Divine Costume Holy Sword Fafnir

"Why don't you concentrate!

To my grandfather's words, I looked forward, tired and unconscious.

In front, you can see a giant waterfall pouring vast amounts of water into a waterfall pot.

Occasionally, nearly 20 meters of large trees and the like drift down into the waterfall pot.

I hold a wooden knife pattern in my right hand as I drop my hips to see how it goes.

And swing it out.

The swept out wooden knife cleaves the atmosphere and creates a blade of vacuum.

The blade of the vacuum was crushed in an instant due to the enormous water pressure above when momentum was lost after several meters of slashing and tearing the waterfall, which was nearly 300 meters thick.

I repeat bareback nearly 10,000 times a day.

... my grandfather was watching how it went.

"You're slow swinging a wooden knife!

My grandfather looks tough and points it out to me, but I can't seem to kill a waterfall.

The swordsmanship I teach [Guigi God Extinction] seems to be a technique my grandfather devised.

Techniques made to fight even the less talented.

The foundation of that swordsmanship is to create a vacuum blade and tear the waterfall apart.

I've already forgotten what started out, but I've been practicing slashing waterfalls running down with a wooden knife since I was a little girl, but I've never been successful.

At first, there were times when I encouraged training because I thought I could be a little stronger.

My grandfather gave me a wooden knife and told me to shake the wooden knife towards the waterfall 10,000 times a day and I worked hard.

At first, it had taken nearly a day for the wooden knife to finish its bare gesture.

It was also a pleasure to realise that my talent would grow somewhat when the time was shorter to finish one by one.

Still, I couldn't kill the waterfall in front of me.

I've never been successful.

These days, he thinks he won't be slaughtered for the rest of his life.

Wave a wooden knife at the goal only that the waterfall slaughter ends 10,000 times in the morning.

And when I finished, I sighed.

My grandfather turned to me like that.

"Kazuto, you hunt even for your prey. I'll take you to Arca Village before you go back."

My grandfather, that's all I say, goes down the mountain.

I'm heading home to watch my grandfather's back.

And just when I saw the deer that wanted to pass in front of me, I waved the wooden knife.

The blade of the vacuum struck from the wooden knife I wielded finished the deer I was trying to escape.

"Today, a deer"

I approached the prey I hunted whining each and every one of them and processed the deer's blood drainage before the demons pulled on me and gathered together.

My grandfather was already back when he returned to the cabin, taking on a deer whose blood drain was over.

It takes a few days one way for me to get to the village of Aruka, the white dragon god tribe that exists in the south, but my grandfather comes back and forth in about an hour.

Place a deer on the kitchen floor, admiring that running is as fast as ever.

And after dismantling the deer and cooking, I look at my grandfather's face as he mouths the bread that his grandfather has bought from Arca village.

"Hey, it's time to go down the mountain, right?

From the moment I found myself in the mood, I was intrigued by this mountain or the dawn of training in the woods, when I went to Arca Village, and by what my grandfather told me about the outside world.

As far as I'm concerned the sixteen-year-old was hearing from my adult and grandfather, I'd like to use this as an opportunity to get my grandfather's permission to get out of the woods and look outside.

You guessed how I felt like that. My grandfather put his hand on my chin and then took a few nods to think about it.

No matter how many times I've said it before.

I was surprised that my grandfather would just think about it.

"Hmm. Right, Kazt is 16 tomorrow, too? But... Kazuto. You're weak..."

Well, from my grandfather's point of view, it's true that I'm weak.

I've used mock warfare as my grandfather before, but I've never hit a machete.

Besides, the moment my grandfather turns to attack, I always fall unconscious without even being able to recognize him.

I take a sigh of relief that I can't do it today. And my grandfather said, "More than that, did you do the assignment you gave me?," he asked.

I nod and give my grandfather a report.

My grandfather read the report...

"Hmm. You seem to understand the magical official body system from science and technology and magic theory. Did I just say that the problem is that it's negative to be pursuing a flashy attitude to cost performance?

My grandfather nodded several times as he watched my report.

"Did you just say the critical point? You're not in the mediocre realm for drawing the blood of your daughters Yurika and Kaisard. Well, maybe that's a good place..."

My grandfather threw a sword at me when he took it out of the tank after he wore his chin mustache.

I'll take it in the air.

And my grandfather tells me.

"That's a knife called [Thunder Cut]. I can't even shake a wooden knife to my satisfaction. That's a good substitute for Kazuto."

Listening to my grandfather, I shake my head with a negative connotation.

I don't need this knife.

Because my swordsmanship magic has a "Thunder God Slash," also known as the Magic Sword.

I can't help but have a knife of the same power as that.

Then I'd prefer a knife that can create water.

I think so...

"Hey, as far as I'm concerned, I'd rather have a [water blade's knife]?

And when I say it, my grandfather hears my words and sighs.

And he looked in the tans and threw another knife at me.

I'll take the knife.

It is about 2 meters long.

The part of the blade is 1 metre 40 cm.

The part of the grab is a knife called 60cm.

Pull the blade part slightly out of the sheath.

And when you check the ripples on the blade, the ripples are beautiful so that they can shine and suck up blue.

When I looked at the ripples and confirmed that it was [the water blade's knife], I delivered the part of the blade I was putting out to the sheath and behaved in the item box.

"Grandpa, this..."

When I try to return [Thunder Cut].

"You should take that with a spare, too. Anyway, you're weak. You'll destroy it soon."

Indeed, as far as listening to my grandfather, this world seems to be in a lot of trouble.

When I snort, I put [Thunder Cut] in the item box.

"So, when are you going?

My grandfather asks me.

I nod and answer.

"I'm going to go tomorrow"

Yes, when I told my grandfather, he just replied, "Well, it's your life. And don't push it too hard, okay?," he said, finishing his meal and laying down and starting to sleep. As I sighed as I watched, I began to prepare to look around the world tomorrow.

And the next morning, when I woke up, there was paper on the table.

Apparently, my grandfather put paper on the table and went out somewhere.

The paper only said, 'I'm going on a journey to find myself'.

"My grandfather, who is over 90 years old, is now thinking about his journey to find himself or something?

You're too full of penetration to say anything.

Well, he's not going to die if you kill him, so if you're traveling, you'll see him one of these days.

Yesterday, I put ingredients and cooking utensils in the item box, including the meat I cooked.

If my grandfather went on a journey, he wouldn't even have to leave me at home.

I left the cabin after putting it in the item box from what I needed to what I thought I might need.

Sometimes I don't know what's going on out there in the woods, but I'm going to head to Arca Village first.

The village of Arca is located a few days south of here.

I'm headed in a direction toward Arca Village.

I heard a noise I had never heard in the woods from the front as I was moving in the item box to defeat bears and rabbits over three meters attacking me using magic while I was on the road.

As we get closer with interest, we hear the sound of metal bumping into each other clarity.

Turn off the signs and approach to see how things are going.

And when I only show my face out of the grass to see what's going on, I see three knight-style men and nearly twenty unfamiliar men... I see bandits fighting from time to time.

The three knights in armor seem to be fighting with the carriage behind them, their arms stand more than the unidentified bandits, but they have not broken their opponents at the heart.

For this reason, it appears that we are being pushed to a slightly disadvantaged position by the advantages of numbers.

Still... I think you're immature.

I haven't used my sword.

I was out of the grass trying to tell him that if I was making a sound of hitting metal on each other with a sigh of sigh, the demon would come by and say, "Hey, if you make too much noise in the mountains, you're gonna attract the demon?" And when I spoke to them, one of the chivalrous men looked at me and said, "Oh, I've been waiting for you," he said.

Then the bandits colour the words.

And he comes toward me and swings around with his weapon in his hand.

I will destroy the weapon with my bare hands while avoiding it.

So I guess you finally realized they can't beat me.

Suddenly, the bandits scream.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

He must be the central figure of the bandits. A man is raising his voice and giving orders to retreat.

I sigh watching it.

The withdrawal of the bandits took place wonderfully precisely and quickly.

A man dressed as a knight talked to me about how I was, thinking that retreat was as quick as ever.

"I apologize for your sudden involvement. And thank you for helping me with my predicament. We are guarding Lawrence, the princess of the kingdom of Lawrence. And I'm Carsel, affiliated with the Kingsguard Knights. That skill, you prestigious adventurer, I presume?

Adventurer?

But I think that's what my grandfather had in the book.

Well, for now, the other guy's been named.

It would be polite to return the name.

"My name is Katsuraki Kazu."