Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"That's great.”

The sprawling Baffula is back up. There was not a scratch on the body.

He is said to be a high horse, but he is a wizard. His body, with little physical training, could not withstand Asher's strength. But if there is no wound, it means that it was not right in the first place.

The membrane surrounding the body of the Baffula breaks off.

"Adjust the body. It's easy to say, but I've never seen anyone achieve it."

Meeting the changes in the senses that change every hour was the same as the sound of humans controlling the wings as perfectly as birds.

"In the past, even the humans who beat me were crushed by the total amount of power, but they couldn't break down my magic.”

Most of his opponents shook and died like puppets in the chain of time.

"You're the first person to essentially destroy my magic."

The magic was destroyed. It was hopeless as a magician, but Baffula laughed as if she was really happy.

"That's interesting. It's worth studying."

He is a lifelong seeker of magic. Being destroyed means that there is a loophole. You just need to supplement that.

"I wanted to make it light, but I can't make it that easy."

When the barfula shakes his hand, the space's fault breaks.

The distorted time axis returned to normal, but Asher did not immediately rush in. Rather, it awakened more sense.

There is virtually no blow. I knew the magic of the other person, and I knew how to break it.But that's the basic thing to do when dealing with a magician.

It was the basis for not to be fooled like a puppet. It was real from here.

"I'm going."

The concentrated darkness swept over the stream.

***

A magician is a mystery seeker. He who approached the essence, even if he realized the magic, could not be guaranteed to win.

It's raining in the dark. Everything that touches is oxidized and melted. The space is twisted, the senses are distorted, and the disconnection of the area blocks each other's passageways.

The sky is black, and the earth is tingling and crushing. Monsters who have been subdued by intelligence run away in fear.

Asher grabbed the sword. He wraps himself up.

Whoo-hoo!

The craters dig and the darkness of the earth explodes. Fragments of land floating in the sky keep out the rain of darkness. Asher lowers her posture.

Coooooooooong!

The air explodes and the body spins. Clench your fist at the break of the twisted area.

a quadduck

The disconnect breaks out of the monster's power. The barfula flaps its finger.

"The scapegoat on the hook."

Darkness rises. It binds Asher's whole body like a living creature. Asher's body is moving, and the darkness is shattered. Baffula spoke as if to condemn.

"The world will be completed only for me."

At the end of the decree, everything moves around. The flames of darkness resonate as if trying to burn the world itself. Darkness vomits darkness.

There was a scene of the end of the world. Only great heroes seemed to have to solve it with their mysterious power.

But he's a prosecutor. All he believes in is a sword.

He pulls himself into the darkness to devour the world. He pushes himself to take his mind away. The monster's will is weighing him down.

But it holds out. Shake hands off and give strength to feet. The body moves forward slowly, but surely. It overcomes the physical pain of stabbing and overcomes the pressure of oppressing the body.

The darkness is over. I saw a barfula in front of me. Baffula laughed and he held the sword.

The sword pierced the baffula.

***

"Oh, you lost."

The barfula put her hips on the rock. Darkness was oozing out of his penetrating chest.

"It's too bad I managed to borrow it."

There was no despair or defeat in the face of Baffula. He was just smiling as if he was having fun. He has lived too long to dwell on defeat.

"Then I have to keep my word as a loser."

Baffula said. Beat him, take what you want. Asher, looking at herself silently, Baffula hummed.

"I was surprised to see you. It was so different from what he said.”

"The Devil."

"That's right. He was sure. The conviction that you can't have that power, that you won't always change as a human being, which is why you've been chosen by so many people in the world."

“…….”

"For now, it was."

Baffula shrugged her shoulders.

"Unchanging. That's why the devil chose you."

"That's unpleasant."

There was a deep emotion in Asher's voice. said the Baffula slowly.

"When did the Ma clan care for and care for humans? The Ma tribe is the Ma tribe because it has its own way. But… this sounds fun, too.

The faded Baffula laughed.

"The devil. He made a move. It was an incredibly bold award, and everything was prepared accordingly. And so far, as planned, it went well. It was perfect."

The barfula stretched out her finger.

"But you're twisted.”

There was Asher at the end of the finger.

"You've changed, you haven't given any attention, you haven't prepared for it at all unexpected. You were just the starting point.”

Baffula disappeared leaving the last word.

"It's not fun to just go with the plan, is it?"

Asher looked at the place where the Baffula disappeared, and turned away.

The fight between the Tacan and the Rizadman was coming to an end.

"The end is the end."

Boom boom.

The spear pierced the bayonet and tore through the shoulders of the leader man. The Lizadman sat down with his shoulder clasped.

"You lost."

"Hung."

Tacan wiped the blood off the window with a haggard face.

"You've lost concentration at the end. It suddenly became boring."

"There is no answer now that the results have come out."

Lizadman laughed bitterly. He is on the side of the Ma tribe. Now that the Ma tribe is gone, there is no point in fighting.

"I will show you my respect."

Lizadman leaned over Asher.

"The feat of capturing the horse race as a human being, surely, is something no one can see."

Lizadman, who was on the side of the Ma tribe, paid tribute to the man who removed the Ma tribe.

"Come on. Kill him. Little goblin."

The Lizadman raised his head and closed his eyes.

"Kak. No."

The Tacan broke a spear.

"I will not kill you."

"…what's the matter?"

"The madman was kicked out."

Maybe he'll show up later, but not right now. This was now the land of monsters.

"You've also seen his exploits and realized that it's not impossible, right?"

"…that's not really like a monster."

The Lizadman gave a smile. Monsters don't show mercy.

"It's too good to kill a few fake ones. Above all."

Takan grinned and glanced sideways at Asher.

"We need someone to share this proposal. So what are we going to do? If you refuse, I'll pierce your neck."

Is there a choice? I don't want to die. I'm also a warrior. We have a long way to go."

Lizadman laughed.

"You have shown me the way... I see."

The Lizadman nodded.

"I will accept your wishes."

"Kkkkkk. Then that's enough. Then... This is the problem now."

Although he defeated the devil, the crack was still eating up the space.

"How should I deal with this?"

The cracks in the Empire could be physically removed, but this was different. This is the crack that the Ma clan opened. It was a naturally extended, unaffected crack.

Then Asher approached and grabbed Penr. The divine power has exploded.

Argh!

The light sank and the crack expanded slightly.

"It's working.

"Oh. You have something unique."

"It takes some time."

It took about a day for the consumed divine power to be filled again.

Tacan chuckled.

"It doesn't mean you can remove it anyway. Thank you very much."

Tacan knelt down.

"I would like to express my sincere thanks. Great prosecutor."

***

Asher returned to the accommodation. Once the cracks were removed, one day had to wait.

"It hurts."

The whole body wasn't in very good condition. Although he said he managed to survive, he couldn't be successful because he penetrated the power of Baffula bare-handed.

A day's better, isn't it?]

"Is this the human body?"

The body was becoming more and more physical. In addition, the wounds were not as severe as expected, as the aure had its own defense.

But it's a relief that the mahjong is the borrowed body.]

Nsir murmured relievedly.

[If you were a real mafia, you wouldn't be able to handle the auror properly]]

"If you knew, you'd be an old man."

He's been around since the beginning of the Mahs' birth. I'm sure you guys are well known for this and that name. What's that? Don't you have a fairy tale?]

"Fairy Tale?"

A fairy tale with a mahjong. It was a combination that seemed to fit together but didn't fit together. Nsir whined as if he was trying to recall his memory.

[That... Oh, that. The story that the person who helped the turtle was invited to Atlantis and treated. Is it still there?]

"There is."

It was a famous fairy tale. A man who was playing in luxury at the invitation of Atlantis received the box as his last present. When I went back to the ground and opened the box, fog poured out, and when the fog disappeared, humans became old people.

Nsir spoke lightly.

That's what Vafula did.]

"…what an old story.”

Asher burst out laughing in vainly. I knew he was old, but I can't believe he was in a fairy tale. It was beyond his imagination.

"Why would the Maas do such a thing?"

[Well?] He was unique back then, too. If I remember correctly, how would someone who suddenly got old react? I would have done it to see it.]

"That's a very good reason."

That's the case with all the ma'am. A moment of pleasure, focusing on one's feelings. The devil seems a little different.]

"...you said you threw Sue.”

And so far it has been perfectly flowing. It was twisted because he changed.

"Because it was immutable, the devil chose me."

The Devil thought Asher wouldn't change, so he chose him out of the crowd.

[The previous devil...] It's the same, right?]

"Maybe."

The devil who was defeated by the brave.

He's the only one who can make a move. I remembered the words the devil left when he was defeated by a warrior.

'Man, your victory. Enjoy peace.’

After that, humans became weak and heroes lost their power hiding. If we fight again in this state, it is certain that Ma will rule the world, but the plan has been twisted by Asher.

"It's unpleasant."

Asher frowned. He concluded what he was, and mistook them for not changing at will, so he got him mixed up. It was so unpleasant.

'It's annoying.'

The gods, the mado, were all distressed.

The warrior killed you for sure, didn't he?]

"Yes, where did the warrior go?"

The devil returned, but the warrior did not return. He disappeared somewhere.

[Then I guess...] The resurrection requires a price. It's kind of an equivalent exchange.

Crying.

The door opened. Asher turned her eyes, her face was unexpected.

"Leadman."

"Nice to meet you, dear."

The Lizadman came inside.

"Are you done with your work?"

"Surely.

The crack disappeared, but the dark monsters were still there. Lizadman was dealing with them.

"It feels strange. Once on their side, the feeling of eliminating them.”

Lizadman laughed bitterly. Asher turned away calmly. He could understand why Lizadman was on the side of the Ma tribe, but he didn't want to accept it.

"What's the matter?"

"Tacan. I spoke to little Goblin. I came here myself because I heard an interesting story."

Lizadman looked at Asher with distrust.

"You made a suggestion to Tacan. Do you really think that's possible?"

"You're changing, so there's no reason why it's impossible.

"That's bold, Tacan. I see why he complained.”

Lizadman smiled lightly.

"Monster helps humans, and fights against the horse's things. That's a joke."