can't even move because it's frozen.’

The driver clapped his tongue and stopped punching. Leica's hair shook under the wind pressure.

"I'll give you one more chance."

"What?"

"Move, don't be overpowered, move your feet."

One piece of advice would be fine. The knight thought so and went back and posed again. He kicked his foot toward Leica, and she still didn't move.

'That's it.'

Eventually, the girl couldn't move. The driver moved his arm in a gentle manner.

'Oh, my God.'

But it wasn't that she couldn't move. It was the opposite. He was so embarrassed that he didn't move.

'...you're attacking me with this move?'

The fist came close to the distance, and Leica's hand moved.

Wham!

"Gasp!"

The driver was stuck in the ground. The pain hit the whole body, but the knight couldn't even care less about him. I looked up at Leica with distrustful eyes.

"Well, well…"

He, a famous article, didn't even see it properly, let alone respond. Laika clapped her hands.

"You said you'd give me a chance. So you're coming to the right place now?”

"What, what?"

"Well, that can't be true."

"Well, yeah. I'm really going this time."

The driver clenched his teeth, raised his body, and grabbed the sword again.

'I was careless.'

It was too easy. Unlike the other girls, he seemed to have a stroke of talent.

There is no more carelessness. The knight set his senses and rushed in.

Whoo-hoo!

"Gasp!"

And it's the same as before. As soon as she approaches the distance, Laika's sword moves and is stuck. The driver looked up at Leica blankly at something that he couldn't understand.

"What the hell....”

I didn't even see any movement. What's embarrassing is that Leica was as well.

Why are you so weak?’

The high-profile article before her eyes was weaker than any prosecutor she had ever seen.

***

Yeah, it's been a while. How long has it been?]

"It's been 40 years.”

Including a 20-year hiatus would be about that. The golden sword rang again at Asher's words. A resonant, ghostly voice rang out.

[Hahaha, it's already around that time] Since I don't know the flow of time in here, I thought it would be three or four years at best.]

The sword burst out laughing. His voice contained an inviolable welcome.

Anyway, long time no see. You were the only one I've ever seen, so I was bored. I don't have anything to do with myself in here. I can't move.]

"After forty years, it still remains."

Of course, you're the only one who came here. It was different a long time ago.

A golden sword stuck in the center of the seventh door.

I don't know who it is. It's not just an ergo sod. From the beginning, it has been embedded since he first visited this place more than 60 years ago.

I was so surprised to hear your voice when you first came here. I was even more surprised to learn that it was a sword, not a human being. I got a lot of help thanks to you, but I still couldn't forget the surprise of that time.

[By the way.]

The sword murmured silently. An excited, joyful voice filled the space.

[You. You made it]]

"Maybe."

[Sighs] I thought a guy like you would come true someday. It's weird if the guy who gets here doesn't make it.]

In the past. When Asher got here. He was not a sodmaster. That's why I was surprised to see how Sword came here when he wasn't even a Swordmaster, but he couldn't answer because he didn't know it.

There was a question, but I ignored it because I couldn't solve it. The sword spoke in a joyful tone.

Those who always reach the point are some kind of crazy. It's a little awkward, but... Not bad. Good. Very good. Haha. How long has it been since I've been a sodmaster?]

"It's quite outside."

There are tens of thousands of Swordmasters in the Empire. Including other kingdoms or extraterritorial existence would be even more numerous.

The sword grumbled out.

But you can't come in here, can you? That's weird. A Swordmaster should be able to get in here, but he can't even open the fifth door. If you look at the characteristics you told me, it would be Sodmaster. Something's wrong.]

"Not like me."

That was the question Asher had.

Asher was different from many Swordmasters, including Heiban. Orser, who had only appeared once before Asher's death, did not have the color of his eyes like them, and he only had strange powers.

I'm really a sodmaster.

The question continued to stir in Asher's mind.

The state of affairs that has reached the point but cannot be determined whether it is the right one. That's why he came here.

[Aha.]

Realizing the sign, the sword murmured.

You distrust and deny yourself.

"…yes."

You have a habit of underestimating yourself, as you have before. Yes, that's why you're here. All right. I'll do whatever you want.]

The golden light spread in all directions. The radiance of great power warmly enveloped Asher.

For I am an unnamed, forgetting the past, and a sword-sealed man, and you are a well-qualified sodmaster.

The power of the words weighs on Asher. The holy light rippled out in all directions. said the sword as if God had given the oracle.

Realize your own worth. Master of the sword.]

***

Asher was pleased to hear the sword. You can only ask what trust is contained in the unnamed words of the sword, but it was something that Asher felt was black transcendental. At least he had an undeniable truth about swordsmanship and circumstances. There were some differences.

Asher spoke to Sword with a brighter face. The problem that I had been thinking about has been solved. That alone was the purpose of coming here.

I see. Reincarnation.

The sword murmured anxiously. Asher first explained the fact that she was reincarnated. said the sword in an awkward voice.

[Oh, my God. I didn't even notice it. I thought it was weird, but it was a different body.]

"I was embarrassed because you were so nonchalant, but you didn't you didn't notice.”

I was wondering how to explain it, but I noticed Asher's identity as if she was right. I thought you guessed it as the God of Motorola did, but I didn't know you wouldn't even notice it.

I'm a sword, right? No eyes. All I know is the spirit and the spirit. It's a little different, but humans grow up, right? I thought that was why.]

The sword grumbled apologetically.

I'm stuck in here and I don't know what's going on outside. Every once in a while, everything you deliver is all. Anyway, okay. reincarnation

The sword murmured thoughtfully. Asher waited quietly.

A cup of tea has passed, and the sword said.

It's rare, but it's not at all. What is it? It's in old fairy tales, right? The young man who has come back to life does what he regrets.

"It would be a fairy tale."

What happened becomes a legend over time. Most of them are forgotten, and some come down in the form of stories. Most of the stories and fairy tales that you know were real.]

The sword murmured in a languid tone. Black doesn't know who he is, but he still has a vague memory. Every time I talked, I felt that I was very old.

You're different. To be born again is to go against the flow and change the stream of the river. That's why you can't do it unless you're prepared to do so. That's why those who are desperate and those who have regrets are reincarnated. But you don't have that, do you?]

"Yes."

Asher nodded. He didn't regret his life. It's a long story even though I was frustrated. It hasn't been bent now.

He was satisfied with his own life. So I couldn't understand. Why were you born again?

[Hmm] Hold on a second.]

The presence of the sword expanded. Asher took out the sword reflexively with a sense of staring at something huge.

[Hmm.]

His presence disappeared before Asher could do anything. The golden black was just as stuck on the floor as before.

You, there's something weird on your soul.]

"That's weird.”

[Something smells bad] Where did I see this? I don't remember.]

I tried to recall the memory for a moment, but I couldn't remember it, so the sword clicked its tongue.

Damn it. You stupid head.

"You don't even have a head.”

It's an figurative expression. Anyway, there's something. I don't know what it is. I think it's been around for a long time.]

"A long time ago, reincarnation?"

Maybe. Is there a guy who took a picture of you?

“…….”

Before reincarnation. Asher thought for a moment. He mumbled, recalling his memories one by one.

"There are so many things that take."

[…you must have had a good life, too.

"That's right."

Motorola, too, was not just one or two to choose the transcendent existence that photographed him. Whether it was a favor or an enemy, it was not enough to be it good or bad. The God of Motorola knows reincarnation, so so do the other gods.

said the sword, as if it were chilling.

Oh, come on. You don't have to worry too much. You can't do anything right now. It just gets on my nerves. but.]

"That could be the cause of reincarnation."

Yeah, why don't you go find the elf? They're experts on the soul, so they can figure it out.]

"We don't get along very well."

But it would not be bad to think about it at least once.

[By the way.]

The sword murmured. A truly sad voice rang.

This is the strangest thing.]

The eye turned to Asher. The sword has no eyes, but Asher felt so.

[Why can't you write an oracle?]