Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Then it's swordsmanship."

[No, it's different]

said the sword. A firm voice did not contain any temptation.

What you're used to is swordsmanship. the art of handling a sword, using a sergeant, and moving the body.]

The sword groaned.

[But that's... That's not it. It's oddly different.]

"I told you. The swordsmanship of your time and today is different."

We talked about similar things before our reincarnation. I didn't really understand what Black Asher said about the sword. When each other's opinions were not coordinated, they just turned it over as a difference in times.

But the voice of the sword was full of confusion.

[No, it's not just that] Swordplay, in order to get that name, you can't do that.]

"I don't know."

That's more like this type of thing than swordsmanship.]

"I can't believe it belongs to this brother.”

Come to think of it, I said something similar to high peninsula. Words that seem to distrust and deny his sword. Goblin did, too.

"…but that's still, swordsmanship."

Asher wanted so much but couldn't catch it. It couldn't have been a fake.

I don't know. Your days are especially strange. Is the Academy the same?]

"It's the same."

[Huh.]

The sword murmured despondently. They continued to move forward while they were talking to each other. However, it is only spinning and not arriving at its destination. Poitan realized the ideal and murmured.

"Oh, don't we just keep spinning?”

"I think so. Look at this decoration. I remember coming here earlier."

Ruban touched the decoration. I saw this decoration earlier. The arrangement and surrounding patterns were all the same as the same decorations.

"What's wrong with this?"

Poitan twisted his face. Asher glanced at Lacan. He was biting his lips nervously.

He knew the reason, but he didn't mean to say it. I just spoke quietly.

"I think it's time to step up."

"…Whoa."

At Asher's words, Lacan shrank slightly and soon sighed. He frowned and advanced past Poitan.

"Oh! Hey! It's!"

"What a danger. Shut up and follow me.”

He spoke harshly and strode forward. The steps were as relentless as walking in a familiar place.

"Huh?"

"It's somewhere around here. It's been a long time and I don't remember well. …I found it."

After touching the decorations on the wall for a while, he pressed down on the wall. I stamped my foot and listened to the decoration. Then the noise began to sound beyond the wall.

Kugugugung.

"Rain, secret passage?"

Heiban said with a puzzled look. The wall opened and a secret passage appeared inside.

"Come inside.”

Lacan entered the passageway.

***

Inside, it was only a dark passage that didn't go through a single light, but it wasn't that dark because Lacan created light. Poitans looked around the passage curiously.

"What on earth is this secret passage inside the castle?"

"The castle is triple-structured. Externally, introspective, and secret places. The hero and the cannabis live in a secret place.”

"…why would you do that?"

"You have a fantasy, don't you?”

"Ah."

Poitan laughed because it was not simple. He stared at the back of Lacan's head with a serious face.

"So how do you know about this place?”

“…….”

Lacan paused. I knew too much for a simple wizard. Lacan sighed.

"Oh, shit. It's a real stink. I can't believe I'm telling you.”

"You'd better not have a secret between your colleagues.”

"What the hell."

Lacan hurled abuse at Asher's words. He clicked his tongue.

"It doesn't mean anything to hide it now. I am the only one in the kingdom of Ravia. He's his student."

"What?"

"Heh."

Poitan's eyes have grown so big that they can't grow anymore. Ruban didn't respond too much, just a small exclamation, shining his eyes.

And Asher showed no response. I knew it in the first place. I've noticed since Lacan told me that he heard it directly from the man who made the crystal.

Rakan is an alias. His real name is Badrich. the only disciple of a great sorcerer

I saw it when I was young. I just didn't notice that Badrich was so young that he couldn't tell the difference.

"I didn't know she was this big.’

I felt it during Arena, but time was really scary. asked Poitan, still shaking with surprise.

"Well, why are we....”

"Well, I'm a student, but I'm a fugitive."

Lacan bowed his head as if to confess his shameful past. Ruban smiled with a hoot.

"The fugitive? If you were a disciple of the Magician, you would have a position and honor.”

"That's true, but I was young. Freedom was better than that. The damn teacher wouldn't let you get out of the castle, but you think you could have held on as a kid?”

The cannabis was not a very good teacher. He suppressed the freedom of his disciples and made them learn only magic. It must have been because he grew up so much, but it was too hard for the average person.

"So I ran away looking for a crack in the crystal ball. It's nice outside. Everyone supports me, gets a lot of money."

The wizard itself is a valuable resource. Since I learned it under the Daemazar, the application of power is certain, so it was natural to be welcomed everywhere.

"He is a disciple of the sorcerer, but he has no one to recognize him because he has different magical characteristics, and his teacher can't come out of the castle, so I can leave him alone. Until now, no one knew....”

Lacan glared at Asher with resentment. Asher shrugged his shoulders silently.

"Well, that's the story. Then I met you on my way back when I heard that the kingdom had been destroyed."

"…that was a precious body.”

Poitans staggered, gripping their heads. The sorcerer I was with was actually a disciple of the marijuana. It deserved to be shocked. Ruban was still laughing.

"But can I go this slow? You never know what happened to your teacher. Besides, there must have been a lot of people who knew.”

"I don't know anyone. I couldn't even go to the outside and the inside. All I know is a teacher and a king. Besides, you're a sorcerer?"

There was no anxiety in Lacan's face. He spoke with a confident face.

"There's no way a sorcerer can get into trouble.”

"He must be, too.”

Asher was silent. Ruban was just laughing.

"Let's go first. It'll be quick if we get here. Talk to your teacher about why this happened. I'll slowly... I'll have to train again as a disciple."

Lacan led the way with a longing face. They followed suit.

"How far is this road?”

"It's almost over. It's not that long because it's the road inside the castle. …what's this smell?"

Lacan frowned. There was something bad smell coming from the other side of the aisle. Poitane blocked his nose.

"…that's a familiar smell."

"The smell of blood."

"And it smells rotten. I have a pretty good idea."

Asher and Ruban muttered. Lacan's face changed dramatically. He rushed over the aisle. Poitans followed suit in a hurry.

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

Poitan also left, leaving Asher and Ruban alone.

"A disciple of the sorcerer... It's surprising."

"You."

Asher opened her mouth. The sunken snow headed for the ruban.

"Did you do this?"

"No way. We have nothing to do with this.”

Ruban waved his hand. A distorted smile was seen between the shaking hands.

"This is your own business?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I heard a scream. Asher walked down the aisle. Lacan was sitting, screaming.

"Why! Why!"

I could see the square through the passage. Asher frowned at the devastation before her eyes.

An old man with a long beard became a skewer and was stuck in the middle of the square. Dozens of thorns penetrated the old man's whole body, holding him in place like a pilgrim. Lacan howled.

"Teacher! How could you!"

***

Blood trickled down the thorns to the floor. Half the square was red because of the increased blood. The flesh must have begun to rot, but there was a strong smell of quaintness.

"Wow..."

Poitan shut his mouth and gasped for nothing. Having seen numerous disasters as mercenaries, he was also a disaster that was unbearable.

"Hmm. Is it like this?”

Luban muttered with an interesting face. Asher looked up at the old man's body.

"What the...why?"

Lacan murmured blankly. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, I couldn't ignore what was in front of me.

His teacher is dead. The wavelength began to dwindle around Lacan. It stretched out and shook the castle.

"Is it a flood?"

Asher clicked his tongue. I knew I was immature, but I didn't know how to control my emotions. He clenched his fist and stood behind Lacan. I was going to knock him out.

"It's noisy."

Just as I was about to hit, an old voice rang.

"…huh?"

"You can't sleep well because of your stupid student."

The old man with a splinter opened his eyes. A haggard look turned to Lacan.

"I'm going to need training again.”

"Teacher…?"

Lacan groped with dumb eyes. The whole body was penetrated by a thorn and it was hard to find the whole part. So, you're alive? The old man clicked his tongue.

"I'm a stupid student. Roll your head."

"What… ah."

"I'm a big wizard. a rule of thumb It's not a job to treat such visions to me."

"…you crazy teacher!"

Lacan let out a shout. He raised himself violently and pointed his finger.

"What a damn vision! If you want to grow old, grow old!"

"Haha. This is one of the fun. A student who cries for his teacher. Even if you ran away, you still seem to have not lost your mind."

"…Shut up!"

Lacan shouted with a red face. The cannabis gazed away. They scoured Luban and Poitan, and they stopped for Asher.

"…you've met some interesting colleagues."

"What the hell."

Perhaps it was calmed down, but Lacan slowly took his breath away. He calmed down his anger and looked up at the marijuana wizard.

"What's going on? Why did the Kingdom of Ravia suddenly fall?"

"…what's going on out there?"

"What, why doesn't your teacher know that? That's your role in determination.”

The cannabis was able to watch everything in the world. It was a kind of surveillance network. The sorcerer laughed.

"I'm trying to see the achievement of a stupid student. Answer me."

"It's a mess. No one's dead, but it's like a corpse. They all do the same thing, and they don't eat or sleep. It doesn't work with mental magic doesn't work. What the hell?"

“…….”

The cannabis was silent. He muttered with a gloomy face.

"Is it karma?"

"What?"

"No, I guess you've achieved something. You got to the point.”

"Just give me a quick. Why did this happen?"

"Dragging. You're hasty. It's a sign of peace of mind. Take a rest first. It's too late today, and I'll let you know tomorrow. If you go in there, there's a bed, so rest there."

"Oh, my God. Star.

Though he complained, Lacan retired without a hitch. Poitan followed with an awkward face. Luban stepped down, and there was only one Asher left.

"What are you doing not coming?”

"I need to talk to you for a while."

"Talk? Oh, come to think of it, someone I know is here. All right."

Lacan left with a nod to himself.

There were only Asher and the Daemazar left in the square.

The cannabis smiled.

"Nice to see your old friend. Yes, captain of guard. What's going on?"