Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Are you serious?"

"Why not?"

Tacan grinned. Asher laughed a lot.

"I don't want to make a big deal with monsters.”

He and Tacan are monsters and humans. A temporary relationship with a colleague. We'll break up again when this is over. But Tacan smiled calmly.

"Kak. It's temporary, but it's not a colleague. And if we follow your suggestion, we don't know what will happen."

Takan continued with a playful face.

"Then I'd better learn about your human practice beforehand."

"Ha."

Asher shook her head.

'I knew it was unusual, but I didn't expect it to be this bad.’

In many ways, he looked completely different from his first image.

"Come in."

Asher opened the door. Tacan came in smiling merrily.

"The first invitation from a human being. Take it."

Tacan threw a glass and opened the bottle.

"And he's the first person to get my drink. I'm proud of you, Hae-rak."

Asher opened the glass without a word.

***

There was a lot to talk about. He had a lot of questions about Tacan, and so did Tacan.

As the conversation went on, words came out why Takan came here.

"It is not natural for monsters to come to the land of monsters."

Tacan said with a soft face.

"I actually wanted to look around more humans. Because I was looking at you, and I was hoping there would be more people like you. But I couldn't help but be disappointed."

The takan kicked his tongue and pressed the bushes with the window.

"There are only fake things in this world."

Ash could now see what he was saying. Few had learned the Imperial sword, and everyone was learning the sword of a great hero. Even if they learned the Imperial Examination, they only created self-defense or foundation at best.

The only thing in the world that is recognized as swordsmanship is that of a hero. The Imperial sword does not even treat swordsmanship.

Asher thought. People who learn swords in this world all learn the sword of heroes. But the hero's sword was something else, not a sword.

Then, where is the end of the radish that those who have learned the sword of a hero reach?

'…is that enough.'

For a moment, I wondered, but Asher soon erased his thoughts. It was not an important matter for him.

"That's why I'm here. If I were single, I would keep going around the world, but there are people who trust me and follow me. And now that I'm here, there's a lot of responsibility.”

Tacan muttered something with a regretful look.

"Not bad. Responsibility makes me stronger. But… I can't help feeling sad."

"It's probably because time for training has decreased."

"Darke. You know it well."

"Because I did, too."

While working as a captain of guards, he trained in sword arts.But still, work is work.When the incident broke out, there were many times when the sword was not caught for a week.

"Kak. You look like me."

"That's not a good echo."

a man who resembles Goblin No matter how hard I look at it, it was an object of contempt. Tacan grinned.

"Well, what angle. Your own values are not more important than others' eyes."

"Why did you become what you are now?"

Goblin, who trains his singing skills and has self-made self. Tacan spoke lightly.

"I don't know either. One day, I found myself. And suddenly, for no reason, my instincts were suppressed. It is natural to find something to focus on to stabilize the shaky self."

In his case, it was the art of singing.

"It's fascinating. It's just a soldier's weapon, and it's got all kinds of techniques in it. There is a charm in the window that kills people's lives."

Tacan muttered with a bewitched look. It looked like it was really falling out.

"It's over when you die."

The takan took a drink. There was an indescribable sign of tension all over the body.

"The traitor you spoke of. He's a strong guy, huh?”

"Kang Ha-k. He's just like me. I trained myself constantly, looking for something to focus on. If you fight, I can't guarantee it."

Tacan's face was covered with deep contempt.

"That's the way it is, standing on their side to ensure their lives.”

"That's reasonable."

"It's human mentality. And it's a contemptible way of thinking."

"That's normal. You're unique."

Asher had a drink in her mouth. The murky taste spread out.

"I honestly don't know why you're so determined to resist."

Tacan can find himself and reject the orders of the Maas. I was able to train my singing skills by running alone. For Tacan, nothing is more important than the spear, so it was right.

But Tacan did not, but became the owner of the monster forest.

"Hmm. Yeah. That'sure.

The takan scratched his head.

"I despise the Mahjong. Dirty people trying to take advantage of us, but the most important thing to me is my way after all."

Tacan drank alcohol with a red face.

"There's another reason."

Asher looked at Tacan silently. Tacan waved awkwardly.

"kkkkk. I'm ashamed to say it. It's not that great."

Tacan said with a red face.

"Because of love."

“…….”

Asher frowned. Takan chuckled and drank.

"I can't run away.”

***

"Love?"

"I live and breathe, too."

Goblin's life. It was natural to love someone.

But when I saw what Tacan had done so far, I doubted that it would make sense. The one who wasn't interested in anything but prosthetics is now in love?

"Same goblin?"

"Secret."

Tacan murmured suspiciously at the gaze.

"You're so suspicious."

"It doesn't make sense to see you so far."

"Not that great. I'm a living life after all. No matter how much you dig into your singing skills, it's no wonder you love someone."

The takan poured the wine. Before I knew it, the bottle of alcohol was ending.

"…how old are you?"

"I don't know, but I'm probably about ten. Not a few years old."

“…….”

[Well... Goblin has a short life span.]

Suddenly, Tacan laughed with a playful face.

"And what about you?"

"What."

"Tell me about you. Do you have a girl you like?"

"Suddenly a dog."

Asher laughed at the sudden remark, but Tacan lifted the glass with a insignificant face.

"I think you should be honest with your feelings. As a result, a new path may be opened. Answer me."

I'm curious about that. Tell me.]

Both sides began to urge. Asher shook her head.

"No."

"Is it real?"

"Why would you lie?"

"The reason is overflowing. You can't attach anything, whether you're ashamed or you don'

"If you don't, you don't.”

"Kak. Then let's just say yes."

Tacan stepped down, but he didn't seem to believe it. He was still looking at him with a strange smile on his lips.

"It's so different from my memory.”

"I am alive and breathing. It's not too arrogant to know everything about me by meeting me only a few times."

Tacan grinned.

"I'm a lot different from what you think. I'm sure you. So ask him. I'll answer.”

"One thing, then."

There was something I was curious about all along. Asher slowly opened her mouth.

"Pronunciation at the end of a sentence. Are you putting it on as a part of it?"

Tacan always put a consonant behind his pronunciation. I always wondered if it was inevitable as a goblin or as a part of it.

But Tacan tilted his head.

"What are you talking about?"

"The one I still attached.”

"I don't know. I'm a normal speaker. What are you talking about?"

“…….”

[You don't know?]

"Hmm. What do you mean? By the way, I'm out of alcohol.”

The bottle was empty before I knew it.

"It's the end. You'll lose your mind if you hold on to it any longer."

The takan pulled himself up.

I don't know what you guys were talking about, but it was a fun time. At least I had the most fun in my life."

Tacan smiled and opened the door.

"Don't die, man."

"So do you.”

"Hooray?"

Asher's words were surprising, Takan's eyebrows moved.

"I can't believe you're worried about me as a monster.”

"There's no good thing about you dying.”

When Tacan dies, this place is stained with mah. From a human point of view, Tacan liked to be alive.

"Kak. That's what I think. I think I know you a little bit. It was a worthwhile drinking party.”

The tacan closed the door with a pleasant murmur.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then."

***

"Is your head all right?"

"No problem."

I drank alcohol, but I didn't drink that much. He was in good physical condition. The takan grabbed the window.

"Then come with me. I'll show you."

The Tacan moved out of the human village into the forest.

"Is this the place?"

Asher looked at the forest. Something like a thick fog was coming out in a lump. Tacan nodded right next to him.

"Yeah. If we reach that, our monsters will be corrupted. I guess you've already expanded your reach here.”

Tacan went into the dark zone with a frown. Dark things rushed to the Tacan. Tacan's body seemed to tremble for a while and soon shook his head.

"Jobs."

Tacan murmured scornfully. His eyes were a little dark, but he seemed to have endured.

You're really hanging on. Well, it's more amazing that you can't stand it if you notice me.]

"There will be monsters on the way. I'll take care of them."

The takan grabbed the window.

"At least as a master, I'll give them peace."

"As you please."

Asher had no reason to refuse.

As I went inside, monsters began to appear one by one.

Goblin, Ouger, Troll, and all sorts of monsters saw the tacan and rushed to bite it. Takan grabbed the window with a sad face.

"Kkk. Sleep."

Two-hundreds!

The window tracks through the monsters. Regardless of whether Ouger does not even get stabbed or the troll that plays indefinitely, all die at once.

It was not just a fast movement, but a breathing gap, sensuous movement, and all that combined.

Strong as expected. I'm proud of something. I can't believe the monster is trying to walk on this path of singing.]

Nsir was a truly proud voice. Asher watched the movement of the flicker Tacan.

fine breathing, movement, gaps.

Humans looked at ants one by one as if they looked at them one by one.

'It's strong."

He is considered one of the prosecutors he has seen. It was hard to find a man who would dare confront a hero.

"You've arrived."

The darkness grew thicker and there was no more monster in sight.

"From here on, the area of the crack. It's not the monster, it's where the other things appear."

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As if to prove Takan's words, the snake-shaped beast rushed in. Masu Srak doesn't work with steel.

Asher took out and swung the Ouger bone sword, but it just bounced off. There was not a scratch on the snake's body.

I told you before. You have to target the urinary tract under your neck.]

"No."

Asher caught the sword. He raised the sword with both hands, awakening his senses. He pulled his hand as he watched the flying slak.

A simple strike that even a three-year-old can do.

Shuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

However, the results were different. Srack's body, which could not even work with a steel sword, grew half a piece of land.

"It's working.

a sodmaster-turned-strike Using the sense of the time, I cut it according to the present body. It was a simple strike, but it contained something transcendent.

"How is this possible?”

You've become a sodmaster. Whatever you do, you hit it. It was just a straight line. It didn't make any sense.

The sword said as if it was annoying to answer.

[Does it make sense.

"…I have nothing to say."

Asher pulled the sword together.

"Kark?"

When I heard the sound and turned my head, Takan responded strangely. His eyes trembled and his mouth was open with astonishment.

"…what is it?"

asked Takan in a dreamy voice.