The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

The revelations in this case are extremely simple.

If you want to state objective facts, the two people who are supposed to be leftovers, both tourists and exile nobles, just caused a rub in this territory.

I heard where the place was, the city, the boulevard.

On the other hand, passers-by stories clearly say that an old man named Nuri is bad.

I mean, if you go out into the legal arena, the tourists will probably win.

But he couldn't believe that to tourists. So I'm not willing to go to a place of law. If you want to let me out, tell me to take myself down and show it to you.

I don't know what the judgment of the law will do in this land, so at least let me see it with my sword.

That's what he said, he's still drinking tea in a cheap tavern that's about to break.

"Thank you very much for your patience"

"Oh, lord's daughter."

Relax in a rough store, a swordsman with an Arabic night feel.

On his hips he lowered his opposite sword and his brown face was very stern.

There is so much room for an elegant face that I don't see myself waiting for a trial.

Exotic beautiful man, look at him like he painted it......

"Sansui, don't let him get hurt later."

The lady was laughing with great pleasure.

Well, certainly from a man's eyes, he was a very big winner.

"I wasn't bored. That was busy inside, here."

"I'm sorry, but it looks like someone tried to use unjustified violence against you. Apart from this matter, I thought I would punish you correctly. It's only natural that you don't believe our laws in this kind of mischief."

"What, there's nothing if you put it on my sword to that extent"

That's what I say, stand off the counter. On top of that, he was gazing at me standing beside the lady.

The age of the appearance is probably a little above the lady and a little below your brother.

I would like a miracle to happen that this man will like your daughter, but I have to suppress him before I do.

"Is that where the man does it with the most powerful swordsman in this country?

"Yeah, everyone in this country knows, the strongest swordsman. This is Sirokuro Sansui, sword saint with a child's face."

"Ho... the warriors in this country were overdressed, but do they fight as they are?

"Yeah, 'cause he won't let the other guy slash one of his clothes"

The lady was silent and in a good mood.

'Cause it's a compliment given by an equivalent opponent for your options.

The tourist in front of me is confident from his voice, and what a lady preference.

"I see... then it's narrow in this seat, shopkeeper! I took care of you!

Fresh and exotic swordsmen leave the shop at the end of the day.

And he walked right past us.

"I was finding a good square in this city. I'll see you there, my most powerful swordsman in the land."

Nothing to be ashamed of. How cool he is, he walks straight down the street on the table.

Maybe there must have been something about that old man causing a commotion with him, too, as a man.

Even if you look at me like this, there's absolutely nothing to take lightly. You must have thought a lot of things about him before he was so handsome in body and mind.

"Dear Sansui... please, please take a moment"

"I'll do my best"

Maybe I'm laughing now.

I was glad they felt strong as swordsmen.

It's not a very good thing, but I can't lie to myself.

Following his back, I walked down the street.

That's how I get to the place after just walking for a while. There was indeed a square.

It didn't have an enclosure, it was just the center of the city, a big 'middle of the road'.

"If you ask, there will also be executions here? It will be an obvious consequence for everyone, not only strictly."

"Right."

Payments had already begun.

That, on the contrary, would have increased the number of wild horses, but that would certainly not have caused any extra damage.

For the two swordsmen to cut each other off, it was a plaza with no complaints.

"I won't let anyone pinch their mouth in this fight. I will take responsibility for the moments caused by the nobles under my protection."

"That's fantastic! I'm really curious! What do you say, my lord's daughter? What makes you think you'll come to my place after this battle? I like smart women."

"I will resign. More than that, shouldn't we concentrate on him right in front of us?

"No, of course I'm focused."

The cool swordsman to see was pulling out his lower back sword.

It's a one-handed sword. It's pointing at me.

While you dictate Master Pallet, you haven't moved any gaze from me.

"As for the arms of the sword, this is me who was honored by my country as no enemy. Kill him in front of you and he'll be hailed as no enemy in this country! There's no way this fight seems mild!

The opponent has a turban wrapped around his head, but at least he's not wearing a caged hand or a helmet.

Talk about the best in this gear, how much arm.

At least, you're better than a blower. With the exception of Feast Me, such a strong enemy was the second.

"Let's get started then! My name is Thoon! It's just one swordsman thon!

"Black-and-white mountain waters, Lady of the House of Sopeds, escort of Lady Doowe Sopede."

I set up a wooden knife, too.

Each other, if we hit him, we had enough murder weapons to kill the other.

Both Blois and Rain are already down with the ladies and pallets.

Distance from each other is slightly wider to be slashed with one sword.

Perhaps if both sides stepped in at the same time, we could also stick together at the midpoint.

But that's only swordsmanship reason. Definitely, in front of him was a user of rare magic.

"Then it's Sansui! First of all, protect yourself from my sword!

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it"

You can see the magic of an exotically developed sword.

That was a lot of fun.

Stand in the middle and wait for the sword.

Essentially, in swordsmanship, I refer to the distance between my sword and my opponent's sword in measuring intermission.

As boxers measure distance from each other in jabs, swordsmen move their cuttings into small pieces to give it away.

Measuring distance is very important with a sword. It has also developed the technique of making mistakes.

Of course, that's not very helpful on the battlefield. Because you get stabbed in the back while you measure the distance.

I mean, he was a one-horse odd, fun guy.

"Kuku..."

Lift your right hand holding the sword to near shoulder height and untie the position you were stretching your reach for.

On top of that, he stood aside and lowered his gaze slightly. Is this counting the bricks at your feet?

Sure, my foot is brick, so I'm sure if you count it, you'll know exactly what the time is. But how will he come from here, with his left foot and half with his left shoulder in front, taking the stand to hide the sword of his right hand?

While I'm already getting a general idea, I don't talk about it.

I wonder why I said earlier that he could use more than one magic the second time I fought the Festival.

Did that irritate him and make him stubborn?

Did you want to control him and make yourself look big?

That's it, you're right to win. But it's wrong as a manners of battle.

At least I didn't want to be rude to the person in front of me.

"Come on, let's prove which is really enough to be called the strongest!

The more those who cry out for equality and fairness, the more they consider themselves a top priority.

That was the same thing with Nuri. If you put it to him, you were given priority and deserved it, and even if you didn't pass the law once, by the force of the state, the tourist flair had to fit into captivity and confusion.

At least it was in my hometown, and it should have been here.

I understand, of course, that this is not my territory. But because I really don't know any other way of life, I couldn't stand that I had done so and wouldn't.

"Kuku... now he's gone too"

Nuri also watched over this stand with the surroundings. But just watching, that doesn't mean. The important thing is the result, he thinks.

A man named Thoon is not wearing protective gear, and even that kid's wooden knife would have enough scratches.

Later, you can either have the doctor treating him in custody, or let the detention guard hold that much money and kill him. That's what I thought.

Or, as it were, I was hoping that poor minister kid would kill me.

And I'm also thinking about what happens if it fails. Rather than that, that was the fate.

There's no way a kid like that can fathom someone he can't get his hands on. It's natural to lose, and you have to lose.

Whatever the course of that battle, if Thoon wins, he'll name quite a few winners.

A pleasant victory before the masses. At that alarming moment, a capable self placed sniper shoots an arrow in a crossbow.

That would kill a man who could be any horse's bone.

It was really sensible and the right decision. We should almost certainly have achieved the goal of killing Thoon.

"Damn, there's a rare magical user of barbarians...!

I hate to admit it, but the strong one is thon. I didn't know he could use 'magic', but even if I did, I wouldn't have won at my gesture. Well, it's not something only one swordsman can manage.

'I didn't know I could actually see this depths......!

Thoon was of the highest talent, best educated, inspired with the highest enthusiasm, and had gained the skill known as Deep Righteousness with twenty-two youths as a result.

That will only be noted in the ancient documents, and the actual users, he said, were not among the three in history.

Its depths were difficult moves that presupposed the use of rare magic and could not come without simultaneously extremes of both its magic and sword moves.

It was only natural that Thoon, having mastered its depths, would leave the country in order to ascertain its power, or in search of someone worthy of using its depths.

Those who cannot be slashed in this depths are not human beings, their depths of absolute confidence, but they have not yet been used.

A rare magic user who excels in combat who also fixes swordsmanship doesn't exist that way, such as an opponent who normally fights and can't win.

If you want to drag me out to a place of judgment, show me with your sword.

Maybe that's what I hoped for, because I was looking for someone to wield that depths at all.

"The world is wide......!

Thoon laughs. Finally, I met someone who said that even if they were slaughtered like this, they would be cut down.

A swordsman of great skill, who deserves to use Deep Righteous.

I didn't know that was a boy who looked younger than himself.

"Oui-yi -"

Before the immobile boy, carefully gauge the intermission.

And the magic was about to use swordsmanship.

"True Shadow Dance!

Seeing the sight, everyone who was watching the game was blinded by Toon.

The body of Thoon, who did not move with his siderests, blurred. Shortly afterwards, Toon himself grows and slashes.

Rare magic 'Shadow Down'. It is a magic that creates and manipulates its own identities.

I can increase myself, even though it sounds convenient, but I could say that the fruit is very difficult magic.

Firstly, the identities that produce are entirely the operators themselves. In other words, injuries, illnesses, etc. will be reflected intact, and speed and arm strength will never be exaggerated.

If he is not good as a warrior, it is magic that only surprises him, to the extent that the number of ordinary husbands has increased to a few.

But with a first-rate swordsman, it becomes a vicious magic with no one lined up in a melee that can be attacked by a few masters.

(The total number of identities I let go is ten. Now how do I do it?!

The vicious thing about shadow unloading was that no matter what happens to the body, even if the injury to the body can affect the body, it will have no effect on the body.

You can carry out exactly as many assaults without fear of death as you want, with total no-risk.

In addition, it also has the strength of one human being to disappear if it takes some damage.

In other words, if you let it go forward, it can become a wall of people and protect the sorcerer. Even if the magic of fire and wind destroys all of his identity, the operator, Thoon, is safe.

"Come on!"

Viewed from afar, Bulova was in love with one strike at a time as a swordsman.

A split body that jumps up and slashes from the top, a split body that pushes forward and pokes, a split body that targets the side as it circles in. All of that was a sword worth calling a special.

It's not just the blowers. Everyone was blinded by the rare magic of a suddenly growing exotic.

No one was paying attention to the mountain water swallowed in the shadows released.

And in being swallowed, the mountain waters were moving forward.

(Regardless of the shrinkage, it is usually slashed by him just for falling back. Even if avoided on the sides, it is slashed. You can't stay on the spot, naturally)

There is a division released aimed slightly farther away than where the mountain water stood, and there is a division that comes around and surrounds it. The discernment released from the front, but completely refused to leave.

That's why Mountain Water moves forward as he dodges his split machete.

(A siege net of swordsmanship using a split body. But if you are first class as a swordsman, it is quite possible to notice the hole)

(Yes, the depths by this division are alive only before!

Assuming you intercept with swordsmanship, this depths will be slashed from the other nine while you are slashing one.

To get out of the body is not outside dodging as you move forward.

(This hole can be spotted if it's top notch)

(Yes, if you're a user, you'll know!

We just have to move on. And I know when to get out of that hole, too naturally if you are a user.

((If you get punched in there, avoidance is impossible))

Thoon holding the sword himself and typing it in at that time.

While I am amazed to see the mountain waters cut out of my torso completely intact, but convinced of victory, I am not allowed to fight back or defend, it is slashed with a blow with all my weight.

I switched the sword I had in one hand to both hands, flashing from the big upper section as I stepped in heavily.

(In addition to the delicate manipulation of separation, the surgical logic assembled its own sword. Exactly Deep Righteous......)

The mountain waters were admiring when they saw the thon coming in.

It was just the perfect depths and it seemed impossible to break this with swordsmanship reason.

I'm intact and I broke through, but it's only a dead body. In this position, both defense and evasion are unavoidable.

Like his own master, to his forefathers, who made magic extreme with their swords. I couldn't help but have respect for him for taking it and mastering it.

On the other hand, Thoon, who should have had the opportunity to show off his depths completely, was stunned.

Not for the extraordinary skill of completely slicing through and avoiding the slaughter of one's own body.

There is no wooden knife in the mountain water, in its hands, or on its hips, that should have sliced through the depths it should have been able to cut.

He didn't know what it meant.

(Where's the wooden sword?!

The answer came down from that overhead, of a toon that was swinging and leaping.

A wooden sword was thrown upward and forward at the same time as the mountain water before being surrounded by the depths. That was hitting the head of the toon with a light noise.

"Huh?!

If the sword was thrown like a throw, the hit on the head could have been near intermission and instant death.

But just thrown with a parabola, a light wooden knife. If it was serious about iron, it could have been heavy and sharp and injured, but not with a wooden knife.

Precisely enough to surprise the thon I was typing in.

And that momentary gap had become a pebble sandwiched in the gear of a precision machine called Deep Righteousness.

"Rude and rude"

The mountain waters stomped as he shrugged himself, hitting the foot of a leaping toon that he couldn't shake down, in a moment where he shook himself all over himself and then just shook him down.

Jump forward with all your might and that foot hits something.

That way, whatever you had in your hand wouldn't change the outcome.

I mean, I was hanging on and flipping in the air.

"Nevertheless, one thing is settled on this"

A toon that rolls onto the ground paved with bricks, without even being able to take a passive.

Two wooden knives and his own sword were poked at his throat as he lay on his back and groaned.

"It's like a boulder..."

"Yes! It was wonderful!

"Daddy, wow!

The battle that ended with the result that Thoon's clothes were just dirty, that is, the result that the two nobles wanted.

His lord, colleagues, and daughters were dropping by as usual elsewhere with the still grumpy toon.

And those who disliked the result were also often bewildered.

"What happened?

Something in Nuri's eyes that he watched from afar. That meant that the toon that unleashed a large number of identities was sometime turned upside down and suppressed.

Plus, worst of all for him, Toon is just sleeping almost intact.

Yet no one is trying to shoot their gestures.

"No, why doesn't anything happen!

Because of this, he said he pre-checked the right place for sniping and placed it there to do it.

Why is my subordination not trying to do anything?

Behind him lay the knights of the Caputo family.

"You hate me, Nuri."

"- What?!

"This city is under our jurisdiction, not to mention that square is also a place where celebrations take place. Because we are more familiar with it than you are, such as a place where it's easy to target."

"Ko, this is...!

Nuri, who was watching the game from the shadow of the building, did not know how to explain it to the knight behind him.

I'm not bad, that's the truth. Do not let yourself be judged. That's true, too.

But reality betrays it. All his own hands will have already been captured. I never speak of who ordered me, but it is nevertheless clear that it is my own subordination.

"- There's a reason for this! Get the pallets, get the pallets!

"Rest assured, the trial will now begin again. If you have something to say, state it there as much as you like."

"~ ~ Don't be ridiculous! Why would I have to go out like that!

"Whoa, whoa, if you can't get out of the law place, that's because it can be annoying. Isn't that what you said?

It's not like Nuri has never been on trial either. Except it's a trial you're set to win.

That's what a trial is in the first place. And yet why is this happening?

I lose, there's no reason to go to trial like that.

"There is no such thing as going to a place of law because there is nothing nasty about it. Didn't you say that about him?

"Don't put me in line with a man like that!

"That's not for me to decide, it's for Master Pallet to decide. May I, Master Nuri? This is not your territory."

As the picturesque fallen aristocrats were taken unknowingly, Toon, who returned to me, was on one knee, taking a gesture of thanksgiving and asking the mountain waters that had defeated his righteousness.

"We lost."

"Yeah, that was a brilliant move."

"... but let me tell you something immature. Why did you break my righteousness so easily?"

I understand the logic.

That Deep Righteousness is a technique that exquisitely drives enemies and punches them in without having time to let them set up their institutions.

By reason of that, Toon had to do his own punching with a machine that was indistinguishable, and if he was attacked with a sword that would not throw stones there as a result, it would not have been possible to avoid it.

I can see that precision is why they attacked that precision backwards.

But I didn't see why I could do that perfectly at first sight.

"... first, the moves of separation. If this is available, the operating method is narrowed down into two parts. In other words, is it surrounded and slashed at the same time, or is it a push from restraint to special by attacking with a time difference? It will always be one of them."

The important thing is that more warriors became a mass battle.

And if you're going to deal with an individual in a mass battle, you're either going to be surrounded and slashed or you're going to be slashed and pushed by time difference.

Then it would have been easy to tell if you predicted at which time the split would be slashed.

"Your identities were not all slashed at the same time, but clustered together every few of them. I mean, it's something that limits and directs the escape route, you can guess. And I predicted the end of that lure after watching the movement of the separation, and threw my sword toward where it was slashed. Your massive identity has hidden my movements."

"In that moment, that much judgment?

"No, I had prior information. You fought a nobleman named Nuri. They all suffered a lot of wounds. That was either cutting everyone to their opponents… spreading widespread slaughter like doing with the magic of the wind. But you were definitely measuring your time. Then at least we stepped on no random ranged attacks."

Range distances also exist in the magic of the wind, but reach farther than bows and arrows in boulders. It was something I didn't need to think about on that occasion.

Well, to put it that way, the nearby horses were also in danger.

"Plus, even if you slash and tie everyone to your opponent, you can't be unharmed if you're chambering a large number against them. I said," I didn't even seem to be consolidating myself with magic or anything. "That makes no sense to carefully measure the intermission. If you can travel fast, you don't even have to chamberlain. If so, it will be natural for you to think that your slaughter has increased or that you yourself have increased."

"Then he said he was somewhat guessing my 'shadow down'"

"Yeah, it was easy to imagine around there because I have my own fast-moving mind. So...... I was quite concerned too and thought I'd rule without using 'magic' as much as I could"

Just to be clear, we had to wait for the opponent's split attack to pass if we backward retracted.

I guess I dared to ride the enemy's invitation without doing so because I wanted to confront him with swordsmanship reasoning as much as possible.

"That identity... it's not remotely manipulated or autonomous thinking, it's preemptive input... that is, it's just a identity that does predetermined behavior. That's why I was amazed at its sophistication. A coordinated attack by alone from restraint to the last blow, it really made sense. You've got so much training, so strange."

"... it's a complete defeat"

As a swordsman, Thoon, who had been defeated against him in front of him, wished him as a thanksgiving gesture as he sparkled his eyes.

"There are no two words for a man, let's take any judgment as it is. But... if I had my life after that sentence, would you please make me your apprentice?"