Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Let's see how hard it is."

Asher mumbled his fist. And Nanta. Both hands struck Maraha's whole body, which was stuck in the ground, drawing afterimage.

Every time a fist hits, the ground cracks and the surrounding buildings collapse in the aftermath. Before I knew it, the city was so ruined that it could no longer be called a city.

Maraha wraps around his body with wings. And spread it out. Heavy wind pressure spreads in all directions. The wind that causes the building to collapse and the human body to tear apart. the power of monsters

Asher swung his fist across the face to face to face. The wind pressure was offset by force, and the remaining aftermath was firmly inserted into the earth. After the wind, Asher stepped up.

Coooooooooong!

The ground sinks when you trample on Maraha. Animals begin to run away with instinctive fear. Asher stepped back, Maraha grabbed him by the foot.

His red eyes pointed at him. The eyes contained anger.

Maraha pulled and threw the hand that held his foot. Asher's body flies like an arrow in the sky. Asher clenched her fist, enjoying the resistance of the wind with her body.

Then he punched in the direction of flying. Power pressure spreads and the speed decreases due to the force of opposition. The earth has come close before I know it. Turn and roll over the ground to land.

"I never thought I'd do this crazy thing."

Dusting off, Asher picked herself up. Blow the body under pressure. I thought about it, but I didn't think it would actually work.

"That's the power of monsters.”

Don't forget that it's your body that burns. If it were normal, I would have been crushed in the first fight, so I wouldn't be able to move anymore.]

"But not now."

As long as it was sacred, it didn't matter how damaged the body was. Maraha flapped his wings again and flew in. Avoid swinging fists and kick them. With the sound of ripping, Maraha is pushed away, and Asher runs and punches his chest with his fist. The earth collapses again.

Everything collapses on hand and foot. It was like a scene from a myth.

"Excuse me."

[What?]

Asher pulled out a sword on her waist. A golden sword, not a black sword. Stab at the flying Maraha. Maraha's body bends to a rider and bounces the ground and rolls far away.

"He's strong, too."

The ordinary sword was broken by a single collision, but not a single golden sword was scratched. The sword roared.

[Hey! I'm not a sword!

"So I said excuse me.”

You crazy guy.]

Coo-oong!

Maraha popped out again, throwing away the rubble. Asher posed with a golden sword.

[Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey] Wait. This is not...]

The sword spoke in an urgent voice, but Asher did not listen. He moved the sword away from the flying Maraha.

***

Before we knew it, there was no more evidence to call it a city. All that's left here is broken pieces and pieces of wood. Nothing could be seen with the shape of the building.

Coooooooooong!

Between the cracks, man and a monster with wings were fighting. Asher turned around, dodged his fist and struck down the golden sword. It crashed into Maraha's head and sank into the ground.

[I... I...] With my sword....]

"I think I'm going to die, so what's the point?”

Who am I! It's not just a sword! It's something transcendent! But with a sword!]

"It was left at the door of the sword."

A bloody world. No one knows me.]

The sword uttered gloomily.

[It's going to be crooked.]

"Stop complaining."

The trapped Maraha ran out again. He opened his fingers and tried to grab Asher's head, but took out his head and kicked him. Maraha is flying again.

One blow will kill you. You will die even if you block it. Dealing with such a monster for an hour or so, Asher did not allow a single attack.

No matter how transcendent it may be, the movement was like an infant. They did nothing but a simple straight line.

Speed at which movement can be avoided if predictable in advance. Except when they were caught, they were all avoiding and attacking. But the situation was not so good.

[That's not even looking]]

The sword murmured in a small voice.

Maraha popped out again. One scar on the body. There was not a scratch.

"The attack itself doesn't work."

His strength is not at an easy level, but if it doesn't work, it's safe to say that his physical strength is nothing short of immunity. Asher kicked his tongue and backed away from the attack.

[How the hell did he catch this guy?]]

"As I said, that's a stupid guy."

Kill the enemy. He had no other idea. Thanks to this, I could dig a trap and drag it down to where the hero was and kill it easily. It would have been much more difficult if it could have been thought.

Coooooooooong!

He avoided the hand stretching through the air. I'm avoiding it well, but there's no answer to avoiding it. Asher thoughtfully avoided the swinging fist and swung the sword.

Unlike before, Maraha slipped back and avoided the attack. Asher flung the sword again. Maraha removed the sword and dug into Asher.

"Ee."

Asher hurriedly covered herself with a sword. The fist fell and the shock hit the whole body.

***

[Hey! Wake up!]

“…….”

Asher looked up at Maraha, who flew up in a daze. The movement was definitely different at the end.

You're studying?’

"…it's no wonder that I've even failed."

Asher threw up blood. His physical condition was the worst. He gave a bitter smile.

"You didn't dare die.”

He's been trying so hard. The moment I got hit, I covered it with divine power.]

The black sword was rumbling urgently. Asher tapped the handle and pulled himself up.

"Learning."

Maraha certainly learned and escaped his attack. All he's been able to do so far has been simple. It was too much now.

I'm almost out of it because of that. It's probably the end of the game. I have to run away.]

"Where's the problem?"

He'll come after him till he dies. You can't go north. I'm going to die.

"…can't be helped."

Is there a way?

"There is."

It was just a way I didn't want to do it. But I couldn't help it now.

Maraha flew high into the sky and ran toward him. Asher ran hard on the ground. The direction was outside the city.

Maraha flapped his wings and followed him. The sword asked urgently.

Where are you going?]

"Mountain."

[Why are you there...?]

Asher went on to avoid Maraha's attack. The goal is the mountain next to the city.

The mountain that he was going to go to first fell behind. It was there.

"When you're dealing with a monster, it's better to bring the same monster.”

***

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Maraha continued to attack him, but Asher was narrowly avoiding it. It was about a counterattack, but it was a straight line for those who only fled like this. The sword murmured nervously.

[Will he be able to arrive?]]

"Well."

To be honest, it was fifty-fifty. The speed is superior to the speed of Maraha. He was narrowly avoiding it, but could not be sure when he would be beaten.

Maraha pulled his wings and stretched them out. The trees broke and blocked Asher's path. Asher ran forward through the falling trees.

Maraha reached before him. His fist swung to break his head, and Asher slipped away and grabbed Maraha's arm. He turned his back and threw it using his whole body's elasticity.

Whoo-hoo!

The trees broke and Maraha flew far into the sky. Asher shook her hand.

"You didn't know how to respond yet. I have some free time."

I don't have time to hang out.]

"I know…."

a quadduck

Maraha landed in front of Asher even before the horse was finished. Maraha's fist moved and Asher teased his hand.

Break the wrist, twist the orbit, and spill the direction of force. I broke my wrist during the spill. A fist brushed past Asher's abdomen.

Boom boom.

That alone breaks the bone. It rolls around, throwing up blood and destroying trees. When I finally stopped, I felt that there was no place in my whole body. Asher pulled up calmly.

"Is that it?"

There was no fear. If there is, there is only regret that I have not seen the end of the sword.

What are you talking about? Run for it!]

"I wouldn't be doing this if I could."

It's over. He could see it because he'd been dead many times. You can't run away from this situation.

Maraha approached slowly as if he was sure of victory. He looked down at Asher and raised his fist.

[Oh, my god...]

The sword murmured despondently. The sword of the hero's murder growled urgently. Asher stared at her fist.

Asher's head was crushed and his fist moved, and the world changed as soon as the sense of death struck him.

The movement of the fist, the flow of air, and the chanting of the sword slowed down. Suddenly everything slowed down.

Is this what you call a lantern?’

At that moment, a strange sensation struck Asher.

Something different, but a familiar feeling. a sense once experienced

Asher caught the sword unconsciously. His attack didn't work on the monster, but he pulled out the sword.

At the same time, the energy burst. It was not the golden light of divine power. White, the energy surrounded the sword.

As soon as the world returned, the sword moved.

!

For the first time, Maraha's scream. A painful voice reverberated throughout the mountain. Maraha's arm was on the floor, throwing up black blood.

Asher's sword was shaking with white light, and the energy of the jolting. I remembered seeing this.

[…Come on?]

The sword murmured. Asher breathed quietly. I couldn't feel the sensation of the whole body.

Get up! He's still alive!]

'If that's possible, I wouldn't do this.’

a state in which one's mouth is not even moving I couldn't even move a hand.

I've done enough.’

The rest was a matter of how fast the heavy fellow came.

Asher closed her eyes. Maraha glared at Asher, holding his arms tightly.

His body has not been scratched since he was promised immutable after birth. Even the humans who had overpowered him in the past could not hurt his body, so they had overpowered him with strength.

His body is absolute. It was his pride, his everything.

Part of such a body was cut to the core. Maraha began to feel fear beyond anger.

Maraha strode toward Asher. I raised the rest of my arms to finish.

What are you doing in other people's house?

For a moment, the fog spread. An irritating voice hummed.

I'm going to go through it.

The fog struck Maraha.