The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

The pouring waterfall hits her directly with her back, and she closes her eyes and meditates.

I always felt clear in my head when I threw everything away and was hit by a waterfall like this. It's a national waterfall rule as she begins to fall. ’I made some useless nonsense, but Miss Klein didn't think much of it.

She handles the Great Sword of Bondi.

Even a cunningly trained swordsman who was heavy enough to hold on to his shoulders with both hands was the perfect weapon for Ms. Klein, who was naturally born with natural strength. But she was realizing my heart.

‘My aptitude is not the Great Sword, but the Pleasure Sword. ’

But apart from that realization, the body was not so dull. It was imperative that she held the Great Sword, not as an option. In order to survive, I had to hold the best sword, and I thought I would live my whole life with the Great Sword.

By the way.

Meeting Adonnen, depriving her of her powers, meeting her legacy, reclaiming her powers.

He was able to redistribute most of his power.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

When I opened my eyes, I could see the legend sitting quietly underneath the waterfall across the street. She slowly rises and draws her sword. It was not a sword that had been used all my life, but a swift, short blade that moved.

Slowly, very slowly. Just swing the sword across like a fallen leaf.

However, it was lighter than any sword that wielded it in its lifetime, and it was also the fastest sword.

[Misclean's skill ‘Sword of Iron (SS)’ was changed to ‘Sword of Wind (SSS)'.]

The waterfall has broken.

*

“You are quite talented at swordsmanship. It's better than rocks on the street. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I sat still and listened to Ms. Klein's story. I didn't have much to say about the A + rank's talent for being a hundred years compared to just rocks on the street.

Because she would have been more talented at swordsmanship than I was. In fact, my original talents were street level stones, and I didn't want to be judged by the talents I had taken.

“Still. Fair enough to learn my sword. ”

She had grey hair tied behind her back and only wore one light activewear, and there were no scars on her exposed, bronzed skin. I wonder if that's the skin of a warrior.

Ms. Klein told me to spread my vinegar in the air.

However, I repeated a simple swing that was not supposed to be a herb. Shaped sword. Just the right sword for me. Make the most of my body, but that's why it suits me best.

She silently watches me swing my sword into the air, and then opens her mouth.

“That's odd. You can't easily have your eyes on the sword that suits you best. You're blessed.”

“Sort of. ”

In fact, I was able to find the right sword because of White Sword (S).

“But · · · · · · · · ·. ”

She thought for a moment and looked at my ether blade. This ether blade, which was injected like a cutter blade, was adjustable in length, and energy was not emitted at this time, pulling only up to 120 cm.

“Is it regulated by its unusual black length? ”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you swinging it like that? ”

“Why?”

“· · · · · · · If the sword can be adjusted to its length. You can always use Longswords and Daggers, Daggers and Shortswords to suit your situation. ”

“What is that · · · · ·. Yeah, but it's inefficient. ”

“No, that's the most efficient thing for you. ”

“Yes?”

She picks out a word for a moment and opens her mouth.

“It was like a drawing paper, like the black · · · · · you showed. A drawing with nothing painted on it. Though a few foods are running out, to some extent, a country can paint you with its presence as paint. ”

Then Ms. Klein gets up with a wooden sword and takes up her stance.

All I did was pose.

I felt like Misclean was holding a heavy, huge sword. She strikes the air with her wooden sword, and the air cracks heavily. Soon she showed me another sword. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light.

[Miscleann uses‘ Sword of Swiftness (S) ’.]

[Miscleann uses' Quick Sword (S) ’.]

[Ms. Clean uses the Full Muscle Sword.]

[Miscleann uses‘ Lightweight Sword (S) ’.]

Ms. Klein expressed many swords with a single wooden sword, and I was stunned to see it.

“This is the ‘paint’ I will teach you. ”

A rank's talent.A rank's talent.I wonder if it will appear once a hundred years. Clearly, my swordsmanship was a genius among them.

However, how far can I go as a white swordsman who can only steal and use someone else's sword and has not even been taught a proper lesson?

In so many worlds, so many histories, so many geniuses have been released. Some of them are better than my talents. The sword that was studied from birth to the time of death by those who were born geniuses, can we catch up with another genius-efficiently reformed and developed sword that is self-taught?

Absolutely not.

The sword that Misclean opened in front of me turned every sword I had into a piece of junk.

“You're in a lot of shock. But your foundation is solid. Like I said, I can paint all these swords for you, so don't worry. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

You can learn that sword that Misclean just opened. When I thought about it, I started to feel full of light in my head.

“Rise.”

“Yes.”

“From now on, I will fight with you until you awaken all these swords. ”

“Yes?”

She looks like a joke with no laughter at all, but she says something that sounds like a joke.

“This is the first time I've ever taught anyone. So, I'll paint it myself. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

Since that day.

Hell opened up.

*

[The second herb of the skill 'White Sword Method (S)’ is about to be opened.]

The first herb of the White Sword method is' Self-Information ’. Thinking of myself as a drawing board, figuring out my limitations. What sword is good to use, what sword is good to use, what intervention, what breathing. The moment you know it all perfectly, the second herb opens.

A world where the sword is all. The sunrise in Rostislav is on average an hour slower than on Earth. And two or three hours before sunrise, it was always normal to wake up and go out in the yard every day and swing a wooden sword.

Located in the middle of a mountain range quite far from the city, this small cabin is said to be your own place when you think you want to rest. Of course, I do all sorts of work like picking water from the river, chopping firewood, etc. as if I were taking my master from somewhere.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I thought of the last two months with a blank wooden sword.

I got hit really, really hard.

I was beaten to a pulp.

My current level is 49.

Story

[Combined Level: 49]

* Stats

[Strength 46] [HP 45] [Agility 49]

[Energy 1] [Magic Power 50]

* Talent

[Slash A +] [Hunt D +] [Shot C]

[Cooking D] [Instinct A] [Origin A]

[Other · · ·.]

* Skills

[Protagonist Hunter Lv. 3]

[White Sword Method]

[sixth sense (F)]

[Araceli Mana Circling (SS)]

[Library of White Witches (F)]

[Inventory (B)]

[Running Like the Wind]

[Focus & Mind]

Surprisingly.

I had only been hit for two months, but for the first time, I had only one stat that I had never reached the limit. Even the magical stat surpassed my level.

It was all thanks to Miss Klein.

"Why do you care so much about magic? ’

"Yes? I think they're using them fairly efficiently. ’

‘· · · You're bluffing. You have to think of moving with your magic burned.Why keep it quiet? ’

When I think about it, it was a simple problem.

Superpowers use an unknown energy called 'ether’ to strengthen the body, which soon becomes strong. But I didn't strengthen my body with ether or magic, just pure ‘stats’. That is, what if there was more unknown energy added to it? It means it can increase output more explosively.

Of course, spreading magic around the body, enhancing strength and speed, was not as easy as it sounds. It would have been.

[Use Skill ‘Mind Focus (S)'.]

Without this skill.

Keeping an eye on the scarecrow and using its skill, the world seems to be slowly moving.

Exhale, drops of sweat, light breeze that touches the skin. In a world where everything feels so clear. I pulled out a piece of the magical force that was spinning violently around my heart and wrapped it around my arm. Now, swing your wooden sword as hard as you can.

Pussy!

The scarecrow is sliced clean, as if cut with a sharp blade.

[Skill ‘Concentration (S)’ will be released.]

“Huff, huff! ”

However, after swinging it like this, the posture quickly collapsed due to the pain flowing through the arm at the same time as the mental strength. My arms ached and my head was hot enough that I couldn't even breathe right now.

To be honest, I don't know why I'm ranked S on such a high level of focus skill. Based on their own effectiveness, they had an ability that was below the F-rank level. However, if you have magical power in your body, this skill generates a tremendous synergy.

Like this, when I forcefully squeezed the magic and started to use it, the magic began to wrap around my body. Surprisingly, the law, which the client said, "You can never exceed your stats level," was broken.

Of course, no physical ability can break this limit. Only because it was magical. The amount of magical power that was sleeping in my body in the first place was so large that it could not be contained with a crude glass bowl of level 49.

Since then, I have been constantly turning and turning the magic that surrounds my heart, using Araceli-style circling. Until it's all exhausted and there's not a drop left.

[Use the skill ‘White Sword Method'.]

[Use Skill ‘Mind Focus (S)'.]

Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Sometimes heavy, sometimes light.

The sword that was unfolded in Misclen's hand was now unfolding in mine. It's not perfect, but now I can draw my own drawings with any sword in the world.

If I had to hold the right sword to open the right sword, I would be able to fit any sword into me now.

It was okay to see that it had progressed quite, not quite, enormously. Before meeting Adonnen, I felt like all the swordsmanship I had bought was rubbish. He asked me to get various kinds of swords.

Suddenly, I looked up and the sun was rising.

Since the regretter had completely concealed his appearance, the sunrise of the world line in B1, where time no longer repeats, was just a dawn to announce a new day.

I tried to get up slowly to wash my sweaty body, but the pot spoke to me.

Witch.

“Huh?"

Bored · · · · ·.

“Read a book in the library. ”

· · · I've read it all.

“All of it? ”

Crazy. I don't think I've read 10% yet. For some reason, it was because it was a spirit, but the flowerpot was really fast at reading books.

“Wait a little longer. I'll just train here with the last sword and go back. ”

Boring to go back · · ·.

“· · · · · · · That's true. What, you want a drink? ”

Yeah, no.

I thought about it for a moment, and then carefully opened my mouth.

Open the door.

“Door? · · · You're not talking about the permission to enter the E rank of the library? ”

Yes · · ·.

“Hey, are you crazy? Open that and I'm in trouble. ”

He tried to call it the Moorish tree, but the potted plant said first.

Why not?

“I explained it the other day, and it made sense. But I explained it again”

You can open it now.

“· · · What? ”

Witch. Open the door.

What the hell is this all of a sudden?

Although the planter sometimes mumbles, it has never been this crowded. When I said no, I just kept my mouth shut, saying yes. But occasionally, the potter kept mumbling.

‘· · · · · · · What I could do, only when I didn't force it. ’

On second thought, I called the Library of White Witches (F).

Let's do it.

[Use Skill ‘Mind Focus (S)'.]

The library, which was only made of translucent silver borders, began to approach me more and more clearly.

Like, in a real library.

When I reach out my hand, I feel a rough touch on the bookshelf.

When you open one of the grimoires, the leather covers feel dry and slippery.

It felt clear.

“Holy shit, what is this? ”

Look up.

The reality that I had just stepped on was gone, and I woke up. I had arrived at the White Witch's Library.

The End