The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

Regardless of personal sentiments, the presence of mountain waters was absolute for the Sopeds and had become something of a symbol.

Anyway, he excelled in swordsmanship, and even comparable objects did not exist in simple combat abilities.

I can't use magic, I can heal someone's injuries, I can't do any of those festivals I've been asked to, but I'm just simply strong.

Having him with purely ridiculous skill was in the interest of the whole Sopeid family, not just Doowe individuals.

Perhaps it was also the anticipation of the House of Bathrub's lord to allow me to be added to the bloodline, or perhaps to him.

And even though I possessed the divine sword of amplifying the effects of all magic, that all magic could be used, it was still not a battle.

His identity was about to be revealed. With a very cruel truth, even for me.

"Swimbok... that was definitely your master's name"

The face of the Sopeds certainly knows its name.

I had never met him in person just because he was told from Sansui's mouth, but he was the only man in the world who would have more strength than Sansui.

It is in a way convincing that the name is spoken from the most powerful sword. But obviously there's something wrong.

There is no way that a sword that has been sealed for more than a thousand years knows the master of Sansui, who is now alive.

"You inherited the name Suibok for over a thousand years..."

The head of the Sopeds had spoken of the most likely possibilities. Instead of saying that, I'd say there's no other way.

Nevertheless, that is phenomenal. A thousand years ago, this country was born.

If that's all the school or pedigree has been around for a long time, it has to be interrogated.

"Bullshit! Immortals who want to use immortals die in a thousand or two years!

But no other divine sword was crying out like that.

The divine sword, which had been sealed for more than a thousand years, had made a statement that would undo every premise.

Yes, because he has not changed his appearance in any way for at least five years, called Kensei the Child Face.

"Answer me, young man! You, the disciple of Suibo, who was my Lord!

"... Yes, it is. My master's name is Suibok... he is a master of swordsmanship and fairy arts who has lived for more than a thousand and five hundred years, even if I only know him. Perhaps, your swordsman himself."

Everyone closes their mouth to the statement that they have lived for more than a thousand and five hundred years. That is the time that has passed for the country to perish with interest and just disappear into history.

Wouldn't that be human or anything anymore?

"About me... I've heard of it. He dumped me."

"Yeah, I never even heard of it. But... I've heard about the training phase."

Sansui spoke quietly.

Probably the strongest swordsman in this country and the strongest swordsman far beyond imagination, the strongest swordsman acknowledges.

The cruel truth that he has come to.

"The training of the sword begins with waving the stick. If you repeat it, your muscles will follow you step by step."

That was very common.

"And you will have the strength to wave a heavier iron sword than a wooden sword, and you will be stronger as it is"

Nothing wrong with that either.

"Basically, sword strength is arm strength. Being able to wield a heavy sword is very worthwhile just that. If only they were wearing armor."

As I said earlier, the fact that you defended your festival self is not a shard wrong either.

Slightly daunting to do in duels and matches, but naturally consolidating oneself in war.

It was expensive and heavy, but it was still important to protect yourself.

If you consolidate your defense, you can focus on the attack, and above all, you won't die. If so, it is not a bad thing to defend yourself.

"This means that a strong weapon, something that can manipulate a special weapon, becomes a strong man. I guess the most important example of this is the Divine Sword."

That was natural.

Whether you give a famous sword to something mediocre or a magical weapon, to some extent you can fight it, but that's the limit.

The special weapon was that it made sense to give to those who matched it.

"He who possesses the strongest divine sword, the highest skill. That's the strongest swordsman. He also said that there was a time when he thought so... but for the master it was a crossing point"

No one knew what it meant to make it a crossing point there.

Because that's where it was right and 10,000 imaginary swordsmen.

At least, if the mountain water gets a divine sword, it will become a strong man you can't even imagine anymore.

Except for the fact that that is already the case at the moment.

"He thought one day. That destination is a sword-dependent existence. A blacksmith who can make a strong sword is the strongest."

It was understandable to the face of the aristocrats, regardless of the festivities I and Snae.

Extreme stories, if there is a blacksmith who can produce large quantities of divine swords, that is more valuable than the strongest swordsmen, etc.

Of course, a blacksmith job is not an individual complete, but good weapons manufacturing techniques are undoubtedly directly linked to military power.

"So the master stepped further in. We tried to create special moves that didn't depend on the strength of the weapon, that is, whether it was deep or special."

I can see that, too. At least I was about to produce and use such objects.

Slightly different in order, but it is common to fight with magic to strengthen the sword, which can also be described as a special attack.

"And as a result of the painful effort to produce it... I thought that" shapes "like Deep Righteousness and Special Attacks would also create useless shapes for the sword... and I decided to do a bareback with a wooden knife as a regression of origin"

"Oh, I suppose so! That's what he said, he stopped using me at all! If I don't need you, you dumped me! I want you to be a longevity swordsman because I want to be even higher!

The sword girl was in tears. After all, the correctness was proven here.

In other words, the strongest swordsman is the strongest sword without having to use it.

Even a wooden knife, with its bare hands, can easily control those with the strongest swords.

He said the strongest 'sword' is not a shaped 'sword', but an intangible rationality that is exerted even without a sword. The 'sword' technique had proven to be the strongest sword.

"As a Immortal, as something with no life span, I encourage further drilling so you can help the others! That's what he dumped me for!

I was just going around.

The strongest swordsman has gone through a swordsman worthy of a divine sword to become a swordsman who doesn't need a divine sword.

Because that's the truth, Sang-san felt sorry for her.

Festival with my forsaken sword and mountain water with my sword cultivated by Suibok.

The victory and defeat had truly come to a brutal end, beating Eckezax's heart more than I did at the Festival.

"Maybe... my master abandoned you... because he was so loud..."

"Though they did say so!

"Besides, the master had already passed the stage where he needed to practice, and he didn't have someone to use... you weren't bored either..."

"Naturally! When you get here with him, all you have to do is swing from morning to night!? And hundreds of years! Can we hang out!

It has been a fiercely vulgar story, but it seems inevitable in some ways to make a distinction.

A swordsman who only waves barely from morning to evening, so sick of immortal divine swords that have no life span.

There was no way that such an abstinent 'immortal' could be with a softly self-proclaiming divine sword.

"Actually, I think you're the strongest. Normal people can't train as long as we do. It's a theoretical value that ends with blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. So

"But... it's a man like Swibbock who really deserves to be called the strongest."

"Yes, but... I don't know if I'm going to tell you what I need to know, but I don't need to be that strong."

Mountain waters are sure, they don't need that much power, they don't need to use that kind of magic, but if you're going to say that, you don't need skill enough to control those with bare hands and a divine sword.

"I know it's an analogy that only I know of, but I'm trying to complete a game that can be completed at forty levels with the strongest gear, just the initial gear with tie-in play… even beyond that, I'm just trying to clear" Takeshi ""

It is a sermon of sight from above, against the divine sword.

But it was certainly a small story for those with a lifespan.

Rather than that, even if there was no life expectancy, I can't keep waving my sword from morning to evening, etc.

"Hey... what... Sansui, how old are you?

Afraid, Blois confirming the age of his colleagues.

I haven't changed my appearance at all since five years ago, how old is my partner?

"A little over five hundred."

Error, about twenty years.

Everyone had lost their voice to the age far beyond the history of the Sopeds that followed from the founding of the country.

"That said, I don't know if I'd say it myself, but I just trained for five hundred years, and I'm unknown, unschooled, and barbaric. It's not a misunderstanding or anything."

A mountain water that speaks openly of its own indulgence.

Yes, I was just hiding my identity, I wasn't hiding any abilities.

Black and white mountain waters are just plain swordsmen strong. Just because the backbone of that strength comes from five hundred years of training.

"You can't win."

The head of the Bathrub family, who is shy and convincing.

There's no way an organism with a fixed lifespan can beat someone who's been training for five hundred years.

When I trained to get half a month of thighead, it didn't extend far in total quantity or purity, naturally.

"Or immortality?! Can Immortal Users Be Immortal?!

The school director was greatly puzzled.

A boy in front of me has lived before the founding of the school, rather than his own age.

I can only marvel at that fact as an old man.

"It's not immortality, it's immortality."

"Uhm, say Immortal. If they're decapitated, don't die like that."

Immortals and Divine Swords modify.

Immortality means not getting old and not dying, but immortality means dying just not getting old.

As the school director and the immortal said, if you get hit in the head with a stone there, you'll die just like that.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll tell you the first time, Feast Me. I'm not going to teach you fairy arts. How many minutes I haven't gotten a single authorization from my master, and more importantly, my training in fairy arts takes too long. Even if you train under your master, how long did it take to be able to use immortality?"

Paralysis of immortal specific time intervals.

Even with the shifts in the four seasons, even the number of times it was like the sun setting and climbing, and not something I could remember for a while.

"Yeah... dozens of times the forest trees have grown and withered..."

"No, that's fine..."

A festival that manipulates all sorts of magic. Even if I have the qualities of immortality, it is not something I can master at all.

Festival I remember a lot of magic early by high qualities, but still didn't feel like spending decades mastering fairy arts. Or even a few years I don't like it.

"Hey, what does the Immortal eat?! What's going on with the metabolism?!

"I'm eating Summer"

"Water?! Just water?!

"No appetite, no urine, no convenience in the last few hundred years..."

Mountain waters answering the school director's questions, discipline.

Against a more authentic Immortal than I thought, Festival I understood how impotent I was challenging my opponent.

"I don't have lust. But you have a craving for sleep, and you slept with your master for a week or so when there was a storm that didn't fit inside."

"That's not sleep craving, is it?!

Immortals who are more stoic life forms than you can imagine.

Every time I learned about that ecology, I was supposed to know the senselessness of pursuing whether it was the ultimate or the most powerful.

"How to train in fairy arts?!

"I will swing bare with a wooden knife as the morning sun rises and surrounded by nature, then sleep after repeating it until the sun sets. And resume bareback as the sun rises. I will continue this for the rest of my life."

"Lifetime?! What about shrinkage?! What about light weight?! What's the rush?!

"When I was barebacking, I realized I could do it."

Don't drink and eat from morning to evening and keep shaking.

Then you'll be strong too, but what's the point in those days?

Honestly, I totally don't understand what's fun and alive.

"So in the last five hundred years I've learned nothing but swordsmanship and fairy arts except how to dress and make grass and wooden knives. As long as you're ashamed."

When I realized I was barebacking, I had a rare magic on me, and I had no choice but to complain about the rambling argument that the servant sage.

Everyone understood the statement that went through the sports club system.

If you can't be the strongest without that, you don't have to aim for the strongest.

"Hey, there's a grave here..."

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm, you've got a lot of customers these days."

"Hey, what is this kid?!

"Relax, you know what they saw."

"Hmm, it's been a long time since you've been targeted for murder. But there is no compelling argument. I made the tomb, but what's wrong?

"... So this grave is a recent one?

"Oh, a woman with a silver-haired baby was eaten to death by a wolf. I buried it in the soil, thinking that it would be religiously unintentional to feed the beast or the bird. Although, I buried it with vegetables, so it's the food for insects in the earth."

"You say it's a baby with silver hair?!

"Where did that baby do it?!

"I felt pity to die like this, so I left it to the disciples of Non to send them to the people"

"Your apprentice?! You're not as old as you look, you little shit!

"Is that a rare magic user?!

"Oh man, I don't want you to use magic or anything in the woods..."

"... I'll pull it off, report it anyway!

"Are you sure?

"Bringing the report home is a priority over killing witnesses!

"Did you get away... umm, clever clever. Decide what you need to accomplish and move along it, regardless of the other person's appearance or strength. It is proof that you are correctly aware of your role and that you are not drowning in power. It's still a good thing to look at someone smart. Still, it's called a woman who came dressed up to such an outward demonic realm, saying they've been after that woman... apparently there's a big vortex going on. Nevertheless, any storm is only a twist in the atmosphere and a part of the circulation of water, a part of the luxury of man's world. opponents of good mates with good conditions for territorial strife, food grabbing, and leaving offspring behind, and the right of initiative of the group. Man is also an animal and part of nature, and what he does is no different from a beast. I know you'll be fine, but don't take too many people personally, my disciple."