Reincarnation of the Sword Master

The body of the Crocus is the body of the general body. I didn't see anything good when I was hit by shrapnel. That's the weakness.

Asher teased his feet.

Whoo-hoo!

He slowly approached the crossers, avoiding falling debris. The Crocus rushed to power, but it was repeatedly blocked by debris and was not properly attacked.

"Oh, my God!"

I tried to vent my power forward, but I couldn't because of Geron. Yet he was inexperienced in dealing with the power of the devil. It'll get better as time goes by, but that's a later story.

Asher grew closer and closer. His physical condition was not strange even if he fainted right now. It was amazing to move, but I couldn't stop. The broken muscle fibers were forcibly connected to the muscles to advance.

"Ee!"

And he reached right around the corner. The Crocus hastily surrounded himself with forcefully.

Darkness. Its defense was like a wall. But Asher clenched her fist.

pour out everything left in the body I bet everything at once, and I punched.

a quadduck

"Oh, my!"

The curtain of darkness breaks and the embarrassed face of Crocus is seen. Fix the body that is likely to collapse with your feet.

"Stop taking a rest now.

Shake your fist. The devil's eyes turned to him. As if smiling, the pupils of the eyes drew long curves.

The devil said something.

[That's right. You.]

The fist hit the cross.

***

The darkness is gone. Arnai and the guards were seen lying down, and the control over Geron disappeared.

And Crocus was sprawling and laughing.

"Clinkle... To be defeated by a man who has nothing... No. Is this the right result?"

There was no madness in his face. There was only a deep sense of mystery and sadness. Asher slowly teased his feet. He arrived in front of the Crocus, trying to maintain a sense of consciousness.

"…I'm sorry—I've shown myself invisible."

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, it will be hard for a long time."

Crocus' face was aging in an instantaneously. Accepting more than the limit, the vitality began to go out.

There was no sign of fear of death. Just mumbled with a melancholy face.

"…I've done something that I can't do to you and your disciple. I can't believe you're still showing your ugly side to young people, let alone your young people."

“…….”

Asher was silent. He then sighed heavily.

"I'm not that young. I'm older than you."

"What…?"

"You said. I'm not going to change."

"What do you mean..."

"And I said, No, you're gonna change. He who doesn't change is the most foolish. The cleverer and the smarter, the easier it is to change."

"…no way."

Crocus' eyes were filled with astonishment. Asher said bitterly.

"It's me. Crocus. Your old friend."

***

"…Ha!"

Crocus burst into laughter. My eyes were alive.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter went off and on. As if understood, Crocus nodded continuously.

"I see. It was you. Captain of Guards."

"Yes."

"That's funny. What happened to your body?”

"Dead, alive again. I don't know why you came to me even though you didn't want to.”

"Is that so? It's amazing."

Crocus laughed and muttered. I looked at Asher with eyes full of longing eyes.

"…yes, no wonder my powers don't work. There's no point in shaking up the mind of the one who's already done."

Crocus' face gradually turned pale. Blood flowed from the mouth as if it were the limit.

"Well, no. What's your name now?”

"Asher."

"Yes, Asher. You are no longer the captain of the guard. Then we shouldn't call them by their past names."

"…what drove you crazy?"

Asher asked in a subdued voice. The current Crocus seemed to be in perfect sanity. A hero as intelligent, bright, and strong-willed as in the past.

But it wasn't until earlier. He was infatuated with insanity.

"I don't think someone like you will change that much in just a few years."

"Well."

Crocus gave a bitter smile. He looked up into the air with sad eyes. Due to the serious atmosphere, neither Geron nor Arna nor the guards were able to approach.

"You're interfering. But I'm not interfering with my mind. It's just the truth.”

Crocus murmured gloomily as if he had seen the world's demise.

"I saw the truth in the dark."

"Truth."

"But that's not the point. I'm a hero anyway that terrible thing. He's a man who has to get through it."

But Crocus didn't. Rather devoured, defeated. He betrayed his mission.

"In the end, I'm weak. I've changed. …I can't stand it like you."

Crocus looked at Asher with inferior eyes. Asher shook her head.

"I'm not great."

"Clinkle, you've done it before. He was always pessimistic about himself.”

Crocus stretched out his hand. Darkness gathered and tried to form a shape, but it collapsed as if it was not strong enough.

"The great thing is, it's not us. You're the one who's truly amazing."

Crocus gritted his teeth.

"We are, we are created."

"A being made?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't explain. I'm ashamed to show off my disgrace.”

“…….”

Asher was silent. Crocus gave a faint smile.

"Thank you, but you'll be fine. One day, even if you face the truth, you will move forward with an unwavering spirit. So I have a favor to ask you.”

The power gathered in the hands of Crocus. The darkness condensed and soon began to lighten up.

The essence of darkness, the source of the power of the underlying owner. Crocus held it out.

"Will you succeed me to my post?"

***

Asher did not answer. Crocus didn't rush either. I just said it.

"I believed in myself. I'm not going to be shaken. I'm going to keep my steel spirit before I die. But the result is like this. He's corrupted, and he's gone crazy."

"There must be a disciple.”

"Of course he's brilliant. He's stronger than I am.”

The Crocus looked at Garron. Crocus turned his head gloomily at the eyes staring at him blankly.

"But I'm crazy, too. There's no way he won't go crazy. But you're different."

After reincarnation, countless events, and despair, Asher remained unchanged.

a man who never changes It was a kind of curse.

"Forgot it. It was impossible for me. It was you who could have done it."

Asher said calmly. In the past. When the Crocus succeeded power. He was there, too. However, he failed to participate in the succession. It was because he did not qualify properly.

"That was then. But you are different now. I have something that I'm used to it.

"Familiar?"

"I don't know what it is... Thanks to that, I have enough qualifications. Of course I don't want to force it either. The choice is freedom. It's up to you to decide."

"…I'm sorry."

Asher shook her head. Crocus smiled bitterly, but he was not as shocked as expected.

"I see."

"I decided to walk my way in this life."

"The choice is free. I'll have to trust my student. Unlike a fool like me, you'll be able to survive. Oh... come to think of it.”

Crocus managed to speak with a pale face. It was the limit, but somehow I opened my mouth.

"You... you said you were back alive."

"Yes."

"And the familiar energy... Then I can guess... I'm not sure, but....”

Crocus said with a click.

"I'll go find the Wizard..”

"…it would have been destroyed.”

"But he's a big wizard... It's not going to disappear so easily... He'll be able to solve your question. Knock, knock, knock, knock!

"Sir!"

Garron, who was biting his nails nervously from far away, screamed and ran. Asher took a step back. Crocus gave a smile.

"Thank you… could you leave for a moment… I need to talk to my student....”

"As you wish."

Asher stepped back. Arna was looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Asher, what the hell are you....”

He seemed to have something to say to his Adam's apple. Asher raised her arm as soon as she tried to run.

"I'm sorry, but it's not going to be easy right now."

"Yes? Ah, Asher!"

Asher is down. Arna hurriedly caught her knee on the ground and was about to fall. The sword kicked its tongue.

[Too much] You have to faint right now to listen to me until the end.]

The limit was immediately exceeded. It was a natural result as he continued to talk and tease his body while it was amazing to move. I could feel pain all over my body that would scream even if I felt a little.

I'm dying.

It was not empty words, but sincere words. If it was an ordinary body, it would have been scattered like a broken doll in the past, but it forced it to endure.

Leaning the voice of Arna calling herself, Asher closed her eyes.

***

It was the white ceiling that Asher opened her eyes.

It's a familiar ceiling.’

I remembered for a moment. This was a medical officer who was always beholden to him when he was a security guard. That's why I'm used to it.

[Are you awake?]

When I turned my head to the voice I heard, the sword was next to the bed. Asher clenched her fist, but the pain didn't feel much.

"...how many days have I been asleep?”

[Four days.]

Asher got up. The pain was almost reduced to the level of muscle pain. It's only been four days since I was in that condition.

"It's like a monster."

[Sodmaster can't be like a normal human being] Whoo-hoo. I saw something fun.]

The sword gave a strange smile. Asher paused in a prickly mood. When I peeked at the body, it didn't smell much after four days of fainting. The wound was neatly bandaged.

"…Sword."

[What's wrong with you?]

"Who took care of me?"

[Want to hear that?]

Asher couldn't bear to ask with her shady voice. At that instant, the door opened.

"Oh, Asher!"

Arna ran into the air with an air of delight.

"You're up!"

"Yes."

Asher answered, but his eyes were in her hands, not in Arna's face. There were bandages and towels in the basin.

"No way..."

"What?"

"Did Arna take care of me while I was asleep?”

"Ah."

At the moment, her face turned red. The sword chuckled.

How does it feel to have a job done by a foster daughter? But you're still an elf, right? Don't you like it?

“…….”

Asher was silent. I didn't really feel anything because I even gave him a bath when he was young. It was just, strangely embarrassing. He sighed.

"You don't have to do it....”

"No, but you saved us, and you saved the world. We can't be sloppy."

Arna spoke confidently, but there was nothing I could do about her slightly flushed face.

"But you don't have to do it yourself.’

It was so uncomfortable. Asher opened her mouth.

"My party."

"Oh, I got in touch. I was very worried.”

Asher smiled bitterly. He did not show up for more than four days, even though he said he would go to the academy. Back home, Reyka was expected to be packed.

"And... I'm so sorry. I'll make a mistake."

Arna bowed her head like a sinner.

"May I ask you to keep a low profile on this?"

"I don't care."

Asher answered calmly. The owner of the bottom went mad and tried to spread the fire around the world. It should never be known outside.

Asher answered willingly because of the anticipated request. Arna's hair went down even more. Asher got up.

"Oh, Asher? It's still going to be hard."

"That's all right."

I have muscle pain, but not to the point where I can't Asher caught the sword.

"Can you show me around? To that place."