The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I killed you by mistake, actually."

I can't believe this is actually happening in my life, and I can't hide my surprise in a boulder.

Because I was a regular high school student, and I was walking with one hand on my smartphone, and it went dark right in front of me, and when I realized it, I was standing on a fluffy cloud, and I had a gray-haired, white-haired grandfather in front of me.

"Yeah... that"

"Um, black and white, not you, Yamamizu."

"Yes, I do."

"Your name is too old-fashioned to blow out a lifetime candle by mistake."

A lifetime candle?! Did something like that Japanese old story actually exist?!

In a way, it is more surprising than the divine reincarnation that will take place in the future.

I didn't know human lifespan was set by candles...... or that God would blow it off.

"I mean, it's definitely my name old-fashioned, but that's why you don't kill me."

"That's why I think it's so bad that I've ruined your life."

"Something... light."

"Nothing. Your life isn't the only one that's become a mess. It's not in Non's good intentions to help you."

What a sight from the top! I can't believe you just think it's bad, even though it's totally your fault!

There's no consciousness of sin, no sense of shame, this grandfather!

"Though... I can't bring you back to those days in that world. You've already had your autopsy, your funeral, your cremation, and all your family members have had their lives."

"The passage of time is more intense than I thought?!

"I noticed the mistake quite a bit later. I said yabe. Hey, it's been hundreds of millions of years..."

"Oh no... so much time"

"Do you feel like Taro Urashima? Arr well seen in SF or something"

"No, God. That's not what you listen to. Careful over here for a second!

"Well, that's not it. I'm sorry about this one, too. So, with the support of Non, let's send him to a new world."

Something's unfolding that I promised too much. But I just don't know what it's like to be realistic.

I was dead a long time ago because of God's mistakes, and so is my family.

I mean, I'm subjectively like a time slip into the future.

Even if you are transferred from one world to another in this situation...

"Nevertheless, there's nothing like starting over with a baby. Don't ignore the will of your parents."

"Subtly humanitarian things..."

"But imagine, because of the pain in the stomach, the child gave birth, in fact, the contents are adolescent kids, and the feelings of their parents who were milking them even so"

"Kill the child who gave birth with a stomachache, it won't be"

"Anybody can't have a baby with a stomachache."

I wonder what this inexplicable conversation is.

Anyway, apparently, I don't mean to start over with the baby.

"Nevertheless, even if we live in a different world, if we throw it out like this, we die as it is"

"Oh, I knew you'd give me some strength?!

"Nanriri. Something like this, hope or something?

"Then I want to be the strongest and twee me!

"Aren't you ashamed to say it yourself?

"Ugh!

I'm told something terribly common sense. I do think so, too.

But even if you think about it, do you need to choose a risky life to move to a different world?

To be honest, if I can choose, the terms are fine.

Why should I throw myself into what may die?

"I want to avoid risks but I want glory...... distorted"

"I don't want the guy who killed you by mistake because his name is old-fashioned."

"Let's see. Do something about it..."

I started to write to you.

He took the brush out of nowhere, filled it in on white paper even though there was no ink, and gently sealed it and gave it to me.

I'm not asking you to read this.

"Give this to the man I'm about to send. I wrote to make the Lord my disciple."

"... eh"

"Well, in short, it says to work out until the Lord calls you the strongest."

"Are you trying?!

I was wondering if you could give me some wonderful powers.

But no, it's a pattern of trying completely to be strong!

Blah, not unlike cheesy guys from the start to be objective, but it's a pattern that makes a significant difference to us!

"Whatever you say, if you want to be strong, it's natural to train."

"Didn't you think it was bad for me?!

"So this is how I write references, you're really not God's tattoo. Thank God he doesn't take apprentices."

"You just wrote one brush!

"Yeah, well, I'll train you till you're strongest."

"Just kidding ~ ~!"

"If you think there are any disturbing signs... a guest from another world"

In front of me, there stood a child who seemed somewhat petty.

Looking around, it's just in the deep woods. A native forest out of people's hands was surrounding me.

I was obviously floating in my high school uniform, as the elementary school kid said.

Wherever you look at it, you are a man with a foreign sense.

"But no luck, we'll keep this neighborhood away from people. I'll show you the way, but it'll take a while. Be prepared. Well, if it's the Lord's leg... it'll take a week."

"No, you know, the..."

Could it be that the child in front of me is the role of my master that God was saying?

For poor dressing, a wooden knife at the waist. If I do it, I'll talk old and stinky.

It doesn't matter where you look from, it doesn't feel like the 'only one'.

In the first place, children don't live alone in places that take a week to reach people.

Honestly, the kid in front of me doesn't look that strong, but still, I can't think of anything else.

"Oh, you know... take this..."

"No, you said it was a reference? Hmm...... Hmm"

The letter I gave you, or a Japanese-style letter that would be more appropriate if I said a letter.

I started reading it and he looked indescribable. Maybe you look like you don't like that god as much as I do.

"... ha"

I got a big sigh.

Whatever you think, it's not a child's sigh.

"Well, I'll make you my apprentice."

"Oh, yes."

"Nonetheless, the archery of Non is tough. Be prepared."

With that said, the dressed child began to walk, standing on the leaves of its tall weeds, in the lush woods.

He is like a master of some kind of fist technique. I don't even like to cast some kind of spell, and what kind of principle is that?

"Oh, speaking of which, Lord, what's your name?

"Black and white, mountain water."

"Well, that's a good name. The name of Non is Suibok, the Immortal of Suibok."

Immortal, when I heard the word, I was falling.

Sure, age is the only child, but there is a sense of immortal abandonment to judge from the outfit.

If you're talking about immortals, I can understand that you do look young.

"Are you a Immortal..."

"Um, there is generally no mistake in the immortals your Lord imagines. A superman of immortality who manipulates immortality, plunges into deep mountains, and dawns into training."

Explain yourself well and lead me.

This one is totally student clothes and athletic shoes, but I was still behind.

The other side stands without trampling and vandalizing the weeds, but this side draws unfamiliar mountain paths. That's awkward.

"Nevertheless, I ask the Lord to be a Immortal because he will be a disciple of Non."

"Can I be a Immortal?!

"Whatever, if you ask me about Non's guidance."

Somehow, it was a comforting word.

Right, if you train under this guy, you can be the immortal of immortality!

That's awesome, maybe even better than the strongest?!

"Right......!

"I'll show you to Non's house first, so follow me there. Training starts tomorrow."

"Yes, Master!

"Uhm, I hope that will continue for a long time"

Shards and laughing masters.

Yes, my days for the strongest were about to begin!

That evening, I was supposed to sleep on the floor of the elegant cabin that feels like an urn.

It's stiff. It's cold. It was hard to say it was luxurious, but I swallowed it because I was going to be an immortal apprentice...

The next morning, when the sun rose, I was given a wooden knife.

That was a single wooden knife, the size of it everywhere, the weight of it that would be everywhere.

"The training is simple, the Lord will now wave his sword every time the morning sun rises, repeat it until the sun sets, rise with the sun rise, repeat it until sunset… until the sun is good"

"... I'd like to ask you..."

"What?

"Okay, what's the standard?

"Until you decide you're the strongest."

"How long does that take?

"Don't... Lord, if you didn't have any talent... you could still be strong in five hundred years!

I understood at this time that I made a decisive mistake in making the most important choice in my life.

I just wanted to escape, and that's what nature is all about as far as my vision is concerned. Nowhere to escape.

Besides the fact that Mitsujin in front of me is trying to train me with utter goodwill, the content of the training is too normal...

But I'm not ready to barely swing at me for five hundred years at this point...

"The strongest, it takes so much time to get to the word. Kaiku-no has also worked for a thousand years of training, but he still can't see the end of it. There's no end to your training!

It's not, I don't want to be that full of strength!

Here's the thing, I just want to look big on girls and stuff, and I just want to bump them out, so it's not about being the strongest!

I want to be the strongest to have fun in my life, and I'm not going to dedicate my life to be the strongest!

"Let's start with the first wave! It is a bare gesture that has been so repetitive for Non, and so repetitive that it will continue to be for the Lord... but one important thing, I am ready to bow myself to the sword! If you don't forget that, any day will come! That's what a sword path is!

I was too immortal to make a sound.

I couldn't even feel the godliness of the gods I had just met, but I wanted them to add a little touch of hand to the immortal immortals in front of me.

Um, you don't mind a Immortal with something a little less serious, do you?

Thus began my five hundred years of training.