Dalian.
Dalian.
I nodded heavily with an extremely serious expression.
“Yes, I’m not going with Master. As I said before, I have work to do. Oh, I’ll be really angry if you knock me out and send me bossam. Hurry up and put that hand back on the table.”
The white hand that had been sneaking up on the handle of the sword like a mudfish returned to the table in an instant as if it had never done so. Master Prydiya answered with a mischievous smile.
“He’s true too. Could I have considered such a scary, violent method? What do you really think of this master?”
I looked at her and answered.
“I know you seriously considered it.”
Master smiled and spread her palms wide.
“As a result, wouldn’t it be better if we didn’t do it? I think it would be better not to argue about trivial things between us anymore.”
I was about to say something more to Master, but Master immediately grabbed my outstretched hand, slapped my temples, slapped me on the shoulder after being beaten, and put up with it because I was a person who could kidnap me.
“Whoa. Anyway, I really have work to do, so I can’t follow Master.”
I decided to print an empty check just at this timing. An empty check for a future that I don’t know what will happen and you don’t know either.
“Okay, Master. When I finish what I was doing, I’ll go back to Master and receive all the training I’ve put off. I won’t complain until Master becomes a ‘master’ who always sings.”
“Hmm.”
Master pursed her lips, let out a small snort, and stared at my face. I gulped and hoped that the card I held out would work for her. To be honest, I had no choice but to run away at night.
But I didn’t dare to do that because I was afraid that I would feel a real threat to my life the next time we met again.
Master’s worries grew longer. I quickly tried to add something.
“good.”
“Letter! I’ll write you! Regularly… Yes? You like it? Are you sure you don’t have to go back right away?”
Master Prydiya smiled broadly and tapped the handle of her sword.
“Sure. Disciple. This merciful, understanding, and even pretty master has already made up his mind. Just now, if you accurately check your skills and you’re not at the level where you’re going to get beaten up, Master will wait for you very calmly. ”
“That means…”
“It happened that the backyard of this inn was quite spacious and secluded. Grab a suitable sword and jump out quickly.”
No, isn’t this the end of the story if you just put your swords together once and say that Master doesn’t like it?
Master looked at me with his eyes narrowed as if he had noticed that I was thinking about something else.
“Come on. What are you doing after you haven’t been back? If you’re thinking of taking my sword with your bare hands, I won’t stop you, but it’s sure to hurt a little.”
“…I’ll be back soon.”
“Yes, that’s how our good disciple is. Master Lee will be out in the backyard first, so go quickly.”
I nodded and quickly went upstairs to grab my froststeel sword. Dakia, who followed me, asked me.
“Do you think you have a chance?”
I shook my head.
“Nothing at all. No matter how sloppy Master usually looks, he’s very picky when it comes to swords. For now, I have no choice but to stick with him and try to convince him with words as much as possible.”
Dakia glanced around and slowly reached out and grabbed my collar and whispered in a low voice. Her cheeks turned a little, very slightly pink.
“Kko, please do well. I hope that Priest Marnak… can continue to do what he was doing!”
Her voice, which started as a small whisper, soon became a powerful cheer. I tucked the frost steel sword around my waist and smiled.
“I still think so.”
***
Dark night. The white moonlight hit Master’s cold blue hair and shattered it. The blue eyes were full of the white moon. Master Pridya, who was looking up at the sky with her hands behind her back, slowly lowered her head and smiled at me.
A smile full of unique ease.
“Are you here? Disciple?”
“Yes. The disciple is here.”
As always, she took out the sword from her waist and took it out of its scabbard. I’ve never had Master’s sword out of its scabbard yet.
“Conditions are the same as usual.”
Master’s beloved sword. ‘Despair’ turned to me while asleep in the sheath.
“I’ll use just as much power as you can to deal with you. You cut me down as skillfully as you can.”
I drew the froststeel sword from my waistband. To be honest, I seriously contemplated whether to use the butcher, but I endured it because I could have been beaten without doing anything on the day Master pulled out a sword from the scabbard after brazenly pushing the butcher.
The blue eyes that held me instead of the moon gently bent.
“Come on, come on. Disciple.”
bang!
No answer was needed. I left my seat and rushed toward Master. Then, without hesitation, I stepped into Master’s ‘interval’. Within the gap that can be cut by raising the sword.
I put my heart into the first blow. I lowered my sword in a straight line with the best of my strength. Master’s hand moved as the slash fell from above.
Empty!
The trajectory of my sword, hit by the scabbard, was twisted. yeah it seemed like this As usual, Master’s fist would stick to my chin. I kicked the ground to quickly back away.
However, Master did not pursue me. He just smiled and swung his sword.
“Come back and see.”
I was a little resentful of the way he treated me as if he were a child. I gritted my teeth and kicked my seat again. Distance shrinking once again. I calmly unleashed a series of blows on Master.
Cut and cut and cut again.
I swung the sword as best I could. I did not assume the number of cases where Master would counterattack. No, I hoped that Master would counterattack against my attack-only attack. Even if you give the bone, you take the flesh. I trusted my strong body.
Empty! Empty! Empty!
Master just quietly smiled and lightly moved the sword to parry my attack with minimal movement. It gave off an atmosphere as if he was trying to read something from my sword.
“Haap!”
another attack.
Empty!
The horizontally cut attack was hit by Master’s scabbard that soared up from the bottom and went off course. And Master, who was only blocking for the first time, moved. The moment I saw my blue hair moving, Master’s heel was already kicking my head.
bang!
I was beaten as it was and flew to the ground. My bones were tingling. I quickly kicked off the seat and got my balance, but it was difficult to get it right because I was hit in the head. Even in the midst of losing my balance, I raised my sword and prepared to defend against the ensuing attack.
If it was my usual training, Master would beat me mercilessly at this moment when I was unconscious.
But Master did not pursue me. He just stood still and stared at me.
“Hmm.”
After a short snort, Master’s lips parted slowly.
“My disciple.”
The shaky vision was corrected. I answered with my sword still raised.
“yes.”
“What do you think is the most important thing to become a ‘master’?”
This was the first time that Master directly mentioned the word ‘master’.
“Isn’t it the swordsmanship that has been polished to the limit and the body that is extremely trained?”
Master smiled.
“That’s a really minimal condition. If you can become a ‘master’ with just such an easy condition, Master Lee probably will have become a master within five years of starting training, no matter how long you take.”
“Do you know how unlucky you are sometimes?”
To my criticism, Master just smiled and replied.
“It’s true, but what can you do? Disciple. Use your imagination a little more. What is the most important thing to become a ‘master’?”
I’ve been thinking about it, but I really don’t know.
“I do not know.”
Master Pridya tapped her shoulder with the scabbard and said.
“I think your honesty is always cute. Let this pretty and understanding master teach his students the secrets of being ‘master’.”
She slowly came up to me and reached out her white fingers and poked me in the chest.
“This is it.”
“You mean a strong heart? As expected, the secret to being a ‘master’ was in ‘blood circulation’. I thought so.”
“…”
I quickly opened my mouth to see Master who was at a loss for words.
“It’s a joke.”
“…Your pranks that pop up from time to time really embarrass me. Anyway, the most important thing to become a ‘master’ is something very fundamental. It’s ‘heart’.”
mind? It was a story that catches the clouds so much that I couldn’t understand what you were talking about.
Master looked at my expression carefully and smiled.
“You know what? Your puzzled face is so cute. I don’t get tired of looking at it. That’s why I said it on purpose to make you puzzled.”
“Please explain quickly, Master.”
“Yes, yes.”
The finger poking my chest moved round and round.
“The state of being a master is the state where ‘heart’ is put into your sword. A sword with a heart can cut through things that are considered impossible to cut. Yes, to give a rough example, a master can cut through things like ‘magic’. .”
With a gurgling sound, the cold blue blade came out of the scabbard. Master looked at the sword and slowly parted his lips.
“However, in order to become a master, your ‘heart’ must be completely independent of others. In particular, the mindset of ‘dependency’ on someone must be shaken off if you want to become a master. If you want to become a master, you must be ‘independent’ from this world. You have to work hard to do it, but you’re a disciple.”
The cold blue blade touched the skin of my neck. An eerie life flowed from the blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight.
Master laughed softly in the midst of living life that was becoming more and more disorienting.
“It seems that our cute pupil is terribly ‘dependent’ on something? I’ve managed to reduce that dependence for the past three years. What on earth are you depending on?”
The blue blade of the sword pierced my skin lightly. Drops of blood rolled down the blue blade.
Master Pridiya, with a white smile, asked softly.
“Come on, confide only in this pretty and understanding Master. Yuna.”
