Thus, and more importantly, the assassins of the nations who had to capture the inhabitants of the tempera on top of the darkness.
Leaving aside their painstaking struggles, the black and white mansion, a sopede unrelated to those delightful bloody killings.
Cool evening with the moon glowing beautifully in a bungalow tailored to the Great Eight States.
The head swordsman of the Sopeds family, general former director of martial arts, black and white mountain waters were sleeping next to his beloved daughter.
It is a mountain water that has been spent in this man's world for about a decade, but it is still weak at night.
I get up with the sunrise, and I don't gesture with the gateway, but when the sun sets, I suddenly look like I'm sleeping, eating a sunset and falling asleep.
I am not entrusted with the escort of Doowe Sopede, nor do I need to take account of your nobility.
Just a dreamy day of arching under the gates and communicating the heart and moves of the sword.
The days I could live with my family were nothing short for him.
Except, of course, what his family thinks.
"You look more like brothers and sisters than fathers and daughters when you do this"
The husband who solved Kim Dan's technique was "Sword Saint of the Child's Face," which was no different than when we first met.
That is lonely, but lately there has also been more of a 'satisfying relief from life if it stays like this' concern, and on the contrary tension has arisen.
We have been living for more than five hundred years, so we are all stopping because we are in trouble when we die now.
"... my dad seems to really enjoy it."
"When Lord Swibbock told me I was going to keep going like this, I didn't think so... I guess I'm going to"
It annoys me when I die satisfied on my own, but I can't help it because that's my job.
Making hobbies work is hard. Note, who doesn't say it's hard?
My daughter and wife were sighing looking at the sleeping mountain water and fans.
"Sometimes, you know, it glows and thins."
"Yes... why should I be afraid to be preceded by a Immortal?"
"It's true..."
Could you be the Evil Immortal at this time?
I want him to grow old and become a man who cannot acknowledge his ugliness.
It should be noted that it was honestly suspicious whether there was' ugliness' in the mountain waters. Defining ugliness is a difficult place.
"Abnegation is a hassle at all..."
"That's right... a long time ago, even though Zen is going to be a master of people"
Much further in this case, it also feels like the future in which the Arcana kingdom perished.
Immortals live really long when they're going to live long, so that seems to be the case.
At least the mountain water hasn't changed for nearly a decade if it's vegan.
"Something you can't handle..."
"It's true..."
When I'm around all the time, that makes me see the unpleasant side.
Mother and daughter troubled by slippage in life.
Doing so, the mountain water I slept in was, as usual, up in a futile motion.
"Sa, san sui?!
"Daddy?!
Naturally, it is still night and the morning sun is far away.
Nevertheless, why did the mountain water wake up?
I come up with….
"Sansui, are you an enemy?!
The mountain waters are alert to their surroundings even when they are asleep.
From time to time, Doowe's danger was also perceived.
"... an enemy when it comes to enemies, but well not that authentic. They're alone, and I'll pick them up alone."
Yawning asleep, he lowered the Daiyashu knife decorated between the floors to his waist, and the mountain water turned to the surface as if nothing was happening.
That meant he was going to fight.
Too much tension, but I wasn't anxious the other way around if it meant fighting.
"... Shall we go to bed now, Rain"
"Right..."
The two of them had stopped worrying.
Mountain water had decided to 'ban auditorium at night' as a basis for instruction.
It used to be a good idea, but I stipulated that I would officially give guidance.
Even if it is natural to impose it on the battlefield, we do not impose it unnecessarily on a daily basis.
If you can get enough training by day, you don't need to train at night.
Instead, I don't like the sweetness of having to train at night.
The students under the gate responded by the reasoning that, if you ask me, it is true.
Since the mountain waters of the day were fast asleep and arching early in the morning, there were many who would take it as a model.
Nevertheless, some men wanted to drink at night.
I don't drink mountain water myself (or I don't get drunk if it's not immortal booze), but I would have forgiven drinking to the extent that it doesn't sound the next day.
Therefore, it was normal for the students to drink on the night of the month.
Everyone is calm, so they just drink wine quietly without making a scene, but this is surprisingly fun.
At the time of becoming a mountain water apprentice at any rate, the birth is decided as long as you complete your studies. Many have already become martial arts guides, so clearly, they are just winners.
That's why we were surprised when our own master showed up with a knife.
He came out into the mansion garden in an atmosphere that looked slightly sleepy but clearly wasn't a joke.
"Everyone, listen carefully"
Out in a gravel-layed garden, he swallowed a golden dan with his eyes soaked.
"We've got a killer on our way. I'll welcome you in person, so once you've had your drinks"
It's a non-nervous way of speaking, but I'm clearly going to 'welcome' it.
Everyone grasps the situation and rushes to start supporting it.
"As always, Lord Sansui is disciplined."
"Oh, I didn't expect to welcome myself as a guest..."
"That's all I mean is that I'm confident in my arms... honestly, don't admire me"
Sopedo majesty, black and white mountain waters.
He takes it alone against the challenger.
This is an impossible story if it's normal.
Speaking of martial arts guides, he is the most powerful swordsman recognized by the lords of the region.
The swordsman was injured by someone else, which would damage his reputation.
And that's the only thing that makes that wound more famous.
Naturally, but for a martial arts guide role, it's harmless and unprofitable.
If anything happens, most challengers will hit their disciples and men to 'return'.
But I don't do that in mountain water.
pride in never happening, such as what if.
No old age, no fading, but late, sincerity to the faithful.
While I don't think I can imitate it, I guess the reason I admire it is because I want to too.
Mountain water stood in a garden with a hint of alcohol.
Away from there, the attending gatekeepers are lined with no swords on their hips.
It was like a duel I had signed up for.
Seeing the sight, "The Guest" was somewhat facetious.
Not many, I guess, had shame on themselves for committing the night raid. I was bewildered by what was welcomed with the finest hospitality, but I proceeded to walk.
Under the light of the moon, he shows himself before the mountain waters.
The gatekeepers frowned when they saw the guest.
"... Child-faced Sword Saint, you're Shirokuro Sansui"
"Yes, you're right"
I had a good physique first.
Perhaps its height is over two meters.
I had a similar growing mountain water in Golden Dan and it was sturdy enough to look up.
It is not fully armed by metal armor, but it protects shoulders, chest, etc. with thick leather protective equipment.
In that hand was a two-handed sword worthy of stature.
That's it, there's no way you're weak.
Neither Mountain Water nor Suibok will ever deny their muscles or physique.
That's why the gatekeepers also recognized his strength.
But the biggest reason would be the expression.
He was stepping on the number of places and looked like he had killed humans many times.
"... you're a man as rumored"
On the other hand, the guests were surprised.
You're supposed to be there, but there's no sign of it.
While I haven't drifted my style as a strong man, I don't flinch in front of myself.
An immovable mind like the Great Mountain, it was flooded with what it did.
……
The customer looked around.
There were gatekeepers lined up without hiding, trying to see where their leaders would fight.
Now, all of a sudden, there won't be any surprises. That's all I feel angry about being seen down there, but I also thought it was quick.
"You're going to fight for me."
"Absolutely."
The customer pulled out his sword.
Mountain water also pulled out a knife.
"The strongest swordsman in the kingdom of Arcana, let me show you that move"
A great man stands on the upper level.
The figure is full of intimidation, and only the fate of death will await the man standing before him.
If that's the usual area of interrogation.
"… can you tell us your first name?
"Baas."
"So, Lord Baas. The four nobles of the Arkana kingdom, the head swordsman of the Sopeds, the master master of the martial arts guide, and the black and white mountain waters will deal with you."
Baas was in an exotic garden, confronted by a swordsman with a sword under the moon.
Forget about them and focus on the person in front of you about why you came here and how much blood you were going to shed.
At least, I wanted to fight the person in front of me. That was the purpose, and the thought had increased even further in front of the real thing.
How much stronger is the strongest swordsman than you, recognized by the kingdom of Arcana, which has become a superpower?
To be sure of that, he was running.
"Whoa, whoa!
Baas' swing is nowhere near the helmet.
A knight with a full body armor, also equipped with metal helmets, powerful enough not to descend from the brain to the inseam.
An absolutely confident blow that smashes any small defense.
The first attack to represent his personality, it was so one-sided that he admired the first-rate, the gatekeepers.
Slightly forceful, but fearless blow to serious battle.
It was a battlefield sword that would be fierce in action, although it was not suitable for a martial arts guide role or anything else.
Baas has also experienced battles in the woods. That was a very limited battle of sight, unlike an open garden, with lots of obstacles on top of the lack of starlight.
If only he had survived the battlefield, he would have taken a knife to his chest before he could wave his sword down, and he would have sworn even more empty.
Yes, it's impossible.
Looking back as he held his chest, there stood the mountain water.
Instead of being a remnant, I'm just putting up a knife to say I'm redoing.
We should have been able to kill them as they were if we pursued them, not as they were later or earlier.
"... really, as rumored"
Kill as many children as you deem necessary, but if you deem unnecessary, defeat even serious enemies without killing them.
Baas restated his sword, confirming the rumors that were eyebrow spit.
Angrily, chest pain is not an obstacle to combat.
It was something I knew they were strong, so I really re-divided them.
We can still fight, but therefore, Baas had not admitted to losing.
But the surrounding faces were somewhat surprised.
Yes, because the sight in front of me was so unnatural.
"Why didn't you knock him down with one blow?
Yes, the usual mountain waters would have ended in the present merger.
He didn't have to hit a blow, he was stuffing it with an inch stop and a cut to the throat, or a blow or something.
It was too unnatural not to do it.
But it is mountain water, which is also rationalism in battle. I assumed there was a reason, and there was no fuss.
At least, it's a good game.
The battle that cuts each other with a single sword is a thank you to the man.
A battle dedicated to winning but with no decadent inferiority, dedicated to fighting and surpassing opponents.
"... well, I'm sure he's the one who wants to fight, to be adorable"
The gatekeepers carved out the majesty of their master, who entertained their sudden guests, while performing a gazette to feed themselves.
It is a very vivid, moon-night act.