Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Asher came down the mountain, not to the north, but to the outside. He was heading in the direction of the mountain range. He went deeper and deeper through the bushes.

[...] That doesn't make sense.]

And in the meantime, Black kept muttering.

[That can't show up]]

After the monster appeared, the sword continued to deny it. Asher spoke calmly.

"Calm down."

You don't know what he's like, do you? That's a guy who can't show up.]

The sword denied desperately as if it could not.

He's impossible to sacrifice half of your human beings. That guy barely showed up in the black woods? Don't make me laugh.]

"It's what's already been shown.”

It was better to prepare for what happened than to deny it. The sword murmured after silence.

[…yes, you're right.]

The sword slowly calmed its breath as if it were a little real.

You're the hero you're trying to meet, aren't you?]

"That's right."

[Hmm.]

Nsir spoke with an air of reluctance.

[Would they help?] You and they are different.]

"I know."

Asher punched the tree in the way. When the broken tree rolled and crushed the bushes, a road was formed.

"But this guy is different. He's one of the odd heroes."

You said you'd learn about the body. I wonder if it's different from swordsmanship.]

"I'm just learning how to use force. It will help."

Asher grabbed a rock as big as a house and cleaned it up. With a roar, the stone rolled down the mountain.

"By the way, I have to decide on your names.”

[Again? Why?]

The sword answered in a tone that clearly felt repulsed. Asher smoothed the handle with her fingers.

"I'm confused."

The sword of hero murder, the sword of sword of sword of sword of sword.

I didn't think I would use the sword of hero murder so much, but this changed the story. In addition, he had a good ego, so it was better to give him a name.

[...so does he. Don't name yourself. I'll decide.]

"I don't think it's bad."

[Really.]

The sword kicked its tongue.

Why is there always a defect in one place? Its name is simply 'Penr'.]

"That's a familiar name."

[That's right] It's right. The more you get used to it, the better. And I'm the Ensir.]

said the sword slowly.

Maybe it's because you wrote it up, but it came back to me roughly.]

"Not completely?"

[Yes, you're supposed to come back as soon as you qualify, but I can only remember bits and pieces of it. I remember the name and a few things, but nothing has changed much. I mean, what's the cause?]

Nsir muttered in an interesting voice.

[I couldn't make it long, and now I can, but it doesn't come out right] It's a fascinating story under all conditions.]

"Really?"

It was only an addition to him to come. In a simple answer, he said as if he knew the sword would do that.

[Yes, you are.]

"If I hadn't gone somewhere else, I'd be able to see it."

The noise rang in response to Asher's words.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

the roar of the earth and the sky The sound as if the heavens were tearing apart rang out.

"That's right."

Asher continued to move forward. The noise grew louder and the ground shook.

Nsir muttered incredibly.

Are you... are you moving the mountain?]

"That's right."

[Wow.]

A mountain was thumping and vibrating a little bit away from the mountain range. Very fine, but definitely on the other side of the mountain range.

[Crazy]

"Are you stronger?"

The power to pull off and repel a part of a mountain range. It was strong before, but not to this extent.

I've met heroes a few times, but I didn't know there was such a crazy guy. I can't believe you're moving. I've never seen you before.]

Enshir said in a despondency.

I thought it was similar to the finished person, but I was mistaken. These things.]

Asher approached the source of the noise. Every time a roar is heard, the ground shakes and cracks. The ground was full of roughly crushed and crushed marks. These were the signs of the mountain moving.

But will it be okay?]

asked NCIR in a worried tone.

You've never had a madman in all the heroes you've met. What if he goes crazy and attacks you?]

"That's okay."

It was a near-confident answer. The hero I'm going to meet now is the one who is most like him. That's why I knew. He won't go crazy.

At last we reached the source of the noise. The ringing roar deafened the ears and shook the whole body. And there was an old man beating the mountain.

[Oh?]

Asher's body was never small. The body, which was made from repeated muscle training, was superior to a strong man. However, the old man's body was so large that even asher looked small.

The old man was two or three times taller than Asher. a body that can't be weighed down by a ouger Every time the old man punched, the mountain dug and moved forward.

"Can you hear me?"

Asher opened her mouth. a very small voice The old man stopped punching his fist, even though he seemed to be deafened by a loud noise.

"Hmm?"

The old man turned away. White hair and beard shook and a face full of sweat was seen. The old man looked over at Asher and tilted his head.

"What? You were a real person. I didn't know anyone who's been coming for the past few years would be my old friends.”

The old man shook his hand. The enormous muscles twitched and strongly self-asserted.

"Those who are not human have come often. Who are you?"

"I'm Asher."

Asher said in a low voice.

"Nice to meet you. King Walters."

***

King Walters. He was one of the great heroes of the past, and quite an unusual hero.

He didn't use weapons and he didn't have any skills. The movement of the fight was simple enough to be considered a child.

But that power. He became a hero with only his body and killed many monsters.

a man of superior power even to Maraha Simply by force, he was a hero at the top of all heroes.

"…Asher. Asher. Okay. You're in high class. You're his student."

"Did you hear that?"

"Then I heard. The damn guy came over and made fun of me all day. What do you mean I took a great guy as my student? Damn it. Who are you kidding?"

Walters moved slowly. Every time, he showed off his presence like a wave of his whole body muscles. Nsir muttered in a sickly voice.

It's not normal muscle. It's a dirty burden.]

"But I think he's a great guy."

Walters scanned Asher's whole body with interesting eyes. It was an eye that analyzed every muscle.

"So what's the matter with me? You're not here to be a disciple."

"I'm here to be a disciple."

"What?"

Walters tilted his head.

"…you high class. He's your student, isn'tis he?

"That's true, but."

"But what do you mean, student? Are you kidding me? Do you want to die?

Walters made a playful fist, and a wind rose.

Whoo-hoo!

The wind crushed the grass and blew away pieces of stone. Ordinary humans shook off the wind that would blow away like leaves and Asher opened her mouth.

"It's not a big deal even though I'm a student. I'm going to develop the discipline and use of the body."

"What the hell are you talking about?”

Walters frowned as if he had heard that the dog was on a two-legged walk.

"Your body is perfect right now. What kind of discipline is that? I can't even see a scratch on your body.”

"The use of it is a problem.

"How to use it? …Ah, I see."

Walters' eyes were intrigued.

"You just got that body. That's a possibility. But you're his student. I can't believe I have two teachers. Do you think it makes sense?"

"I wouldn't mind anyway."

"That's true."

Walters nodded.

"Hiban. That's his personality. You'd rather be a big gan student.”

"And if you were the target, you would be even more so."

"I'll ask you if you're crazy."

"He's not even a proper disciple. You just have to learn how to use the body and how to train it. Mr. Walters is not a loss."

It was too light to treat a hero. asked NCIR in a worried tone.

Hey, are you all right? Heroes are things that have honor and power. I'm sure you have a lot of self-esteem..]

"Haha! That's right! All right!"

[…not strong.]

"But I became a student. I can't teach you anything technical anyway. I'll just give you some advice."

cried Walters cheerfully. Nsir muttered curtly.

[Your days are so weird]]

"But being my disciple? You know enough about me, don't you?

Walters' eyes shone dangerously. Asher nodded.

"I know it to the core."

"All right."

Walters grinned.

"Long time no teaching, then go in and rest. It starts tomorrow."

***

The next day. Asher woke up and started warming up. I loosened every muscle and relaxed it. I asked if the movement to coordinate the whole body was questionable.

Why are you so prepared? If it's your body right now, it can't be as bad as training.]

"I told you that was crazy."

Asher said, checking the muscles of his body.

"I can't guarantee that I'll survive either.”

It's a drill, right?]

"Are you done! Come out!"

A loud roar rocked the building. When Asher came out, Walters was waiting.

"You are my 232nd teacher."

I've got a lot of students.]

Walters added.

"And I hope I don't become the 232nd fugitive."

[...you ran away?]]

Nsir muttered curtly.

[What kind of training did you do?]]

"You know my theory, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Man is weak. He didn't have the power to protect himself from so many dangers in the world. That's why we use weapons."

Man could not beat even a beast with his bare body. However, he became the owner of the world by making weapons and dealing with iron. That's the strength of man. And Walters proudly denied it.

"But that's an escape! You're armed because you're out of your mind to grow your body! That's why you have to grow your body! Harder than steel! Faster than an arrow! That's my theory!"

What the hell are you talking about?]

Enshir was embarrassed.

That can't be possible.]

The human body is not steel, but life made of bones and flesh. No matter how hard I trained, the limit was bound to be clear.

But Walters seriously preached and practiced such crazy sounds. And he became King Kwon.

"Come on! Run!"

Walters pulled his finger. There was a mountain range at the fingertips.

"How far can I go?"

"To the end of the mountain!"

"…are you serious?”

The end of the mountain range and its distance are literally the streets of the mountain range. It took a few days to run in a straight line on a horse.

Walters said as if it were natural.

First of all, it is important to figure out the limitations. If you're going to get advice, don't say it and run."

[Such a nut] I see why there are so many fugitives.]

King Walsh. His other name is lunatic.

In an unusual move for a hero, Walters accepted all those who wanted to be disciples. a pupil of a hero Countless people came to the title to become disciples, and none of them endured more than two days.

But it was a perfect condition for Asher now. Asher teased his feet. Walters followed Asher and kept shouting.

"It is definitely strong if you use a sword. With a weak body, you can get the best efficiency. That's true. But what if the sword breaks? If you miss a sword or can't lift a sword, even the most disciplined prosecutor will simply lose. But the body is different!"

Walters roared.

"The body is mine, intact! We will never miss it and never lose it!"

"I do break my arm, too.

"It won't break!"

It was ridiculous, but Walters was more serious than anyone else.

"You are a prosecutor, but there is nothing wrong with raising your body. The more you use your body, the stronger it gets. That's the difference from the sword."

Muscles become stronger as they are used.

The more you use the heart, the more endurance you gain.

The more broken the bone is, the harder it becomes.

The words themselves were right. That's the only problem.

"It's impossible to live in the world with just one body!"

Walters grinned.

"So just run."

***

And how many hours have passed? Before I knew it, the sun went down and night came. And Asher finally reached the end of the mountain range.

"Whoow. Whoo."

Asher took a short breath. No matter how hard he was, he rode a horse for days without a break, so he had no choice but to feel burdened. Walters was looking at Asher with admiring eyes.

"I never thought I'd really make it."

"Is that what you're saying?"

"I was just going to see your limitations today. But you did it. I felt it the first time I saw it, but it's a ridiculous body."

Walters smoothed Asher's arm. His eyes were filled with wonder.

"Perfect… I'm not forced to inflate it like I am, but I have strength in every muscle. What the hell do you do to have a body like this body?”

Walters kicked his tongue.

"But the use of it is awkward.

"I think I'm using it well."

"Of course most people think so. But it's different for me."

Walters has trained his body for nearly a hundred years. It was safe to say that I knew almost everything about the human body.

"I can't write it all. I can feel a sense of separation. Be easy. I'll knock you out."

Walters laughed loudly.