Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Geez!"

Hiban managed to lift himself up, holding his shaky knee. I clenched my fist, but there was no force, nor did I come out. I stumbled and leaned against the wall.

"How can I be so powerful....”

"Of course, it's not a crystal."

Shebanat giggled.

"It's a kind of denial. It's the power of the great God. Even a hero can't use his power. But…."

Shebanat staggered to his knees. The color fled from his face. She gave a slight smile.

"I don't like it that much either."

She was staggering to see if she could get out of this realm of power entirely. Hiban clapped his back against the wall.

"Your gods must be clumsy, too. Even the believers can use the power that is affected."

"God's power is fair to everyone. Even a believer is no exception."

What was affected was that all the other assassins were either sitting or stumbling on the floor. But Shebanat laughed.

"But less than you. We didn't dig deep into anything as unclean as you."

Whether her words were true or not, the assassins were moving their bodies. It wasn't like a high-ban that I couldn't control myself at all.

"…I see what it is."

Hiban clenched his teeth.

"Crazy people. You're being dishonest and private? That's enough of a bullshit."

"Ha-ha. I understand how you feel about denying it. But what can I do if I really deny it and I'm kind things?”

Shebanat gestured. The assassins staggered toward Hiban. Heiban managed to lift himself up with the sword, but his whole body was shaking. Shebanat faltered in the high-banded attempt to pose.

"…does it move here, too? You're a hero, aren't you? But that's it. Kill him."

The scene was watched from behind by Asher. He also sat down for now. But the reason was different from Hiban.

The blackish air, like a high-ban, held the whole body. Asher clenched her fist. It's as hard as ever.

'…it's good.'

He was as usual. The only difference is that the view is obscured by the dense air. There was no abnormality in the physical condition of the body.

***

Once he saw the situation, he collapsed, but he couldn't understand English. He turned to identify the assassins and the Hivans, but no one was fine. Everyone was reeling from the slightest influence.

[Of course not at all. Because you're a legitimate person.]

I guessed Asher's feelings and said in a tone where the sword was full of annoyance. I tried to ask him what he meant, but Shevanat was approaching him.

"Hmm. You're on the same. I still don't know the mysterious power of God.”

“…….”

Asher did not answer. Shebanat smiled lightly as he thought it was overpowered by the power of God.

"I have some questions for you. A disciple of Hiban."

Shebanat pulled his hair out of the daggers. A cold metal touch was felt at the neck.

"You knew about us when we first visited."

Shebanat looked down at Asher with cold eyes. They had completely concealed themselves. They killed or banished their gods and all who knew their secrets. Thanks to such efforts, no one knew about them properly except for those from previous generations.

But not only do young children, who are not even 20 years old, know who they are, but also know about the existence of God's name and nature.

"You don't have to answer. We're good at torture, too.

“…….”

Asher clapped her mouth. She mumbled so quietly that she couldn't hear properly. Shebanat frowned and held his ears close to Asher's mouth.

"What?"

"…what should I answer if you ask me like that?"

"What…."

As soon as Shevanat pulled out his head, Asher's hand moved. The hand with the dagger in it moved and ova Shevanat's whole body. It happened so suddenly that I couldn't even move.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I broke the tendon in my arms and legs. Do it if you want to teleport. Wherever you go, I'll follow you and kill you."

Of course I can't do that anymore. Asher muttered, took out a single sole and threw it away. As soon as it penetrated the center of the ceiling of the ruins, waves spread in all directions.

"The end."

"Uh, where the holy things are!"

"Wouldn't it be more strange that you don't notice that I keep glancing at you while you're fighting?"

The muddy air has not disappeared, but it is no longer possible to teleport. Asher was not affected and they were not properly restrained.

"Good-bye."

Asher moved. And it's all over. Less than ten minutes later, there were only three people left who lived and moved in the ruins.

Asher approached Hiban.

"What a great sodmaster!"

"Clinkle, I'm sorry. You look awful."

Highban sat on the floor and looked up at Asher with strange eyes.

"As expected, you..."

"Wait a minute, please. If we kill him, he'll be released."

Asher approached the woman wriggling on the floor, leaving her high class behind.

Shebanat vomited blood.

"You! You! You!"

"You tried to kill me. So I killed you guys. Do you have anything to blame?"

Asher made a face.

"I'm nothing. If you don't show up in front of me, I won't stop you no matter what you do. I don't want to get involved."

Not only is he not a hero, but he didn't mean to be. The only thing that matters to him is his own path.

"Why do you keep bothering me?"

Motorola was not the only one. It made the mah-jok and the monsters keep getting on my nerves. I was beginning to get irritated.

"Haha!"

Shebanat burst into laughter at Asher's words.

"That's ridiculous! You are already divined by our God! Do you think you can live a whole life like that?”

Shebanat turned his eyes upside down. cried out like a fanatic, his voice was torn.

"Where you go, what you aim for, whatever you want, you will achieve nothing! We! The will of the great God will block your way!"

The words contained madness, and deep conviction. Shebanat laughed at me.

"You'll end up living a miserable life, so wouldn't you rather die for us?"”

"Are you done talking?"

Boom.

Asher trampled on Shevanat's neck. The neck bone broke, shrank for a while, and then drooped. At the same time, the dark air disappeared.

Are you dead?

I couldn't let my guard down because I didn't get old even after decades. Even when I turned my body upside down and touched my heart, I could not feel the beat.

“…….”

Asher looked down at the body without a word. After doing that for a while, I turned around.

***

"…I'm starting to feel better.”

Hiban sitting on the campfire repeatedly clenched his fist and opened it. There was no tremor, though the force was not applied properly. I felt like I would regain my condition in a few more hours.

"Then you should slowly answer.”

Asher asked, skinning the squirrel she had just caught. Hiban smiled.

"What?"

"It's obvious. What you said you'd tell me."

Asher shook the dagger.

"Secret."

"Secret… Is it?"

Heiban muttered to write. He looked at Asher with strange eyes.

"You're definitely unique. The last one was the power to subdue the sodmaster. The assassins were no exception. But it doesn't seem to work for you. I'm even more convinced of what I think.”

“…….”

Asher looked at Hiban without a word. Highban waved his hands.

"Okay, you brusque."

Highbahn's eyes became serious. He took out the sword.

"I don't know that deeply either. There are just a few guesses. One first."

He bit his lips.

"Our hero is crazy."

"Isn't Mr. Hyban okay?"

"I don't have anything, so there's no reason to go crazy. But not all heroes are like me. Each one has his own burden."

a bottomless master who protects the world from evil

the master of a kingdom that brought about paradise on earth

the queen of the peace of the north

Everyone had different reasons, but most of them had something to take responsibility for. Heiban muttered with a wry face.

"Do you know the kingdom of Arabia?"

"I've already been there."

"Uh, uh, yeah?"

Hiban's face instantly became stupid and the atmosphere changed. He cleared his throat and regrouped the atmosphere.

"Then you'll be comfortable talking. What did you see there?"

"Distorted."

The ground itself was twisted. Highban nodded his head.

"Yes, the bottom master, and the heroes are getting strange one by one. Responsibilities and duties are being weighed down by what they have in mind. I'm looking for them and why."

Hiban raised the sword. The blade was shining on Hiban's face.

"And the other one."

Whore.

It's coming up. The black light rumbles violently. Hiban bit his lips.

"Do you remember what I said about swordsmanship before?"

"I remember."

Before he left, Heiban wondered what swordsmanship was, and why the more he learned swordsmanship, the more he escaped humans. Highban gave a self-effacing smile.

I have been questioning for a long time. What I've learned is whether my accomplishments are really swordsmanship."

Hiban shook the sword. The auror shook and erupted. A huge knife scar was dug into the ground with a roar and a blow in the forest.

"What do you think is the definition of swordsmanship?"

"To deal with and use a sword."

Asher spoke calmly. Hiban chuckled.

"Yes, I'm dealing with the sword. But look."

Highban erased the auror and shook the sword. The sword moved roughly and formed a shape. a high-class sword swordsmanship that creates visions and actually hits

"Which part of this is swordsmanship?”

Highbahn's eyes were shaking.

"How can dealing with a sword create a vision and a blow? How can you leap into space? How can the windows physically separate?”

Highban asked back constantly. I wasn't asking for an answer. He continued in vain, denying everything he had achieved.

"Which part of this is sword and spear? There's a saying that a soldier is a homosexual after all. It is widely believed that a person who reaches the extreme can handle all military organs to a certain extent. But I'm not me. Not only me but also others.”

He who has mastered the sword shall use the sword only; he who has mastered the sword shall use the sword only. No matter how hard you try, other techniques can't even be third-rate.

"Sodmaster is a great man, a man who has seen the end of swordsmanship. It's never a place for anyone who deals with strange powers."

Heiban murmured gloomily.

"Am I really a sodmaster?"