A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

The neighborhood was dim and the road was steep, but we didn't care. Because it was a path I could get through, and I didn't train like this in a snaggy way.

Just beyond the fallen giant tree, Ronin began his old story.

"You know there are new and old gods in this world."

"Yeah, I know. Ronin, what are the new gods?"

"That's right. I, Miriam, Vandal are the new gods. You know the difference between the new gods and the old gods?

"Is it the old gods involved in the creation of heaven and earth, and the new gods who became gods after heaven and earth were created"

"Correct. This means that the old gods have their origins. The new gods are new."

"I've heard stories about people who were originally human becoming gods."

"Some of those guys. Yeah, me and Vandal."

"Was Ronin a human father?"

"That's right. I was born and raised in the human world as a human being. If I had my sword, I would have reached the realm of the gods and been made a god."

"Didn't you want to be a god?

"Right. At first I didn't want to be a god or anything. Vandal's bastard seems to have become a god because he wants to be able to continue his research forever, but I'm an accidental accident, or a mouth chosen by the old gods to be a god."

"You regret that mouthful?

"Somewhat. I wanted to live as a human being and die as a human. I just don't regret it right now."

"Why?"

"I became God so I could exchange swords with my son. I'm thankful for that."

With that said, Ronin grins and puts his hand on my head. It was a big, heavy palm, but strange and comforting.

Walk as mathematical as you can from the training ground. Approaching the top of Table Mountain.

Looking down on the outside world from there.

You can see the forest of the hemline that runs everywhere, and the city of man in the distance.

"I come from a country called Penglai, far east of this country. There are a lot of warriors out there called Samurais who give swords like me."

Ronin continues silently.

"I was born into the family of a certain little clan swordsmanship guide. But five boys. I can't inherit the house, and I can't find a good adopted home. So I jumped out of the clan thoughtfully and decided to live with one of my arms"

"That's how you went all over the country with your swordsmanship training."

"That's right. He trained himself around the Great Desert Country with Midnia, the Nomadic Country on the Great Plains, and various countries. But one day, I realize the limits of my power"

"So soon?

"Oh, I felt the limits of our flow. I've been dawning on my sword since I was a little girl, but I didn't like it when my sword was only on the dojo sword extension line."

Ronin describes the time with an insensitive mustache. He's embarrassed to remember himself as immature.

"That's why I decided to look for a teacher. I decided to raise myself, find a respectable teacher, and make it my goal."

"It would have been hard to find"

"Sort of. Though I was worried about the limits of my strength, I'm a swordsman genius. There's no way he could be a teacher or anything like that. If you're not more of a swordsman idiot than me, you can't be my mentor or anything. - That's why I ran around the world and repeatedly vandalized the dojo."

"... well, dojo vandalism... sounds like a father"

I laugh bitterly, but my father goes on without looking like he cared at all.

"If you hear there's the strongest swordmaster in the north, you push it there and crush the sign. If I'd heard there was the strongest swordsman in the south, I'd have aligned my mentor in his dojo and grounded him."

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Hell paintings floated around at the time and only leaked dry laughter, but Ronin doesn't seem to want to talk about martial arts. I'll get right to the point.

"Well, I guess I was on top of it at the time. It's just a mistake that I was feeling the limit, and I may have crossed the top of my strength. Maybe that's what I was starting to think. But such an arrogant thought, it disappeared as soon as it was there."

"So that's Ronin's father's master."

"Yes."

Ronin's father laughed and told him his master's name.

"Sword Saint Kamiizumi"

That was the name of Father Ronin's master, who would become known in later life as the God of the Sword.