Soul Eater of the Rebellion

Ancestor of the Imperial Sword Family. Founder of Fantasy One-Sword Stream.A hero who saved the world by sealing the gods 300 years ago.

Kasuma, the first Sword Saint.

Of course I knew that name.It is a name I have heard so much about since I was young that I can hear it in my ears.

Therefore, I did not wonder that the name is told in the demon world.From the perspective of the demon race, the first Sword Saint who sealed the demon god must be abominable.

If there is a problem, it is the expression "traitor".The word betrayal is not used against a defeated opponent.It is a word that can only be directed at an opponent who belongs to the same faction once.

Sozai, a demon tribe, chanted the Sword One True as a traitor, which probably meant that the first Sword Saint had fought with the Demon tribe somewhere.

The opponent was probably a fantasy species.In other words, it seems that the first Kenshin was also one of the phantom burials mentioned in the Kohoku Divine Scripture.

In the scriptures, it was written about the Shishi of the phantom burial, "those who challenged the fantasy species and bury the serpent who was the culprit and aspired to save the world".After all, the first Sword Saint and the Saintess of Light God, Sophia, and the warrior of Godless who sealed the serpent with the saint, were quite close to each other.

However, according to Emperor Amadeus II, the religion of the Light God was with those who worshipped God and the earth that gave birth to the fantasy species.The legend that Sophia Azurite, the Saintess, sealed the fantasy species clearly contradicts the Emperor's story.

Is the Emperor wrong, or is the legend of the Holy Maiden more wrong?Or are they both wrong and hiding a completely different truth?

When this mystery is solved, the truth will be revealed three hundred years ago.Suddenly, that thought crossed my mind.

--At that time.

How long are you going to lie down?

I don't remember hearing it, so for some reason I heard a familiar voice in my ear.

At the same time, the figure of a single swordsman naturally appeared in my head.

Young and sophisticated face. A sharp, pitiful look.There was no gap in standing behavior, and just looking at it conveyed the majesty and character of those who stood on top of people.

It would be around twenty years old around the time of the year.The hair and eyes are black, reminiscent of the blood of the eastern part of the continent.If you look at it carefully, it looks good, but the deep wrinkles between the eyebrows made the impression of the swordsman difficult.

Apart from the good and the bad, it is an impressive figure that will not be forgotten at first sight.

But this person doesn't exist in my memory.Of course, I've never been called out.

However, I remember this feeling that I certainly knew.This is the same as when I caught a glimpse of Soul Eater's memory when facing Behemoth in the Catalan desert.....

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"... my brother. Aren't you too innocent to say that to an opponent who crawled into the ground with a single blow to his pigeon tail?"

A boy falling to the ground covered in sand raised his voice.

In contrast, the person who was called by the boy as his brother responded with a pale tone.

"Fools! If they had felt like it, they would easily have let it be struck on purpose, because they hated the length of the practice.Did you think I wouldn't notice? "

"There is no annihilation! Brother, shouldn't we play such a tricky trick on the opponent?"In the first place, even though it is spread on Aoi Rinjima, such as those who make the sharp hovel of my brother easy, there is nowhere to be found! "

The boy praised his brother for his arm.There was a little bit of colour in it that greeted my brother, but the content itself is the heart of a boy who never gets mixed up.

However, the flattery was completely unintentional, and she still responded faintly.

"If you have the ability to speak with all your strength, there will be no hindrance to continuing your training." Get in position. "

"... I understand."

The boy stands up in a hurry. It is useless to persist any longer, he thought, from his long-standing brotherhood.

When he saw such a boy, his brother sighed faintly.

"Speaking of sword age alone, you are much better than me."It's only the difference between the time spent training and the enthusiasm that's not reflected in the strength. "

If you train with the same time and enthusiasm as yourself, your brother will easily surpass you.My brother took it for granted.

A gifted (tempura) talent. What his brother holds is what is called a tiger.

But no matter how great a talent you are, it's not like you're a muddy stone.You have to remove mud and polish the stones to show off your talent like a gemstone.

"My father and my uncle have been fantasized about for three months."Now the man in the Imperial Sword Clan was just me and you two.We'll have to build a sword house together from now on. "

And like my fathers, are you going to be thrown away by the useless?

When I heard the boy's question, the wrinkles between my brother's eyebrows twitched.

The boy continues to speak without waiting for his brother to reply.The tone was disgusting and rough as throwing up.Of course, it's not an emotion directed at my brother in front of me.

Is it Mr. Sang's philosophy to defeat the demon with a human body?Is he who realizes it the one who uses it?Haha! What a festival!Using those who have not finished the final formulas as their shields, and taking away the final formulas, is not it the way of those who use the final formulas?It is a famous quote to become a kung fu bone! "

The boy's mouth still did not stop, as his emotions increased as he spat out his accumulated dissatisfaction.

"In the first place, the Nakaki formula is a sword that specializes in killing demons."There was no big difference from the wild swordsmanship of the opponents of the fantasy species.Proof of this is the fact that the impounding cells of Nakaki were completely ineffective in the previous battle, and they were also badly hurt by the illusion seeds.The next time a fantasy species emerges, it is doubtful that Mr. Fang will be able to fulfill his mission. "

Under such circumstances, how much sense does it make to train for twenty or thirty years?The boy thinks so.

However, when asked what to do, I cannot give a definite answer.

I know that I can't deal with frequent fantasy disasters with the Nakai formula, but there is no substitute force.

Naturally, it is natural.There can be no power in the world that can cross with fantasy seeds.

Are you calm?

After the boy had counted ten slowly after he had interrupted his words, his brother asked quietly.

The boy nodded and bowed his head in apologies.

"I'm sorry, brother.I called you "Kuri" every time. "

The boy thinks that his older brother must be familiar with the past.

With all this in mind, my brother keeps training.Believe that no matter how small a possibility it may be, it makes more sense than dreaming of a 'force' that doesn't exist.

Since the death of his father and uncle, the boy holds a wooden sword with a serious gaze, thinking of the pain of his brother, Yutaka, whose wrinkles have disappeared from between his eyebrows.

But I can't even lean on myself against my brother, who has a heavy responsibility for both of my shoulders.

It was not for Mr. Fang Sang, but for his brother, which meant that he could be serious about training that seemed meaningless.