Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"If you see the sorcerer brought you here without telling you, I think you're asking me to explain it. Well, that's good. Not bad."

The man slowly swept the window frames. Almost nothing in a series of movements was felt, making it look like a ghost.

"As I said before, I'm the first child born here, in paradise."

"…I know that.”

Those who came to paradise did not prefer giving birth. It was only natural that he did not want to take responsibility for the child since he came here to lay down all responsibility.

So the hero had a hard time. There's no problem right now, but the child is the hope of the kingdom.

Meanwhile, a child was born three years after the establishment of the Kingdom of Lavia sixty-seven years ago. She was the child of those who came from outside and married in paradise.

There was a festival. Everyone celebrated the birth of the child with joy. So the child grew up in everyone's blessing.

"I don't remember, but my parents were probably happy, too. That's a good story. So the child is loved by everyone and grows up to be brighter than anyone else. It's a great story. But reality is not a story.”

The man stared at my hand. a spotless white hand Forty years ago, he stopped growing.

"When I was five years old. People around me realized I was weird."

The child was devoid of any signs. His behavior is somewhat unnatural. Rather than acting on his own mind, he seemed to copy the facial expressions of people around him.

"But it's just a little weird, and you thought he was a good boy. I didn't even know what a stupid idea it was, and I tried to raise myself. And boom."

The man grinned, clasping his hand clenched loudly.

"At that time, I quit acting. It's not fun anymore. And it went crazy. He suddenly turned into a stone, a corpse... There were a lot of things to say. I just quit because I was lazy."

The world felt somewhat distant to the boy. There was no sense of reality like a giant toy box.

"And they knew. I'm not like them."

I wasn't just saying what it looked like. The fundamental and internal parts were qualitatively different. They weren't like them.

"The reason was simple. This is paradise. It's a place far from the world. It's natural that people born in such places are different."

"It's not just going to happen."

"That's right.

The man nodded his head. No matter how different or different the place may be, this is the world. The nature of the land simply does not change.

"The massages of the sorcerer were a problem.”

“…….”

Asher groaned. The conclusion of the cannabis is to block the outside. He created a distance from the world.

As a result, this place has changed. People's movements became dull, and they began to lose their emotions as if they were possessed.

"It is paradise where those who have abandoned the disgraceful Chiljeong reach. It was just the difference between getting there and throwing away."

In the end, humans had no choice but to change to live in paradise.

"It was a problem that could be solved by taking the consequences… The cannabis and the hero didn't. They tried to protect what they had done. I tried to use myself to make a result, but I failed."

And it became a complete paradise. The man glanced away.

"You don't want to stay too long either. After about a year, you'll lose one or two of your feelings. Oh, it doesn't matter now that you take the sword."

"What is this sword?"

Black sword. I can't feel anything. The man shrugged his shoulders.

"The sword of the hero's murder. You'll find out if you try it on. Come to think of it.”

The man laughed joyfully. This time, a natural smile was not acting.

"Then I'll be released from this place. Where shall we go? It would be nice to go around the world."

Asher looked at the blinghy man. The man stepped back, as if he had noticed the eye.

"There's no point in trying to kill me. I'm not going to die that simple."

"…I suppose so."

Asher turned around and came out of prison. The man smiled and saw off his back.

"Good-bye, then. I'll see you when we get together."

"Whoow."

Out of prison, Asher looked down at the black sword in her hand.

"Is it the sword of hero's murder?"

I could see why the cannabis gave it to him. Asher walked down the hall with a sigh.

Instead of going into the secret passage, he went straight ahead and touched the pattern on the wall.

The walls rattled into view the stairs.

Asher went in there. I went up through hundreds of stairs. I could see a huge bedroom. And one person lying on it.

"Uh…Uh…."

The young man was lying on the bed with hazy eyes. His mouth was watering and his arms and legs were fluttering like fish out of the water.

Asher knew the man's past.

"That's not true. Old friend."

Asher smiled bitterly.

A man who never gave up and walked in his own way despite the ridicule of all.

I didn't expect such a great hero to be like this. It was so miserable that I couldn't open my eyes.

Asher approached the man. The man didn't even feel access to it, the man did not respond. He took up the black sword and put the end of the sword on the man's chest.

"Eh…."

The man paused. The hazy snow headed for Asher. When he saw the sword in his heart, he closed his eyes.

"Let's go peacefully."

with a puff

The blade squeezes the flesh through the muscles and penetrates the pulsating heart. The man is shivering. He groans with his mouth open.

"Ah…Ah…."

Something comes out of the man's body. white energy Asher tried to step back from the heterogeneous sense, but the energy entered the sword that Asher was holding. The black sword devoured its energy as if it were in a good mood.

“…….”

The man closed his eyes. The energy that was flowing also disappeared. Asher slowly pulled out the sword and shook the blood.

"It's depressing."

***

When I returned, the Poitans returned from work. Poitan took out a strange decoration in front of the cannabis.

"Are you talking about this?"

"Yes, that's right. Thank you. You can take the pay. And... you're back."

"Yes."

The cannabis smiled bitterly at the black sword in Asher's hand.

"I've made you do something you're sorry about.”

"What did you order?"

"It happens. Badrich, are you done, too?"

"Not much."

"That's enough. The rest of you learn how to analyze and make it yourself. Now that you have finished your work, go out. I intend to cover the kingdom."

"…how long have you been missing?”

Lacan bit his lips and asked. The cannabis smiled.

"Very long. It's probably hard until you get old."

"Oh, my God. Finish it quickly.”

"He's a stupid student, but he's worried about his teacher. Then leave. It was nice meeting you."

"Tut. Poitan. Come on out."

"Joe, just a little. I still have to take care of more....”

"Shut up and follow me."

Poitans were dragged away looking at the gold with mournful eyes. Ruban was invisible from the beginning. They disappeared into the passage.

"Did you meet the kid?"

Asher nodded silently. The cannabis mumbled gloomily.

"Our karma. In the end, we failed. We didn't create a real paradise."

"Are you going to get rid of it all now?"

"It's meaningless to continue this pathetic life."

"…what is this sword?"

Asher picked up the black sword. I heard a pleasant cry.

"The sword of the hero's murder. Your reaction must have been successful. It's not that big.”

The cannabis flicked his finger. The air began to change as the wavelength spread. The texture was disappearing.

"I've always wondered about heroes. the power beyond man's reach Where does the power come from? I've always wondered. That's how I made this sword. And... it was a sword that would free him."

I've accomplished my goal. The cannabis mumbled.

"The sword is yours now. They grow up devouring what heroes have in their arms. The more you kill the heroes, the stronger the sword becomes. And one day we'll reach the hero's secret.”

"To kill a hero. That's too much.”

"No, you will be.”

The sorcerer gave a heartless smile.

"I don't know if you know, but we're not the only ones who have met this."

“…….”

"Can I ask you one more favor?"

"Tell me."

"I don't know where you're going, but wherever you are, you'll meet people like me. Those who have lost their will, those who have lost their will."

The cannabis mumbled gloomily.

"Stop them."

"…I'm not a hero."

"No, you're a hero. He's a real hero, unlike us who are full of lies. I just didn't know in the past."

The boundaries of the world began to crumble. Paradise was gradually disappearing as it overlapped with the world. At the same time, the face of the cannabis began to fade.

"I wouldn't say it's in return, but... I should be able to answer your questions with my feeble body. Yeah. I was curious about the cause of reincarnation.”

"That's right."

The cannabis is the only human being who can see the soul. It was a land that could be reached because it abandoned its name and pursued a magical path. The cannabis eyes swept through Asher's inner side.

"You've got something strange on your soul.”

"Crocus said that, too.”

"Oh, come to think of it, he was there. How do you live now?"

"I'm dead."

"…Is that so?"

The cannabis mumbled gloomily and waved. The wave struck Asher's whole body. The cannabis' expression hardened.

"…That's strange."

"What do you mean?"

“…….”

The cannabis' eyes were shaking.

"You know, that body. Did he rob you?"

"It's not what I wanted."

"…I can't do that."

The cannabis' eyes shook greatly in shock. Asher looked at it and waited, it was not long before the focus was on it.

"I'm sorry. I don't know more than the darkness in my soul.”

"You don't know?"

Asher frowned. That's how ridiculous it was.

"There's no way you don't know.”

The Magician is the one who has reached the magic pole. The domain reaches the realm of the devil. But the cannabis shook his head.

"Of course you are. But I don't know. It just feels like there's something dark, dark, indescribable.”

“…….”

Emotions rumbled through my mind. He always made his way on his own. He always walked his way.

There's something dirty on his way. My stomach started to feel weak. Asher opened her mouth.

"You really don't know?"

"Yes."

The cannabis nodded.

"But I can guess."

"If that's your guess."

"There's something dirty on your soul. And very few people can interfere with their souls."

Soul is an absolute concept. a single truth Even a madman or a sorcerer can see it, but he can't even dream of touching it.

But there were people who could. those who reach the climax Those who are crushed with their fingers.

The boundary collapses. Screams are heard everywhere. As soon as the paradise disappears, the residents of the paradise fall.

"Then your dirt is theirs."

***

Outside the kingdom of Ravia, Asher stared blankly at the kingdom.

The kingdom was falling apart. The texture collapses and slowly hides it. The blocking power that the cannabis has achieved with the last force. Perhaps for ever and ever, this place will not be seen until the power of the Magician runs out.

"Is it the destruction of the great earthly paradise? It's a very rare sight."

A pleasant voice rings. Behind Asher, Ruban approached with a smile.

"May I ask you a question?"

"No."

"When you last spoke to the Magician. What are you talking about? I couldn't overhear you because you were so determined. I can't stand being curious about anything.”

Asher refused, but Ruban was more attached. Asher sighed. I caught a black sword.

Wedge!

The air has split. The place where the sword was cut was rough.

"Come on."

Ruban, who had come right next to him, had already stepped back. Ruban smoothed his chest. The hem of the dress was split.

"I almost missed it. That's great.”

"Shut up and talk to me.”

Asher kicked the sword around her waist.

"What's the matter with the Ma people here?"