Solo Swordmaster

#964. I believe

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Sareuk.

quietly.

It snows.

Like volcanic ash that buries the world.

Or like a dark cloud pouring out a deluge.

And what moves slowly between those snowflakes is a sword.

No, it’s not a sword, it’s a sword.

The disciple’s earnest will to stop even the world in order to follow the master who had lived a long time and had to live separated the providence.

Every time the slow-moving sword changes direction.

meaning unfolds.

『Jeongcheon Kyung Bronze Sword

Freezing Blue Sky Movement

When the sword stops,

does the world

move?』

The undead flocking from the snowy fields are turned into ice cubes by the blizzard at absolute zero.

The lightning strikes the wild beasts descending the mountain range one after another, turning them into ashes.

Giants crossing the river are swept away by heavy rain and waves.

The cracked earth swallows the bugs that rushed into the barrier.

all of those phenomena.

she was feeling

With the wind brushing your skin.

With the shaking transmitted to bare feet.

With a distant ringing that permeates your ears.

With the feeling transmitted to the fingertips holding the sword.

With the transcendent five senses and intuition that go beyond human limits even though the eyes are covered with bandages.

From beyond the wide-open horizon to the other side of distant mountains and across the now collapsed frontier.

Everything that you are cutting and can cut.

it’s a craft.

Not just domestic.

Spreading the senses beyond borders.

By pacing the distance and slashing the moves.

It was a feat that even the Sword Master, who controlled nearly half of the distant continent and caused all sorts of disasters, would be amazed.

Even more so in that it has been maintaining such a miracle for several months already.

It was.

Ever since the monster wave started.

Anastasia continued to wield her sword alone, defending dozens of defense lines alone.

In fact, if it wasn’t for her big success, no matter how hard the seven princesses and mankind tried, they wouldn’t have been able to stop the monsters.

Especially after the catastrophe three months ago.

Of course, that meant that she was carrying a huge burden.

Her physical condition was not good.

The bloody footprints that were engraved behind them every time their white, soft bare feet brushed the ground.

Every time he swung his sword, drops of blood flowed from his torn palms to his thin fingers.

Transparent skin trembling as if screaming, and limbs occasionally wriggling as if convulsing.

It was already letting her know that her body had reached its limits.

If you continue to overdo it, no matter how sword master you are, there will be permanent aftereffects or, at worst, your life will be in danger.

softly.

nevertheless.

she never stopped

Even if it’s slow, it’s steady without stopping.

He continued to swing his sword and cut down thousands upon thousands of monsters coming from far away.

‘Above.’

Unlike the body that has reached its limits, I think with a calm and calm mind without any shaking.

‘I believe in the small book.’

Like a priest who believes in God.

Like a sunflower chasing the sun.

With a single-minded heart without an inch of shaking, with the limits of pain and fatigue erased.

‘That you will come back safely.’

Remembering is a promise.

that I will definitely come back

An oath made by a lover at the risk of a sword.

Because I believe in him as a disciple and priest before being a sword master.

‘So until that day, the concubine will also do his best.’

covered with ice caps.

A mountain towering above the clouds.

at the top of the Himalayas.

She continued to swing her sword like that.

To keep the place he will return to until the return of his beloved.

* * *

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The melody permeates.

serenely calmly.

to soothe a weary heart.

self-invigorating.

Amidst the consciousness that had been blurred by that all-too-familiar sound, it gradually emerged.

Parr.

Long eyelashes sway.

Wriggling on the disheveled bed is a female body.

Seruk.

skinny calves.

White, smooth thighs.

A slim waist with no flab.

From the slender neck that draws a beautiful curve to the full chest.

Except for the blue feathers covering the important parts, she is not wearing a single thread, revealing her inner flesh.

She raised Booth.

“Haa…”

Maybe it’s because the night was so intense.

Amidst the bruised back, long hair that reached down to her hips clung to her sweaty skin.

The moment when she quietly sighed, with her mysterious glow in her hazy eyes as if she was still sleepy.

softly.

The sigh she let out turned into wind and gently brushed the hair clinging to her skin.

So little organized.

Still in a messed up look.

She got out of bed and moved slowly.

Clumsy like a baby chick, languid like a peacock walking on the shore of a lake, yet clear like a dove searching for a mate.

Following the calmly flowing melody.

through a long dark passage.

at the end of the stairs.

she found

A cabin filled with cabinets and machinery around a large table.

A white-haired man sitting with his back to him playing a violin black as night.

Gee ying.

Maybe I’m already used to it?

Like a mother’s lullaby.

It makes you feel at ease just by listening to it, but as if you appreciate a new beautiful melody every time you listen to it.

After closing her eyes for a moment, she stepped out.

one step after another.

Until you reach behind the man.

And…

.

Wrapping the two wings that had grown instead of arms around her stiff neck, she whispered densely into his ear.

“What are you doing by yourself after torturing me like that all night, honey?”

tall.

Is it because of the tickling breath that seeped into my ears along with the sweet voice?

Or is it because of the soft touch of the body that is vividly transmitted to the back?

stop playing

After putting down the violin.

The man turned his head slightly.

And at the end of looking at her with an alluring smile while hugging herself from behind.

he raised one hand.

Fuck!

“Aww?!”

“Who cares about this pet.”

“Ah! Didn’t you say that you joked too much? I just wanted to play newlyweds for a while!”

“I’ll play house twice and then hold the ceremony.”

Looking at the half-human, half-bird blue bird covering his reddened forehead with two wings and tearing up, he laughed for a while.

Limon, who put the violin into the shadows, asked casually.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

“I don’t really think about eating.”

“Even without thinking, keep your stomach full. If you keep starving, you will get sick.”

“Anyway, in case someone isn’t an old man, he always speaks like a grandfather at times like this…” He

seemed really reluctant.

A moment to scratch your head with your wings.

Yuna-kyung’s eyes twinkled as if she had a good idea.

“I’ll eat the homemade dish prepared by the team leader.”

“My homemade dish?”

“yes!”

“Why? I can bring out the same dish anyway.”

“However, that and this are different! What’s more, the team leader’s taste goes into it, doesn’t it?”

“Am I your mother?”

While lightly clicking his tongue, Limon obediently rose from his seat.

And hit the switch on the wall.

Wiing.

One side of the wall is strangely deformed, and various cooking utensils stored inside protrude.

Among them, after taking out various cooking ingredients from the small pot in the center, Limon put on an apron and started cooking.

Plump.

bubbling.

The sound of a kitchen knife playing on a chopping board.

Heat rising from boiling water.

A nice scent that is completed little by little.

Even the back view of him cooking.

No matter how delicious it is, you can never feel it when you eat only food that comes out right away.

In a sense, while she was enjoying a feast of the five senses that warmly embraced her heart beyond his performance, she laughed happily.

Limon put the finished dish on the table.

“Because it’s bibimbap and pork kimchi jjigae, the team leader knows something.”

“I made it randomly because the food synthesizer was broken, so don’t complain even if it doesn’t taste good.”

“Complaining! You can’t have such luxury over the team leader’s cooking.”

As if to prove one’s own words.

Yuna-kyung smiled and spread her wings lightly.

And the spoon floating in the air mixed well and spread it, and I ate the stew and stew.

how delicious to eat

Limon shook his head excitedly as he saw Yuna-gyeong, who made her feel full just by looking at it, reminiscent of a mukbang.

“Anyway, you’re pretty dizzy too. You’ve learned magic that far and still can’t change your wings.”

Keep the shapeshifting all day long.

Such as using magic without spells.

Even the archwitch couldn’t admire it, so she calmly did something that would startle her.

Yuna-kyung said calmly to him who was dumbfounded that only the feathers, including the two wings, were still intact.

“I can’t help it. The soul is affected by the body.”

“After all, are you a blue bird?”

“Yes, of course he is the cutest, most talented and lucky blue bird in the world.”

“…I’m proud of you, bastard.”

Should I say shameless?

Should I be proud?

It was a while to laugh at Yuna-gyeong, who declared without any anguish that she, as a human being, had already died a long time ago.

Eventually Limon sat across from her and started eating.

Dalgrak.

The spoon moves.

The tableware is slightly bumped.

Gulp, food goes over, etc.

Too calm to be still, too peaceful to be noisy.

In the middle of a meal in that space, without much conversation, as if it was a natural daily life.

forgot

The lights in the room were turned off.

But neither Limon nor Yuna-kyung.

I wasn’t disturbed by that fact.

He tapped the table with his wings to create a ball of light and spoke calmly.

“Singsingi worked so hard, but there are still a lot of problems with the line.”

“Isn’t it an engine problem rather than a circuit? Overdrive was overused so much that the Elemental System deserves to be broken.”

“Well, the reason the line went bad in the first place was because of the overdrive, so it must be a complex factor.”

“I’ll have to check the lines later too.”

“Ah, what do you do yourself? I’ll check that one, so the team leader, do what you have to do.”

It seems like it’s already familiar.

Let’s talk calmly for a while.

Suddenly, Yuna-kyung stopped the spoon that was moving with magic and looked up into the sky.

Then, as if calculating something, he was lost in thought, and suddenly opened his mouth.

“Team leader, when did the monster wave start in our world?”

“According to the calculations, it must have been half a year ago.”

“Is it half a year?”

Sounds like something very strange.

Yuna-kyung, who was absentmindedly reflecting on the answer, asked again after a while.

“Then how long has it been since we left on the Santa Maria?”

“…well.”

Because it happened on the same day.

The same weird question with the same answer.

Nevertheless, at the end of listening to the question that was not at all strange and looking into the air with a strangely vague expression.

Limon opened his mouth after a while.

“Maybe it’s been over 20 years?”

“I see…”

Slowly.

Yuna-kyung looked away.

And it was tidy until we left.

But now, after taking a quick glance at the cabin, the plywood has added traces of welding and some of the lamps are broken.

It’s like I realized it all over again.

muttered blankly.

“I am no longer a baby bird.”