Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Crazy!"

Crocus shook his hand with a harsh spout. Darkness that encroached on the surrounding area was driven according to the will of the master. He devoured the rushing Asher.

"Benefits!"

But it didn't work. There was no sign of madness on Asher's face after she came through the darkness. As usual, he ran toward the crossers with a blank face.

"Laugh!"

Crocus waved his hand, barely avoiding the swinging sword. The darkness became a sharp thorn and rained down.

The rain of darkness. The power to lose your intelligence and become a maniac if you get a drop.

"I'm sorry."

“……!”

Asher said in the heavy rain.

"This doesn't work for me."

Don't worry!

"Laugh!"

Crocus' forearm is cut off without being able to avoid the blown window. Red blood splashes in all directions. Crocus twisted his face.

"…oh, my God! How come!"

At the same time as the clouds, darkness strikes like a tidal wave. As soon as darkness struck Asher, the feelings inside shook Asher's head like a waterfall.

All negative emotions, including denial, madness, hatred, and anger, violated and humiliated the mind. But Asher took a step forward by accepting all of that. Asher, who came out of the dark tidal wave, had a normal face, unchanged from before.

[Oh, come on.]

The sword murmured surprisingly.

[...holds the power of the bottom master?]]

This was the power of the bottom master. Those who touch the darkness of his calling go mad. They lose their intelligence and act according to their instincts. It was no exception to heroes. Therefore, the owner of the bottom always made an exception when dividing the order of power.

the absolute power that no one can deny That was the established theory.

But it doesn't work for him.

"…you can't do this!"

The Crocus denied and rekindled the darkness. Swirls swirled and devoured Asher. Asher closed her eyes.

I feel a strong emotion. A great deal of emotion is raging. Despair, grief, vanity. Every single one of them is a waterfall of emotions that will go crazy, and even those who carry out the spirit will not last long. The overwhelming power that makes the human self feel like a grain of sand.

But it holds out. Like the walls that have been firmly established for thousands of years, they prevent all emotions and maintain the unshakable iron reason. Asher opened her eyes. The darkness disappeared and Crocus was seen.

[The power of the owner at the bottom is to distract him] In other words, if you are mentally completed, you can let it go without any impact. But I didn't know there would be someone who actually accomplished it.]

The sword laughed as if it were ridiculous.

[Sighs] That's ridiculous. I've met so many sodmasters, so many wise men, but there was no one like you anywhere.

"It's not that great."

Asher picked up the sword. Yeah, this wasn't great at all. The only reason he could survive was because he was immature.

I couldn't give up properly because I was immature. I couldn't put it down in despair because I was so foolish. I couldn't let go of the sword because I was so foolish.

That's the only reason he's holding out. Nothing more. nothing less.

[Sad] I don't think it's that simple. Anyway, it's amazing. Unless it's the devil, no one will touch your mind.]

Asher galloped at the sword's words. It approaches the close distance of the Crocus. He hits the crossers, who are flustered and floundering their hands, with a black eye.

"Oh, my God!

Fly over there with a scream. A painful groan flows out against the wall. Asher mumbled her sword.

"I wish I could pass out like this."

[The reality is that it doesn't work out that easily]]

"Uh…."

Crocus was groaning up. Asher clenched her fist. You can't kill him. If the master of the bottom dies without the consciousness of succession, Ma will spread to the world.

That's why they faint quickly. Asher kicks his foot. Like an arrow shot by a demonstration, it goes through the air and reaches the point of the Crocus.

Poof!

But it was different from before. A thrown fist is blocked by something transparent. The invisible thing was slowly rattling around Crocus' body.

"Crazy."

Asher kicked her tongue back. It was different from before. The darkness around the Crocus gradually began to darken, ominous color.

"I wanted to get over it in the middle of my embarrassment.”

"Yes…I don't know why, but I don't think my power works for you."

Laughing.

I can hear the sound of an evil beast. emerge slowly from beyond the darkness. Black dogs and disparate mounds of fog appear.

[Is it an open game?]

"But I'm a hero!"

Crocus stamped his foot. Darkness flared out in all directions.

"What a great man! Even if my strength doesn't work, I won't lose easily!"

Laughing.

Crying.

Darkness opens and the beasts appear one by one in the world. Each glares at Asher with a different shape. cried the pincers with their arms.

"Go away!"

The sight of spreading arms and dealing with the beast was more of an evil spirit than a hero.

***

Ugh!

Avoiding Rafelai's attack with his teeth in, the winged one then snaps in his toenail. Breaks the body out of the trajectory and shakes both arms roughly. The beaten beasts are thrown off without mercy.

Oh, my God!

The wild boar-like thing gallops. Asher slightly rolls his feet and jumps over the boar. Hold the bayonet and strike it down. It falls down with a good deal of money.

"That's dirty.”

Asher stepped back and murmured. One by one, there were eight outstanding numbers. Crocus breathed out a short breath, apparently tired.

"Death! A hero or nothing, but a low-quality swordsman, can't take me down!"

Eight beasts. Each one was as good as Lafelai. There were three of them that he didn't know.

"…was the owner of the bottom able to summon even a drink?"

[No, it's just a twisting motion.] It's a summons.]

The sword began to speak in a serious voice.

It's different everywhere. You can think of it as being forced to do something that's not mine. That's a lot of pressure. Maybe this number is the end.]

"It's over once you get rid of them."

[Maybe.]

"Eight."

Asher burst into laughter without even realizing it. They face numerous beasts and defeat evil to destroy the world. No matter how hard I look at it, it was a hero's move. Such an ordinary prosecutor was not the one to deal with.

But there was no hero here. All he has is his body.

Asher picked up the sword.

[Will you?]

"Then who will. The guards in the back? A kid who's been caught screaming? Or Goblin?"

There is no resolution or sense of justice. It's just that he has to.

You're determined to die.]

The sword grumbled, but it was not in a discontented tone. Rather, it contained pleasant feelings.

[But only those who have overcome adversity have exalted] Some of you don't know, do you? I'll assist you.]

"Thank you."

Take care of your breathing and control your muscles. The beasts move slowly as if they were on guard.

Kiehhhieh!

And then he runs in. Asher steps down quickly. When Lapelai avoids the attack, a pig whose mouth is half that of his body is pulled in from behind.

a quadduck

Push the sword in to block it, and kick the foot. As he fled to the sky, a hawk-like beast with wings flaps and runs. Bend back and avoid toenails.

It has wings, but it's weak in the wind. Even the slightest wind can cause a crack to fall.]

As soon as the sword was finished, Asher brought out the bayonet. I put my arms together and swung them. At the same time, the wind spread roughly in all directions. The hawk flutters its wings in embarrassment, but it is swept away and unable to maintain balance.

Kiss my height!

Asher cuts through the hawk's neck and lands. Now 7. As soon as your feet touch the floor, you will be lifted up by the fog. It swells up and hits Asher.

Whoo-hoo!

When I narrowly avoided it, the floor hit me. At that moment, a sharp ringing of dawn rang.Yikes! Yikes!

"Laugh!"

Asher closed her ears to the shaking head. On the other side, something like a bat was screaming sharply.

Cooooooh!

The pig is running. Asher tries to bite with his mouth open enough to go in. I quickly woke up and tried to avoid it, but my left arm was bitten.

"Duck."

When kicked, the pig flies around like a stone shot with a catapult. Asher frowned and looked at the bite arm. It didn't break, but the muscles were torn and bones were revealed. If it were a normal person's body, it would have been cut off.

Pour it in!

A huge, Ouger-like beast rushed in as if he would not give a break. The house was the size of a house and Asher was tired of it and backed away.

"How can this be?"

[Just hit him]

"What a dog…"

Trust me.]

"Crazy."

Asher kicked her tongue and swung her right hand. The light beating disappeared like a mist.

"What is this?"

He's a big guy, he's weak. He's a scaredy-cat. My personality is mild.]

“…….”

First of all, six. As soon as the bat put his mouth back on, Asher teased his feet.

***

"Oh, my. Oh, my..”

Arna sat down and bit her lips. My mind went blank and out of breath. The other guards had already fallen and were wriggling their arms and legs.

This is the power of the bottom master. It shakes the mind and hurts the essence.

"Oh, shit…."

Arna tried to lift herself up, but she lost her strength and fell down again. She clenched her fist.

Crocus did not even recognize them as if they were not here at all. The force they were subjected to was the force of debris such as dust.

But even that they couldn't hold out. The black curtain that caught them was rather protective of them.

"Hmm."

Tacan sounded an interesting voice.

"That's great."

Tacan's complexion was not so good either. The green skin was black and blue. But it wasn't to the point where I couldn't move like everyone else.

"…I don't think you have the strength to hang in there."

A torrent of darkness is raging against Asher. He won't be able to hold out if he's hit directly.

However, Asher escaped the turbulent waves, seemingly unaffected.

"That's really, really great. The more I see it, the more I admire it."

While Tacan was admiring, Arna struggled to lift herself up and grab a spear.

It's not good.

Asher was dealing with the beast, and the guards fell down. The only one who's fine is Tacan.

Even if he killed all of them here and ran away, there was no one to catch them. Tacan grinned.

"Kak. Why are you looking at me like that? It's like you think I'm going to run away."

“…….”

"There's no trust. What would I do if I wanted you to do that?"

Tacan lifted the window. Arna clenched her teeth and posed in front of the guards. Tacan smiled and moved the window. The window poked Arna in the back.

Wham!

Shia-Ahhhhhhahhhhhhahhhh!

The grac, which was rushing to Arna's neck, disappears with a scream. Tacan recalled the window, ignoring Arna, who was not moving in a daze.

"Hmm. Right. It's very simple if you poke your neck. I knew it was good."

"…why?"

Arna, who barely came to her senses, opened her mouth. The takan had a sneer.

"You and I have a contract."

A contract to help them in exchange for releasing Tacan.

"Do I look like I'm a low-key person like you guys who give up their promises?"

Arna couldn't answer the ridicule. Takan smiled and turned his eyes away.

"Anyway, keep an eye to eye. If he loses, we'll all die. I don't want to relax."

Tacan's eyes were dim.

"It doesn't make any sense.”

He also caught one, but he caught it because he aimed for a gap, knew the weakness perfectly, and even saw how to target it.

Masu was such a difficult monster to deal with. But Asher was catching seven.

"Human beings cannot help but respect. Don't you think so?"

Tacan muttered. The eyes contained deep envy and reverence.