Backwater Old Man Becomes A Swordmaster の小説・ストーリー

He said resting his back on the door wall. "I.... Uhm... how.... do I... uhm, well... earn the right to be... uhm... uhm... fucked... fucked.... By your... uhm... uhm..." "By my cock." Master cuts in. I coughed repeatedly, my eyes staring at the cold tiles. "Yeah, that." I blinked my eyes, squeezing my fingers together.

As it turned out, a person could be reborn, but that didn't mean they automatically became smarter. Ultimately, Isaac had never received the polished education fit for a proper noble son. He had also never read any novels fraught with schemes and trickery. When it came to ruining people, his tricks seemed to begin and end with the same tired schemes. And so, when an attendant I didn't recognize splashed water onto my robes, I knew at once that it had begun. I headed toward the private room that had been arranged for me so I could change my clothes, my personal attendant in tow. As we passed a quiet stretch of corridor, another attendant hurried over and begged mine for help.

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

I didn’t want to spend too much time throwing soft punches. Once he was exhausted, I attacked him with a vengeance. My fist hit his jaw, his neck, and the last one I aimed at his heart. He let out a long howl of pain before falling to the ground and unable to stand up again. I stood in front of him, trying to catch my ragged breath. “You need to learn to control your emotions, Brother. Your muscles and skills mean nothing if you don’t use your brain. You forget every wise word from Father.” I looked at him with pity. “Two years, and this is all you’ve got?” I mocked him on purpose.

The old man looked at Mystic Vale: "I should've thought more carefully about whether you were still alive, junior brother. You really were stubborn." "Junior brother? What was going on? Why did Master Skyweave call him 'junior brother'?" The old man took a step forward: "Solaris Hold really couldn't do anything to him. He shattered my soul before and knocked me off the back mountain cliff. I thought he was long gone, but I didn't expect him to show up here and even become the acting master of Solaris Hold. That shouldn't be possible. What did you do to the real master of Solaris Hold?"

She had tried to find out more but seemed like nothing she could get. One day, he brought his sword and showed it to the captain. After almost two weeks of recovery, the old man had returned to his normal state. He studied the weapon intently. "Impressive. Who's your mentor, young man?" "My father." So, you're coming from a military roots, I suppose?" He smiled, said nothing in answer. Suddenly he looked mysterious in her eyes. Seemed like the captain didn't care as much as she was, the old man didn't push him further about that. The captain promised to show him some moves the next day.

Malric “I don’t think I have ever seen you in this town, sonny,” the old man said, his dirty sweat soaked singlet sticking to his body like a second skin. He had just finished hammering down on the hot, molten blade of a sword he had just made and now handed it to me to dip it in the wooden bucket of water, “what did you come down here for?”

“How about this?” The old man glanced at Andrius and said casually, “Starting today, you’ll try swordsmithing. As long as you forge a legendary sword, I’ll let you leave.” Swordsmithing... Andrius nodded. “Deal.” “Your injuries are too severe, and you’ve just exhausted yourself. You can start tomorrow.” The old man turned to leave. “Wait.” Andrius asked, “Elder, may I know your name?” “Just call me Elder Frye.”

Even if you have achieved something by practicing swordsmanship, you are only dealing with the Lord Yan every day, and you may die that day The old man was completely using a tone of persuasion from someone who had come over, and for some reason, Allen Peterson heard the story from the old man's words. But no matter what the old man said, Scar remained motionless, sitting on his knees and looking at his long knife. Seeing the appearance of the scar, the old man sighed helplessly, put away the kitchen knife, and cleaned the restaurant. The hunched posture cannot be associated with the person who defeated Scar with just one move. Allen Peterson helped Ava Smith up from the ground and walked up

He sat cross legs at the depth of the pool, opening his eyes, he saw the figure who took him to the pool. “Who are you?” he asked once again. “I am Ha chi, the master of the seven swords of a maniac, I once possessed the Dragon spirit, before I died, I am your predecessor” Miles didn't know anything about himself, he knew he had an abnormal strength, he could defeat Rogan with just a punch, and he could heal with just water. "Lend me your body, I want to revenge my death, and I will bestow the sword of a maniac”