Cursed Sword Master

"Good day."

When I squealed like that in a completely emotional voice, I stuck a love knife in his right hand into his throat for no reason.

But as it were, I fell to the ground and couldn't move. My back is hot... and yet my body is cold.

Don't die on this...

Even myself unexpectedly got a little laughable at my callous judgment and distorted my mouth. I slowly close my eyes when I hold the love knife in my right hand.

No, no, no. Why did this happen?

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Me... the mother of Fujimiya's chief wolf is a daughter of a family known locally as celebrities. She was a commonly known lady.

For this reason, my mother's home was a pure Japanese-style mansion with a zo and a little garden.

My grandfather, the current master, was very sweet to me, my mother and grandson, even though he was the kind of person who wrote strict pictures. But on the other hand, he used to be a father 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, in addition to being harsh on his father and frowning from me.

By the time I went to junior high, my father left my mother and I saying, "I'm tired."

Honestly, I think I got there a lot.

Even after my mother got married, my grandfather was forced to live together in the mansion in disintegration because my mother did not allow her to move from this mansion.

Moreover, my grandfather did not allow my mother's surname to be changed from the Fuji Palace even after her marriage.

This is the same as when my mother was caged and I was born. It is currently in progress and I am also a Fujimiya surname. Or my father entered my son-in-law and it was not the Fuji Palace.

I have no doubt that my father's loneliness in this large mansion in such circumstances would have been unimaginable.

My father told me several times to leave this mansion, but my mother, who was raised as a butterfly and a flower in a space free of malice, could not understand the meaning of my father's words, "My family will not be able to do this", and it was never transferred to implementation.

Well, even if it was running, I also feel like they were bringing me back in less than a week.

My father seemed to want to get me out of this mansion, just me, but I refused to do so.

It's not that I don't like my father or that I don't like being poor. I had a situation where I didn't want to leave this mansion.

That's why my father left the house. It didn't matter to me.

Rather, as much as I thought it would be better for my father if he were to be freed by leaving this mansion.

There was a case of my father leaving, but I can tell you that living in my grandfather's house was an honest and privileged living environment without any kind of disability.

But for me, it was more important than the financial environment that this grandfather kept in his mansion and stash.

That's why I didn't like leaving here with my father.

An antique collecting habit with an old family pattern called the Fujimiya family and a taste for my grandfather and great-grandfather. I was fascinated by one of them, the knife.

My grandfather's collection was decorated with many Japanese knives in a glass showcase, and he had all the famous knives of ancient times.

I was like a kid watching a Japanese sword in a zodiac if I had time.

And finally, after my father left, he was asked to give up a knife by my grandfather for the middle school admission celebration.

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Of course, it is strictly forbidden to take it out of the mansion and to slash it on something.

All I was allowed to do was take care of the knife and bareback in the garden. Besides, it is limited to the early morning before someone wakes up to avoid hurting people by mistake.

This mansion is inhabited by housekeepers as a matter of course, so even before the housekeepers wake up, it's late at 6: 00 in the morning.

It was roughly four o'clock to wake up for me to shake the knife, and then it was routine for the housekeepers to keep shaking the knife for about two hours until the start of their activities.

My grandfather gave me a Japanese knife that I had just entered middle school with a large knife measuring 3 '3 "4" 5 "(about 100.35cm). It was a difficult substitute for me to handle heavily on top of it, but if I had time, I would take care of it and always put the knife within reach when I went to bed, and I continued to swing early in the morning for about three years. This knife was now ready to be treated like an extension of my own hands and feet.

And I picked up today.

The first thing I noticed was the black clothes in charge of security. Perhaps the security system installed in the zoo reacted.

And as per daily training, one of the three black clothes in the night guard should have run to my grandfather for a report, and the other two should have rushed to Zao.

Probably where I found the robbers (though I didn't know how many ended up) wearing masks that boldly fished through the zoo.

The security company and the police must have been contacted at the stage when the security system was activated, but the black clothes hired for these times must have immediately pulled out the special baton and ran to control it.

But the robbers have been quite prepared to commit all these daring crimes.

One of the robbers saw the black clothes rushing in. No, no, no, no. He jumped out of the zoo and took the glowing things out of his nose.

"Be careful! He's got a gun!

I jumped up and grabbed the knife and opened the barrier to the hallway because I heard the voice.

Neither did the option of questioning the imminent voice of the black clothes float at at all for any reason, nor the option of fleeing or hiding because it was dangerous.

And the moment he opened the barrier, the head of one of the black clothes blew up.

The firing noise is not loud. Probably wearing a silencer.

While I was thinking about it, yet another piece of black clothing caught my eye for a moment, and then I fell down with that momentum to be played and never rose again. Probably got a second shot in the chest after taking one in the abdomen.

"Yes! What the hell is going on!

My grandfather comes out to the garden clamping his last black clothes.

"Nah... what is this... is he dead?

I guess my grandfather noticed a body in black rolling into the garden for the first time there. But it's obvious whether he's dead or not. I don't even bother to put it in my mouth and check it out.

... humans can't live if they get half their heads blown off.

"Sir! It's dangerous! Stand back."

Black clothes stand in between to cover my grandfather and try to keep my grandfather away.

But I guess masked robbers with guns are pretty good at handling guns. I showed them the exact shooting at my grandfather, which should be hidden in black clothes, and struck out my grandfather's shoulder.

"Guh!"

"Sir!

I pressed my shoulder and worried about my nogging grandfather. Black clothes crouch back at the robbery trying to carry my grandfather out.

The robber on that back pointed the gun at the muzzle for nothing...

I was already running out by this time. My room was situated diagonally behind a robber with a gun, alert to black clothes. The robber is not paying attention to the rear.

Bloody flowers bloom on the back of black clothes, and two wheels.

It would mean that we are definitely coming to punish someone who could be our own threat. They're getting a good look at the power of this one after being fairly familiar with the rough stuff.

Then it should also naturally have been investigated that our home security is three, and there should be a slight loosening of mind by disabling those three.

I ran under a robber with a gun in a straight line without any hesitation.

And as he slowly noticed me, he calmly caught sight of the robber trying to point a gun at us, while swinging his sword conditionally reflexively.

With me.

The robber's right wrist fell to the ground to be dragged by the weight of the gun he was holding.

In the end, I guess I was incompatible with this modern Japanese framework.

That's not about achieving a great feat away from the Japanese, or having special powers, or being able to do bad things with care.

My ability as a person has always been mediocre, and I'm not bad with people. Of course I can tell the difference between good and evil properly.

I will not destroy, steal, commit, deceive, or kill without meaning.

It's going to be misinterpreted as saying "if it makes sense, I'll do it" but of course that's not true. The same morality as the vast majority of Japanese naturally exists. It's only natural that you shouldn't commit a crime. I don't even want to.

Then what's incompatible...

Only one thought I couldn't keep up with the ethics of the people around me.

It is a way of thinking about the bad guy. The line of drawings about where the bad guys are from probably doesn't have a firm standard with my own additions or subtractions, so it's going to be more propitious...

I can't recognize a so-called vicious creature as a person who kills people for money, cheats and exploits them, destroys people's lives, loses to lower body desires and rapes women.

I have no idea what the groups that shout out loudly that people who say that also have human rights mean.

For example, right now, when I look up at a masked man with a nodding frightened eye as he presses his wrist in front of me, nothing feels right.

If you're forced to compare this feeling to something, it's like when you smash a mosquito that sucks human blood without any hesitation... is it?

So I glanced down at the masked man with cold eyes and flashed with a knife in my right hand over his neck for no reason.

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I take a few steps back to avoid the blood that has erupted shortly afterwards, thinking calmly in my brain that it sounds duller than I imagined.

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At that moment, there is a feeling of cold objects coming in around the waist and pushed forward at the same time.

Oh, my God, I'm glad the liquid that was spraying out of the stuff just now is about to fit in. I almost got my clothes dirty.

I spit a sigh of relief and turned my neck to see who the shock was, and I looked behind my back and there was a little tattoo stabbed in my back.

I see. Did you bring up the collection of grandfathers that the one who had broken into the Zodiac earlier was in the Zodiac?

Confirm the knife that stabbed you and now turn your attention to the person who stabbed you.

He was afraid of stabbing me, fighting and sitting out of his hips.

Look at the frightened eyes except for that mask. I understand everything.

Oh... I see. Is that what happened?

Weirdly convinced, I now slowly change my body's orientation with a slight hint of my back feeling unusually hot, moving forward in front of the man with his hips slipped out.

It's irritating that my knees are about to fall off when I tease them, but I'll keep them for a little while.

The man keeps yelling at me like he's about to sue me, but I can't respond because that word doesn't sound human anymore.

I just don't know if I can understand the bug called the bad guy, but I'll just say one last word.

"Good day, Dad."

I go far, far away, to the throat of things that were once my father's without disturbing my blade muscles...