I do not resent-4
After that, the only time I came to my senses was when I took my own life several times.
I thought it couldn’t be like this.
If it was fortunate, it would have been that he gradually became insensitive to death while taking his own life.
Being able to keep my composure even when a sword came into my throat helped quite a bit.
Even if he died while swinging his sword, wouldn’t he be able to plan his next move right away?
It was a bit of an impulsive idea, but the place where I took a few swords and hid was a place far away from the Empire.
The dense mountain range in a place commonly called the East helped a lot in maneuvering.
It was the first time I had left the empire. I wanted to save time even thinking about what to do.
I grabbed the sword. It wasn’t just about wanting to handle the sword well. Even if it’s okay to die holding the sword, there was a desire to touch the tip of the sword as much as possible.
can i do it
I didn’t even have that thought. If it’s impossible, make it possible.
I knew from the start that I had no talent. From the moment he gripped the sword, his staggering body couldn’t even contain his proper strength.
Even if he wielded it for a year like this, it was all a little growth, so even if he wielded it for ten years, it wouldn’t change much.
Eating was restricted. It was to awaken the senses of the body as much as possible.
In the first place, there was no shortage of food by bringing money, but if possible, food was obtained from nature.
If you couldn’t save yourself, you starved.
At first, he ate food he had obtained from outside, but later, he did not even eat a bit of food until his body became emaciated.
“…ha.”
I wondered if it would be like this if I starved to death.
It was only later that I realized that the method was wrong, but the body that did not consume anything had no choice but to grow slowly.
Even so, he swung his sword every day until he collapsed.
There was no master.
All the teachers I once had gave up on me, so I just thought that if I saved someone else, I would give up in the end.
I followed the footsteps of the knights in the past.
Swinging his sword, he went alone, drawing a line in the air.
I know, I can’t get even the slightest progress by doing this.
I had no talent. It was a talent that could not be reached no matter how hard I tried, so I completed a movement that others could easily follow over the course of a month.
What I did not give up was a simple mistake.
If a simple movement took a month, he would repeat it over and over again to take the next step.
If the knights moved while finding the reason for their movement, there were times when they realized the reason and learned more quickly.
One day while swinging the sword like that, he realized that he had died of exhaustion.
When I saw the all-too-familiar ceiling, an empty laugh leaked out.
The proficiency he gained with the sword remained the same, but his body was initialized and he returned to his fragile state.
When I crossed the border in hiding again, this time I wanted to find out what level I had achieved so far.
There was also the thought that honest attacks would not be necessary if you were protecting someone.
Even if you’re cowardly, if you can win with that, wouldn’t it be the end?
When I dealt with a group of bandits with my sword, I realized that I was still lacking a lot and came back up the mountain.
“Not enough.”
It was very different from the knight he thought he was about to die while dealing with bandits.
No matter how many weapons the thieves had, quite a few knights were able to deal with them alone.
I think I trained for about 5 years, but it was only at the level of struggling against thieves. I cut my long hair and made up my mind again.
My heart couldn’t be broken just by dying once.
what have you done since then If you ask me what I did, I grabbed the sword.
Watching the sun rise, he swung his sword, but stopped when he saw the sun go down.
Even when your whole body trembles with sweat and blood, or when it rains and your whole body gets wet and chills seep into it.
I couldn’t give up. It was because he did not hold the sword with such a light heart.
The image of Mirazen dying always came back to me in my nightmares.
I couldn’t forget it even if I tried to forget it, so I barely resisted the occasional urge to stab myself.
However, dying on its own was a waste.
I haven’t fully realized anything about the sword yet, so why give up?
Maybe it was an obsession close to madness. That’s what it means to live madly with the sword.
Giving up on eating and sleeping, focusing all of one’s life on the sword.
When I came to my senses, I realized that all the trees that had grown densely around me had disappeared, and it was time to leave.
“Four times.”
That’s how many times I’ve died here, and in terms of time, I’ve spent a good 20 years here.
I know that I am still lacking, but even if I tried to swing my sword myself, there was nothing to grow.
Wouldn’t it be possible to realize something only at the moment when the swords meet.
What I learned about myself in the meantime was that I had no talent for swords to the point of being ridiculous, but I knew that I had good eyes instead.
I don’t easily forget what I’ve seen once. It was for this reason that he was able to imitate all the movements of the knights he watched from afar.
Sometimes when I heard the news of JoongAng, my shoulders still trembled at the name Miragen.
I tried to forget, but I guess I couldn’t.
Living in memory is truly pitiful.
No matter how much I remember, isn’t it all I remember alone in this world?
Even if you ask yourself, it’s just a fantasy, but I don’t know why I still can’t forget it.
He touched his forehead for a moment, then wiped his face and let out a sigh.
…It’s what I chose.
Carrying all the memories and moving forward. I thought I would never forget it.
If one day I get caught up in this act and forget the original memories, then I hope that I will die at your hands.
So I grabbed my sword again.
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The title of Sword Saint was a name that had never appeared in the history of the continent.
He wanted to give such a title to someone who had achieved a certain level, but even the one who was called the King of Knights was reluctant to be called that.
A man as great as a lofty star floating in the sky, but no one knew what level he had to reach to be called that.
One day, if only a unit of the Imperial Army hadn’t been massacred.
“…300 knights were killed.”
“I was killed by one person. According to the barely surviving soldiers, they call what they are dealing with madmen.”
Keitel, who became the emperor of the empire, laughed bitterly. I would never have thought that this would happen now that the unification of the continents is nearing.
It was full of servants who shrank at Keitel’s laughter, and the cause was madness that started from his time as the crown prince.
How do I know how many more people I’ll kill if I don’t like this.
When the golden eyes, the symbol of the imperial family, were briefly reddened and then disappeared, Keitel, who had been looking at the kneeling knight for a while, pursed his lips.
“Is the commander of the knights also dead?”
“I am a warrior. It’s largely because the captain died in a single hit, and all the knights were confused. If you organize the knights again and subdue them-!”
“stop. Ugly.”
I don’t know who the madman the knights were dealing with was.
But why do I feel like I know the name?
Keitel carefully muttered the name Robert Taylor, a name that had been disturbing his mind for some time, and smiled.
I wondered where he had disappeared during that time, so he was training at least.
What kind of repercussions will the return of someone who disappeared 10 years ago have?
Keitel, who was estimating it, eventually stood up slowly from the throne.
“Order the general to lead the subjugation army.”
The name that came to mind was Miragen.
The current general who has led the imperial army since he became emperor,
His skill was far superior to that of the knight commander who died this time.
It meant that if Miragen couldn’t be subdued, the entire Imperial Army would have to step in.
As always, Keitel looked at Mirajen, who lowered his head with a calm expression on his face, and gave a small smile.
I couldn’t figure out why I kept laughing.
Why am I laughing at the meeting of these two when I can’t get enough of my anger at Robert Taylor who arrogantly killed an Imperial soldier?
“Did you get sick again?”
Mirazen, who stared at Keitel’s face, sighed and left the palace.
I know that my head was weird from the beginning, but I was showing a strange reaction to this incident again.
I couldn’t understand what he was thinking on a daily basis, so he couldn’t understand why he was given the title of general in the first place.
“Isn’t this the first time His Majesty asked the general to move directly?”
“right. Originally, he ordered someone other than me, so why did he ask me to go?”
“It seems good to take this opportunity to establish a major. After the southern subjugation, there has been almost no battle.”
it’s a major In the first place, Miragen had no great intentions in combat.
Surprisingly, if it hadn’t been for the rich swordsman, he would have left immediately.
Somehow, I stayed in the post of general for quite some time.
Before Keitel became emperor, he had only been trained for self-defense, but the question of what he was looking for to place him in the position of general was still lingering in a corner of Mirazen’s mind.
After receiving the report from the adjutant, Mirazen then frowned at the name written in the corner.
They said the identity is unknown, but why is the name written in detail this time?
Robert Taylor- After muttering the name for a while, Mirazen frowned as if he remembered something.
“This person is that person. I heard that you ran away with some swords in the past. Why did you suddenly kill the knights?”
“I don’t know. Seeing as he is called a madman, he might have a story.”
Since it would be impossible to organize a subjugation army without any information, finding rumors about this madman was an urgent priority.
Why waste time when you don’t know what that person is going to do?
Unexpectedly, information about madmen gathered quickly from all over the empire.
If there is a problem, it must be that there are only absurd stories that can only be found in children’s books.
Looking at the reports gathered together, Mirazen sighed and touched her forehead.
I’m not kidding, I don’t know if I’m asking you to believe the things written here.
Did a person turn a mountain into a bare mountain?
Even that was not enough, there was a legend that he erased a mountain in the east with a sword.
“I definitely told you to gather information, but I didn’t tell you to bring in the lies that kids joke around with.”
“I wish I did, but I only brought credible data.”
Mirazen gave a suspicious look at Lieutenant Loken’s answer, but then he picked up the report and began to read what was written in it.
The only thing written in it was that he had killed numerous soldiers single-handedly and had done things that humans could not do with a single sword.
I had never seen anything like this in the old legends.
There was even a soldier who said he saw a mountain that was neatly cut off, so Mirazen, who had been looking at the report blankly for a while, brushed her face and touched her sword.
I was annoyed by the bizarre babbling from earlier, and it was annoying that such a person existed.
No matter how much you bring the best, you should look at yourself and deal with this?
Isn’t that the same as telling me to die?
Even so, it was difficult to gauge the strength of the opponent named Robert Taylor, so he eventually moved to confirm that the wizard he had dispatched had consuled.
By using magic, you can see the traces of the fight.
In the history of the empire, leading an army to subjugate a single person was laughable, but it would be better to deal with it with certainty.
However, the sight he faced after seeing the wizard was hard to believe even after seeing it with his own two eyes.
“Are you going to subdue this?”
Didn’t believe it. No matter how well a person uses a sword, isn’t there a limit?
Even if it kills people, that’s all. It was impossible to cut the castle, and it was even more difficult to deal with monsters larger than themselves.
What was shown in the projected scene was a mountain that had completely disappeared from the map.
To say that a single slash changed the terrain, did this really make sense?
Loken, who was watching the scene together, exclaimed involuntarily.
It was the moment that reminded me of a phrase I saw in a book when I was young.
If you can cut a mountain with a sword, maybe that level can have the most glorious name.
“… the swordsman.”
Loken began to get confused about who would be subjugated.