The Branded Female Fencer

"... monk"

"Huh?"

"Kid, come here for a second"

"Who... wow"

In the blink of an eye, the layer's consciousness felt forced to be pulled somewhere. And after a moment of darkness, there was a big man sitting on his back against the layer. You can't ask about the surrounding view, but the person was quite large for a person, and his body was covered in deep body hair. When the layer felt no hostility toward the big man, he gently decided to turn to its front. The man's face, which turned to the front, was shaped like a person but never seen by a layer. The carvings were deep, but there were two horns on the forehead. And one of them was missing, even as it was cut off.

The man spoke without looking at the layer.

"It's been a long time since anyone's been here."

"That's the one you called, isn't it?

"Exactly, but no one can hear me first. You can't bring me here unless you're the one who can hear me. I used to feel like there was someone who could hear me better.

Do you have any idea where this is?

"In Shempez, does it fit?

"It's like that."

The man was striking a knife. I haven't been able to do my best yet. And the flames, the man was spitting himself out of his mouth.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Not at all. You have no desire to kill."

"It's about what I look like. It exhales flames, and there are horns."

"Nothing. I'm just curious about a little hairy"

To the words of the layer, the man broke up a little.

"He's an unusual guy, my owner now."

"I know a lot of people besides humans. And I wonder if I'm human myself."

"You're human. I'll tell you what the sword says. It's a racial problem."

"Yes, but I don't think it's race or anything that makes people decide what it is."

"So what?

"I wonder if I would call it soul... I think that's the way it is."

To the words of the layer, the man thought a little, and snapped.

"Good word. I didn't know the day would come when I could hear that word again. A friend once told me the same thing."

"Thanks for that. So, why did you call me?

"I was just trying to get you to know me. That also leads to your power. Did you ask the sword emperor about the sword?

"Yeah, he said the weapon has words. I heard that if I could hear that, I could use the experience to be strong"

"Exactly. I look like this, and it's been a long sword since it happened. A thousand years have passed since the outbreak."

The man named Shempez went on.

"Knowing the origin of the weapon makes the owner stronger. And vice versa. Weapons were born for their owners, and once it was possible for weapons and their bearers to elevate each other. Few owners will remember that now, or be able to do so. Weapons and owners, the world today is full of crude goods. The sword emperor exerts his strength as if he were different from the others because he inherits the power of a former warrior.

And you look like a sword emperor, too. Your presence is closer to a weapon than that of a sword emperor. It's sad as a person, but as a warrior, it could be superior. In a rougher world, it was just people like you. It was that kind of guy who created the trigger for me to be like this.

I was born a ghost. I once led a single family of ghosts. But it was one man who destroyed our clan, who was proud of Lumpy. I guess the man was just paying off the firepowder that would take him down, rather than destroying him if he thought about it later, but I was also young at the time. He fought without realizing anything and was defeated by that man. The human had a very beautiful sword. The strongest impression I can remember during and after the battle. The sword of the man shining in the sunset was beautiful. No shock or chip, it was a sword that slapped my proud horn.

I've been fascinated by a man's sword since the battle. I got along to talk to the man for a while, but eventually my friend, who ended his life as a person, left, and the impression of the sword the man had didn't get out of my head. I found out. That man can be strong beyond his limits as a species by having an excellent weapon. Then what happens if I have a ghost tribe? I wanted to know, but there was no one to build a sword on us who were ghosts.

That's why I started building my own sword. I dug out the iron and struck the sword with a good look. The flames threw up, so fortunately I didn't pick a place. But it didn't work out. "

"Why? I thought it was a good sword."

The ghost shook his head to the side. That was a sincerely unfortunate face. And I urged him to look behind me. When the layers stared, there were countless broken swords.

"I also feel that it's because it's a meditation, it's evolving a little bit, but I still often don't know if I have to try it in action. Forge seems to inherit a technology that has been cultivated for generations. There was no one to succeed me. And I lived my life carelessly.

I don't have the experience. That was the only thing left to die for. But a solution was found. It's... it's you. "

A ghost pointed to the layer. Layers didn't know what ghosts meant and were decent.

"Me? What to do."

"Wave at me, fight me. That accumulation of experience will help me and you."

"Fight or nothing, the opponent is strong. Honestly, in my power, I might not win. And your sword broke."

"If the sword breaks, you can strike it back. That's the ability of my sword."

When the ghost told him, there was a sword in the hand of the layer at some point. The feeling conveyed from the matter seems slightly different from the previous one.

"This sword... just a little stronger than just now?

"If you figure that out, it's all about the profit of knife-beating. My sword becomes mighty every time it breaks. As long as the pattern is not broken, it can be repaired as much as possible. And each time, I get a little stronger based on my previous experience.

Numerous men held my sword in search of an immortal sword, but no one listened to its voice. But I remember what happened to them. Plus my experience as a ghost. The demon king in front of you is a tough one, but you and I won't lose.

Believe me, that's what you should do as a warrior. "

"I think it's convenient for you to come out of nowhere and believe me."

Layers laugh bitterly. And I slowly looked at the sword in my hand.

"I'll do whatever I can. And you're gonna teach me how to fight, aren't you?

"It should be in your head if you wake up. Your physical abilities are very high. Maybe more than I was the head of the ghost. I haven't learned how to use it yet. Human beings won't be able to mentor you.

Come on, go. The battle awaits. The days of endless battle will be the fate of those with me. "

"Because I say that, they say devil's sword, not even Roku. You look like a pacifist. But now I'm going to listen to you."

Layers were turning their backs on ghosts when they responded to the ironic crossing. The ghost was also grinning satisfactorily at the edge of his mouth.

Continued