Seirei no Moribito

Seven years ago. In a certain port town.

"This disgrace!

The voice of an unfriendly, hard-headed father yelling at his son like that echoed from among the most splendid houses in Port Town.

"... how come I don't remember raising her like that..."

The voice that follows is the sound of a mother crying and sobbing, pessimistic and pushing her ideal son.

"... brother"

The voice was a wise and serious brother who understood his brother. He's the only one who looks at his brother worried.

In continuing with this rotten family, he was my brother's one and only beloved brother.

And

"What do you think about signing a contract with a spirit?" You disgrace!

With that anger, his father beat up his brother, who was gawking at his parents with no expression.

My brother's body hits a wooden shelf, and what was on the shelf falls overhead. The vase, one of the objects on top, smashed and broke, and a muscle of blood flowed from his forehead as if it had been cut with fragments.

But there was no one but my brother to worry about.

He controls his brother with his hand trying to get closer, and his brother wipes his forehead with his sleeve and stands up. Don't change one facial expression.

No, its face was sharper like a sharper blade than earlier, and it had become a cooler object.

'... so what?

A brother who does not break his fortitude with such a father. The killing temper that wraps around his brother gradually thickens, but his father, unaware of it,

"The Spirit is a tool! Language interruptions such as being treated as good for tools! You...!

'... that's why I'm telling you. Because they handle spirits as tools, the "Spirit Tree” keeps demanding that they dedicate "contributions”. The Spirit is not a tool. If we do not build trust on an equal footing, this city will perish in the same way'

I kept saying that over and over in the past, my brother who had managed to make me understand, but this time it was the same.

"Come on!!"

with that anger. His father beat his brother up again,

'Look, the Spirit is a tool. If you want to be in a position of tools and destroy our home, you are no longer my son! Don't ever show up in front of us again!

I gave my son no hesitation.

In contrast,

'That'll be clean. Come on, I was sick and tired of this kind of exchange, and I'm sorry I got turned into a "tribute."

That's how my brother throws up and tries to leave the house as it is. However,

"You, leave that knife."

Stopped by a mother who, in an instant, drew tears with her father's declaration of marginalisation.

"It is the family heirloom of my“ Travis ”family and an important knife that I have had my eldest son inherit for generations. Not enough business for you to have."

He doesn't even care about his mother's attitude, which has changed as if he were telling others, and his brother tells him to look.

'Oh, I totally forgot. If I take it out, I might use the family heirloom to kill them all. [M] That's what you care about. "

My brother pulled out the knife he had always raised without releasing his skin, and threw the blade and sheath of his extraction at each of them to return as he passed beside his mother, father and two faces. As if to mock the two people who screamed outrageously,

"What. I knew you were afraid to die."

Don't hesitate to hit the kill, then my brother left the house this time.

With swirling anger and hatred in his heart, he walked, releasing his killing spirit around him, and gradually it cooled, and at the end only vanity remained.

My brother took a small sigh of relief,

"Oh, I can't believe those are my parents... really, I'm unlucky... no, we..."

Hitting and changing from earlier, he murmured with a calm voice of his own.

My brother's hometown, which has thrived using tools where his father says it is, was still busy today.

Fresh fish are wholesaled, weavers sell freshly made clothes and decorations, and the vibrant residents of the harbour town cross to the open-air shop to the arms dealers who seem sorry to operate in the corner.

The brother, who saw a knife lined up by an arms dealer, stroked the knife he lodged on his right hip lonely.

'Ha... that knife was user-friendly... sorry, thanks for everything'

My brother approached the arms dealer, expressing sincere apologies and gratitude for the last abusive use and the love knife he had worked so hard for himself.

The arms dealer first exposed his confusion to a rare guest,

"Ah... Welcome"

I manage to respond with a loving laugh.

While I am uncomfortable in this city, which is forbidden to shed blood, I nevertheless approached my brother with anticipation for this store that is open, but I turned my expectations into disappointment with the sad grin of the store owner.

"What kind of business do you want?

Keep your love laugh spreading to the words of the store owner.

"Duplicate swordsmanship…" Travis ”is the proprietary swordsmanship of the genre, but I've lost a knife and I'm looking for a new one."

Lifting to his brother's waist is a swing of a knife on his right hip.

politely offer that to the store owner,

'If you can, it's equivalent to that... if you can't, you manage to get a knife that's no less than that. I don't mind the power or the cleavage there.'

My brother says so with a loving laugh dozens of times better than the store owner.

On the other hand, the shopkeeper must have realized that he was the notorious "Code Breaker Travis” in the city, with his knife far superior in quality to the name of “Travis” and ordinary weapon that a rare customer said.

Turn the wretched grin into a hurried grin and receive the sword,

"Please wait a moment."

The shopkeeper pulls the knife out of the sheath with careful hand arrangements and appraises the knife.

Having perceived the unfamiliar from the arrangement, his brother decided to wait relaxed because it would take time, and turned around gently to see where he could spare time.

and

"Brother."

My own brother was there when I was out of breath.

He gave me a slightly surprised look that my brother was there, but soon he smiled softly and gently.

What's wrong with you?

He was a loving brother to his own parents, except for his brother.

A wise brother who is a good brother's understander but has a different faith from his brother. Sometimes I looked just like that father who wasn't accommodating, but still the only flesh parent for my brother.

My brother, who grinned and inquired as usual,

"My father sent a message to my brother." Don't ever speak the name "Travis” again, you ungrateful bastard "... because"

'I don't remember asking you to raise me... and would you put that down?

'... well, that's a brother word'

My brother sighed all the time not to say what he expected.

To my hard-working brother, who I thought was always annoying, I can put my hand on my brother's head and stroke him, and bounce him to stop because he is ashamed of my brother.

But...

"Brother... are you leaving this city...?

I give my brother a sad look, and my brother gives him a very lonely look and returns the answer.

'Naturally. This city is uncomfortable for me only to fight, and I don't like how those guys say it or slap me in the pussy... every single day. I think I'm going north to see it. "

'Not like here... in a northern village where spiritual faith flourishes?

My brother nodded,

"Ifried also advised me to go north and see."

"... your brother really signed a deal with that“ Great Spirit of Fire "...

'Yeah. It was tough until I signed the contract... yeah, why don't you summon Yfried here?

'... no, I'm interested, but I'll stop. My brother was a stranger in this city, but because he was a respectable and kind man to me... I don't want to damage my brother's reputation any more. Besides, you can't let the Great Spirit summon you here, brother...'

'Um, well... But you're the only one who can say that to me. [M] Thank you.'

I only show it to my brother, he says with a heartfelt grin.

'... yeah. After all, your brother is different. It's strangely warm and gentle even though you're a combat idiot... oh, apart from your father and mother'

'Except for those two. I've never thought of myself as a parent, and my only flesh and blood parent is my brother now and ever. I can't believe this is happening someday. "

Besides, I don't even think I had an edge in the first place, my brother adds.

Enjoying such a conversation between two brothers, the shopkeeper brought a single knife.

"It is a knife of the name struck in the centre (Centoria). At your strength, you will be a little short… '

My brother receives a knife from the store owner and slowly pulls it out of his sheath.

My first impression is that it's light. More than that “Travis” family heirloom knife, more than the knife that was down on his right hip.

The body pulled out of the sheath is steel, but the patterned area is slightly dark green, and the attribute is “wind” based on its color.

'Sure, it was the wind that went well with the flames, wasn't it?

"Just right for a flaming brother."

After gripping the pattern with both hands and making a light bare gesture with the familiar hand, hold your breath and roll out one move.

"Elegant slaughter!

Power-oriented and spectacular power deep. The moves my brother preferred to use were not very powerful with a light fit. But the stone fragments with the attributes of the wind splashed as if they would hang the chase,

"Flames of power, winds of swiftness... more and more just right for your brother"

The fact that my brother thought the same thing became the deciding factor in the purchase.

My brother, who delivered the knife quietly and neatly,

'Then this is it. How much?

"It will be 13500 gard"

It was more expensive than I thought, but not a bad purchase.

pay with gold coins taken out of your wallet,

"Thank you."

I gave the knife I bought to my left hip, and the owner gave me the knife back to my right hip, stroking the knife like I loved him, and then I looked back at my brother.

My brother just said he was worried.

"... brother, be careful"

'Yeah, thanks for dropping me off. I'll see you somewhere else. "

My brother laughed brightly at his cloudy expression brother and left the city lightly abominable in his footsteps.

My brother, who then dazzled off, clouded his sunny expression again,

'... really, be careful. - Brother Leo......'

The remaining brother stood there for a while, guided by his brother, who would carry all the difficulties.