Twenty years.

a gap from his death to the present What does that mean? Simply thinking about it, you could have just survived 20 years later. Reincarnation itself is unprecedented, so there's nothing strange about it in any way.

That's why I doubt it. If he had a purpose of revenge, he would simply be reincarnated and not questioned much. I would have tried to achieve what I couldn't in my previous life.

But he had no such grand purpose. It was a satisfying life, and I had no regrets. Reincarnation was not luck, but an unknown thing for him.

"...you look so serious. Are you all right?"

Leica asked hesitantly. When I touched the mouth, it was hard.

'I thought I was trying to get over my feelings, but I guess I wasn't.’

Asher smiled lightly.

"It's just that I have mixed memories. I'm fine now."

"That's a good thing. Do you have any more questions?”

"Yes. Oh, there are two things left. Lady's last name is Halvark. Is that right?"

"That's right."

She nodded her head. It is the same castle as the lord, who ruled the territory since he was young in his previous life. The fact brought a strange sense of relief.

"And...how did the second year die?"

"He fought to conquer the West and died in battle."

"Yes…."

Asher murmured mixedly. The child, whom I have seen and taught since birth, died. He was called the Iron Emperor, but he was just a son of a friend.

"Yes, I'm fine now."

"Rest when you're tired. I'll tell you today.”

"No, I have to do what I have to do as an employee. Then let's keep the deal. Lady."

the swordsmanship of Rephenia

It was popular with female prosecutors because it was a swordplay made by Lephenia, the owner of the North, who was one of the few female heroes. However, a person who was trained enough to be used in real life was put in his hands.

People thought it was a matter of talent, and it wasn't wrong. Sword art is to overcome human limitations. There's no room for anything but talent.

But there was another reason. And it wasn't a problem for learners.

"You'd better slow down your movements by two."

"You, slow? I think you're slow enough.”

"That's the problem with the sword. Let's give it a try it.”

"Okay."

She picked up the sword without hesitation. The tip is bent like a snake. It was slower than before, but there was less shaking. Leica opened her eyes round.

"...really? What is it? There was no such thing in the book!"

"That's normal speed for the creator. They have different body speeds than normal people."

How did you know?”

"That's it…"

This is what the person who made it whine about every time he drank.

I couldn't say that. I just laughed it off.

Leica smiled brightly and hugged him.

"Thank you! Asher!"

"Uh. Um."

There was a gentle smell of perfume. The flesh and the flesh met each other. My heart beat.

"…the mind is old, but the body is healthy."’

There was too much irritation in the young body. Asher pushed her away.

"You can do it the way it is, anyway. A hundred and ninety would not even realize half of it if I told you this. Because you're talented."

He had no talent in his body, but he had an eye for it. There are thousands of them who have passed under them.

"What about you?"

"I'm not talented."

It wasn't that I didn't learn how to use Le Penia's swordsmanship. But I gave up in less than a day. A sword that moves like a snake? The snap didn't work.

In the end, the only thing he achieved was the imperial sword. Because it was a simple grammar, growth stopped in youth. Experience-induced improvisation has increased, but the sword itself has not changed.

'No. Is it different now?’

It was born with a new body. Talents are natural to the body.

Suddenly his heart beat.

I thought there would be nothing more to learn, but I saw the possibility. I was itching to wield the sword right away.

'But first of all, the basics.'

It's the body that needs to be raised. Nothing could have been achieved with this humble body. From the beginning, again.

He swung the sword. Leica looked at him blankly.

"I've been feeling this for a while... Are you really Asher?"

"Or who?"

"The swordsmanship is so neat."

Asher exclaimed with admiration. Can you read that? Indeed, he was talented and seemed to have trained steadily since he was young, seeing the calluses of his hands. That's about enough.

"But it's still the Imperial sword. It's no better than self-defense."

"Well, that's true. Oh. What time is it now?

"I think lunch time is already over.”

"Oh! I had an appointment! See you later. Asher!"

Leica rushed out. Asher laughed the back of the scene. It's a cute kid. Whenever I see such young children, I sometimes regret. If he had had a child, if he had met a whole family and a wife, he would have had a different life.

"Hmm."

He caught a sword. There was nothing to think about. He is not a changing human being. The air has split.

***

Asher grabs the stick. Take a step back and cut up. Twist your hand and hit it. Pull your feet forward, and cut them wide.

Whoo!

The wind split and the leaves shook violently. He smiled lightly at the muscle pain felt in his arm.

'Is it basic now?'

The muscles began to frame. The performance of the week was considerable. Still, it was far from the previous body, but it was a body accomplished by decades of training. It was incomparable.

"Whoow."

It was time to start working. Asher put the cut log on the bottom. I picked up the ax and hit it down. The log split in a crack. I brought another log again, and I knocked it down. This was what he was given as an employee.

'It's a waste of time.'

His working hours are ten hours a day.

Considering other employees, it's not a long time, but they still ate nearly half of the day. I didn't have enough time to train myself. I was dissatisfied with that.

"When I was working as a security guard, I was able to train myself on the job."

That's what the job was all about. So there was a security guard. It was not that I couldn't train myself to pick firewood, but it was not enough. It wasn't enough to satisfy him.

"Yeah."

I was going to relax, but I couldn't help it.

Break a log. Throw the split, and put the new one back on.

After adjusting for a week, he figured out how the body was here.

Asher said she was not originally hired, but abandoned in front of the lordship. Lady Yeongju, who was struggling to have a child at the time, said she saw Asher and brought her up inside the castle.

After one year and three years, she gave birth to her first son and second daughter, but Mrs. Yeongju still cared for Asher. He was not allowed to be adopted due to concerns over his misinheritance, but he treated him accordingly. That's why I've done all sorts of things and I'm still in this mansion.

Thanks to cheap work, I had to work as an employee, but it was still quite a treat. I've grown this much, but I can't believe you show this much affection for a simple employee, not a adopted son.

They're good people. All

Quick!

Hit the little log axe. Break a log and edge it to the bottom. Asher kicks his tongue and pulls his arm.

a quadduck

It's weird.’

This body is weak. They say the basics are ready now, but literally the basics. He cut down a log, but he had no power to break it to the bottom.

But the axe contained more than that power. I frowned and swung my arms around, but I couldn't feel anything.

'I don't know a lot of stuff.’

I reached for the log, but it was the last time I cut it. I had to cut myself from the mountain. He put his ax on his waist and left the door.

As soon as I entered the village, I felt scornful eyes. Asher crossed the center with a nonchalance. As I got older, only my face got thicker. But Youngjoo still cares about him. No one was directly harmed.

"The garbage is passing by!”

No. I guess it's not there. He turned to the voice from behind his back. Young rather than young. The boy, who seemed to have just turned 16, was laughing with a man touching both sides. The fancy dress is elegant.He looked meaner than mean.

Asher bowed politely.

"Good morning. Master Luke."

***

the eldest son of a lord In fact, he was a man of unrivaled power. And like everyone else, I hated him. I don't think he's very liked either.

Luke touched it.

"You're not very well. I can't believe I saw trash in the morning. Don't you know that? You can't be a commoner like yourself."

Residents frowned at the words, but Luke didn't see them. He was a typical old aristocrat. He believed in his own blood, and overconfident in his own values.

Asher nodded.

"I see. I'm sorry."

"Even my father. I don't know why I have such a guy.”

"Thank you for your kindness."

Asher leaned down more. Lower yourself and say what your opponent wants. These guys have had enough of it, so they know how to deal with it. Sometimes I beat them up and put them in jail if they were noisy. Miss you.

But now I'm just an employee. We'll be leaving soon, but there's no reason to make a fuss. He lowered his posture.

Luke's face was smeared with a smile as if he liked the answer. However, he was soon distorted and changed to a mischievous look.

"Hey, trash. I've heard rumors lately. You changed. He's wielding a sword. What are you going to do with that? Are you going to kill me? Me, a nobleman?"

"No way."

What else can you do to train your swordsmanship? I can't stand to see it as a noble!"

It was a blemish, a forced one. The people around them knew about it, but they couldn't say anything because they were the son of the lord. A self-proclaimed noble man raised his hand.

"But I'm generous, so I'll let it slide. There are certain conditions. If you win against these two, I won't care what you do in the future. If you'd learned fencing, you'd have accomplished that much, right?”

Two men who were touching pulled out their swords. Both are adults. Asher, who is not yet an adult, was clearly seen to be no match. He raised his arms.

"Sir, I'm going to fight....”

"Hehe. Master. Can I kill her, too? I ask you to clean up the mess like you'

"Kill him!"

What a terrible mouth! A man came close and held a sword. The knife was knocked down, and screams were heard everywhere.

I don't want to do this.

Asher kicked his tongue and held up his hatchet. The axe's blade hits the blade. Rub one's wrists. Break the direction of the force and deflect it. Stab his Adam's apple with the handle.

"Kook! Kuck!"

"Crazy!"

The man grabbed his neck and rolled on the floor. Another man, smiling and watching from behind, rushed in and threw out a sword. He twisted the axe blade and hit the stomach. The man was nauseous with a breathtaking sound.

"Wow!"

"What, what!"

Luke steps backward in surprise.

He was surprised, too.

Young people are so weak.

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