#871. What do you mean by that?
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Shoot.
The waves roll in.
calmly and calmly.
The sound is shattered.
As its remains melt into darkness.
Under the moonlit night sky.
The two figures were crossed.
A white-haired man with blood and wounds all over his body stood tall with a sword in his hand.
The black-haired woman with her forehead on the man’s shoulder slightly bowed her head.
Tok.
Like lovers sharing warmth.
so close to each other.
A single drop of blood broke the stillness of the two men and women who had been silent.
The moment when the fresh blood that started to flow down the sword embedded in his plump chest dripped one by one and formed a river.
staggering
The body of the sword emperor that collapses.
Limon embraced him with one arm.
She didn’t hesitate to take that hand.
Accepting the careful disciple’s support, he quietly opened his mouth.
“-alcohol.”
Although my heart was pierced by a sword.
So calm and serene.
in a voice that doesn’t matter.
The Sword Emperor asked quietly.
“Do you have it?”
“….”
A really out of the blue question.
But Limon was neither surprised nor taken aback when he heard that.
I just quietly stretched out my hand.
Seruk.
the shadows sway
What came out was a bottle and a wine glass.
He placed the wine glass made of very luxurious and antique porcelain in the hands of the Sword Emperor.
Limon poured the drink with both hands.
Squeeze.
The bottle tilts.
What flows from its end is dew, clearer than ice and more fragrant than flowers and honey.
The waves that contain the full moon in the night sky are so beautiful that you can be enchanted, and the scent is so enchanting that you feel intoxicated just by smelling it.
It’s like appreciating a piece of art.
Unbeknownst to her, the Geomje, who had been staring at the glass without emptying it right away, asked quietly.
“…what kind of alcohol is this?”
“I haven’t given it a specific name.”
“Is it the wine you dipped in?”
“yes.”
Limon didn’t bother explaining.
When building the sword tower hundreds of years ago.
Sake that I started dipping myself.
went through a lot of trial and error
After a lot of drinking went bad.
Only one bottle left.
meaning of this drink.
And when the sword tower is closed.
Why did the sword masters take out and carry this thing that was buried in the sword tower after they were resurrected?
All of that talk had no reason or need to be told now.
gulp.
Tilt the glass slowly.
After emptying the drink that was sparkling.
The Geomje gently closed his eyes.
It seems like a waste to miss the lingering aftertaste of this sake.
Geomje, who had been immersed in the reverberation of the alcohol left in his mouth, opened his mouth quietly after a long time.
“If there was something good like this, I should have taken it out a long time ago.”
“…”
Perhaps because of the alcohol.
Even more blood flowed from his chest.
Limon silently poured the drink to Geomje, who held out an empty cup as if to pour him another drink.
a drink.
two cups.
three cups.
not in a hurry
Fully enjoy the aroma and taste.
After emptying the glass three times in a row, the Geomje stopped tilting the glass and opened his mouth quietly.
“-That’s great.”
“…”
“I’ve never had a drink like this in my life.”
In the Bronze Age, drinking alcohol was forbidden because it was only served to dragons.
Most of the moonshine that was secretly circulated in the private sector was cheap alcohol made just to get drunk, imitated by punching.
Even the alcohol given to the dragon, who took good care of himself every time he attacked the Seven Dragons, wasn’t so delicious.
from that point of view.
Limon’s liquor made the Sword Emperor feel the change of the times more clearly than anything else.
It is all the more so in that even the alcohol that was roughly picked up at the mart was a masterpiece that was difficult to even see in the past.
Of course, there were other things that were truly admirable, but
“The greatest thing is your swordsmanship.”
“…”
“It was really nice.”
Yam blade.
Based on the dragon slaughter sword.
A new swordsmanship created by Limon.
As the purpose of its creation was the original purpose, it was so mysterious and incomprehensible that it was difficult for even the same sword master to see through.
However, he is the creator of the dragon slayer sword.
Because he was also the teacher who taught Limon.
Geomje, who was able to look into everything, admired it.
Then he smiled as he saw Limon pouring alcohol into his glass again.
“Why do you have such a drunken face? He showed such wonderful swordsmanship and is not proud to serve such delicious wine to his master.”
“…How could I be proud of having killed Master?”
“Why not be proud?”
Even though it was cut by a disciple.
Not to lament or resent.
with a satisfied smile.
The Sword Emperor slightly lowered his head.
Then, looking at the full moon in the glass, he quietly opened his mouth.
“Do not forget, disciple.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“Our Essence.”
“…”
“Sword masters and so on may sound grandiose, but in the end we are swordsmen.”
“….”
“And a sword is a weapon for killing people.”
There are people in the world who learn swordsmanship for mental and physical training, but the Sword Emperor could assert it with a snort.
That’s perfect bullshit.
If you really want to train with a knife like that, you can learn to cook.
It would be much better for your body and mind to cook and eat delicious dishes with the crops you farmed and grown yourself.
So, after all, swordsmanship is a means of fighting, and its goal is to suffocate the enemy.
Assert as a sword master.
Turn your head slowly.
“There is only one meaning of reaching the end of such a sword path.”
“…”
“The essence of a sword master means that he is a murderer.”
I feel the joy of fighting for my life.
When he cuts people, he pays more attention to how well his sword cut through the bone than the preciousness of life.
Before he opens his eyes, he thinks of a more efficient way to fight, and before he closes his eyes, he trains to kill perfectly.
It’s not because I’m crazy about murder.
No matter how great a genius he is.
that can only be reached.
Because that is the realm of being a sword master.
That’s why not all murderers are sword masters, but all sword masters are bound to be murderers.
Neither cynical nor mocking.
just plainly telling the truth.
The Sword Emperor recalled the past.
“That’s why the seven dragons called us this way.”
cut people
cut the fate
the one who cuts the world
So even cut the sky.
A being that destroys everything.
The name of a living disaster that has been passed down like a legend even to the Dragons, who were the ancestors of Earth in the distant past.
put it in your mouth
“—It’s called the Thousand Killer.”
yes it is
A sword master is not an existence that can only be said to reach the tip of the sword.
cut down one’s own destiny
By going beyond the world’s order.
Being able to freely set one’s own destiny beyond the limit of one’s lifespan is the qualification of a sword master.
That’s why the Sword Master is a superhuman.
He’s just wearing a human mask.
eventually out of humans.
It was a monster that became a thousand death by itself.
“We are like that.”
“….”
“Killing and destroying anything is our end.”
those cold words.
Limon did not deny it.
no i couldn’t deny it
As long as he lived longer than any other sword master, raised several sword masters, fought and killed the most sword masters.
because I knew it well.
that what she said was true.
That’s why, at the end of looking at his disciple who is not like a swordsman who is locked in silence.
The Sword Emperor laughed.
“But what about that?”
“….”
“If you want to resent it, tell them to resent it, and if you want to fear it, tell them to be afraid.”
“…”
“At least I’ve never lived minding that kind of thing, and other sword masters probably did the same.”
life is your own.
Isn’t it living for someone else?
What could be more stupid than not being able to live the way you want because you are paying attention to others?
Looking at the Sword Emperor who speaks mockingly.
Limon closed his eyes.
It was.
In fact, most sword masters met their end by living the life they wanted without paying attention to others.
Even Billy, who wanted to be a hero, was intent on making a feat, but he didn’t care about reputation.
Because Anastasia only wanted to be qualified to be his bride, but did not look into the hearts of the Russian people.
It was unavoidable.
They are sword masters.
Either as an absolute among absolutes.
Whether it’s as a celestial star that can even cut fate.
Because he could do anything, he was a being who had the power to live as he wanted without caring about others.
One exception.
“So, disciple.”
for a long time.
quietly protect the world.
Growing a Sword Master in the Sword Tower.
The swordsman who is most like a sword master speaks to a sword master who has lived a life that is not like an absolute.
“Don’t try to prove that the Sword Master may not be the Celestial.”
“…”
“Above all, don’t sacrifice your life to leave me as a hero.”
“…”
“And don’t get caught up.”
Sword Master is a murderer.
It’s just a disaster and a disaster.
The Geomje was a drunkard who destroyed the peaceful Bronze Age.
so that no one dares to say
power as an absolute.
The power as a celestial star.
life as an immortal.
With all of that, he has been protecting the world alone for over hundreds of years, and by doing so, he has confronted the world.
Seeing the disciple who hadn’t learned any of his teachings, the master smiled ferociously.
“If there is a girl you like, commit it.”
“If you don’t like it, cut it.”
“Take away what you want.”
“If you want something, get it by any means, and don’t let others have what you can’t have.”
“If the world fears you, opposes you, hinders you, and betrays you…”
The Sword Emperor tilted his glass again.
And after swallowing the most fragrant and soft drink, enough to forget the pain.
twisting her red lips.
said without hesitation.
“Destroy that world.”
The best female in history.
But he wasn’t a hero.
Rather, it was a violent hero.
Above all, as the first sword master, the celestial saint, who was more like a celestial saint than anyone else, continued without hesitation.
“You deserve it anyway.”
How many times have you saved the world?
It didn’t matter.
One important thing.
-To be strong.
Saying that the absolute one who will decide the fate of the world does not need anything more than that.
The Sword Emperor slowly raised one hand.
“So…”
Seruk.
whether to kill or not
How many times have you thought about it?
I couldn’t cut it until the end.
Compared to the first time we met, I stroked the pure white hair of a young murderer who was so disgusted.
The Sword Emperor smiled.
“Live freely.”
Could it be because of the touch of the distant years?
Or is it because of a soft smile I’ve never seen before?
Limon, who had been looking at the Sword Emperor without saying anything for a while, opened his mouth to answer her words.
no i tried to open it
Clink.
“…”
…at that moment.
The sword embedded in the sword emperor’s chest.
If only the empty wine glass hadn’t fallen to the floor.
Just like that, the Sword Emperor had been leaning on him a little while ago, but now he wanted to stare at the empty void where only ashes were scattered.
Limon took the bottle.
and burst out
after swallowing a sip.
I opened my mouth.
“Look at the blue sky and smile.
heart burns like the sun
Blood ripples like the sea.
This is the aspiration of heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth belong to me.
What are we afraid of in the world?”
“I risk my life with a single sword.
If you win, have a drink.
When you die, you eat in the underworld.
What is the importance of winning or losing?
Live the way you want and die.
Life and death are trivial and insignificant.]
『Laugh, enjoy, dance, and fight.
What if you fall down in a fight?
What if you get hurt and die?
The life of a hero is a sunset.
Even if submerged in the sea, it will burn.
I will laugh and be washed away by the waves.”
Just calmly and calmly.
But it will ring across the sea.
After chanting a song, Limon scattered the remaining alcohol in the bottle, picked up the sword and scabbard that had fallen on the floor, and slowly turned around.
So drink and sing.
Leaving only a drop of dew.
The last Sword Master said goodbye to his master for a second time.
