Running Away From The Hero!

14. A World of Agriculture! (4)

# 3 Their Reason: An Old Man's Reason.

“Aye!”

“Ahhhh!”

The silver-haired girl's hand cuts through the air, and the pink-haired girl twists her whole body to avoid the attack.

“Excellent!”

Even I performed a surprisingly perfect dodge move, but the girl with the pink head seemed to be dissatisfied with it.

“Sis, Sis! Dad, it's time for you to go to sleep... Can we stop now? ”

“No, no! Bad kids should be punished! ”

“I hate you! ”

“Hahahaha!”

I smile at the children running around everywhere with all my strength.

If I hadn't gotten married and had a baby instead of a sword, I would have had those cute grandkids.

However, no matter how much I regretted it, it was too late.

The past cannot be undone.

I've already dedicated my life to the sword.

I have lived only by the sword, cutting off my family and kite, as well as my life.

Believing that only his skills are all about the sword.

So a year went by, 10 years went by, 30 years went by.

One day, I began to be called Sword rather than Name, and I was convinced that my faith was not wrong.

Until I was about to lose the sword.

I didn't even imagine it then.

I never thought a mid-20s prosecutor would give her the name Sword.

A battle with the current sword that is still vividly remembered.

It was a fierce battle that lasted a week.

She was strong.

He was strong as a prosecutor and a natural magical force.

But I was stronger than her.

She held the sword for a longer time than she had ever been born and lived, and that time empowered my sword in the name of experience.

But there was one more thing she was stronger than me.

And with that one difference I was defeated by her.

The difference between sword and sword!

There is no use for a sewer who uses any master sword.

That was my faith.

That's why I thought that being a sword to a prosecutor had nothing to do with any sword.

Then, what is black?

If we look into human history, we see that the Black Man was a weapon to protect himself.

From beasts stronger than themselves, from monsters, from the Horsemen.

Humans are weak. They raise swords to defend themselves.

At first, I used a branch.

Afterwards, he placed stones on the branches of the tree and sharpened them.

The bronze was then melted and sharpened more sharply and the steel melted to make it stronger.

And after realizing magic, humans enchanted the sword and made it using rare metals like Mythril to get more.

Yes. When we go back, we fight to protect ourselves with a stick of wood.

As I thought, I thought of the elongated branch I found on the road as my sword.

This is more of a black luxury.

As long as you have the skill, you can keep your sword in place with the sticks!

Such beliefs were somewhat realistic.

All challengers have fallen under my sword until the current sword challenges them.

But in the struggle against the strongest swordsman, my sword was broken.

No matter how much magic he used to strengthen it, the stick was a tree stick.

No matter how good you are, the situation reverses as soon as the sword breaks.

Still... The words I shouted as I watched the current sword break live in my memory.

Obviously.

[Misrell swords are the best!]

I told you.

And as it was, the sword was taken from me.

If your magic was knocked out, you were pushed down by your skills!

No, if I had been pushed down by the young flesh, I would not have let go of the sword I was holding all my life.

But the difference between me and her winning and losing was the pure weapon.

Obviously, I'm more delegated, I'm more aware of the sword!

With just one weapon, the swordsmanship of a lifetime was taken from me!

Since then, I've been wandering around without contacting my family, wanting to relieve the anxiety within me, but I still haven't been able to resolve the sword.

It's been almost 20 years now.

Now only the old man, Staon, who used to be a swordsman, remains in a dead, desolate village.

But every time I drink like this, I remember the old days with regret.

No, it's more silly than a memory.

Skill first for the prosecutor.

Or weapons first.

Is there anyone who can tell me the answer?

Do you know if the sword's skill reached the sky?

Or do you know the Swordsman, the master of the Kesher family, who calls it the greatest sword on the continent?

“It's empty.”

I tried to pour beer into an empty glass, but the keg was already empty.

“Phew.”

The chicken and potato dishes made by Mellon, the owner next door, are all gone.

I was feeling quite full, but I was still a little short.

“Grandpa.”

“Huh?"

I was looking at the table with Mellon and an empty plate that had fallen drunk with sad eyes, and Elise approached me and tilted her head.

“You managed to escape. ”

“I agreed to play with you tomorrow! Oh, it's a secret from my dad! ”

“Yes, yes. ”

My hand was stroking Elise's head while I didn't even know it.

He is a cute little boy who looks like he will try to seduce a man in the future, and he is also good at teaching and good at his character.

“Yes, it's Elise. What did you call him? ”

“Ah! That's right. Are you worried about Grandpa? ”

“Concerns?”

“Yes! I was worried when I saw you taking a deep breath! ”

“Haha, you caught me. ”

Seeing Elise looking at me with worried eyes, I was able to feel a little embarrassed.

I can't believe this kid sighed so hard.

Now I feel like the old man in the village is really done.

“Yes, I have concerns. ”

“Then ask your dad! He knows everything! ”

“Is that so?"

“Yes! He's amazing! ”

I nodded and laughed as Elise pointed at Meln.

A daughter who trusts her father like crazy and a father who trusts him.

I'm so jealous.

“Yes, do you think my concerns will be answered when I ask her? ”

“Yes! My father accepts any worries. Every time I have a problem, I ask my dad, and it's all solved. ”

“Really? Well, I'll talk to you later. ”

This must have been the trigger.

Here's a little word from Elise.

That little speech.

- I knew you had the best weapon!

I was able to realize the weapon was the best.

* * *

“Yes?”

Am I still drunk? If not, is my ear wrong?

“I was the sword of all time. ”

I thought my ears were wrong for a moment, but the inspiration said the same thing again.

“The sword...? ”

Inspirers in these villages used to fly when they were young! I have heard it very much.

But the sword.

Normally, you'd have to worry about your old age.

Is it true?

When I see those perfect muscles protruding out of my clothes, I can trust that nonsense.

“You won't believe it, but it's true. ”

The sound of believing because of the body will come out, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes, he's drunk! ”

As I lifted my hand as I smelled the alcohol, I felt afraid for a moment.

Is this a drunken joke, or are you just gonna get drunk and become a dog and talk shit?

I'm so worried!

“Me. It was a sword, but it was broken by a young, blue-skinned sword. ”

I'm not old enough to hear that the Old Woman's Sword is a young one, but if this old man is telling the truth about the Old Woman's Sword, maybe it's time to be young.

I heard you were roughly swordsmanship in your 20s.

“I have come to believe that a weapon to the Swordsman is enough to use a weapon of his own skill. But I was eventually deprived of the name Sword as a weapon. ”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, my beloved Sawyer was crushed by the sword of Misrill. ”

A small tree?

“Was the weapon you used a wooden sword? ”

“No, it was just a branch I picked up. ”

I've heard that the sword of all time was a madman fighting with a wooden stick... but is it true?

You really think the neighbors are all swordsmen?

What kind of coincidence is this that you're not the main character of a novel?

Is she a princess?

What's the Queen Dowager's plan?

So far, our peaceful lives have been a secret camera! And the princess comes out of nowhere!

“I had to fight with my bare hands when the weapon was destroyed. They may be weak, but they've defended the Sword until now. Of course, over time, I started to lose, and eventually I lost. ”

“I see.”

Assuming this inspiration is true, it would be great just to withstand that monstrous attack with your bare hands.

“I saw you swing your sword every morning. You're in good shape.”

“I'm ashamed.”

“No. I've already abandoned my sword... But I don't recognize your efforts. ”

It is the warm gaze of the senior who is watching his successor.

Are you... really a swordsman? - Really? - Yeah.

The anti-Semitic mind is increasingly inclined to become an omnipotent sword.

At the same time, I feel overwhelming anxiety.

On this vast continent, what are the chances that hundreds of millions of people next door are all swordsmiths?

And what is my destiny in that?

“Elise told me. I'll let you know when I see you. ”

“Ha, ha ha……. For a daughter that age, a father is more than anything else. ”

That's why we're raising her strictly.

Just a little later during puberty, I said, "I hate my dad!" Maybe they'll rebel.

I just hope I'm not the only bad girl in the world.

“It's a little hard to say this... but I wanted to ask you. As one swordsman... What do you think is more important than the skill of weapons and swords? ”

Weapons and swords?

If you think about it normally, it is the skill of the sword. If you bring any prestige to an incompetent creature, you will lose.

But...

“Of course it's a weapon. ”

“Oh, is that so? ”

“Yes.”

The inspiration seems a little bewildered by my resolute words.

“As a swordsman… aren't you ashamed to rely on weapons? ”

“Yes, I'm good with weapons. Just as it is an effort to master swordsmanship and improve your skills, it is also an effort to obtain a good weapon. ”

“But……. ”

Hey, old man.

You don't seem to understand even after everything you've said.

“You told me. That's why they call the stick the sword. that humans made swords out of stone, bronze and iron from wooden sticks. ”

“I see.”

A slight frown is still a face that I don't understand.

“Why do you want to go against it? Would a man be so stupid as to advance from a wooden stick to the Iron Age? And of course, it's more comfortable and more powerful, so we use iron weapons. ”

“That's the thing.... ”

“It's also a human effort. Well, even if the Dwarves were a civilization that accomplished it much earlier... Even if they hadn't caught up with it yet, Humans could make efforts to build the most powerful force on the continent. ”

“What does that have to do with the D.A. 's weapon? ”

“Weapons, too. Isn't it natural to use better, stronger weapons? ”

“As a prosecutor……. ”

You're frustrating, old man.

“Can you compete with me now? ”

“With you?”

“I'll make it simple for you to resolve your concerns. ”

I leave the old man nodding his head and head back to Elise's room.

“Dad!"

I stroked Elise's head a few times with a smile. I reached for the iron ingot making a strange smile.

“I have something to do with you for a while, so wait. ”

“Will it be over soon? ”