On that day, Black and White Mountain Water 'marched' to the King's Capital of Oseo.
Dropping some castles and moving forward, he was descending before many decrees arrived in the king's capital.
We intercepted just one intruder, but everyone was alert.
But everything was for nothing. There was no way that a man who destroyed several countries - Swivok - could drop one country that he recognized as the strongest.
One playwright 'witnesses' the tragedy and tells it to many things.
I became a playwright because I mean, I like funny plays.
I became a playwright because I came up with an interesting play and wanted to shape it.
Naturally, I watch my plays a lot, even other writers' plays.
For me, I was lucky and unlucky to have witnessed that killing.
I still remember the emotion when I saw the venerable, noble madman.
But... that's good luck as an audience. The playwright, I was reminded of how my imagination was stale.
Originally, I wasn't as wealthy as I was, but I was in Wang Capital because there was no one else in the country to watch the play.
And I used to hang out all night. That's why... I witnessed it. Blessed with the good fortune of running late, I could see that killing.
There was no future for those who moved on before him, and there was no survival behind him.
Soldiers with a mission to protect the king's capital arrived at him as he proceeded down the boulevard, turning him into a wreck with a single machete.
In the kingdom of Arcana, known as the Sword Saint of the Child's Face, he was murdered, whether a cavalry or an infantry, but without mercy.
Exactly, it was the hero of the story itself. There was a thousand heroes in the play.
The only thing that would have been different would have been that you didn't have a legendary sword.
Fighting an army defending the king's capital, he was wearing a sword that he would have taken from Oseo's soldiers.
It's not a play, so every time I kill a human, my sword breaks. Nonetheless, he was able to continue killing forever because he was taking it away from the soldiers who were trying to kill him.
That's really graceful. I seemed to be watching exactly the example of the play. I didn't take it by force, I didn't strip it from the body, I wasn't rushing to pick up what was falling to the ground.
Sometimes a broken sword kills a soldier and drains him from his power.
Sometimes I slit my throat without mistake, snatching it from a fallen soldier and switching to duplicity.
Sometimes he grabbed the soldier's spear tip with his bare hands and then took it away.
I'm a playwright too, naturally I know about the killing squad. At the same time, how hard it can be.
I know Oseo's generals are desperate to kill him, but that swordsman's standing around is so elegant, that's all he seemed to storm to kill him and fall to the ground on schedule.
Killing is a promise. The role to be slashed and the role to be slashed move according to each other's decisions. Because you know how difficult that is, it's just a divine realm to bump a move that has made it even more advanced and continue to execute the big army that is genuinely trying to kill itself without going crazy on their opponents.
Yes, that's all we were looking at.
I watched too distant a legend of fully armed soldiers being driven away by only one swordsman.
But hey, is that the noble killing, can you say?
We were in love with his sword skills.
Without waving a fuss, I didn't use magic at all, but I watched as an audience slaughtering him with an exotic martial arts.
But we need to realize sometime. I noticed it because it's not a viewpoint as an audience, it's a viewpoint as the side playing the play.
A play is about putting on clothes that were useful to actors. If it's civilian clothing, that's fine with you, but if it's also aristocratic clothing, you have to prepare clothes that look aristocratic.
Nevertheless, some troupes may borrow from rental costumers rather than themselves. Naturally it doesn't belong to an actual nobleman, or many fashion laggards who bought old cheap.
Nevertheless, what I borrowed is what I borrowed. You get a fine if you get dirty, and if you get wrinkles on it, that's a fine.
We take care not to contaminate borrowed clothes and decide to move carefully not to break borrowed clothes...
That's why I noticed. He stood around looking for wrinkles in the leather shoes he was wearing in a situation where Kensei, the child's face, was single-handedly attacking the capital of a country.
We were passing through emotion when one noticed and everyone made themselves known.
You don't know what that means, do you? Neither did we.
In front of him was a murderous soldier, and in the midst of an enemy country with archers on the building and no reinforcements whatsoever, he took great care not to get his shoes dirty.
He was thorough anyway so that he wouldn't step on the body he slashed to death, that he wouldn't put his shoes in the streets with blood, that he couldn't use his toes to wrinkle.
I found out then. your sight, the poverty of your imagination.
I had positioned the role of 'madman' as someone who would do something different than a regular person anyway.
But the actual madman is different.
He is heroic enough to unilaterally kill a thousand horses without pulling a step forward, but he does not like to be dirty like a poor man like us.
If you get caught, you'll be tortured to the best of your misery, even if you don't, your life can't be guaranteed against a large army.
In such an extreme state, pay attention to something other than your own life and be thorough.
This isn't a lunatic. What do you mean?
It's just that you're so brave that you're already told as a legend when it comes to single-handedly entering an enemy country and attacking down the king's capital. His martial name will roar all over the world.
But in such a legendary battle, he feared his shoes would fall on him.
When I make madmen appear in plays, I usually make them appear as bad guys or dogmas.
You don't get the word, you're intoxicated by alcohol, you think your head is damaged by medication?
Anyway, I portrayed the existence of a madman as an affordable being.
But seeing how he did it, I had to change my mind.
There are madmen in the world who seriously turn their minds on irrevocably, as if they really don't care, in an emergency situation where everyone is doing the kind of feat they dream of, or lose their lives.
Besides... everyone knows, he didn't infiltrate Oseo.
On the road from the border of Oseo to the king's capital, he ravaged and broke through all the obstacles that stood in his way.
It was not the beginning of Wang Du that he stood around without a drop of blood and using his new leather shoes as they were...
What surprises me more than anything is why he invaded Oseo.
Of course we didn't know that when we were flattered by him, but later when we found out why he had stepped in... we really didn't know what that meant.
He said it was to bring Prince Oseo Black's men to King White.
Declaring such an absurd thing high on the road, it annihilated the faces it intercepted.
How can you fight as a life for that reason?
Nobles like Sopede, who commands him, are also insane, but would be insane to march to another country as ordered with courtesy in discipline?
At first I thought it was a more heroic reason.
There must be any decent reason, anyway, whether it's to help a woman who's been taken, or to honor a friend who's been wronged, or an innocent people.
Well anyway...... this is a declaration of defeat as a playwright......
Facts are stranger than novels.
At least I'm not sure I'm going to make this play.
He scolds the prince of another country who made a scene at the wedding, singles himself into the prince's homeland with his uniform in his part, rounds up the soldiers on the road and deals with them, and then comes straight to the king's capital and sticks them out to the king.
Look, it's ridiculous. It doesn't make sense on top, does it?
I can't believe I'm risking my life for that reason, and I can't even pay attention to clothes and shoes, which is very unlikely, but I don't get empathy.
So well, as far as I'm concerned...
And then I found out, the collapse of Oseo didn't deserve any surprise.
When I found out it was going to collapse, I fled straight to another country.
Oseo, Wang Du, Royal Castle.
Its castle, the authority of the state itself, was currently hitting only one opponent with a crisis of devastation.
No, just to be clear, it was already devastated.
The king, who stood between his eyes, stared at the door with his hindsight, protected by the remaining forces.
There is already very little hustle and bustle in the venue. The combatants were already wiped out and the non-combatants were frightened and unable to move.
"… Coming"
A SS captain was pulling out his sword, leaving him unattended and ready.
Immediately afterwards, the door between the sights collapsed without sound. Even the many condiments, which were placed in front of that door, float in meaningless ways.
"... then you're a monster"
In a way, he was worthy to face the king of one country.
In a way, it was improbably disrespectful.
The king sees the man and complains.
Kicked through a number of generals by the time he got here, he was dressed in a courtesy that he didn't think he was fighting.
The killer, who made even elegance feel, did not show any fear or grudge, but entered between the glances in a taunting manner.
"Oh, it's the golem!
Along with fear, put in a weapon of state secrets, which had been delivered as a test machine.
Those dozens of planes, it was excessive force to kill just one.
Oseo's newest weapon boasts more agility than man, more strength than man and more endurance than man.
That kills into the mountain waters.
"Qigong Sword Method, Cross Characters. Power method, leg shaking. Foreign Gong Dynasty, Mountain Throwing"
In one blow, two robust golems blow up.
Of course, it will not damage anything, but that golem, which has no ability to fly and has no means of attack other than to kick a beating, could not do anything and flew out through the window on the left and right side between the glances.
"Qigong Sword Method, Cross Characters. shrinkage method, weaving princess"
The remaining eight bodies disappear at the same time as they touch the sword he holds.
Using a broken window as a passage, travel instantly outside this castle in shrinkage.
It was only natural that that latest weapon would then fall according to gravity.
Unless you have a regenerative capability, that latest weapon would have been destroyed by self-gravity and gravity acceleration.
Even in the unlikely event that it happened to be spared the destruction, it was hopeless for the Golem, which fell outside the castle, to return during the sight.
And the facades of Oseo, who did not know those rationales, were even more desperate.
The anomaly that everything that touches that sword disappears.
Everyone was coming and going with reality and nightmares to situations where meaninglessly unintelligible overlapped.
"Your Majesty... I will protect you to the end!
The SS captain puts a burning sword on the swordsman in front of him, giving up his life and being slaughtered.
Whatever dies or not, it eats up to the best of its ability.
In response to that blow, he did not use any immortality.
"Brilliant."
Normally, respond with swordsmanship.
In compressed time to the extreme, he was looking at the truth.
Too complete, a swordsman to spend peacefully in the ultimate realm.
With that emotion of being mutilated by Him and the carelessness that I cannot protect the Lord enough.
An unmistakable blow.
That's just it, the SS captain was desperate without even suffering.
"... name it"
There's nothing to protect you anymore.
If so, I have no choice but to defend myself.
Oseo White ordered the intruder to be a monster beyond degrees.
"I am the chief swordsman of the Four Nobles of the Kingdom of Arkana, the Sopeds, and the General Commander of the Martial Arts Guide. My name is Black and White Mountain Water."
Without disrespect, he stands upright and thanks.
On top of that, he named his affiliation exalted.
"Shirokuro, Sansui... Child-faced Sword Saint, the strongest swordsman in the kingdom of Arkana..."
"It is a great honor for His Majesty the King of another country to know about me."
What a joke.
This is the strongest swordsman, beyond degrees.
The strongest is the strongest soldier in the country.
Assuming the second and third come together, it should be enough to win.
Even if it's not elite, it should definitely be enough to win if we have a hundred.
Even to the best of the King's grasp, he is destroying a castle of a nation alone from directly in front of it.
That would be the strongest. Who else can do this?
"The man who single-handedly controlled the Kingsguard of the Arcana kingdom and became known as the 'Thunder Cut', dropped the neck of everyone against a mercenary made up of hundreds, but thus became known as the 'Exposed Neck'..."
Extremely eyebrow spit, mouth his martial arts tradition.
Mouth rumors that should have been exaggerated, which should be diverging from the facts.
"I'm afraid."
In fact, it diverges from the facts.
This monster is not such a degree of force that it is suppressed by the Kingsguard alone, or that it breaks off the mercenary regiment alone.
He was beyond the boundaries of an individual, with a complete victory over one country and a surplus.
Everything Oseo White has defeated before him.
He was bringing them down directly from the front.
"What's the purpose, the rest of your neck?"
"No, I came up to deliver what you have"
If you want to kill him, you can drop the target's neck in an instant.
In this situation, where there was no one else but later, the mountain water was taking out a leather bag that had been lowered to his waist.
"This is my lord, this is from the Sopeds."
"... what"
"It is the symbol of Prince Oseo Black's eyeballs, earlobes, nose and men, your son"
Far from brave, it was a hunting statement.
They understood that was not a joke.
"Take this."
I have offered you respectfully, but the king could not have received it.
"You want me to take that? Did you attack my castle for that?
"You're right, sir"
"That's what you were ordered to do, so you've done this far?
"You're right, sir"
"No, for such nonsense, you... you've come this far!
Every anger was blowing up from within him.
"Can you take it! Is that something this Oseo White can receive?
Anger as a father, anger as a king, anger as a man was blowing up.
"You think a king of a country can receive something like that, you idiot!
No matter who they are, there are certain things you will never be able to respond to.
"Now, take that and go home to Arcana! You barbarian!
Well, there's an insult word for barbarians.
There is the word wild and there is the word undeveloped.
I sometimes use it as a word for contempt, for people of different cultures.
"Really... could you please take it"
"That's right!
But it is foolish to actually tell them directly.
In the first place... if the other person is actually a barbarian, despicable and undeveloped, then you can't imagine what would happen if you used such a derogatory word.
"Excuse me."
"Become!"
By shrinkage, he moves before King White, who sits on the throne.
"shrinkage method, weaving princess"
Evacuate them by the shrinkage.
"Be prepared."
"Become..."
Before violence, everything is pointless.
When confronted one-on-one, culture and status are too much.
"Power."
"Fuck."
"Power."
"Gu."
"Power."
"Power."
"thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust"
Not to pass out, to inflict pain, not to leave any sequelae, obsessively thorough, mountain waters pound their momentum.
With his ability to grasp the signs as a Immortal, he even continues to attack until that moment when the opponent in front of him succumbs.
"Can you take it and do it?
"Wow, okay."
That would be the king of one country.
He was the only one who had been attacked from the mountain water and held out for more than a blow.
Of course, it's just ironic.