Chapter 273.2: Root of All Evil

Chapter 273.2: Root of All Evil

It was pathetic. As one of only a handful of direct disciples of the Sword Saint (Kensei), Nadori felt compelled to apologize immediately by opening his stomach for his disgraceful behavior.

My right arm that was cut off, the creaking pain in my flesh that rushes through my body, and the pain of my broken bones are nothing compared to my urge to do so.

The one who barely stopped me from committing suicide was.

Wooow That was a great night. It's a common theory that a swordsman controlled by a magic sword would get stronger, but I never thought it would enhance you up to that level (Luke)

Guuuh (Nadori)

Because there is a man in front of me who laughs hysterically while having his whole body covered in dust and sand. There was no way I could cut off my stomach in front of Luke Psykol, who seemed to be in a great mood and did not seem to have any bad intentions at all despite being the cause of this situation.

The honorable dojo with countless disciples was half destroyed. The gates, walls, and houses, which had been so rugged and sobering to look at, were collapsed, and there is probably no one who will look at this scene and believe that this scene was created by a single sword. Even after wiping it off, the hall was still filled with the smell of blood lingering in the air.

Originally, it would be difficult to cause this much destruction with just one sword. However, the sword sent by Infinite Variety (Senpen Banka) was not just any sword.

There are several types of magic swords. Some give power in exchange for a certain price, some change performance depending on the wielder's talent, and some swords select their wielder and raise the wielder to be a first-rate swordsman. The weapons created during the Advanced Magic Weapon Civilization are full of things that can't be understood by modern common sense.

It was only after everything was over that Nadori realized that the sword that had been brought in was the worst of all magic swords.

At the moment when Nadori grasped the sword which captivates your heart just by looking at it, he was overcome with a terrible feeling of all-powerfulness, as if he owned everything in the world, and had an irresistible desire to wield it.

It was as if that strange elation that every swordsman has experienced at least once when first grasping a sword was multiplied by tens of thousands of times and took everything else away from Nadori. In general, a Swordsman is required not only to be skilled with a sword but also to have mental fortitude. This is in order to learn to use your great power correctlyThis is one of the reasons why Luke, who has a kind of paranoid passion for swordsmanship, is still not called the strongest swordsman.

Nadori should have noticed it first. He should have felt the incongruity of his impulse swelling up the moment he saw the blade, and he should have been strongly wary of it. He should have disciplined himself to suppress his impulses of wanting to wield this sword. He should have set an example for his younger fellow disciples.

A desire for strength. Jealousy. Hatred. Self-esteem. A magic sword that lures its wielder into madness. A magic sword that latched itself into the weakness of a person's heart.

Although magic swords are often so sharp that they make you feel scared, this sword also boasted a terrifying sharpness that belied its exterior beauty.

With a light swing, the world was cut. With the lightness of a feather, it cut through the air and everyone with no resistance at all. Among Magic Swords the sharpness of this one is probablyOne of the best. It stuck to the palm of your hand like a part of your body, and just like a part of your body, there was no uncomfortable feeling when wielding it. NoAt that moment, Nadori was indeed part of the sword, slashing living beings was his raison d'tre.

If there hadn't been a crazy Luke who wouldn't bat an eye even if he was suddenly attacked by a fellow senior disciple but would instead try to take his life, the other disciples would probably have been annihilated.

Of course, if Luke didn't bring the magic sword in the first place, we wouldn't have been in that situation.

Luke Psykol is a problem child. He is a genuine manslayer who has slain quite a few people, including his fellow disciple, but he has never been known to destroy buildings. It is unprecedented that the dojo has been half destroyed and that the commotion is known to the public. The Knights Order have already come to ask about the situation, and there is no room for deceiving them.

And the disgraceful behavior of a direct disciple of the Sword Saint (Kensei) will lead to the reputation of the Sword Saint (Kensei) taking a hit. I am responsible for this incident. "Master (Shisho)" will probably forgive me, but that is irrelevant.

Yooo, sooo strong, sooo strong, as expected of Cry, he knows what I am talking about. That's what I wanted! Although the only failure was that "Master (Shisho)" wasn't here, so I couldn't fight him (Luke)

!? Wh-What!? (Nadori)

Even if you are a Level 8 Hunter, there are things you are allowed to do and things you are not allowed to do. What do Luke and Strange Grief (Nageki no Borei) think the law and common sense are for!

At the moment when I whipped my heavy body and tried to stand up with all my strength, a strong wind suddenly blew. The wind pressure broke my posture, which I had managed to move with all my strength, and fell to my butt.

The other disciple quickly moved to open some space.

The one who came down in front of Nadori, who screamed silently at the numbing pain rushing from his butt, wasIt was a beautiful black-haired girl who looked out of this world, straddling a broom.

She has straight black hair that reaches her waist and white skin without a single flaw. Her well-groomed, but somewhat unsociable appearance convinced me that the girl had a sharp mind. Her all-black Magi robe is not glamorous, but the mysterious atmosphere suits her appearance perfectly.

No one flies on a broom. Unless in a fairy tale.

I unintentionally forgot to breathe, forgot my pain, forgot my anger. The disciples who had gathered at the dojo were probably also the same, speechless at the sight of the unidentified girl who had suddenly descended upon them.

In the sudden silence, Luke, the only one who had not changed, called out to her somewhat happily.

What Cry, you came! It was the beeest. After I cut one guy down, the next guy picked up the sword and attacked me, and the sword was also dangerously sharp (Luke)

!? Lu-Luke!? What are you talking about, Infinite Variety (Senpen Banka) is a man (Nadori)

It is impossible. Nadori is also acquainted with Infinite Variety (Senpen Banka). He accompanied Luke when he joined this dojo, and Nadori has also met him several times since then. He is a dark-haired, dark-eyed man with a face that can be described as gentle at best and plain at worst. In the first place, their gender is different. Infinite Variety (Senpen Banka) is a man! He is not such a beautiful girl. The only thing they have in common is the color of their eyes and hair, and even saying that they have something in common is an insult to her.

The disciples who had undergone intensive training under the Sword Saint (Kensei) in order to train their mind, body, and spirit were completely dumbstruck. Some of them were even openly staring at her. Some abilities need an aptitude for it. There are also female disciples of the Sword Saint (Kensei), but they are few in number, and most of them are blessed with a physique that fits them and is as strong as Nadori and the other disciplines.

And, sadly, protecting a frail and pretty girl Magi was a Dream that many swordsmen couldn't tell to others.

When Luke blinked in front of the disciples who were completely captivated, he frowned and said.

Hmm? Aaaaah, Lucia is Cry's Imouto. Although it's rare to see her riding a broom What's up, Lucia? Are you training? (Luke)

That's right. (Lucia)

His Imouto, you say!? Impossible.

In front of Nadori, who couldn't believe his ears, the girl answered in a voice that sounded like tinkling bells. And then, the root of all evil came down from behind the broom.

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