In the big town there, it was to the extent rumored that the new martial arts guide role came from a native of his town.
If this had been even aristocratic, the story might have been different, but there would have never been an exaggerated festival or anything to the extent that the civilians had made a considerable appearance.
"For what it's been and for today, I don't need fishing. Bastards in the store, it's my treat today! Celebrate my birth!
Happy to say the line I'd like to say for once, he was proclaiming high in the tavern where he was going.
Anyway, it's a lot of money, and I was going to end it with a lot of noise.
In fact, I almost couldn't stop laughing just watching the guys drinking and enjoying themselves.
"Oh, come on, you don't drink."
"... well, sort of"
The manager of the tavern, who had returned about doubled the amount of bumps he had given up, had recommended alcohol to him, who would not drink himself.
I am even in a good mood because I receive enough money to keep my change even if I calla the barrel of the tavern.
But he was turning it down.
While I wanted you to celebrate your birth, I also knew that you weren't all happy with it.
"Oops, looks like you're renting out today"
"Don't you have any booze to serve to us?!
Several bloody men came in.
It's an organization he was hostile to when he was spending time in this town, a gathering of men who can't even be said to be.
Naturally, I don't think I'm going to attend this rude drinking party.
"Oh, you guys"
Only he, the organizer, was greeted with joy as the faces that were just enjoying the booze froze.
"I don't know if you know me, but I'm in big trouble this time. Everyone is celebrating today. There used to be a lot going on with you guys, but now it's enough memories. Have fun with my booze."
Nevertheless, the fact that he did not drink a drop of alcohol as of now represented his heart.
At least he didn't seem to think that this celebratory seat would end so well from the beginning.
"Yeah, I heard you talking. You did well."
"The Lord of Sopeds likes you, and you're the Lord's guide to martial arts."
"I envy you..."
Newly in, they had weapons in their hands and knew what they were trying to do.
The owner is afraid of vandalizing the store, but he can't move.
"No, it's easier because you work for something."
"It's good that great people like you."
"It's a serious responsibility. Shall we change?
I don't know how serious what they're saying is.
But it was visibly obvious that he was about to commit an assault on him, which he had succeeded in doing out of that killing.
That was what even children, not immortals, could tell.
"Envious?
He stood up as he sat in the counter.
He laughed invincibly and was calmly provoking.
"Right, well, I'm glad you guys envy me"
I had the spare time of the successful, then unexplained atmosphere.
It was clearly drifting the style of the mighty.
"Never mind, it's rude today. Drink, sing, make noise... whatever you want."
Naturally, there's no chance of any victory, not that.
The same goes for the fact that he was turning down booze, but he's equipped with treasure. It's treated as unusual because of it, but there's nothing wrong with being attacked.
Instead, I could say how unprepared they were to attack defenseless opponents in booze seats.
"Right, well, do you want to retire with an injury before you take office"
If that's the case, I'll help you.
"Do it!
Against the men who pulled out their swords and came into the liquor store, he still kept an unusual form of sword in his sheath.
Just seeing that, everyone in the tavern imagined his tragic ending.
"... murderous, suddenly, coming from the front in a group of narrow stores"
Still, his mind is unshakeable, as I had assumed beforehand.
Even with the sword still in his sheath, he was already ready.
Reach for a shorter sideline than that, not a knife, and walk quietly though, self-reinforcing with a transient band.
Rational, or efficient. If it's always moving hard, I'll be doing my best right away.
I can't say enough that I can't keep moving if I have to, but I don't need that in this situation either.
"Win vividly and 'show'. I wonder if this looks good too."
Is he fooling around, a man who tries to swing it down the top so easily he thinks.
I thought about releasing the flash band, but it just stops and pulls out the knife while stepping forward with reinforcement.
Cut through fast without weighing in and keep passing.
And I also let the guys in the rear who didn't think it would work that way shake the sidelines lightly.
"Sopede is a martial arts famous family, and now I'm a samurai with ink from his lord"
Shorter sideways than the knife, wiggle blood while checking its user-friendliness, and put it back in the sheath.
The sideways made of stone, not iron, had scattered slight blood on the ground.
"If you've been trying, it's not strange to get one neck, but it's rude today"
Oh, you look just like the esteemed master.
While I'm drunk with myself like that, I'll say the line I want to say to the end.
"It's a joke about the tavern, so let's give him a break with one of his index fingers"
Red blood stained the floor of the tavern.
Three men attacked, blood dripping down their hands.
Horribly, the fingers of the men who were descending their swords had been dropped one at a time, without damaging every part but their fingers.
"... Huh!
"Ah...!
"Let's say it!
If you work hard, one of your fingers often falls off.
It's no surprise that it happened during the battle.
But it was also certain that if it had been done for, it would not be an ordinary interrogation.
"So, if you want to keep going, that's what I'm going to lose my neck for. It's nothing. It's not a big deal, is it?
If you are indeed a man accustomed to rough things, you will not cry and roll around as long as one of your fingers has been severed.
I was mean and just holding my hands down, but my eyes were totally frightened.
The three of them are terrified of the changes that are getting stronger, which cannot be correctly passed down by the word.
Besides, I have myself satisfied.
My surroundings are afraid of me.
Suibok produces it, mountain water takes over, and it leads to me as well.
And, intoxicate.
As a result of his focus on how to win, he behaves invincibly while thinking that there is.
"Now if you go to a magician, you'll connect your fingers, too?
In this country, where there is no user of divine descent and is not known, the enhancement of the transient zone also has more than enough effect.
I stayed on a fast attack, not a fast move, but I could overwhelm them not knowing what was.
And if you really feared your neck would be dropped or if you thought they were bad for you, the three men pick up their own fingers and leave.
If there is a fellow gate on this occasion, I think there is no choice but to be cursed as a farce, while I hide my expressions of joy with a sense of awe from all around me, and let him sit in the counter seat again.
Oh, I heard an exclamation.
Until now, the celebratory seat, which was just a free drinking party, draws attention to him at once.
"Wow..."
"Honey..."
"Supa, did you just cut off your fingers?!
"Unbelievable."
It seems like a good place for a teacher to hurt someone and not train enough to brag about it, but it would be good.
I thought this kind of subtlety was cool, but it's actually fun to try.
Without exaggerating, I really feel superiority to be respected from around me.
Nevertheless, we all realized that the man who was enjoying alcohol this time really took on the profession of a martial arts guide.
I understood that a man who had been mixed up with himself until a few years earlier had made his birth.
"Hey... let me see this sword."
I'll show those people my sword and my sidelines.
Honestly, I can't even say it's well-decorated for flattery, but that's the specialty of a man who pursued the strongest. Its practicality is very high. The accumulated Suiboki's Immortal Qi was a constant substitute for the Qigong Sword being activated.
Many old friends touch stone knives and sidelines with a spin.
I would have been laughed at, but after seeing that cut, it was natural to take it seriously.
Two weapons made for you. What a good feeling to show that to everyone.
"Wow... can you do such an amazing thing now"
Nevertheless, it was not without concern.
Mountain water, remembering his old self, sometimes preached to a festival that was no different from his old self.
Similarly, I can imagine a shame for him.
If the old self sees himself now, he must do something terrible.
"... hey, how did you get such a sword?
A friend with a knife says that with a drunk face.
"I apprenticed to the trump card of Sopede, the sword of child-face Saint Silocrossansui. He was recognized for his skill. The sword, the knife and the sidelines were made for me by Suibok, Sansui's master, as a graduation celebration. It's not just me, everyone who's become Mr. Sansui's apprentice and is recognized for his arm gets it."
Pretending to be good at talking, I was guessing what he was going to say.
No way, though I really didn't expect to be told.
"So, if I'm a disciple too, you can have it?
"You can't do this anymore, Mr. Sansui is a nobleman, so I won't mentor anyone but the Regular Army and those already disciples. Besides, we're going far away now."
A suspicious atmosphere, silence, dominated the place.
"Right..."
"Yes."
It's sloppy.
Oh, I'm mistaken.
"You're gonna get such a great weapon."
"Oh, isn't that awesome? It's for me, for me, for me only."
"... you, you've always had a good idea, haven't you?
"Oh, you're right. I met a lot of people who thought they were on the clouds."
Some aspects are not mistaken.
"It's a bad idea. You were fooling around with us a while back."
"Oh, you don't know life"
Then give me this sword.
"Ha ha! You can't do that."
My gaze from around me has changed subtly.
This was jealousy, not a blessing. I was jealous.
"Fine, I've been thinking so far."
It's fun today, it's fun tomorrow.
But I can't see ahead. It's dark ahead.
And he only has a bright future now.
That was, like, so jealous.
"Come on, don't push it. I'm not done yet, am I? Maybe after you become a grandfather."
"Don't say that, I want to feel good too."
The eyes of a friend who was mistaken only pictured the ideal future for him.
Well, I know how that feels. I get it.
"Hey, you're my friend, right?
"We're friends, so you're having a drink, right?
Is there also a booze momentum, the knife was directed at him?
"Hey, give it to me."
"... hey, what are you gonna do with that sword, that knife? No way, with that, you think you can hire a lord, too?
"You're not, you're not that different from me. Even you put that on your job because you have this, right?
"No, no, because I also get letters of recommendation. See, the autograph of the Lord of Sopeds"
I dare you to proceed without right that mistake.
"Then give me that, too."
"No, no, this has my name on it. And I've already said hello to my lord."
"Then you can take my place! You can be with this, right?!
"Don't be silly, there's no way you can be a martial arts guide, is there? You've never used a sword or a knife."
"I'm sure that's the same for you!
I'm mistaken.
I mistakenly believe that earlier battles are a boon to weapons.
Well, I know how that feels, and about half of them are right.
Nevertheless, I have been waving my sword since I was in this town.
I also feel subtly sad that he doesn't know that point.
"You're crazy, I can't believe you can and I can't!
"I'm too drunk. 'Cause that knife just cuts well. Because you have it, doesn't it make sword moves awesome?
There's no way this guy is that awesome.
There's no way I'm that different from myself.
So there's no way this guy can do it and not himself.
If I were you back in the day, I would have thought so.
I was only looking at the other person's surface and upper surface, only looking at the supernatant and making a mistake.
"Look, give it back. That's the weapon I got from Mr. Swibbock, a treasure I can't turn into a money. Don't take your friend's treasure."
"I can't believe you... you!
I can't believe you have a monopoly on favors.
"You're not my friend!
He's an enemy.
"Don't be awful, you're hurting me"
For a moment when he wields his sword, his opponent's vision is blocked by his arms and knife.
In that instant I was packing my time and stuck the fork on those desks to their throats.
This time, I'm not using any treasure.
"Don't be ridiculous because it's a booze seat joke"
"Wait, please."
"We're friends, right?
"Oh, oh... a friend, a friend"
I'm the one who changed, and the one who doesn't change is my friend.
Bad is my friend, and I used to be a bad guy myself.
He was retarded and a man who envied the achievements of others.
Then should I be happy or sad that I was able to change?
"Then give me that back. It's as important as my life. Life's important, isn't it?
Everyone on the spot was rigid as a blade on his throat.
Here, at last, we were aware, along with the war, that he was no longer the man we knew in front of us.
"Ah, I'll give it back, I'll give it back!
"Don't be so frightened, it's a booze seat joke"
If there was one good thing about it, it would be about as strong as it gets to fit 'old friends' without hurting them.
"Maybe it wasn't funny."