Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"And so does he. Since we've never met before, we should introduce ourselves.”

The woman gracefully grabbed the hem of her dress and leaned down. It was not an assassin but an aristocratic move.

"Nice to meet you. I am the servant of the great Motorola God. The fifth of the great dinner."

The woman grinned.

"It's called Shevanat."

'As expected.'

Asher narrowed her eyes. Shebanat. The fifth of the dinner table.

Asher knew that woman. Because I've seen her for a long time.

She was a persistent woman when he was straining Motorola. Even if I gave up completely, I lived with the life of a cockroach and it was memorable.

'...you look the same.’

Asher scratched Shevanak's face. a face smooth with no wrinkles Nothing different from the past, it looked like it wasn't old.

As he knows, Motorola had no power of fire. Shebanak was not even a hero. It was impossible, but it was spread out before my eyes.

"Good-bye, then. I don't have any personal feelings, but it's the work of a believer to follow God's will."

Shebanat raised his hand. Shadows moved and began to wear Asher. Asher said casually.

"You don't have much to do either. I can't believe you're after me."

"I don't know why God picked on you. But a god is a god because he blindly follows God's will. You shouldn't harbor injustice and distrust."

"That's the fanatic logic."

"It's not wrong."

Shebanat laughed again. The atmosphere was light, like talking to a friend, but the life was getting bigger.

"I know you're strong. But what was there was the soles and the idiots. By comparison, these are the real elite."

Roughly twenty people surrounded Asher. Shebanat opened his mouth as if it were a light joke.

"Kill me."

The darkness rose.

***

Shadows move momentarily to Asher's neighborhood. He jumps out in all directions, swings and stabs the dagger.

Asher put her hand on the floor and gave her strength. I have my finger in the stone floor.

Whoo-hoo!

When you pull it as it is, the floor breaks and debris splashes everywhere. Those who used to use knives urgently back down. Asher grabs a huge piece of debris that fell on the floor and throws it away.

Whoo-hoo!

"Gasp!"

One person who just finished the movement and landed is crushed to blood. Before I knew it, the dust was all over the place, making it hard to count even an inch ahead.

"Who would have the advantage if we didn't see each other?"

Asher murmured quietly. One of a member of the motto Lòria can be heard to space in the direction of movement took a knife. But Asher had already stepped back.

"Ahhhhook!

I put a knife in my neck and rolled my foot. Fragments that fell on the floor and the floor pulverized, roaring and dust rose again.

I couldn't see ahead, and I couldn't hear the sound properly because of the sound of the debris splashing. It was hard to fight, but it couldn't have been better for Asher.

As a sodmaster, his enhanced vision and hearing helped him catch even the slightest breath. The enemy, which being not buy their silence and their throats cut. Shebanat, who realized the ideal, kicked his tongue and shouted.

"Everyone back off!

The assassins leaped into space and clung to the top of the square. Shevanat frowned at the scene that gradually subsided and appeared.

"You've died a lot.”

Five bodies were rolling in between the brief skirmishes. The assassins were visibly embarrassed. I couldn't see anything or hear anything, but my colleagues are dead. It was hard for them to experience with space leap.

"Is it true that God has the power to make a fortune? There is nothing I can do. Everybody back off."

Shevanat rushed in. He quickly lowered his posture and reached Asher's nose. Before I knew it, there was a sword in my hand.

Whoo-hoo!

The sword and the sword struck and the sword rang. Shebanak's hand shook and the sword in her hand was roughly twisted. The blade disappeared, and only darkness fell.

"The sword of Motorola."

"I know. You'll be in trouble if you mistake me for the last time."

Shebanat grinned and glued herself together. The sword hidden by the shadow shook invisible, aiming for Asher's vital point.

Asher swung the sword wide and stepped back. Shebanat waved his arm. The sword leaped into space in shadow and headed toward Asher's heart.

"Tut."

Asher twisted away, but the hem of her dress was torn roughly. Shebanat is back in position.

"I know you're strong. That's the imperial sword. It's unbelievable."

But the limit was clear.

"I'm not weak enough to be beaten by you."

She is strong. I was not swayed by the sword, but I was using it. Decades of training brought her skilled workmanship.

It was a game that Asher couldn't reach, and it was beyond the limits he could face. He is a warrior at best. I couldn't beat the proper prosecutor.

"So die."

She waved her arms. The blade moved in the dark. The moment you try to pierce the space next to Asher's neck and poke your neck.

To up.

Asher grabbed the blade that popped out. Shebanat's eyes widened like a rabbit.

"Oh, how."

"Well."

Asher, who actually caught him, was also wondering. There is no delay in Motorola's swordsmanship. If you don't notice, you just have to die.

But he even caught it. It was impossible before.

'Is it because of the darkness of the soul?'

It was a possibility but uncomfortable thing. Asher set the blade. Shebanat stepped back in a hurry.

"I don't know what you've done, but it doesn't work twice."

"It's not wrong."

He who is in front of us is a swordsman who reaches the point. Asher was a man who could never be beaten.

But it wasn't hopeless. It was different from the past. He is as powerful as he is now as he is, as he is.

"Dead."

Shevanat rushed in. The sword moved in its shadow. The invisible sword shook, and Asher shook her arm.

Crying!

The power of the ring spreads and intangible energy surrounds him. The tent and the sword collide.

Whoo-hoo!

Shebanat cried out in horror.

"What!"

"It's so obvious."

Asher's arm shook and the sword painted a afterimage. Darkness gathered as Shevanat turned and wielded his sword. a blinding force If you panic about this, you will be stabbed to death by the next number.

So Asher put her hand into the darkness. I grabbed her by the neck and stuck her on the floor. The dagger was pulled out and stabbed, but she was already out of control.

"Moving space is annoying as expected.”

"How…."

Shebanat's pupils, which had receded, were shaking. Asher clicked his tongue.

"No progress.”

The swordsmanship is more skilled, but only to that extent. The most basic way of doing things was no different than before.

I have fought with Shevanat for nearly two digits. I knew all the means to use in this situation and in that case.

It's easy to fight back if you know it. No matter how far the swordsmanship was, Shevanat was on the threshold. He wasn't that difficult because he got the power of his brother.

That's the limit.

There is a limit to each person' Shebanat's limit was exactly what it is now. Shevanat gritted his teeth.

"…all right, I won't be stubborn. Everyone, get in position. Even you won't beat all of us."

"That's true."

Asher nodded gently. I can beat Shevanat, but it takes a long time. But if the others got in, it was his defeat without a doubt.

But Asher remained calm.

"It's time to get out."

"Dead..."

Boom boom.

The space is distorted. Cracks spread in the air and began to expand gradually.

a quadduck

A hand sprang out through the broken crack. Muscular hands began to divide the space and gradually expand the cracks.

"Hey, that's ridiculous!”

"How!"

The assassins were visibly embarrassed. The old man's face was seen beyond the breaking space.

"The tiresome things. What a waste of space. I feel dirty."

Finally, the space collapsed and the old man popped out. Highban smoothed his shoulders.

"You're here."

"Yeah, ho. I can't believe I'm holding five by myself. It's also useful."

"…I can't do that! Destroy the bonds of our God-powerful nature!”

One of the assassins shouted roughly as if to represent their feelings. Their ideas were not wrong. property-based abuses It was the number of trumps used in Motorola to defeat those who are difficult to deal with.

Use one precious property to blow over the space. There was no human being who could resist it. Properties are the only objects containing the power of God, and the waste of space made at the expense of them was the will of God.

Destroying it was the same thing as being against God's will.

But a hero is someone who goes beyond human standards.

"Yeah, it was pretty tricky. I've only experienced it twice or three times so it took some time."

Heiban spoke calmly. He had killed a similar being. Denying God's will was no wonder.

That is the existence of heroes.

'Is it over?'

The assassins were visibly embarrassed. Even the battle seemed to have been lost.

But there was something I didn't understand.

'Shebanat must have known.’

She is the same age as the heroes. She would have known it wouldn't work. The idea was correct, Shevanat had a grim face, but he was not as embarrassed as everyone else.

"Well, I've only heard that. It's amazing to see you in person. A hero was such a ridiculous creature."

"Huh? …oho. You look familiar."

"Because it's not the first time."

"Aha."

Highban smiled as if he had noticed who it was.

"Shebanat. The servant of a stupid god. You're alive.”

"It's the same with Picha. A hero is a very unreasonable being. How can you beat us if you have that kind of power?”

"How come you're still alive? Besides, you look the same as before.”

"God's power."

Shebanat spoke confidently.

"Our God has shown mercy."

"Bluff. Your God must have done all he can to make a leap into a dirty space.”

The God of Motorola gave his followers the power to leap into space by offering them a sacred offering. However, he lost his power in the world by crossing the line and could do nothing but lay down a trust.

It was only a hundred years ago. Hiban made a face.

"There's no way God will rise in just a few decades. It doesn't matter if you're not going to answer. Kill them all and it's over."

"It's the truth. This is why no unbelievers are allowed. Always distrustful, never believing in the will of the great God."

Shebanat laughed. Like a fanatic, he burst the mine with a twisted smile.

"The times have changed! Hiban! Your heroes are from the afterlife! Now he's just an intruder to the world!"

"Laugh."

The air has changed. Dirty and depressing things clung heavily to Hiban's whole body. Heiban changed his face and hurriedly gave off a black auror.

"God! Your power to us! Get rid of the uncleanness and give the wickedness to those who are made!"

cried Shevanat. At the same time, the air turned dark, and the oracle disappeared.

"Cough, cough, cough!

Highban vomited blood. His complexion died black and staggered down.

"What, what..."

Highban fell over as if he were a sick man who had a hard time even taking care of himself. I barely managed to say it, clenching my teeth.

"God's power must be one...!”

"It's proof that times have changed! Haha! I didn't expect to be a hero. No one can stop us now!"

Shebanat spoke confidently.

"God said! Those who are made unclean and private will be helplessly scattered before true power!"