281 Meaning of waving gossip power

In the battle ahead, I was defeated by a thunderous brave man.

He was an undisputed strong man.

Experience in action seemed to be the only thing that made it seem scarce, but it gave me a painful defeat by using an elongated sword-like weapon that I got in the midst of extra talent and battle.

I was ashamed of my lack of strength.

"We're gonna get this far."

"... Huh! Thank you, thank you."

Square surrounded by rocks.

Among the burnt rocks and the trees that were knocked down by the wind and lit by fire, I lay on my knees and breathed on my shoulders - I bowed my head to Nero, my master, who until today trained me.

"Don't say thank you. In the first place, I don't deserve to be called master by you."

"But..."

"It would be the fruit of your irresistible training to wear the art of wrapping magic with only fragments of my teachings. I only made up for what was missing."

I have come to devise and meet my master's skills on my own.

It wasn't a half-baked path, but it still wasn't far to my master.

"For a short time, I gave you the technique to make up for the lack of skill. Let's just say it's in your hands."

But after a battle that suffered a painful defeat, the master trained me for the first time in years.

Honestly, the thunderous brave, the wound slashed by the suzune was doomed and painful, but still worth more than enough to take.

More importantly, for the first time in a long time, he couldn't have been unhappy with the archery from his master.

"There's no better option for you not to fight, one of your forces, than for a brave man to come to this city"

"Yes! I'm not going to let anyone through to the Demon King."

The brave men are attacking this city where the Demon King is.

Three brave men and one healing wizard.

He's only about a few, but no matter how many bunches of soldiers he's got, he's no match.

Only power is out there. I have a sense. All I have to do is fight to keep the braves away from the Demon King.

"... we must protect the Demon King..."

I don't feel that way either, fulfilling the snowflake in the battle ahead.

But we must make sure that there is no more danger to the Demon King than our own personal affection.

"... Master, I'd like to ask you one thing, do you mind?"

"Oh, I don't mind."

The master lowers his back to the nearby rock.

I decided to ask what I wanted to hear after the battle ahead.

"Is the Master still imprisoned by the impulse to fight?"

……

The Master was defeated by Rose.

He had suffered considerable injuries when he was broken a red demon sword, also a symbol of his master, and had received her fist decently on top of it.

The wounds healed quickly after the battle, but the master looked a little different than before.

The present master had a constantly sharpened feeling that had disappeared, like before the battle took place.

"No, you don't have that anymore."

"… may I ask why?"

The master wanted to fight Rose so much by then.

Was it that battle that made the urge disappear?

"I guess the battle with Rose meant I was satisfied. As a result, the Devil's Sword was broken, severely wounded, and defeated... but my obsession was almost gone."

Truth is, I've never fought Rose before.

I only understand that its power is not semi-productive either.

"He was already over the past. He only saw the fight against me as an obstacle."

……

"But now I'm glad to hear it"

As he sits, the master takes the sword placed on his sheath from his waist.

Grasping the pattern and slightly pulling out the blade, he goes on to utter his words as he stares at the sword he was shown.

"I was the one whose eyes were cloudy with anger. He relied on the power of the Devil's Sword and lost when he was obsessed."

"That you were right to lose the Devil's Sword?"

"At least that's what I think myself."

——— The Devil's Sword the Master was dealing with imparts a curse that inhibits the flow of magic in the injured area.

A powerful weapon that, once slashed by it, no longer works with healing magic or even healing magic.

"When Rose showered me with a knife all over me, I was convinced of winning somewhere in my heart and I was alarmed. And he was caught off guard, and suffered an unparalleled defeat. It's a pitiful story, but you can say you woke up because of it."

Instead, the risen master stands before a large rock nearby and hands on the sword pattern.

You want to try it out? I thought, and when I tried to follow his movements with my eyes, my master's sword had already been pulled out of his sheath, and his cutting-edge was directed to the ground to weaken.

"No sword, no matter which one you use, it won't change"

At the same time as the words, the great rock in front of the master slopes diagonally.

I had to be stunned to see the big rock fall to the ground as it sounded.

I didn't even see a sword-wielding movement.

"You don't have to rely on the Devil's Sword. All creatures will die if you slash them."

That's the word the master turns his back on me as he lays his sword on his sheath.

"--Back ahead. You are also an important force for the Demon King's Army. Return early and rest."

"Yes, sir"

Master after the spot as he walks.

His sword moves without clutter are now so sophisticated that no one will allow him to follow them.

The Demon King's Army is the strongest - I take my own sword again, exalted as I am about myself that the title has now become unshakable.

"… a little more, keep your workouts loaded"

I am the disciple of Nero Argens, the strongest swordsman of the Demon King's Army.

We must be stronger than we are now, lest we be ashamed of that name, lest we lose to the brave men who are coming.