The God has moved to another world.

The country named Nojin Rao was an island country, in a temporarily isolated environment from other regions.

If there was peace there, there is no such thing at all.

It was a country worthy of calling itself "a country with a bloody history" from the perspective of other countries, where so many struggles continued to be waged in a narrow area of Ningro.

Even now that national relations have been established with other countries and civil strife has subsided, the soldier of Nomaki, "Samurai", is a feared presence on the battlefield.

Even though it is now peaceful, the "Samurais" continue to grind their fangs.

It may be said that it is no longer such a species.

Neither Gantu nor Nagaku were such wild samurai.

It was years ago.

And the earth of the gate was held in a house, as an old samurai.

He was born in the house of Samurai, a gateway earth, but being five men, he was, so to speak, luggage.

He left the house with the intention of leaving for public service in an effort to make the house a little easier, which was not wealthy.

Sounds good when it comes to you, but the person you serve is old Samurai, who left active duty.

In short, he is a good health caregiver.

Of course, the families of Gate Earth and the people around them all knew about it.

Some felt pity for the gate soil, but the person at the time was not so pessimistic.

You can work under Samurai knowing the real battle.

The thought had given Ning Lo joy to the earth of the gate.

Noma-kun is at peace.

There is no civil war either.

There's no fighting outside either.

This is a time without war.

That can be said of a time when there is no point in living for what lives in battle.

Samurai is more than just fighting, naturally.

It is also Samurai's duty to fight warcraft and bandits and sometimes to arbitrate disputes in order for the people to live in safety.

But it was also Samurai who lived and proudly worked in battle.

Samurai, unsuitable for peaceful times, abandoned the country and was scattered all over the world as mercenaries and adventurers.

Its activity is echoed even by its fatherland, Mayu Nomoto.

Born around the time the war in the country began to run out, the gates and soil had never been in a war.

When you grow up, when you grow up, you can do it with one arm.

With that in mind, there were many times when I missed the adults going out to war.

But standing on the battlefield wasn't enough.

Is it happiness or unhappiness?

Gate soil didn't know.

However, it seemed to me that serving the old Samurai, who had launched several martial arts medals, would bring him a little closer to the battlefield.

"You've never killed a man before."

That was the first word the old Samurai went to the gate soil.

I felt like they grabbed my heart.

I stopped breathing and sweat erupted from all over my body.

Old Samurai laughed joyfully when he saw such gate soil and broke his expression.

"Good thing. Times have changed."

To the old Samurai laughing like that, the gate soil could only give a pompous look.

times when big wars were still happening every now and then.

The old Samurai was nicknamed "Fast Run," and was a literal fierce general touring various battlefields.

When there are, lead a few gestures and cut into the enemy formation. At one point, serve as your lord and show off your allies brilliantly.

The action, he said, was precisely lion excitement.

Nevertheless, it's something you can't beat the year you stop by.

By the time Gate Earth started serving, he was already living in hiding.

The story told me that when I was younger, the momentum was gone and I was just an old man who had calmed down.

The moment Gate Soil met that old Samurai in person, he wanted to beat those things up.

True, it may look mild to you and look like a sneering old man.

I've never had a taste for martial arts, it just would seem so to people.

Gate earth was like a man who had waved a sword before he could reach his heart and lived to become a samurai.

Therefore he became aware of that which lurked among the old men.

At first glance, the gate soil felt was as intimidating as the dragon had stared at it.

It was in that attitude that I realized after my early-bearing heartbeat had subsided and I regained my calm.

Straightened back, its supple body.

Above all, its hands and its feet.

The Raptors were a race with far superior legs than any other species.

Its leg strength shows tremendous power as long as it works out.

If you jump, it's slightly over a dozen meters, and if you run, the beast boasts a speed that you can't catch up with.

Only with its speed and strength can the Raptors handle a special weapon called a knife.

Therefore, it is said that the tough leg and the hand for not removing the knife in the movement using the leg are areas that truly represent the strength of the samurai.

What about this old Samurai hand?

The fingers remain slightly curved, probably due to the fact that I kept gripping the knife all the time.

Thick and savvy, the muscles are still rising that seep through the force.

How's the leg?

Even though it's a big, round-the-clock thing, it doesn't feel like it's moving.

The movement is perfectly smooth and supple while wearing heavy armor called muscle.

This is exactly what makes Samurai ideal.

Yes, even young gate earth could tell.

This old Samurai hasn't lost his power when he was still making a name for himself on the battlefield.

In spite of, on the surface, it determines leisure hiding.

With a gentle smile and a solid samurai testimony behind her waist.

While in doubt, life began as an entourage to the old Samurai in Gantu.

The job of an old Samurai entourage was quite busy.

First, the morning is early.

By the time the sun rose every morning, old Samurai was awake.

And he's waving a heavy wooden knife at the garden tip.

At first, it was the gateway soil that had become clear to its impending appearance, but at times it had even started to wave a wooden knife with itself.

Gate earth used to go to the dojo when he lived in his parents' house.

Since that time I have been working out this hand well, so I was happy to be able to do that even when I started serving.

What surprised me nonetheless was the accuracy and strength of old Samurai's bareback.

The cutting-edge stops perfectly on the ground, shaking a wooden knife much heavier than the soil of the gate, a young stretch.

It means that the weight of the shaken wooden knife is completely held down.

The first thing to wave a knife is said to injure his leg first.

Because I don't have enough muscle strength and I can't stop a sword I've shaken.

This old Samurai shows it beautifully.

This is amazing.

This bare gesture continues from when the morning sun begins to rise until when the sun rises and the city rises.

The number of times, it would be hundreds.

As the gate soil flutters, the old Samurai stops his bare hands.

"Well, let's make it dinner"

With these words, the morning workout is finally over.

Old Samurai was the one who wouldn't do anything about eating dinner at home first.

Make sure you leave the mansion and go into some store for dinner.

Nomaki basically eats in the morning and evening and twice a day.

Manual workers and those in power also had three meals.

That's why this old Samurai eats three meals a day.

Gate soil was greatly surprised by this.

Old Samurai is indeed a powerful man, but he doesn't seem to need to eat so much rice because he doesn't work now.

Yet this old Samurai eats an unthinkable amount of rice from a very old age.

Nor is that such a qualitative thing as a single juice dish, but all the things that were out of reach of the gateway soil that was living in poverty, such as sashimi, pots, etc.

What was even more surprising was that he told his entourage, Gate Soil, to eat it as well.

I didn't know that I would eat three times more luxurious meals a day than I did when I was home to reduce my parents' food support.

At first it was a reluctant gateway soil, but it was due to certain words of old Samurai that we stopped doing so.

"When I say Samurai, I don't know what time I can eat it. It's part of my job to eat!

I don't care if they say so.

I work as an entourage, but the dream of Gate Earth is still to stand on the battlefield as a samurai.

After breakfast, Old Samurai often went into the mountains.

There are hot springs in the mountains near the city, where you can grab them.

However, old Samurai often mentioned unexpected things.

Do it, "The road to the hot springs is soaked" or "Take the rocks and plug them because the water is leaking"?

It moves the horn body on the rabbit.

Doesn't that mean do it to the gates and dirt?

Say you'll do it yourself.

The road to the hot springs is quite steep, and it is quite difficult to get there.

It was surrounded by trees, and the tools to fix the road, if poorly done, could not be done without even the rocks taking charge of the mountains and going up.

No way am I going to have nothing and let old Samurai do that.

When Gateway said he would have it, he was surprised that Samurai said, "Stay out of the way."

There's nothing I can do to disturb you, because that's what Gate Earth does.

I managed to convince him that the gateway soil would hold the luggage, but when he tried to get into the mountains, at some point the old Samurai carried the same luggage.

When Gate Soil asks me what's wrong, I get this answer back.

"If you two go, you'll be able to carry it for two. It takes a job."

That's how you climb the steep road faster than the gate soil, so don't worry.

The gates and soil follow them so desperately that they reach the spa while they flutter.

Then, repair the hot springs, repair the roads, etc.

When a paragraph arrives, it finally enters the hot spring.

Going down the mountain, we have another sumptuous lunch and now we take a trip to the medical center.

Old Samurai is making out with the old doctor there, and he always goes out for tea.

While you two are talking, the gate soil will just be time to wait.

Old Samurai told me to take a tour in a nearby dojo.

When I quickly went to that dojo, apparently we had already talked about it, and they welcomed me with pleasure.

It was a real pleasure to be able to see an audition in the dojo because it was a gateway earth that had always been familiar with martial arts.

As there is a word for archery, swordsmanship is an archery when you look at a practice landscape.

For a while it was the gateway soil where all I had to do was stare at the archery in the corner of the dojo, but at one point, I was uttered unexpected words.

My brother-in-law mixed me up and asked me if I could do an audition.

Gate soil was happy to jump up to this suggestion.

I also forgot about the morning archery and the labor in the mountains at noon, and eagerly encouraged the dojo archery.

When the audition was over, sweating in the well and returning to the old doctor's mansion, the two stories were largely over.

And he's playing chess on the edge with a bickering.

Wait, don't wait, it's a sword curtain that's about to catch up with each other.

The only way to do this is to laugh bitterly at the gate soil too.

Where the battle has been won, the old Samurai will follow the old doctor's mansion.

Tomorrow I will win. But tomorrow I will break up with you, but somehow these two horses fit.

Other than the chess thing, we are really close to each other, so we don't know what it is to be human.

By this time the sun is already tilting, so we'll just have dinner somewhere later.

The shops the old Samurai chose were still luxurious and full of trendy shops.

Both the old Samurai and the gate soil ate well so as to heal the fatigue of the day.

If your belly is full, all you have to do now is sleep.

Such a life lasted a year.

It was one day.

The old Samurai fell.

Until then, the gate soil was a heartfelt surprise just because it was completely the same as usual.

And I was even more surprised by the stories my family told me.

Samurai had been sick for over a year.

It can't be fixed, it's incurable.

Yeah, it's been a year.

That was just when Gate Earth began to serve the old Samurai.

What the hell does that mean?

To questionable gate soil, the old Samurai told this.

I've lived on the battlefield all my life, and I never thought I'd die of disease.

When he dies, he thought it was on mud, something his enemies cut him to death, but apparently he dies on a tatami.

That, too, says there's a whole year between them before they die.

People said it was an unfortunate thing, but it seemed like tremendous luck to me.

If you know when you're going to die, it's because until then you've spent precisely the money you've accumulated in battle, and you're going to enjoy it.

Even if I wanted to, I tried to do something I didn't.

First, rice.

Let's eat something delicious every day.

That's what I thought, it was time to check around the city's diner.

He said he found an interesting child.

The war is over, a peaceful world, but a child with sharp eyes and a pointy temper as if looking for even the enemy.

Samurai had a lot of deals like that.

But those who were so murderous were almost mercenaries out of the country.

It was interesting and intriguing for a child to have such a temper.

Check it out and say it's the five boys who go to the dojo.

Then I want to try to raise them at my disposal, and that's what I thought.

Needless to say, the child is about the gateway soil.

He let himself hang with him, let him wave his sword, let him work out his body with manual labor, and let him do his archery in the dojo of an acquaintance.

Of course, I wouldn't say that to the person.

However, I tried to do them indescribably in the form of keeping up with the old man's daoism.

The reason is, it seemed interesting.

I'm about to die anyway.

You could have that kind of morality.

At first I thought to that extent, but if you actually did, how about that?

I guess I originally had some serious personality of my own, but didn't I grow up looking at it?

Now he's a fine, samurai face.

Young is flattering.

But I'm about to die.

Doing so, Gate Earth, I give you some money, and I tell my family to spare time.

Live as you please.

You can go to the battlefield, you can be an adventurer or something, you can serve somewhere.

Use those arms, those moves, whatever you want.

Then a few days later, old Samurai fell asleep for good.

The end of a man who ran around the battlefield and was called the "Fast Run” was truly serene.

As the old Samurai put it, the gate soil was given considerable gold and spared time.

However, that wasn't all that was given to me.

A sword was given to him.

That was what Samurai used to carry on his hips when he was running around the battlefield.

A year.

It was a short time.

It was just time for all sorts of things.

Various stories and problems often popped in to old Samurai, who was like a face role around him.

Helping solve them was one of Gate Earth's tasks.

The closest I saw of the admired and knowledgeable old Samurai was the gate soil.

I didn't know, tears were spilling.

Tears that didn't flow either at the funeral home or on the sleeping old Samurai pillow, how could they have flown when they were eating rice?

I have always had no idea what it was like for old Samurai to be dead.

But when I was eating, I noticed it.

Come to think of it, I've been eating dinner with old Samurai for the past year.

After eating dinner alone, Gantu finally felt that old Samurai was dead.

He drew the rice in tears and remembered that there was a fudge.

I heard it at dinner, it's an old Samurai story.

There are all sorts of Warcraft demons in the world, and some of them fight them.

There are different countries and use different sorceries.

I used to be very, very unable to go to those countries, etc., but now there are some ships that go through the sky, which I can easily go to.

It was a terrible time, he said.

By the end of the meal, the mood of the gates and earth had been set.

Let's see the world with our own eyes.

Let's see a lot of things with our own eyes.

It will be quite dangerous on that road, and you won't know what it is.

What, I have an arm that Speed Run admitted to me.

It will come to pass.

This is what I want to do, and for the first time I sincerely wanted to be.

I'm sure old Samurai will give you a push, too.

It is an auspicious day when I think of it.

Mentou put all the gold he received from the old Samurai family at his parents' house and took a journey with only one knife in his hand.

It is a journey without that, so to speak, to see the world.

The sharpened knife was slowly and carefully returned to the sheath by Tonak, the "hardware store" master.

Passing it to Gate Soil, which was sitting nearby, he sighs out loudly.

"No, I'm surprised. That's a big deal. I didn't think you'd see a sword like that here."

"Ha-ha-ha! This is what Shishi gave away from the Master of Life! It's nothing more than a sword!

When the gate soil receives the knife, it is pulled out of the sheath.

I've been watching the work process for a long time, so I don't even know for sure, but I just wanted to check with my polished partner once.

"I don't think I'm gonna sharpen a knife in this land!

"As a matter of fact, I used to go to No-man Rao in my studies. That's when I learned. I'm not happy with you. Maybe I can. Well, give me a break."

"What the hell! No, no, no, no. You're doing great!

In fact, that grinding up was satisfactory enough.

I was really lucky to meet a craftsman like Tonack here just because I couldn't take very good care of him on the journey.

There is no cloudiness, and the surface of the knife, as calm as the surface of the water, tells the gate soil that Tonak's arm is certain.

"I see. I'm studying at Nomaki! So I'm not saying this finish is going to have a point too!

"Ooh. That country. Then I let you learn a lot. At first I thought eels were such disgusting fish eaters."

"Ha-ha-ha! It sure doesn't look good! That's a pretty good snack, isn't it?

"Right! I was surprised to actually try it, too. I can even take it in the river around here, but now I can't believe I'm not eating it!

Baikim, the fairy listening to the two conversations, looked disgusted.

The eel is almost unchanged from the Earth and also lives in the "Sea Plains and Middle Plains".

Baikim has such an incredible look at eating an array.

"The first time I ate it, it was definitely a store called Mitsuya. It was delicious."

"Oh, it's Mitsuya! Isn't that a riverside shop called Sakuragawa in the city called Nethand?!

"Yes, yes! Exactly! What, you know the store too!

"I was often taken to the store by the life teacher I talked about! No, no, no, no! This is not an odd thing!

"Not at all! This is an interesting week! You two met Samurai, and one of them is a guy who's been to the same store!

Both of them slap their hands at Tonak's words, with the way the gates and soil exaggerate.

"That was it! Lord Tonak! Isn't that Samurai called Lord Mizuhiko?

"Ooh! Exactly! Why, do you know him?!

"No, no, actually, it's up to you to come to this city to find Lord Mizuhiko! I didn't know you'd meet Jen so soon!

"What, he's a guest here too! I know the bunk, so I'll see you soon! Hey, ByKim! You run away alone and call me!

"Heh, heh! A point of agreement!"

Baikim, who was sloppy, pops out like he was in a panic.

Seeing how that was, Gate Soil laughed delightfully.

"No. Nevertheless, it seems sincere that it is blessed with the edge of man!

With a heartfelt joyful laugh, Gate Soil slammed his knee.