Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Really? I don't think anything happened to me."

"It's probably a difference of perspective."

For those who have been born and raised for more than 20 years, it's probably just a normal time.

However, he went through the previous generation and had direct relationships with the people in the history books. There were only things that were hard to describe to him.

"It's history anyway. History. The stories of those who will be recorded forever. It has nothing to do with us.”

"That's right."

Asher smiled and nodded. Naturally, his name was not written in the history book. In the first place, the captain of guard. It's not worth writing down in history.

Leica stood up from the straw and snapped her hips.

"Oh, Asher. I have a favor to ask you.”

"Tell me.”

"Please accept me as your disciple!"

She thrust her face in. It came to a breathtaking distance with sparkling eyes. He said, pushing with one hand.

"No."

***

"…that's a dagger, but the employer."

Leica muttered with a vacant look. But Asher's meaning was firm.

Almost all the guards who existed in the empire passed through his hands, and he had taught swordsmanship to both of them for quite some time. But that was the realm of advice. He was never a disciple.

It was natural in the first place. Because he wasn't great enough to teach someone.

He said he had trained the imperial sword, but eventually the imperial sword. It was so simple that even a child with a nosebleed could learn to do it. That's why he could learn.

In other words, his situation was not so great. You can reach it if you invest your time without having to have a teacher. That was his idea.

"Well, I'll have to wait and see."

"Are you going to learn imperial sword?”

When Asher said with a smile, Leica paused. She didn't mean to. Few of those who walk the path of the sword trained the Imperial sword, and neither did she.

"I'm a student who doesn't learn the swordsmanship of a teacher. Can you call that a disciple? That's amazing."

"But... you know what they say! To learn more from one's pupils….”

"I'm, Miss?"

Asher gave a smirk. It was a clear mockery.

"You've got a lot of jokes.”

"Hey…."

Leica clenched her fist because she thought Asher was ignoring her, but the truth was the opposite.

"I won't be able to learn anything from you."

The talented do not understand the untalented. Because it's obvious to them. Those who fail to do the obvious things are frustrated, and eventually give up. I've had enough of that experience.

"It would be a waste of time to have a girl as a student. I don't intend to."

She has something to learn from him, but he has nothing. Asher wasn't a good man and he didn't have plenty of time. In the end, Leica dropped her head with a haggard face. Asher glued her hips to the straw.

"That doesn't necessarily mean no."

"Huh?"

Leica looked up. Asher smiled. This is an opportunity for him. Then you should use it.

"If I get a permission from the lord, I'll consider it. What do you think?"

She nodded absentmindedly.

***

Put your left arm on your back. Spread your feet and hold the ground with your right hand. Bend your arms, straighten and repeat.

I wonder if it's been that long. His arm trembles. He stands up and touches his arm.

"Twenty times."

Asher frowned. Only 20 push-ups with one arm. I can't help it because I'm young, but it was too weak. It seemed like it would take a year if it could be raised to the level that it liked.

'If things go well, we'll have plenty of time.’

Asher picked up the sword thinking inwardly. Both arms screamed, but ignored and swung the sword. The Imperial sword slowly unfolded at the tip of his hand.

'How's it going by now?’

It was time to talk. There's one suggestion he made by Leica. I was asking the lord to cut his employment. She nodded softly, as it was natural for her to become a full-fledged teacher anyway.

If you succeed, you will have 10 hours of free time a day. Even if he teaches Leica, it's about two hours at the most. It's a gain for him, not a loss.

I had the thought to teach her this and that if it worked out well. It's a completely different lesson from what Leica thinks.

He laughs and moves the sword.

The muscles scream. cry out that one's mind is at its limit But it doesn't stop. How many hours did you train today?

Seven hours?

Break the wrist with a half thought. I almost missed my sword in pain, but I forced myself to swing it. Turn your body around. The waist screams.

If another prosecutor sees him now, he'll probably call him a nut. Physical is not iron. It doesn't harden just by quenching. Training must not exceed the limit, and corresponding rest is essential.

But he kept swinging the sword as if he didn't know it was a break. The whole body tried to stop the movement, saying it was the limit, but it moves with will.

It wasn't that he didn't know. There have been several times in my previous life when my body was broken beyond the limits. Had it not been for the origin of the high priesthood, he would have died. It was crazy, but he didn't stop because of it.

'This is all I have.’

He has no talent. You can't be stuck somewhere and learn from training your mind and use a strange body movement. He was not a genius who exploded in one or two real-life fights. It was just a dullness that could not move forward except for steady training of the body.

If you don't have talent, you have to make it up with it. The screaming body is forced to move. After one more hour's movement, he collapsed.

know by experience If you do a little more here, you really go for the goal. Training is possible only with proper rest. Others may not feel appropriate, but he did. A pleasant pain spread through the whole body when the muscles were pressed.

'Why am I born again?’

When my body rested, I thought of miscellaneous things. He thought of himself as nothing but a human being. I don't have talent and that doesn't mean I'm smart. It's not bad, but it was never the realm of genius.

There was no regret and no regret at the end of life. He led a satisfactory life of his own. But I was born again. Reincarnated. I couldn't understand.

'I'm nothing.’

I laughed at the sudden thought. Maybe not.

a sodmaster

great human horizons Sodmaster. Even before he died, he got there. Just thinking about the memory makes me smile.

He was not wrong after all. His way of saying that others were crazy was not wrong. I was overjoyed at the fact. But there was a question.

How come the color of the orer.’

It was widely believed that the color of the auror follows the color of the eyes. The sodmasters he saw didn't get away from it.

However, his oracle was white, which was completely different from his eyes. The color of the eyes of today is also gray. It was far from white.

And one more thing.

Hold the sword with your trembling hands. Move your body to the front of the tree. Lift the sword. The oracle does not manifest. The senses are alive, but they are not as responsive as a blocked bank.

But he hits the sword. The muscles explode and pull both arms.

Whoo-hoo!

The air explodes, and the trees shake. The fallen leaves slowly come down and block the view. Touch the squeaky muscles.

"That's weird.”

It was unknown. This power. And the reason for reincarnation. He looked up.

'Capital of the Empire.'

the gate of the sword there

Maybe that's where you can answer it. I'm thinking of leaving on the day I turn 20. Until then, train your body satisfactorily. That was the current plan.

A few hours later, Reika came to him with a tired face. The answer was acceptance.

***

Swipe a sword. The trajectory is drawn and the air is drawn. The tightly held hand shakes smoothly and cuts the air.

"What's the matter?"

I stopped the sword. I brushed off the sweat and turned my head.

There was a woman standing there. It was beautiful, but it was unpleasant to see the doll's expression without emotion. She shook her head.

"Nothing."

"Let's go then, shall we?"

He spoke casually and began to wield the sword again. But she didn't move. Still an emotionless face, but with some blank eyes, he was looking at me.

'I'm tired.'

It bothered me, but I didn't stop the sword. I've been experiencing for days that I'm not even a woman to go anyway. Don't worry about it and keep dealing with the sword. Twenty years of skilled swordsmanship are held at the fingertips.

"Why do you go so far?"

"What?"

I asked back at the sudden remark. The mind is distracted, but the body repeats the engraved memory. Lower your body and turn to put the rebound in and cut it. Go straight ahead and stab. She still began to speak with a brusque face.

"You have no talent."

“…….”

This is really.

I was wondering what you were talking about. Swipe the sword again with a soft face. If someone else heard me, I would throw a sword at her in a fit of rage, but I didn't respond. It was not something I had heard once or twice.

"So what?"

"You can trust me because I'm talking about it. You, you don't have talent."

She said as if to pronounce. I looked at her indifferently.

"Maybe I'll never get out of the Imperial sword. Of course, with time and experience, I'm not weak as a warrior, but… But it doesn't change. You don't want that kind of life, do you?”

"So find another job?"

"It's the right way to find your talent."

"What the hell."

I snorted. During the conversation, the body was practicing sword art. Hundreds and thousands of repeatedly carved swords do not shake.

"That's disgusting, but yes. I'm not talented. You'd be better off teaching a kid on the street than me. But what do you want me to do?

This is the path I chose. If I had intended to spill over on my talent, I would have given up when I graduated from the academy. But I didn't let go of the sword.

"I'm doing it because I want to. So don't make fun of your mouth and get lost."

"…Really? Then there's nothing I can do. It's your life."

"How many days have you been looking at me to say that?"

"Because the work is done. For a while, I came to see a man who is well-known for his leisure. It's true."

"You'd be more famous than me."

The sword stopped. I don't remember its name, but I knew who the woman was. The genius of the sword, the monster of talent, and the youngest sodmaster.

"Did you know? I thought you didn't know because you didn't respond for a few days."

"Should I at least praise and respect a woman who can't turn off even if she's told me to?"

Her face was painted for the first time by the tiresome tone. He smiled lightly as if he was having fun.

"At least people who walk on the path of the sword did. Or send a look of jealousy and hatred. But you're unique. It's not hatred or reverence, it's indifference. It was worth coming to see. What's your name?

“──.”

"Yes. -- I'll tell you one thing.”

She laughed. A twisted, deranged smile headed for me.

"You won't achieve anything. Your talent is as disastrous and useless as it is. The only thing I've done all my life is a handful of barley grains that are neither enough food nor good enough. As a prosecutor, I'll go back to the ground without even becoming a third-rate prosecutor. That's your future.”

"So. What's your name so proud of you said.

He spoke plainly. She chuckled.

"Lephenia. Lephenia Harvest."

***

I opened my eyes.

“…….”

Asher raised her upper body by clearing the blankets. I felt a young body that felt a sense of separation from the dream. I shook my head to my senses.

It's a dream.

It's been a long time. Besides, the dream of my previous life. I couldn't get used to the way I talked when I was young.

Le Penia. When he became an old man, she didn't change. It was still beautiful and twisted. He's still alive. What would he be doing?

"Whoow."

I got up from my seat. It was not the time to indulge in these misconceptions. Laika will be waiting by now.

"Kick."

Suddenly Asher laughed. She always told him. You don't have talent. Nothing will ever come true.

But what about it? He has reached the end of his life. And now she learns her sword and teaches it as a teacher of a kind of future. It was so funny that Asher couldn't stand it.

In the end, she burst into laughter. The sound filled the room and spread out. How long has it been since I laughed like this? Thirty years? Forty years? Anyway, it's been a long time.

"You're wrong, Le Penia. Always wrong.”

giggled out of the room