Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Takan's reaction was different from what it had been. There was a completely different feeling in his face, not just a surprise or a surprise.

With a face mixed with Tokyo and injustice, Takan muttered like a man who witnessed an unrealistic phenomenon.

"How is that possible?”

Walters had seen Asher's swordplay. Just before we broke up, I had once more spread out under the gaze of Walters.

But Walters didn't react very much. In the first place, he is a person who digs into the body and competes with strength. He was an outsider about the sword, so he just took it to the point of greatness.

But Tacan is a cold-blooded man like Asher.

So Tacan could know. Let's see what Asher's test is like.

"I can't believe it. What is it? What the hell…."

He kept muttering and moaning. His pupils were shaking like mad, as if everything he had built was denied.

A few minutes later, Tacan managed to regain stability. He gave a wry smile.

"Awesome. You're amazing."

***

Since then, Takan's reaction has changed. Somewhere he sank, his words shrank, and sometimes he gave Asher a strong look. I was ignoring it because I didn't feel any hostility, but I got on my nerves.

Crying.

That's when the day came. It was Lafelai, a dog in the dark.

Asher grabbed the sword and pulled it with all his strength. The black wind became the blade of the wind and cut the darkness. The dark dog screamed and disappeared.

Now, the game was not a problem. The tricky ones, but at least one or two of the common hurricanes could be caught without significant use of force.

"You are strong. Even though I know my weaknesses against the beasts, I still have a hard time catching them. It's amazing."

Tacan smiled vaguely.

"I've felt this before, but I can't reach your age."

“…….”

Asher was silent, and Tacan muttered to himself.

"You can see his life with the movement of the sword. Your sword contains the feelings of deep years. It's not something that's only about five or five years old."

That's sharp.

Asher still remained silent despite N'Sir's words. Takan opened his mouth with an unknown smile.

"Silence is a good shield. Maybe you're related to the Ma tribe, too. The distortion of the world is mostly related to them.”

It wasn't wrong.

Then another game appeared. Asher caught the sword.

***

He went inside continuously. The number of deaths was steady, but there were no problems removing them, as one or two appeared at a time at most. The occasional monsters were removed by the Tacan.

As I entered the center of the forest, the recording became more and more severe, making it difficult to understand what was in front of me now.

And after the recording, I saw an empty space.

"Kak. We're here."

In the small vacant lot, there was a huge darkness like a living thing. Floating in the air, he continued to sprinkle dark darkness.

Dark crack. The few channels through which the horse's things can fall into the world.

The takan took a step forward.

"Me and Rak. Betrayal."

A harsh voice spread through the vacant lot, and slowly a monster appeared.

"You're here, madman."

In contrast to Tacan, a neat voice rang. With a bayonet as big as his body, Lizadman walked.

"You don't seem to have accepted my offer."

"There's a reason to hear the dog talk about selling off his people."

Lizadman's eyes were on Asher.

"Who are you?"

"On your part, you're a distraction.

"I see."

Lizadman nodded and looked at Tacan again.

"Are we cooperating with our enemies and our enemies in the future? It's a shame."

"Kak. Wouldn't anyone be better than the Ma people?"

Tacan picked up the window and struck it down.

"Me and Rak. Dirty horseman."

"It's fun."

Asher frowned at the voice from beyond the bushes. It was a voice I've heard before.

The forest split and a human man walked slowly.

We've met before, right?”

The man smiled and waved his hand. Asher said quietly.

"Ruban."

The Ma people who were imitating historians, as seen in the Kingdom of Rabia.

"Long time no see. How have you been?"

Ruban was friendly as if he were a friend after a long time. Asher did not answer. Tacan grinned.

"I guess you've met him before. I can kill him more pleasantly. Then I'll leave it to you."

The takan held the window with both hands and twirled.

"…I see. Did you bring a man for the horse?"

The Lizadman laughed lightly.

"Do you think a human being can beat a man?"

"Thinking."

The takan rolled his foot. The ground rang loudly.

"Stop talking nonsense. Put down your weapon."

"Yes."

Lizadman caught a bayonet the size of his body.

"It's the only brother I have, but if you don't know the grand meaning, I can't help it."

said Lizadman calmly.

"Go back to where you were born. Little goblin."

"That's what I have to say! It's a betrayal!

The takan threw out the window.

***

Lizadman and Goblin fight each other. The sound of the blade resonates as the sword and the spear collide.

[Just in case] He's a lot too.]

Lizadman was not losing against Tacan, as he was dealing with the big guns as freely as he could. To get to that point, at least years of training will be needed.

unusual beings for a monster And they were fighting to kill each other.

"Don't you think it's fun?”

Ruban spoke calmly.

"Those who were once slaves, not only the ego, but the beasts, are now fighting with their own will. It's interesting because we didn't expect this change either."

Asher did not answer. Ruban drooped his shoulders with a sad face.

"But you traveled with him once, didn't you? Is it discrimination that being a part of a monster, you can't be a monster?”

"It's noisy."

Asher took out the sword.

"I don't want to talk to you. Majok."

"You're stark. Then I'll do my job."

Ruban opened his hand. The darkness began to creep.

"It's different from then. This is next to the crack. It's kind of like a field."

It means that even a borrowed body can use some of its own fragments. Ruban bowed gracefully, as if the noble butler were greeting him.

"Let's say hello. I'm a high-ranking ma. Baffula."

Asher paused.

'...I didn't think I was a mahjong, but....’

[Oh, is he still alive?]]

Even Asher, who was not interested in mythology, knew his name.

"I'm one of the six wizards of magic. The human world is known to be the owner of the Black Wizard, right?”

Demons that have existed since ancient times, masters of one magical system, and the founder of the Black Wizard.

"You've finally picked up your butt that wasn't in the past.”

Baffula did not show up during the invasion of the Devil.

Baffula said in a triflingly.

"I was too lazy at the time. This time, the devil asked me to come."

Bafula was different from the high horse race that had become a mess for Walters. The mahjong followed the king's orders and revered him, but Bafula was speaking in a friendly way as if he were dealing with a friend.

And Baffula was a mahjong with such power. They're in the same high horse territory, but the difference in power within them varies widely.

"But it's funnier than I thought? I saw a strange human being, and I saw a strange goblin."

"I should have killed you then."

They should have gotten rid of it when they could not even use fragments, let alone themselves.

"But you didn't."

"I know."

Asher picked up the sword.

"I'm going to kill him now."

"…you're right."

Bafula hummed like a grandfather telling his grandson an old story.

"Not long ago. The heroes who call themselves heroes came to destroy me. He was an imposing man. When he revealed his name with joy, he showed his back and abandoned his colleague.”

The darkness crept slowly from somewhere.

"Fortunately, you don't."

Darkness rose to the feet of the Baffula and began to envelop the body.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions. There's only one thing I can tell you."

Baffula clenched his fist. Darkness gathered together and began to form a mighty force.

"Just like humans did in the past, take me down and take what you want."

The coagulated darkness shot like shells. Asher posed.

***

"The Wizard."

Magic is a mystery. The types and characteristics vary from wizard to wizard.

Fighting without knowing your opponent's magic when dealing with a wizard is insane, such as jumping with your eyes closed in the middle of the battlefield. You can win only if you grasp the magical characteristics.

It is not known to humans what magic Baffula, one of the six wizards of the magic world, uses.

Avoid the cohesion of darkness. The darkened ground turns black and wobbly.

Is it a curse?

There was nothing certain. I had to find out as I fought. Baffula followed the decree.

"A glimmer of light will chase you."

Darkness separates countless times and forms a barrage of shells, and is fired at Asher. Asher is stamping his feet.

Boom boom.

Asher's body rubs against the barrage and flies toward the sky. It catches branches and uses elasticity to fall over the head of the Baffula. As soon as I tried to hit the sword, Baffula waved his hand.

"Dear curtain."

There was no barrier to preventing the attack. Just an intangible sensation spread around.

“……!”

Sense, body, everything slowed down. I tried to pull out the crawling body like a snail, but the slowed body didn't listen. Baffula put her hands together and Asher kicked her tongue.

Keying.

The green curtain spreads and collides with the darkness. Gold spreads in the shroud, but the speed has returned to normal. Asher pulled back as soon as her feet touched the ground.

"You managed to avoid it.”

The Baffula opened her hand with a nonchalant murmur. Asher re-examined his senses.

It's slow down.

It is not a backlash or resistance. Literally, the body has slowed down. No arm movements, no falling speed. All of that.

He had never experienced dozens of magic before.

"Encir."

[Wait a minute. What's his magic?].]

"The land will be separated."

The ground split as soon as the barfula muttered. The space itself was crushed and torn apart as if twisted. Asher stamped her foot on the breaking ground.

Cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!

The earth's vibration subsides and the warping stops. The barfula burst into laughter.

"That's great. The wind will be after your body."

At the end of the prophetic modifier, the intangible energy flew sharply.

Asher lowered himself and threw the sword up. The sword struck by intangible energy and fell to pieces.

"The helpless will be weighed down."

The pressure of space came in. As before, time itself was literally a slow sensation. Even the movement of blinking and moving fingers slowed down.

"The dark tidal wave is coming."

After Baffula's words, darkness tried to cling to Asher in the pressure of the thin space. Asher didn't move and gave strength to the whole body. The muscles slowly became firm with arms and legs.

Coooooooooong!

The feet roll on the ground and the body quickly gets out of the pressure. The tidal wave lost its object and disappeared in vain.

"…you. That's strange."

The barfula tilted her head.

"How do you avoid it?”

Ignoring the mysterious Bafula, Asher picked up the broken blade. When I checked the cut surface, it was as smooth as if it would stick to the rest of the broken surface.

“…….”

Asher glued the cut sides together. Let go. It's stuck.

'I see what it is.’

Asher shook her hand.

when he was a captain of the guard It was one of the most unreasonable kinds of magic in the ancient magical literature that I had seen in vainly.