Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

On my last day, I was to learn swordsmanship from Aaron.

Even so, it's just the basic mould because of time constraints. He has been taught the genres that come from his ancestors, such as how to set up, swing swords, and recieve them.

"The sides are too open. Bend your knees a little more and lower your posture."

"Is it like this?

"Uh-huh. Subtly different."

Aaron actually shows me the midsection in front of me. I think it's the same...... Aaron, an uncompromising man, does not tolerate a slight discrepancy, and he kindly teaches us each and every form of setup.

With that in mind, I can also say that my swordsmanship level has improved considerably. Aaron said he could finally be human from a goblin. Well, I was free to wave my black sword as I've been going, so could I just be treated like a goblin?

By acquiring swordsmanship, the sword is likely to wield more rationally than before.

I'll follow Aaron's example and readjust the midsection.

"What do you say?

"Hmm, much better. Try lowering your sword a little bit."

This little bit is very difficult to add or subtract. I will lower the blade tip slightly toward heaven.

"Right there. It reminds the body of its condition."

"Yes."

Satisfied with the way it was, Aaron delivers the holy sword he had to his sheath.

"That's it, it was a short period of three days, but it often came with the instruction of Nan. In swordsmanship, we're still far from excusing everyone, but we taught them all basic behavior. The rest is based on daily repetitive exercises. If you want to go up there, take advantage of this experience and work hard."

"Thank you!

Now I'm going to have taught the basics all the way. I've been poured into training for everything but dinner and bedtime all three days, so I'm pretty hectic. But even Aaron, who told me, must be pretty tired. The feeling I see doesn't make me feel that at all...... that's Kensei.

Aaron said he used to get the title of Kensei from the king in the king's capital. Kensei is a very honorable title given to those who have done numerous martial arts in the Crown Demon Crusade and have contributed to the King's Capital over the years.

But Aaron insists on disqualifying himself as a sword saint. That must be because we've lost an irreplaceable family in exchange for the title. Even what I really wanted to protect still seems to blame myself for not being able to protect it. And I felt like I even hated myself for the past I kept fighting to be a sword saint.

Aaron smiles at me as he wipes his forehead sweat.

"Finally, travel here tomorrow or don't get lonely"

"Yeah, there's something I want to do."

"Gallia... that looks terrible right now. I don't care if I tell you not to go, it seems useless."

I'm telling Aaron I'm going for Gallia. I'm surprised, they make me look convinced. Because the samurai I remember in my arms will eventually go for Gallia.

The border with Gallia, full of demons, is the best hunting ground for samurai to earn expensive crusade prizes. Instead, the risk of losing lives is very high. High Risk High Return.

A samurai says he dreams of going once and making more money for life than he can spend.

"Faith, I'll tell you one thing. If you're going to Gallia for someone, don't do it. In that place where the dragons dance in the sky, life and so on. Over there, it's finally time to fight while only protecting your own life. Don't just fight for someone."

"Still, I..."

"And you look like you're not good at fighting while protecting something.... That's all Non can say."

Aaron walks up to the well. To sweat under my guidance.

My back, not saying itself and walking away from me, seemed lonely for some reason. Maybe he's worried about me going to Gallia and dying.

Even though it was only three days, Aaron was looking at me as a disciple. If I knew that, I would be ashamed of myself for being only happy on the upper side when I could conveniently get instruction from Kensei.

Then, about the end of the day, it would also be the disciple's role to flush the master's back.

Greed calls me after Aaron through his Reading Mind skills.

'You haven't seen an endangered samurai like that in a long time... They made me stronger. Be sure to thank me.'

"You don't have to tell me, I will"

Me and Aaron are having a breakup dinner, Mine. Mine, as always, looks uninterested and carries food in his mouth. Isn't it delicious? As far as I'm concerned, rice cooking with lots of vegetables tastes great without complaining!

"Mine eats everything tastes bad."

"Oh, because I have no taste... same no matter what I eat"

"Yes, it was."

I didn't know. If that's the case, don't be discouraged. Said it was delicious on the side and I've been eating it all over.

"Nothing Faith cares about. Because this is what I chose."

Somehow, I felt like that had something to do with my anger skills. But I'm not willing to pursue it here. 'Cause now it's dinner to spare Aaron a goodbye. If I derail Mine's story here, it'll ruin it.

Aaron admires us for that.

"Mine seems complete as a samurai. All of that is polished, such as standing and behaving, temperament…. It won't even reach my feet."

Praised and Mine doesn't seem to feel bad, he talks to Aaron face to face for the first time.

"Aaron has eyes to see. Let's remember the name. If you train for a thousand years or so, Aaron can get a little closer to me too"

"Ha-ha-ha, a thousand years... distracting story. Old fashioned people are tough on short nongs."

"I can't help it. Because that's the limit as a person."

Hmm!? Doesn't that make Mine seem like a person? Whatever you look like, even though you look like a human girl?

Aaron doesn't seem to care about my questions like that.

Maybe he's feeling something heterogeneous from Mine. But if it's not evil, maybe it's like accepting it as one personality.

"Just one thing, can you ask Mine?

"Fine."

Put the meal vessel on the table. Aaron changes and asks Mine.

"Fifty years ago, when a large group of demons appeared east of here, I saw you no different than I do now. That figure was just enough to be called a war ghost. Who the hell are you?

"I... a ghost who is not allowed to die. I'm sure it was me Aaron saw. But I don't remember it being a big fight."

"Well, are you going to tell me that's no big deal?... This is a different dimension"

Aaron says so, looking up to heaven. I'm sure you're thinking back to the battle fifty years ago.

And the laughter leaks.

"I didn't expect to meet so many wonders at this age... it's something I'd try to live for a long time. Sorry to interrupt your meal. Come on, eat up. You're free to change, ha-ha."

Aaron and Mine start eating silently, feeling like they've found a dropping place. I can't keep up with the conversation...

What bothers me is the word Mine said, "I'm not allowed to die". Does it mean immortality, or immortality? Speaking of which, I think I know Greed, and maybe she's lived pretty long.

As I spin my thoughts, my bulimia skills start rumbling out only at times like this. Because I was forced to maintain a half-starved state for two days. If this feels like it, it's going to be a full-fledged transition to hunger.

The limit of patience is near. I'll interrupt the meal and tell Aaron.

"It's a corner meal... hey, me... I'm going to hunt for the demon. But there's a demon nesting in an ancient castle west of here."

"What happened suddenly? You look pale."

"It's..."

I lost my way and lay low about my bulimic skills and told Aaron that I was in shape to defeat the demons. Then he doesn't have a hard time doubting me, and he believes the story.

Apparently, he was guessing that he was under some kind of curse when he saw my right eye stain red and then it looked spicy.

"Well, does it load your mind if you don't? That's a nasty story."

"I'm getting used to it a lot, but it seems like we're still not getting along"

"He wants to go to that old castle to get rid of it..."

"Yes."

I knew a very delicious smell from that ancient castle would flow in the wind after I went half-starved. Probably a strong demon.

Yesterday, when I asked Aaron, he was telling me that even though he was clouding his mouth, he was.

"There's a powerful crown demon over there. The majority of them pouring into the village are demons that sprang up there."

"Yesterday I also asked...... why do you keep rooting for demons?

If I thought you wouldn't tell me the same as you did yesterday, Aaron was different today.

After viewing the painting on the shelf next to the bed, meditate on your eyes for a while. And slowly open your mouth.

"It was originally the castle of Non. … there is still a family of Nong there"

Right... that old castle belonged to Aaron. And I have the family of Aaron, who died. But what does that mean now?

Aaron continues to answer my questions.

"The crown demon nesting in the ancient castle is Richie Lord, who has the name of pioneer of death. That manipulates the dead. I mean, Noon was shielded by his dead wife, son... and the people, and he couldn't do anything."

Aaron looks sad and sees family paintings. But soon you'll be staring straight at me.

"It would also be on the edge of something for Faith to have come. This could be our last chance to break the past."

"That's..."

"Let Noon lead us to the ancient castle. I don't know what to do. Can I accompany you?

"Of course it is. I'd be comfortable if Aaron were here."

"If that's what you're gonna say, I'd appreciate it. Then let's go right away."

Me and Aaron getting ready.

In the meantime, Mine is still eating alone. Perhaps you're not willing to follow me.

Geared up, Aaron goes to Mine and does a favor.

"I'm sorry, but when a demon comes while Nong is not in this village, I want you to protect him. Can you do me a favor?

"Fine. Instead, five gold coins"

I didn't expect to charge you money at a time like this...... I tried to complain to Mine, but Aaron would control it with his hands and stop it.

"If I can hire a samurai like you for five gold coins, it's cheap. There's a lot of storage in that old castle. Not five gold coins for a successful fold, but fifty."

"Oh, okay. Good luck."

A thin smile leaks on the face of a faceless mine. I guess Aaron's suggestion was very appealing because she is collecting money for her village. Ugly, he starts waving a black axe around the house. Don't worry... you can do it outside.

Mine calls out to me as I leave the house.

"Don't die here. My Purpose Needs Faith"

"It's okay, I'm not going to die until we get to Gallia."

"Yes, then good."

Me and Aaron go for the old castle looking west while some reassuring Mine drops us off.