Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"That's a long story. You have to hit everything with your body."

Walters raised his fist.

"Let's fight."

"…are you serious?”

When Asher burst into laughter, Walters waved.

"It's a force control. Of course it is. You have to fight once to know more clearly."

"That's the case."

Asher tried to get the sword out, but Walters stopped it.

"Don't raise your weapon, but first with your bare hands.

"Okay."

Asher clenched her fist and posed. Walters approached and smiled brightly and raised his fist.

"Then try to stop him, or he'll die.”

The air was crushed and a heavy fist flew in. Inside it was the power to lightly crush the steel.

Asher dug into Walters' body and struck out the opponent's arm with his hand and brushed it off.

Whoo-hoo!

The trees shook violently and the bushes were pushed away. Asher shook his hand and said,

"That's too much."

"We did a good job of blocking it. I only used the right amount of force. It was as powerful as you could stop it."

Walters raised his fist again.

"Now pick up your weapon."

As soon as Asher grabbed the sword, Walters shook his fist. Like before, the power to crush steel. Ordinary people have the power to crush at once.

Asher teased the sword. Walters' fist was flicked with a sword and dodged to the side by side. The pressure of power flared up.

"Hmm. I knew it."

Walters nodded knowingly.

"I attacked you twice in a row with the same force. You're a prosecutor, so of course you'll be stronger when you use the sword. If I had used the sword, I would have been able to counterattack."

But Asher didn't. Just like when I used my fist, avoiding it was the limit.

"If what Hiban said is true, your sword is quite serious. But where did the sword go?"

“…….”

With Asher's bitter smile on his face, Walters muttered with a sad face.

"I'm too busy using my body to handle the sword entirely. That's what I'm saying. It's kind of a tic-tick sensation."

"You've noticed it.”

It was a matter that he was thinking about. Unaccustomed body, plus dragon blood, makes delicate control impossible. But I didn't expect to be caught in such a single stroke.

Walters snorted.

"I've been training my body for decades, and I don't have to recognize him. In a way, it is a matter of course. You said you just got that power, right?

"Yes."

That`s the problem. Your body is feeling a sense of separation right now. The swordsmanship is perfect, but the body can't keep up with it. It's hard no matter how many times you get it right. Perhaps it would be good if the training time of the two, yook and sword, became similar to each other, but... It must be hard."

It was already decades apart. Walters' words were close to impossible.

"I'm going to start using my body for swordsmanship.”

Walters muttered with an interesting face.

"Be honest. Yes, the power and the sword. How long have you been using those two at the same time?”

"Oh, my..."

"Not in training, but in action."

"Not many."

There were more times when we fought using only our bodies. Walters nodded as if he had expected it to be.

That`s another problem. Training alone doesn't make me good. Now you only use your body, and you swing a sword like that, but it doesn't make much difference."

Walters kicked his tongue.

"Of course there's no problem with one of the two, but there's a problem with the impossible. If you get those two right, you'll be pretty strong.”

"It doesn't take a day or two."

"Don't worry."

Walters laughed as if he was having fun.

"Your body is very interesting. I think I'll know this and that if I train it. I'll train you thoroughly.”

Walters gathered his fists.

"Even if the training time is different, if you train too hard, you'll get it right."

"It's not going to be smooth.

"Then did you think my training would be smooth? Hmm, first of all."

Walters grinned.

"Let's start with force control."

***

"Take this."

The next day, Walters threw a ball to Asher. It was the size of a tight grip.

"What is this?”

"It's an instrument I used before. When I couldn't control the overflowing power, I asked the cannabis to make it. Try to squeeze it with all your might."

Asher gave strength to the hand holding the sphere.

Then the color of the sphere changed from light red to dark red, black and purple. Walters watched the change with a surprised look.

"I didn't expect it to be purple.”

"Is it a sphere that changes color with force?"

"Answer. Now you're not getting used to the body. Of course, I know I'm using it well. It took me about 20 years to get to your current level. But apart from that, I can't control my power in detail.”

There was no problem in combat, but it was impossible to always use force in real life.

"There's no problem fighting, but it's like a building with no foundation. We have to get it right first."

Walters pointed at the sphere.

"Try to force it, check the color changes. And adjust your power to get the color you want right away. Let's start with a light red color."

Asher gave strength to the sphere. The color changed to purple, dark red, and yellow.

"It's difficult."

Did you think it was easy to build a foundation? It only took me two years. You're better, so it could take a short time."

“…….”

Walters grinned. Asher looked at him with a sour look.

This week has passed.

Asher fiddled with the ball in her hand. The color changed like a rainbow, with waves of various colors. Walters was looking at the sphere with a vague face.

"…you're good."

"As a matter of fact comes the trick.”

"It took me two years to get there and only two weeks.”

Furthermore, the two weeks did not focus solely on the control of power. As he raced through the mountains, he lifted up a rock the size of a house for an hour. It is a training that an ordinary person would never have had.

And Asher endured all the training.

"You and I are different in body."

His body belonged to Sodmaster, and Walters' body belonged to a hero. There had to be a difference.

Walters groaned and groaned.

"Does he have a different body? I don't know."

"By the way, how many years have you been here?”

Even if it's the control of power, it's all about fiddling with the sphere. In the meantime, I had a lot of conversations with Walters. Walters flicked his finger.

"I don't know. I've lost my sense of time. Even if I can't, it's been 20 years."

"Twenty years.”

I understood that Walters had not changed. Regardless of how it changes outside, I can't believe I've continued to train without meeting anyone in here. It was more strange to change.

"Do you know outside?"

"I know most of the time. Heiban, he was being loud."

Walters kicked his tongue.

"And I know his troubles."

“…….”

"You know that, don't you?”

Asher nodded silently.

Heiban was questioning his own situation. Is what you've reached really the path of the sword or if you're really a sodmaster?

There was a similarity to Asher. Asher wanted to learn swordsmanship. It was his dream, and it was all.

But what he longed for was something completely different, not swordsmanship.

So what happens to what he longs for and wants?

"You don't seem to be impressed."

"It means nothing to me."

Walters said coldly.

"Not necessarily."

Hiban's concerns could also be applied to Walters.

What have you achieved so far?

All the heroes he met were worried about it.

But Walters laughed.

"Then I'll ask you a question. Let's say the road you walked is different from what you wanted. Let's say what you wanted to achieve was a completely different path."

said Walters with serious eyes.

"Then is all the way you've walked in vain?"

“…….”

Asher shut her mouth. Walters raised his palm and hit the floor.

"No! Even if I have taken the wrong path, even if I have taken the wrong path, my token, my feat! Whatever they are, whatever I have accomplished, my path is not wrong!"

This is the iron will of Walters.

"To doubt that is to deny what you have built. I don't intend to do such a stupid thing."

"Even if you were wrong?"

"Even so, my path wasn't wrong.”

Walters chuckled.

"If I deny my way, will I use it?" I know why he does that, but I don't understand. Was that an answer?"

"Yes."

Even for himself. It suddenly became funny. Asher knew. Their path is completely different from his.

Nevertheless, he never gave up. The swordsmanship of heroes that had been desired for decades, and his purpose, as soon as they were broken, something enormous devoured Asher like a monster.

Was he obsessed?

Asher smiled bitterly.

Of course, realizing it didn't change much.

Asher is the one who doesn't change. It would have changed long time ago if it had changed to the point of one or two realizations.

Nothing changed after all. I just re-established my own self-esteem.

It's a good thing.]

Enshir mumbled to such Asher with delight.

Self-esteem is important.]

"That doesn't change anything."

You've changed yourself. Do you know how important ego is? It's really hard to see yourself nosing and rubbing the ground. That's not going to happen anymore.]

Asher gave strength to the sphere in his hand. It changed from red to purple, then yellow, and then back to red.

[That's a good idea] She's a pretty good teacher.]

Nsir said.

It's important to make a foundation. At least it's much better than the training I've ever done. Good. Very good. It was frustrating. Why does the prosecutor keep using his body?]

"Because I didn't have time to guess."

Asher added.

"We don't have enough time to train."

From some point on, when bored, the beasts and Motorola have attacked. It was not a good situation to train properly.

That's why I came here. If you're next to a hero, the monsters and the beasts won't be able to barge in.

You haven't been using your power until now. Body, body, sword, only one. Now if the body and the sword are combined.]

Nsir spoke in an excited voice.

You will be a true sodmaster.