Reincarnation of the Sword Master

the spells carved in the literature At that time, he laughed and let go, but if you recall his senses now, there was nothing else to be estimated.

[Ah.]

Ency also burst into exclamations as if he had a memory.

That's it. That's it. I forgot about it because it's been a while. Your sense is the answer. You'd have realized it.

"…yes."

Asher grabbed the sword.

"I can't believe it's really possible by magic.”

Magic is a mystery. It is a force that destroys common sense and law in itself. In a word, there was no impossibility in the power of breaking down a mountain and separating the spirit from the yuk.

But still, to the point of doubt, it was a magic beyond recognition.

the founder of the Black Wizard It's called the beginning of a mystery. It's not going to be impossible. ...I honestly don't believe it either.

"What are you muttering to yourself? The force of the pressure will weigh on you."

Darkness coagulates again. Asher grabbed the sword. I can guess, but the guess required certainty.

a quadduck

The cohesive darkness strikes the sword.

'It's heavy.'

It's not just a matter of mass. The speed of the sword slows the response. The sword slowly began to crack, and Asher clenched her teeth.

Keying.

The green curtain spreads. They meet and break each other in a cohesive darkness and zero distance.

I have a good feeling. When I checked the sword, all the cracks spread on the blade and it was impossible to use.

'That's right.'

I won't be able to use the ring for a while, but I was sure because of it. What kind of magic is the Baffula's.

"Partial time manipulation."

Correct. I knew it was possible, but I've never seen anyone actually use it.]

a sense of attachment It wasn't just a feeling that the body was getting heavy. Literally, the action itself seemed to slow down.

There was only one such thing he knew, and it was written as a magic in the ancient literature.

"It's all very possible.”

[This isn't a horse-riding place, it's probably not a proper operation. Maybe most of them are manipulation of their sense of time.]

"I know."

"The wind will be after your body."

The blade of time swirled at the end of Baffula's words. A blade that twists the time axis and cuts it without defense or resistance. Asher flied away. Trees in the direction of the blade were cut off, creating a wide field.

"Space draws soft trajectories."

Intangible wavelengths spread slowly. Asher pulls out of range, pulls out the window, and throws it.

Don't worry!

A window that was flying beyond sound was blocked by a black shroud. Baffula laughed.

"You must have realized it. I thought you'd have a harder time, but you're fast."

"The Curse of Magic."

"SinB, please. Don't you think it's amazing? the power to break the law It's magic."

The Baffula waved her hand with dreamy eyes.

"It's a fascinating force. It would be impossible for you to kill me this way."

It is a magic that manipulates the feeling time, so it doesn't work for objects, but you can't break through the defense of the Baffula simply by throwing it away. He had to rush in himself.

"The loose space will find its place."

The wavelengths are scattered. Each person twists the space and the axes of each other twist. Asher took out the sword.

"The blurry light will chase you."

Darkness shoots through a barrage. Too many to avoid. I put my hand in the ground.

Whoo-hoo!

Hands are lifted and dirt and rocks erupt like tsunamis to block the view.

One of the basics of dealing with wizards. Keep out of the other's sight. Asher runs behind a pile of dirt. And a sense hits him.

"Well."

The time of the body accelerates beyond his control. He clenches his teeth and punches the air with his fist. This time it slows down as it escapes from the space area due to the opposition of the air.

said the Baffula leisurely toward him, moving slowly in the air.

"A united darkness will swallow you."

a whirlwind of darkness Asher held a black sword and a pen with a waistline in slow motion.

Keying.

Sincerity explodes and distorts the surrounding space. The coming darkness burns, and the senses return.

Immediately throw your body back. He clenched his fist and opened it to check his senses.

"Well, it won't be possible just to slow down."

"The loose space will find its place."

As soon as Baffula's words were over, the axes of space were twisted again.

It's really tricky.]

Space where the flow of time slows and accelerates repeatedly repeats. This is the texture of the baffula.

It was an absolute fault even without physical force. As soon as I entered there, I shook like a puppet in the distorted time. How can we break through a place where thoughts and bodies do not match?

"Tut."

He used the power of the ring and also the divine power. Now all he can trust is his body.

"It's your waistband. It's a hero's sword, isn't it?”

The barfula looked at the black sword with interesting eyes.

"I thought it was fun, but I didn't know you'd even use divinity. It's attractive."

Baffula's face was filled with greed and madness. As with wizards, he was also obsessed with unknown territory. Asher laughed.

"That was your purpose, not the devil.”

"Something that violates the law that a man who has risen to the level of a sorcerer has created over half his life. Wouldn't it be natural that he is interested?"

The barfula opened her hand in a sweet voice. Darkness crept into his hands.

"Okay, I'll kill you and take the sword."

"Do it if you can."

Asher flew away from the spreading darkness.

***

The bayonet was swung around by crushing the tacan. Tacan turned his spear against a weapon bigger than his body.

"Get lost."

Kagagak!

A window is inserted into the blade of the Supreme Prosecutor's Office and bounces off. Lizadman's posture was disturbed, and the Tacan pulled the window.

Two-hundreds!

The buds burst out like explosively. Lizadman puts his hand on the bayonet and moves his arm. Hold on to a spear that is pierced through the head.

"Kkak!"

As soon as Lizadman pulled the spear, Tacan let go of his hand and rushed to Lizadman. With the sound of a drum popping, the body of the Lizadman is pushed back and the window falls.

Tacan hoists a spear in his foot and grabs it. Lizadman raised himself up and held up a bayonet stuck in the ground.

"You're strong, too."

Tacan's eyes were filled with wonder. Since his intellect, he has only swung at the window. Lizadman was fighting on par with him.

"You've also reached the point of wielding only a sword. That's amazing. That's amazing.

That's why Tacan despised Richard Man.

"I can't believe I'm in that position, but I'm going to follow the madman.”

"…don't you think you're following because you're at this stage?"

Lizadman laughed bitterly.

"As you said, I swung the sword. It was more of a flattering act. I'm proud of myself and I think I've accomplished a great feat. It's a place where no one can approach."

Richard Man picked up the bayonet.

"But look over there. Little goblin."

At the end of the Supreme Prosecutors' Office were Baffula and Asher. The torsional wavelengths affected their position. The ground broke and the space was distorted.

"That horse tribe is a terrestrial system, so it's weakened."

It was a borrowed body, so the price fell without a hitchhiking. They don't touch time, they manipulate the feeling at best, but if they were themselves, they wouldn't have needed such a nuisance. He'd be weighed down by the weight of time.

Ma people are strong from birth.

"The human condition is certainly remarkable. It could be our complete version."

Whenever I saw her, she was amazed.

But even such Asher continued to be pushed by the Ma tribe. Lizadman lowered his hand holding the bayonet with a gloomy face.

"Our limit is to move this shabby body at best. How can we overcome those who twist space and control time?"

"So you will obey them?"

"If there is only a vain death after a fight, even if you grow ugly, you can achieve something if you live."

Monsters can't win against the horse. That's the truth that Lizadman realized. So he chose to keep the same race by pledging loyalty to the Ma tribe.

It was a reasonable choice as a leader, to be sober.

"Kkkkkkk. So I don't like you."

But Tacan laughed at Lizadman.

"Everything in my life is worth it to be decided by my choice. What's the point of a life that shakes and dies like a puppet to someone?"

Tacan's resistance was due to love, but the problem of basic values was also great.

"A short life. I must do what I want and die."

"That's why it doesn't fit you."

Is survival important, or is one's will important? It was a difference that would never be interlocked. Lizadman grabbed the sword.

"Don't you think this is the best way to draw parallel lines?"

"Kak. That's right."

Tacan raised the window again.

"But I think you're wrong."

"What?"

Tacan grinned.

"We're all about moving our bodies. But that's how we're losing our value? No."

They are the ones who abandon the mystery and deal with weapons.

"So, don't you think it's worth it when you beat someone who twists space and deals with time?"

"It's impossible, so don't you do it like this?"

"Do you really think so?"

Coooooooooong!

There was a roar. The Lizadman was shocked.

"…what about it do?"

Takan's eyes turned to the place where Asher and Bafula fought. One stood calmly while the other was kneeling.

"Kak. That's great.”

It was the Baffula who fell to his knees.

"The simple thing sometimes beats the mystery."

Tacan thrust a window into the alarmed Lizadman.

"Let's fight our battles. Traitor."

***

"…it's not his story."

Baffula raised himself with a puzzled face.

"I need confirmation. The loose space will find its place."

When the wavelengths are scattered, they rub up the space. The barfula stamped her foot.

"Darkness rippy.”

Darkness clumps up and waves drive in all directions. As time goes by, the shape is broken and scattered in all directions. Asher gave strength to his feet. A person came around and covered himself.

Coo-oong!

Asher's body spins. Avoiding the waves at a controlled speed, it moves toward the torsion of space. In the area of twisted time, his body slows down.

But as soon as the foot closes to the ground, the speed comes back. Move forward at uniform speed as if not affected by torsion.

Avoid the distorted waves and Asher arrives in front of the Baffula. The wavelength spreads as the Baffula shakes its hands and spreads the curtain of darkness. Time itself slows around Asher.

But the fist never stops. Crush the space and hit the tent. It breaks apart and the body of the Baffula rolls on the ground.

"I'm getting used to it."

The Baffula raised an unenviable body. He smiled lightly.

"Did you calculate the flow of time...No, it's more like instinct."

Asher clenched her fist again and ran.

The speed is not fast. the speed at which a horse gallops It was quite slow considering Asher's body.

This is the limit of the speed he can control.

As you enter the distorted area of time, the body's time accelerates. Accelerate his control so that it won't work.

distortion of time, the separation of mind and body. The human body moves ahead of time before it goes through the head. It was almost impossible to meet the change.

But he's a sodmaster. He's been a sword, a ruler of the body all his life.

If time is fast and slow and you have a bad feeling, you just need to adjust your body's senses accordingly.

Step on the ground to control your muscles, control your strength, and adjust your speed. The body is out of the distorted space like a cruise at the same speed as before. Baffula clenched his fist.

"Dear curtain."

This time, time really slows down, not the feeling. The body crawls forward. Asher gave the whole body a boost.

Problems that can be solved if time is slow and movement is delayed, and if movement is stronger and faster than that.

Muscles explode around the body. The fist hits the barfula.