Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"It's hard every meal time.”

Leica said with a sulky face. Asher turned her sword and opened her mouth.

"What."

What are you talking about? My mother is prying her head over heels! What's wrong with your face? Are you sure everything is it's going well? Like that! It's so hard."

Laika shouted, covering her head.

She liked to eat. Food and entertainment was one of her pleasure. But I couldn't enjoy the joy anymore. All I had to do was eat in a hurry and get out of the way because I was afraid that Benia would ask.

"I think I'm going to have an upset stomach... I didn't even have a proper meal... It's getting dangerous....”

"Really?"

Asher closed her eyes.

the First Lady of Venice

a child raised in the days of this body as a newborn It was all thanks to her that he could work as an employee without being kicked out.

"It's going well."

"What?"

"No. This side of the story. Stop complaining and grab the sword again."

"Yes, yes."

Leica grumbled and gently lifted the sword. He complains with his mouth, but he does it with passion. That was her.

"You said there was a blockage yesterday, right? Open it up again.”

"Okay."

Leica collected her breath and gave out a sword. The speed at which the trajectory was pointed to the front was difficult for ordinary people to follow. But Asher said sharply.

"Too fast."

"Isn't it good to be quick? It's hard to respond.”

"It'll be fine when you're competing against a less skilled opponent. But if your opponent is using a bayonet or focusing on power, you're the one who gets beaten. Let's make it simple.”

Asher picked up a thick club. I stood in front of Leica and waved my hands.

"Come here."

"Ew…."

Leica was groaning with a hateful face, but her body was already in position. I'm done with my education. She grumbled her sword away.

"Hmm!"

She stabs the sword. Asher looks at the end of the sword.

She is immature, but talent is an absolute indicator. The speed she's seeing now, he won't be able to keep up with his life's training.

But it doesn't matter. Asher holds the club and swings it. The weight overwhelms the speed and pushes along. Leica hastily wraps her arms around her hair. Roll the ground with a dull sound.

"Gasp!"

"Like this. No matter how fast you go, you can guess the trajectory by looking at the posture. If you press it with force, it's over. If your sword focuses on speed, it's a complement, but it's not Le Penia."

Lephenia's swordsmanship is welcome. swordsmanship that twists and mislead movements If we focus on speed, it's the main event.

Leica spat and spit.

"Thanks to you, I can definitely feel it. I like everything. I like everything....”

The color of the saliva was red. The blood mixed in my mouth seemed to have gone bad. She curled her face up.

"Can't you cut it short?”

Asher was excellent as a teacher. Reika, who was learning from someone for the first time, could know.

As a captain of the guard, he taught so many people that he was quite used to guiding someone.

Explain the shortcomings, complementary points, and strengths, and give advice. It is no exaggeration to say that it is ideal. If there's a problem, just one.

"But it's the love of the aristocracy. What should I do later if it's so full of wounds? You can't even get married."

"You asked me to teach you, but now you're in trouble? Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"I know that. But my mother keeps worrying about this scar. There's a limit to looking around."

Leica grumbled. But Asher didn't mean to teach differently. The body must be imprinted with pain before it can be forgotten. That was one of his theories.

But that's not the only reason. Asher had a shaky foundation. Originally, it was safe to say that no one liked this body because of its owner's actions.

So call those who have good intentions. Asher grabbed the sword.

"Then today's training ends here. Do the rest on your own."

"What about you?"

"As always. Same as ever."

Asher began to swing the sword.

a clean, perfect sword

Looking at the sword, Leica opened her mouth blankly. The more you learn about the sword, the more you realize that it is not something you can accomplish simply.

a perfect swordplay, a movement that can't be pointed out. That was Asher.

How can that be so untalented?’

Laika grumbled inwardly. Not knowing about reincarnation, she had no choice but to think so. But at the same time, I thought it could happen.

After finishing her training in the morning, she was practicing as much as in the morning when she came back in the evening. It is no exaggeration to say that you always hold the sword except for sleeping time and eating time.

Asher looked crazy to her. I wasn't wielding a sword to achieve something. He seemed to be alive to swing the sword.

It was amazing, and there was a sense of alienation. But one thing was for sure. You're not like her.

"…why are you trying so hard?”

Laika asked and laughed. That's why I try. That can't be possible.

Asher said calmly.

"Just."

"…just?"

"There's no reason.”

It's the same as when I first heard the sword. I know you don't have talent. You'll have a long way to go before it ends. There was a time when I was frustrated by the fact, but it didn't stop.

Just, like living, wielding a sword. If there's one, the end of the sword. The last thing you can reach on your own. It's just for the place. The answer made Leica squint her eyes.

"…that's why it's strong."

"It's weak."

"Do you want to keep talking nonsense? What makes you so weak?”

"Hmm."

Asher narrowed her eyes. He was weak. It was an undeniable truth.

But more than that, the present world was more fragile.

Is it because it is peaceful?’

The previous generation is the age of heroes. Everything that threatens human beings fell into the hands of heroes.

Thanks to this, mankind has found peace, but the black, which is useless, is bound to become dull. The village was three times more focused on force than in its previous life.

The same goes for other places. It's not bad, but something got caught. Asher closed her eyes to an indescribable sense.

with a rattle.

The door opened before the thought continued. A girl came in and leaned over her. Leica frowned.

"I told you not to come in while I was training."

"I'm sorry, miss.

"Get out now. Later....”

"Don't do that too much. He just showed me around."

Leica trembled at the sound of her voice.

She opened her eyes roundly and looked at the person coming in. A beautiful old middle-aged woman and a knight stood there.

Leica groaned.

"…mother?"

Venesia laughed quietly. The maid slowly closed the door and went out.

***

"You said you were okay."

Venice took a step forward. Laika stepped back unknowingly. Venice was still looking at her with tender eyes, but stern eyes.

"I came here because I was worried from a mother's point of view.

"Ha. Ha...."

Laika smiled vaguely.

Looking at those two, Asher thought.

Are you finally here?

The only person who now has a favor with him was actually a permanent resident. She could have been enslaved or kicked out, depending on her judgment.

But she didn't come to see Asher for some reason. But he couldn't go to see him. You're an employee, but you're a private employee. It doesn't make sense.

So, let Benia come. If her only daughter is covered in wounds, she'll have to come. Even if you vent your anger, Laika is a shield.

Then she came to visit. Asher stared at Venice.

After finishing the conversation with her daughter, she turned away. What kind of emotions would it contain? Anger? Suspicion?

Eyes met with Venia, and Asher flinched.

"Hmm. Hmm. Asher. Long time no see."

She refreshed herself with a false cough. However, his body was restless and he was shaking as if he wanted to touch it right away.

“…….”

What? That was weird. My heart tickled. Asher bowed her head. As he lowered his head, Venezuela came up with a surprise.

"Are you sick? What if you have a fever? Let's see."

She smoothed Asher's forehead. Warm body temperature reflexes Asher. Venice flinched at his attitude.

"Sorry. You were too free."

"Oh, no."

Asher shook her head. What's wrong? I can't control my emotions. Whenever I see warm eyes, my hands keep moving. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"Long time no see. ID Benesia.

"You're from Venezuela.”

At the words, Benia slightly hardened her face. She kicked her tongue and shook her head. He spoke affectionately, as if to accuse his child.

"We're the only ones, and there's no reason to call you that. I raised you no matter what happens to you. Say what you used to say."

She looked at him with warm eyes.

"It's my mother."

There's only one thing in that eye. It was the affection of parents for their children.

"Ah."

At that moment he realized. He had never received affection from his parents in his life.

As a child, his family was poor. And like most common people, the eyes that parents looked at him were not affection, but labor that would become useful.

Sending him to the academy was also an act of such emotion. The feeling that you would be responsible for our old age.

It was no different from entering the guard. There was an eye of mockery, admiration, and admiration, and there was no affection for it. The same was true when raising a adopted son.

Not everyone understood him except the few, and the few were children's affection. The quality was different.

Funny enough, it was the first time that he had received full parental affection. The heterogeneous sensation gripped Asher's heart. Benia was surprised and shouted at the article.

"Caron! Call a doctor now!"

"You don't have to. Oh, my.

I felt as if I had eaten something bitter. It wasn't a bad feeling. He laughed.

Venice winked at Caron with a serious face. Caron had a discontented face, but he calmly retreated to where he could not hear the sound.

"…what's wrong with you? Tell me. I'll do my best.”

"I…."

If you want to deceive, you can deceive. I know the roughness of the situation unlike in Reica. With a few words, this innocent woman will soon accept it.

But I didn't want to. I didn't want to deceive anyone who showed this feeling.

"I've lost my memory."

He laughed bitterly. How will she react? My throat has become parched up.