The Skill Collector

He was invited to a wooden building, a short distance from the mansion of a clan that weighed heavily on martial arts.

At the entrance to that building it says' workout 'in the language of this country.

As I walked in through the drawer, I decided to move to the wall, which is a fixed position here, to keep a quiet eye on what was going on.

Gently bow your head to the old man and the men of magnificence and youth who were inside.

I sat on a square cushion called a seat futon in a unique way that folded my knee called a front seat, but if I stay like this in experience, my legs will eventually be paralyzed. Do you want to 'strengthen the flesh' as usual?

This is a place to visit on a regular basis and the timing of the visit is precisely determined. Looks like they've been waiting for my arrival, too.

"Looks like a guest is here. Suppose we start? Today you turn twenty. Do you understand why they called me here?

"Of course, Father. You deserve to inherit the martial arts of a single child, or determine it. That's why I was called."

A young man, who was drooling his head with a knee poked in front of his father, looks up and looks to the front.

He is the eldest son and has been raised as much as possible as the head of the clan.

The father is no stranger in the country, a man called the strongest swordsman.

The head of this clan has produced talented talent for generations and continues to hold its strongest position in this country for nearly a hundred years.

"I also gave him the head of the clan when he was twenty. And the Lord stands with this one today. We must give up the seat of the chief of the clan."

A man sitting around next to his father looks at a young man who is a grandson with a bang on his knee.

An old man still full of precision in the middle of the sixties. It's a calm setting and combines a sense of majesty... I know I used to be a good boy.

Replacement is quick here. It has been a lesson for generations to stand before the present emperor and succeed the housekeeper on the day he turns twenty, and I am called every time at this event.

I'm a good customer who has something to do with this clan, so let me see how this ends.

"I must ask my family to inherit the strongest name ever born. One-child transmission is the family's lesson. That's why I've been working out since I was a little girl. I endured those days well. I'm happy as a father."

"What a waste, your word!

"My genre is physical, foot carrying, breathing, cleavage, and swordsmanship. No other followers shall be allowed in all this. The strongest name is so heavy by now."

"I am very aware of that."

The horrible thing about this clan is that it has retained its strongest name for generations.

Once a year, a tournament brings together martial artists, but they have not given up their first place in a hundred years. The old man here doesn't know how to lose from his grandfather's generation.

"Suppose that's the end of the story? And then we'll talk with our arms."

"I understand, Father!

Looks like the inheritance ritual is about to begin.

As the strongest samurai, the High Lord and the next Lord's Strike.

This is only allowed to be present of the clan...... I'm supposed to see it every time.

Whenever my youngest child turns twenty when I have more than one child, it takes the form of challenging my brother, but this time the problem was avoided because he is my only child.

The two men, who took the wooden knife hanging from the wall, took a distance and moved to the centre of the workout site.

I know the outcome of this battle. I've already tested the skills of the two of them, but I expected the end of the story compared to the difference between the number and level... No, I was sure.

Okay, let's get started.

Hear the signal of my grandfather's start, and the youth set it up.

Sharp slaughter or sharp steps that illuminate as if they were instantaneous moves created from a unique gait. You're making the most beautiful move I've ever seen.

The sound of cutting the wind, how to kill the signs, and how to put on the rush. Legitimate swordsmanship arms are also a big deal, but there are also movements that look out for the void.

"Well done, I've worked out so far"

My father's cheeks loosen when I could afford them. She seems to be purely happy with her child's growth.

The young man had a really great talent. That's why I went up to this high by my efforts without being chronic.

But - it doesn't extend to the father. The number and difference of skill levels are too open. It is a delicacy that is likely to grow in the future due to the many skill slots, but unfortunately it does not seem to have any hands or feet in the current state.

The young man himself put out all his strength, and his father received all of it.

"That's it!

At the same time as his grandfather's words, the youth fell to the floor. There is a large amount of sweat on the face of a young man looking up at the ceiling as he repeatedly breathes rough.

"That was brilliant. I'm proud to be my father."

"Oh, oh, thank you, thank you, su. Ha ha... But I couldn't take a single bottle, and now I'm going to take over the Lord's throne..."

My father grinned and reached out to my son, who was biting his lips off with regret.

He seems to regret not even doing the blur, but he doesn't blame either his father or his grandfather for it.

Because I knew the consequences of this, except for the young people in this room.

"No, you're strong enough. It has inheritance qualities."

"So, though. He said he was younger than his father and bigger than him, but he didn't have any hands or feet."

"That's something we can't help. I couldn't beat my father once until I was twenty, either. It's just like you."

"Whoa, whoa. Well done, I miss you. He didn't like to lose. He cried and regretted his inheritance."

"Please don't, Father"

When my grandfather teases me, my father is scratching his head and illuminating. The strained air and formatted tone until just now disappear and the workout area fills with soothing air.

"Son. Again and again, you deserve to lose. What the Lord challenges is the history of our clan. It's like fighting an ancient fiend that's been piling up for generations."

"That being said, when you can show off the difference in strength to this point... it just depresses me"

"Well, you are. But there's a reason you can't win. Collector, can you come?"

"Yes. Looks like it's time to go"

I get up out of my seat because I was called out at a similar time as usual.

Damn, I was doing 'physical strengthening' but my legs are slightly paralyzed. Don't be afraid of the front seat.

"Have you ever met a collector?

"No, it's the first time I've seen you"

The straight gaze of a young man captures me.

Actually, I've seen him a few times, but he was young, so I guess he doesn't remember.

"In fact, the most important thing in this inheritance ritual is his presence as a collector"

"What do you mean, you're an outsider?

"That's right. There was also a collector in my inheritance ritual."

"What, but at this young age... Is it a position that has been handed down from generation to generation, just like ours?

"Well, shall I leave that to you? The collector owns a special skill, an only skill. He kept us the strongest seats for generations."

"What do you mean...?

Looking at the face of a young man with an anxious face makes me smile unexpectedly.

This reaction is the same as last time.

"I would have said. You're fighting history with the fierce. Come on, take it. Numerous skills your ancestors have continued to hone and train!

After the inheritance ritual, I was invited to the feast as usual.

It is a rude and peaceful place because it is the only one inside me, but only the young man who has prevailed over the border today is dissatisfied.

"What's wrong?

"Are you a collector? I had no idea that my clan was strong because I had built up my skills from generation to generation and handed them over... I never thought I would. It's cheating, isn't it?"

I expected this reaction because he seemed like a serious young man.

Because my predecessors, my predecessors, and my predecessors felt similar.

"But you also need the vessel you deserve to pass on this skill. You deserve that vessel. You may not be able to keep up with your skills."

"So were you thoroughly planted with basic training? Convinced…"

With that said, you're depressed. I don't know how that feels.

"I have more skills at once and my body is as light as a lie. With this power, you can beat anyone. Have I become the strongest in the world?"

I paired up with my father after the inheritance, but the youth prevailed.

At first, he was swept away by new skills and the control was sweet, but still there was no way to lose to a father whose skill level had drastically decreased, and he was surprised by the strength he had acquired.

"You don't even need to train anymore with this. I don't feel like losing to anyone anymore"

The young man drops his gaze on his clenched fist and distorts his mouth. That's a disgusting laugh. I'm getting mighty power and getting on with it.

I feel a blood connection to them. We have also been through several developments so far.

When I turned my gaze to my grandfather and father, they both had a bitter laugh when I noticed my son's anomaly.

In light of my past self, I seemed to have to laugh.

"Don't you want to try to wield that strengthened power to the fullest?

"Hmm. But if I get serious right now, I can kill you if I lose my hand. No one has hands, no legs. I became the strongest man I could be."

Oh, make it sound great to the tone.

My grandfather and my father can't watch anymore, they're turning away. I guess the painful memories are clearly coming back to life.

The expansion so far is the path that many heirs take.

Every time, you are given a massive amount of skill that has risen to a level, and you get on track when you are strongest. This is a classic.

"Let us now conclude the ritual of inheritance. Because that's what generations of our masters have done."

"Isn't it over yet? What do you want me to do?

I... This man, the pain in his history may be a cut off.

"Please work with me. If you win, it's one of your favorite skills, but we'll celebrate."

"I see. A tribute as a celebration of inheritance? Good, see what I can do."

Grandpa, Dad. Your son is doing so well.

Shake your shoulders and don't look away from the gift of our education.

"Then, silly. Such a one-sided ⁉"

The incumbent, falling and lying on the floor of the workout, is trembling all over his body and opening his eyes in amazement.

Stop beating the heirs who are drunk on a sense of omnipotence with new power. This is included in the request.

Too much power generates chronic hearts and overconfidence and grows people. Rarely do some people drown in power and hone their abilities, but they probably get to this result.

I look down on people by being the strongest and forget to work out and get on with it. Teach such an heir that there is a top, a job that snaps your nose too long.

"It may indeed be the strongest in this country, but the world is vast. Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll be here every five years to see how things go, so I promise to confiscate it if I fail to train then and my skill level hasn't risen, so don't forget."

This is how I stab the nail so I don't get out of my workout.

Everything up to this point is a promise to the first generation. The desire of a man who spared no effort and continued to strive for the strongest. A man who entrusted his descendants with hope for heights that could not be reached in his own generation.

I keep my promises to him all the time. When a descendant breaks a promise or falls off the path of a person, I am supposed to transfer all of that skill, and the 'contract' is passed down from generation to generation.

I'll see you in five years.