Soul Eater of the Rebellion

Dry Curan, curan, made a rattling noise, and the wooden sword rolled on the ground.

He stares at his hand, which is stunned.

Until then, the voice of the referee is strangely distant.

It was a match we had to win.

But he lost perfectly. The wooden sword was knocked down in one go.

Genso 13-year-old-A trial ceremony performed by a one-sword style student who has reached an adult.

Dragon Fang Soldier Skeleton swordsman created by magic.

Not a weak partner. On the contrary, regular soldiers and full-fledged adventurers of the empire are difficult opponents if they fight one-on-one. It can be said that a young adult boy and girl fight against each other.

But no one is questioning it.

Anyone who learns the illusionary one-sword style can defeat this level of opponent. In fact, the other seven have all won.

Only one person lost.

Efforts accumulated for today's day. For years and years, every effort that has been made since birth has been attributed to water bubbles.

If you are drooling without words, your father's voice will be heard from above.

It was heavy, cold and dry.

Sky"--"

"Yes, father!"

Miken "The house is 300 years ago, the house of Takemon, the ancestor of the sacred sword that sealed the demon. The fantasy sword style is the sword of the evil spirit that the founder created as his life. Dragons, giants, demons-natural disasters etc. The sword of the people who bury even the fantasy seeds. Because of this, my home is assuming a major role in protecting them. Do you know? "

"I know!"

Your sword "A person born in his house is obliged to inherit the sword of the founder. And he is obliged to pass on the sword to the next generation. Those who cannot fulfill these two are not entitled to straddle our house."

"Chi, my father ..."

I don't have the qualification to try to learn the fantasy sword, and those who haven't mastered the fantasy are not eligible to take over the swordsman. From now on, I will not allow the name of the sword to come forward. Pack your luggage today and leave the island tomorrow. There is no need for the weak here. "

It was a light tone that I could not imagine I was exiled to a real child.

Mikaken Father-No conflicts appear on the face of the 17th Kensei. I look at this as if I look at the stones on the roadside.

For a father who devoted his life to swords, a man without a sword would be equal, whether son.

... I knew that.

It has always been this eye since I came to me. No matter how insensitive a child is, this is the insight.

I've been working hard to get such a father.

But that didn't work out.

No matter what I say here, my father's heart doesn't change. It would be useless to scream, prostrate, and be merciful.

It's not just my father. The eyes of the students around him and the younger brothers on his left and right were also cold.

Ridicule, indifference ...

Just as my father said. The demon's curse, sealed by Kensei, is still eroding this world through the Onimon.

Demon and beasts of a level that is incomparable to the continent are roaming on this island, but this is solely due to the demon gate.

Onigashima

For those who live in such a place, the weakness is sin and evil alone.

The weak, who can only pull the feet of others, get out of the island quickly-that was the consensus of those who are here.

I left the dojo as if I ran away and gathered my luggage in the room while crying.

The next morning, he left the house when Asahi appeared in the eastern sky. To be precise, they were kicked out.

Instructions "This is my room from today. Would you like me to come out quickly? Oh, yeah. From today I'm a legitimate man with a sword. This room is my room. It's all my father."

Your sword Laughing at Laguna, my brother.

My brother is black hair and the other side is blonde. As can be seen from the apparent difference, they are siblings with different mothers.

The age is the same thirteen. It was the same even for my birthday.

The talent of the sword will definitely dominate Laguna. Your physique and your brain.

Laguna's mother was the daughter of a great noble of the Empire, so Laguna was superior in terms of her bloodline, but she was still a child of her right wife, and the status of a swordsman had fallen here.

I know Laguna did not find it interesting. Laguna himself was not trying to hide that.

Once again, Laguna gazes at the hatred and contempt with blue eyes.

Sora "Hmm, I am finally free from the penance of calling an incompetent like you an older brother. Even though I'm a father's child, I'm still an immature person. Shame on the swordsman. I'll do my duty as a legitimate boy.

"Laguna, you ...!"

Shinso: "I'm gonna be hitting me at any moment. Good, hit me if I want to hit it. But in that case, I'll fight back at all. But I don't think I can beat me! "

The moment he shouted, a sword appeared in Laguna's hand. A splendid two-handed sword that shines golden.

You will see this brilliance many times. Every time I see it, I notice the overwhelming difference between Laguna and myself.

This is because this sword is another Laguna.

Humans have another self in their hearts, deep in their souls. This is called the coexistence, Anima.

The mystery of the fantasy one sword style was to realize, control and embody this anima. Laguna was only thirteen years old and had mastered this mystery.

Not just Laguna. Ayaka, who is married, and all the other five synchronous students have learned to dress.

This was rare in the history of the fantasy one-sword style.

Hashi Talent calls talent, collides with each other, and grows up with each other.

Golden generation. It was called like that from the surroundings.

He hasn't been dressed up, except for one.

Gomu "Hm, my feet are shaking. I haven't drawn a sword yet. I need to be gentle to the weak and the legitimate of this one.

So Laguna threw it on the ground with three gold coins.

Three months is a lot of money to live comfortably.

Beggar "I want to say," Come on, but you've got no pride. You can't imitate like I'm seeing, don't you? After I'm gone, pick up the slowly falling gold, dear brother. Hahahahahaha! "

Laguna walked away with a fork after laughing for a moment

He holds his fist and glares at his back, but his mouth and his feet are frozen.

In the meantime, Laguna disappeared beyond the gate.

After no one is gone, gently look at the ground.

Dull Laguna's three gold coins glowed in the light of the morning sun coming from the east.