Chapter 1081

Solo Swordmaster Chapter 1081

#Side Story 50. A swordsman wielding a liquor bottle (3)

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Priest.

Master and disciple.

A relationship between teaching and learning academics or technology.

In this Age of Bronze, where even the most insignificant knowledge was precious, it was by no means a light relationship.

How to make farming tools, how to farm well, and even how to select poisonous mushrooms.

There were cases where they regarded it all as a vision and taught it only to their children, or even took it to their graves without passing it on to their children.

That’s why it’s all part of the military.

A teacher does not accept disciples easily.

A disciple follows his teacher and is subald.

In some ways, the relationship between priests was deeper and stronger than just blood ties.

And she, who lived without the constraints of the world, took it for granted.

It was natural for his students to respect him as heavenly, as he taught them the swordsmanship he had learned through sweat and blood in the mountains since he was young.

This is especially true in the fact that she herself has never had a teacher in her life.

Because I could have told you to study on your own.

Therefore, she did not accept disciples easily.

Because I have never been taught.

Of course, I am not good at teaching.

Being a disciple was an unwieldy burden for her as she had to fight the dragon and, by extension, the whole world.

No matter how many times I kicked and chased away the leech, I had no choice but to reluctantly accept it.

I don’t really like him, but I would have kicked him out if it weren’t for the fact that he always brought me drinks and snacks and obtained information about the Seven Dragons, and that it was easy to have him around.

That was why.

This moment.

The reason she is suffering from irritation these days.

“Master, the food is ready.”

“…You’re not the master, you’re the teacher, you idiot.”

“You’re the owner, right? “Because you were the one who kidnapped me from the Colosseum.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that this is a rescue, not a kidnapping, for them to listen, you bastard?”

“I never asked to be rescued?”

“It’s a good thing, dude. “I never asked you for permission either.” She didn’t think much about it until

she kidnapped the white-haired boy from the Colosseum…

no, she actually just kidnapped him.

She is a dragon slayer.

He was a superman who even killed the dragon, the absolute ruler of this era.

Although she may be infamous in the world as a terrorist and a major villain, it was natural for anyone to be thrilled and bow down when she said she would take her as her disciple.

But unfortunately, her second student was someone who did not understand that common sense.

I did everything I was told, but that was it.

From his attitude to his words and actions.

Because he never behaved like a disciple.

It would have been better if he had done it out of rebelliousness. Be it a dog or a person. Her theory was that if you beat him every time he growled, he would become good.

But the problem was more serious than expected.

“I came to wash the instructor’s clothes.”

“Hey, you bastard who will tear your mouth apart! “Not an instructor, but a teacher!”

“why? “That’s it, right?”

“Are all people who teach knife skills instructors?!”

“I never learned it, but that’s usually the case.”

“….”

After he inadvertently killed the instructor who offered to teach him a lesson, no one taught him swordsmanship, so he never called him.

Looking at the boy speaking calmly, she realized something again.

This kid has no common sense.

It wasn’t even just common sense.

I don’t even know how to cook rice.

I don’t even know how to do laundry.

I don’t even know what money is.

When it comes to food, you just hand out weeds and poisonous mushrooms, when it comes to laundry, you soak clothes in water and then take them out, or just pick up items from the store.

No matter what she did, the boy who caused problems and accidents only increased her hardships.

It was to the point where I didn’t know who was taking care of whom.

But just one.

There were things the boy was good at too.

In another sense, he is so good at it that he completely ignores common sense.

Kaang!

swing it

swing it

swing it

I showed you Geomro once.

The sword hidden within it.

Numerous destruction laws and improved forms.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If you teach one, you will go beyond ten and enlighten a hundred, and then go one step further and make one hundred.

Of course, the ending ended with her getting beat up and fainting…

“How was it?”

“If only I had talent, I would be better than you.”

“Was it that bad?”

“Honestly, I couldn’t do as well as I did at that age.”

That was why.

The reason she was impressed.

No matter how clumsy he was with his hands, the boy’s talent was so amazing that even she, who had already seen the tip of the sword, found it difficult to give him a proper look.

The problem was that that wasn’t the only reason she had to beat up the boy.

“Except for the fact that everything from swordsmanship to swordsmanship is a thorough killing sword.”

“…Are you still seriously trying to kill Master?”

“okay. “To be precise, I should say that’s all I know.”

Tsk.

After clicking my tongue.

The man fell silent as he watched her gulping down the alcohol from the gourd.

Although she may get irritated often, it wasn’t just that she rarely showed signs of frustration because she always did whatever she wanted.

What does that mean?

Because I knew exactly.

Therefore, after being lost in thought for a long time, he quietly opened his mouth.

“What do you want to do?”

“What about what?”

“You know, Master. “It would be impossible to teach that child.”

“….”

After hearing those words.

She remained silent.

Clearly, the boy was mastering her sword skills at an alarming rate and becoming stronger.

But if she asked me if I was teaching, I couldn’t possibly answer yes, even if it was just empty words.

It wasn’t education.

To put it bluntly, robbery.

Because just seeing her once and competing with her was nothing more than unilaterally stealing her skills.

Someday…

no, to kill her right now.

“Master, at the risk of being rude, I dare to tell you one thing.”

“….”

“Even now, that child….”

Because I know that fact.

After a long, long thought.

She neither confirmed nor denied the man who revealed the only answer she had found.

Just as always, but more harshly and fiercely than usual, he kicked the man in the face and tilted the gourd alone.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles.

Emptying the gourd over and over again.

Until the sunset over the mountain ridge sets.

It was a while later that she, who had been drinking alone in the place where the man had left, stood up.

After walking slowly in the middle of the night, where even the moonlight was obscured by clouds and only thick darkness remained, she arrived at their campsite.

To be exact, it was in front of a boy lying on a shabby mat.

Maybe it’s because I got beaten up so badly during the daytime sparring.

After looking at the boy who had not yet woken up from his trance.

Close your eyes quietly.

I muttered quietly.

“…is it a heavenly killing star?”

The dragon said.

She is a celestial being.

Cutting the fate of people and the world.

Thus, it is said that it is a being that has taken on the reverse karma of destroying everything.

Of course, at the time… or not until recently, she sneered and dismissed it as nonsense.

But the moment she saw this boy, she knew,

no, she couldn’t help but know.

Because this boy was proof that heavenly nature is not an illusion and is a reality.

okay.

It was like that.

Unlike himself, who cut his fate with the will of a sword.

A born murderer with the talent and karma to destroy everything from birth.

So to eat.

In order to survive.

Or because I was bored.

A devil who should never exist in the world, who destroys, kills and cuts down anything, but knows nothing else.

Now, before her eyes, was a ‘real’ Cheonsalseong that was fundamentally different from the ‘fake’ ones like her.

So, this is my last thought.

What should I do with this boy?

Thank goodness.

Is it bad luck?

The worry didn’t last long.

As her best student said, the answer was already decided from the beginning.

If this boy were truly a genius, he would never be disciplined. Because it is an entity called Cheonsal that can destroy even fate.

But that doesn’t mean I can let it go.

Just be free.

Or join the Seven Dragons Association.

This boy, a natural killer, will definitely become a disaster…

…and one day destroy the world.

Slurp.

That was why.

Without a sound.

quietly.

She sat on top of the boy and pulled out her sword.

I pressed my two slender wrists to my knees and pointed the tip of the knife held tightly with both hands at my neck.

There is only one thing left.

All you have to do is quietly press the sword.

The boy, who was already unable to resist, would have his neck cut off with just that light movement and would die without any time to struggle in pain.

The seeds of disaster that will destroy the world disappear.

But why?

As if he was still hesitant.

Or as if hesitating.

With a sword in hand.

When you stay silent for a long time.

What I heard was a quiet voice.

“-What are you doing?”

“….”

“Hurry up and stop stabbing me.”

Even after hearing that voice.

She wasn’t surprised.

From the moment he approached…

or more precisely, from the moment he sensed his life, he felt with a superhuman sense that the boy had awakened.

nevertheless.

She couldn’t answer.

Even though there is a knife pointed at my neck.

Rather than feeling surprised or betrayed, the boy’s golden eyes looked up at him dully, as if asking why he had come only now.

Because I finally realized it.

Although he was forcibly kidnapped and unilaterally made into a disciple, he underwent training that was almost like torture every day.

There is one reason why this boy followed without running away or rebelling even though he grumbled and made mistakes.

It wasn’t because I didn’t have common sense, it was because I had no expectations.

Oh my god.

About hope.

To other humans.

And in your own life.

Born as a slave, he grew up only watching murder and slaughter in a cramped Colosseum all his life in order to win over a gladiator.

Rather than becoming a saint, he was sent to the competition as a living sacrifice without even being able to hold a sword.

In order not to die, he cut down anyone.

That’s why everyone avoids it.

I can’t even find a reason to live.

I became indifferent to myself.

Looking at the boy…

“What are you stabbing, you bastard?”

Eat and drink.

What comes out is a laugh.

Additionally, looking at the sword that was quietly withdrawn, the boy asks as if it were unexpected.

“…You’re not going to kill me?”

“Why do I have to kill you, bastard?”

“Well, maybe it’s a dangerous monster?”

“Damn the risk.”

She laughed at the bullshit the boy had probably heard over and over again.

A thousand-year-old?

A being that will destroy the world?

―So what should we do?

Such matters were none of her business.

In the first place, she was neither a hero nor a savior, but just a swordsman.

And whether it is Cheonsalseong or Nabal.

If it was really this boy’s destiny to destroy the world, all he had to do was teach him the will of the sword to cut down even that destiny.

Because the Sword Master was the one who could cut down any fate.

What if it doesn’t work?

I guess it didn’t matter.

“Child. No matter what talent he has, if the world is one that cannot handle a child like you and must be cut to death in advance….” “….

”

“―It is only right for that damn world to be destroyed.”

If you really want to die, do something really bad that deserves death first and then ask for it.

Then, he said he would take responsibility and be willing to cut it.

The boy, who was looking at her with a grinning smile, eventually muttered with an expression on his face that he couldn’t understand.

“You are a strange person, Master.”

“Are you the only one doing it, you damn disciple?”

Just like that…

she received her second disciple.

The boy, who was alone, met his teacher for the first time.