Chapter 2.7 (2/2)

What should I say… that thing’s a demonic weapon. Not even the strongest demonic weapon is as powerful as that thing. Instant death is better than eternal pain, after all.

I’d rather die than feel that pain ever again.

And after learning sword arts for a few days, I realized something.

This man… is an unsurpa.s.sable wall.

The sword arts that he taught was simple. There was no change in it. But there was no weakness in it either.

A sword arts of one hit, one kill. Nothing else is needed. Not even power, nor profound movements can beat that simpleness.

Once I realized this, I became afraid. Please read the real thing at s...o...b..novels.com

Can I… Can I achieve my vengeance here? If just the instructor was this strong, how much can I damage the organization?

Unlike my thoughts, my body carefully executes the sword moves that I have been taught. An evil art that only aimed to kill. But it was also something more beautiful than anything else I had seen before.

It was something that was simple, but that simpleness only served to make this sword arts harder to use. It was a perfect example that showed that simple things were the most profound things in the world. I became entranced in the moves that the instructor had shown me, and began to follow them carefully.

The h.e.l.l… these kids are scary…

My body’s executing the moves that I had practiced in the past, but my head is on full alert.

Did I… think wrongly? Did this girl get blessed by G.o.ds and demons alike? How the h.e.l.l is she getting into a trance already?!

I was just farming when I was her age, you know? They say children absorb knowledge like sponge, but how the h.e.l.l is that girl following my moves with a sword that’s too heavy for her? She’s stealing my Battle Sword Arts that I developed through the course of 20 years!

I might actually be sucked dry at this rate?! If you're seeing this, you are reading this series from a pirate site.

Of course, the Battle Sword Arts, which was something commonly called the Life-Death Sword Arts by the mercenaries, was simple. Whenever a person who never learned high cla.s.s sword arts somehow survived in battle, and when this experience stacks, you become knowledgable in how to kill. The sword art that is compiled from these experiences is called the Life-Death Sword Arts, and when I came into the organization, I compiled all those random sword arts into one art known as the Battle Sword Arts.

But… the sword arts that I made after a s.h.i.+tload of research is?! The one thing I relied on to protect myself is?! W, what do I do? I have to train these kids for 5 years. I thought I’d be stronger than them till the end… I might actually be killed before the end?! Holy s.h.i.+t, scary!

And after a few training sessions, I became confident in the fact that… I, I might actually die!

I thought the girl got a fortuitous event or something at first, but… the next day, she seemed extremely comfortable when it came to using the sword.

Right. In the end, this sword arts was a Life-Death Sword Arts! It required a person to know the arts by heart. But that girl got in a trance every day, and ended up trying to modify it to fit her more.

…In conclusion, I got sucked dry. I got sucked dry! One of my 7 life insurances is gone!!

Calm down, calm down… It wasn’t my retirement insurance anyway… I just got robbed of my method of protection… Ah… I’m depressed…

Anyway… what’s up with kids these days? I have nothing to teach. They just fall into a trance the moment I begin to teach them.

This was something that famous swordsmen did every once in a while though? Do they have meds for something like this nowadays?

Back then, I didn’t know. I didn’t know that these kids were monsters. Once I realized that, it was too late. You already know that this is a thieve's den, don't you?

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