Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 820

#820. A little, I’m sorry.

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Is this pain?

Or is it fatigue?

Feeling the hot heat pulsating inside your body as if you had swallowed a fireball.

She bowed her head.

“Cool.”

Cheeik!

The moment you cough.

The blood spit out of the mouth boils hot and evaporates the raindrops.

At least it should be considered fortunate that the rain is weakening in the aftermath of the fierce battle that just took place.

Or should I regret that it has become difficult to cool down.

Hasneti didn’t worry.

I just took a small step.

Nadia, who should have rushed and made a fuss as soon as she saw her coughing up blood, did not move.

either she

any other clan.

It was because most of them had already fainted or collapsed in a state of somnolence.

So without any restraint.

Hasneti was able to reach.

Even on a devastated battlefield, towards a person lying in the middle of a particularly badly destroyed place.

No, not exactly one person.

“It’s awful.”

in a cold, hoarse voice.

More like moaning than admiration.

Hasneti continued quietly.

“Are you still alive?”

open stomach.

Right arm missing.

The lower half of the body turned to ashes.

Only the upper half of his body was left, and even that was covered in blood and soot.

Nevertheless, to her who frowned upon seeing the strongest body in the world that was still breathing.

The monk, who would now be more appropriately called a half than a single person, smiled.

“Whoop… whoop. Thanks to the last realization I got.”

Swordsman Gandhi.

Use your own body as a sword.

By achieving the realm of the unification of the new sword.

A sword master who obtained the body of a true superhuman by obtaining a sword without holding up a sword.

The sword of Vishnu, the unaffected palace that he unfolded at the end, was the proof of life accumulated throughout his life and the essence of all swordsmanship.

It was enough to survive even the final blow of Rose and Hasneti Joan of Arc’s mixed powers.

…The problem was that although Gandhi’s swordsman’s sword could withstand it, his body could not.

A limit is a wall that cannot be crossed, but it is also a safety device that must not be crossed.

The cost of overdoing it twice in a short period of time was fatal.

At most, only 1 second.

Meanwhile, the body is broken.

The result of hitting the orb that penetrated the gap where the swordsman was released.

Gandhi, half of his body burned and crushed, spoke with a gentle smile.

“The Sword Master broke his own sword, so he deserves to die.”

Even if I have my favorite sword and save it.

A law that should not depend on the famous sword.

However, as a result of blindly believing in a body that was too strong, it broke itself.

It’s just a shame.

Hasneti said quietly, looking at Gandhi, who spoke calmly, with bloody eyes.

“Is it because you’re satisfied with the time you bought, even if it’s just for a second?”

“That’s not particularly satisfying.”

“Then why?”

without even achieving a dream.

At best, I lost my resurrected life in vain.

When she asked why she didn’t show any regret, Gandhi answered calmly.

“I just understood that this is karma.”

“…is it fate?”

“Rather than that, it should be called fate.”

Karma is fixed.

Dharma is choosing.

And what is the destiny that cannot be changed no matter how hard one tries, and what is the destiny that one can change oneself.

Until that moment comes.

Humans do not know the answer.

That is why it is natural to regard all life as fate and accept the fate that comes at the end even if we do our best.

Listen to what Gandhi said.

Hasneti said coldly.

“You are irresponsible.”

“Isn’t that how life is supposed to be?”

Gandhi chuckled.

If you succeed, you rejoice that you have changed your destiny through hard work. If you fail, you comfort yourself saying that it was your destiny anyway.

Even if you succeed, whether you are satisfied with it because it is your destiny, or if you fail, blame yourself for not being able to change your destiny due to lack of effort and work harder.

Destiny and fate are ultimately one and the same.

You are free to accept it.

If you’ve done your best in life, you don’t have to fear death.

That is why Gandhi was not shaken by the rapidly draining blood and cold body.

I was just sorry.

“It’s not enough to be called a reward for the winner, but I will give you one last piece of advice.”

Is this karma?

Or is it different?

How much can the words he leave behind affect the fate of the world?

Stop worrying about not knowing the answer forever.

najik says

“Please watch out for Master.”

“…What do you mean?”

To her wriggling eyebrows.

Gandhi did not bother to explain.

Even if he, who was his enemy, had to say more than this, he would regard it as an alien to instill unnecessary suspicion.

But why did he try to unite the world to keep peace?

What is the essence of a Sword Master?

what is a sword?

if you understand

because you will find out on your own.

Gandhi ended his speech quietly with a smile.

“You will know when the time is right.”

“….”

“After all, the world is spinning and spinning….”

Like that….

he was a pacifist.

I believe that everything is reincarnated.

Similarly, even death was considered part of reincarnation, which could have caused a world war.

One of the worst sword masters in history.

The figure of Gandhi, the swordsman, disappearing as a handful of ashes, leaving only a gentle smile, not befitting his notoriety.

Hasneti could only watch in silence.

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Consciousness is blurred.

The senses are twisted.

body loses strength

Like ashes after everything was burned.

For a while, I hope you are immersed in the sense that even who you are and what you are doing is scattered in a hazy way.

Chow.

Instead of tapering raindrops.

Wet your body gently.

Even though the flames that had already wrapped around her body had disappeared, she felt the clear water droplets pleasantly cooling her still warm body.

she opened her mouth.

“Are you done?”

“…That’s right.”

“okay.”

already blurred vision.

Still, she closed her eyes, thankful that her ears were still hearing properly.

And after a short silence, he opened his mouth again.

“Blue lizard. Could you tell the teacher?”

“What do you mean?”

“The poor disciple said thank you.”

What I wanted to say directly if possible.

But now I know that I don’t have much time left.

Hearing the message Joan of Arc asked for instead, Rose put on a complicated expression.

“It’s not an apology, it’s a thanks.”

“Huhu, didn’t I tell you?”

“…”

“No matter how much time passes and no matter what atonement is made, the sins will not disappear.”

yes it is

he has sinned

If only the British Empire had resented it.

If only I had hated Sword King Richard.

Even if she had cut Richard to death, Limon would not have blamed him, let alone punished him.

Rather, he would have comforted his disciple by drinking a toast at the grave of a friend who died happily because his wish was fulfilled.

But she crossed the line.

He hated the British, not the British Empire.

Children and adults, men and women, nobles and people.

Carnage was created to wipe out all English, no matter what.

Since the British Empire was a country that exploited France and enriched itself through war, they thought that the pigs who shared in the abundance were also guilty.

But the moment I saw an English girl who was French in London today.

I finally found out.

After all, a country is just a fence.

People can cross at any time.

Just as Gaul became the French kingdom and the French Republic, the fence could change at any time.

Therefore, the fact that his massacre of the British was no different from the act of massacring the French in the end.

Just as if a man had committed a crime and regarded all men as criminals, he would believe that all men should be killed because men have committed crimes.

If England had perished.

for threatening France.

He would have destroyed other countries someday.

Furthermore, even France would have been divided into more pure France and those who were not, and the massacre would have continued.

“I must not be forgiven.”

“…”

“But how can I ask for forgiveness from the teacher?”

maybe you’re lucky

If you meet Limon in person.

Even if he didn’t apologize, he might have forgiven this foolish disciple.

That’s why, knowing that this would happen, I went against the spell and defended London.

She may not be able to atone for it, but instead, she decided to carry the guilt and leave, and continued with a light smile.

“One last thing.”

“…”

“I’ll take care of the French.”

At best, France, which has been resurrected, can be destroyed again in one day and returned to the British Empire.

Instead, please do not discriminate against the French who live here and will live in the future, but please protect and take care of them.

At the end of silence while watching Joan of Arc speaking in a faint voice.

got a sword

standing in front of his chest.

Rose said in a heavy voice.

“I swear to the ancestor, I will do my best so that your people will not experience unreasonable discrimination or misfortune.”

“…reliable.”

hear that oath.

Joan of Arc smiled.

After all, even if it was just a promise, he knew that this oath would definitely be kept.

She is the Blue Dragon Princess.

Because she was a more righteous and noble princess than anyone else she knew, who even acknowledged her lofty teacher.

Tuduk.

Is it because it relieves regret?

A cracked finger.

Feet full of soot.

One calf that has already disappeared below.

Feeling that even a handful of vitality, which had already run out, gradually turned into ashes and scattered in time for it to escape.

Suddenly.

Mumble.

“Still, I’m a little sorry.”

The wish has been fulfilled.

I also solved the last regret.

Even so, in the remaining sadness.

Joan of Arc closed her eyes and imagined.

If he hadn’t caused the massacre…

no, if he had stopped cutting Richard the Sword King and asked for guilt after laying down his sword in front of Limon who was blocking him.

Instead of having Limon kill her.

order a lifelong atonement.

accept the punishment

Stop the spirit uprising.

teach juniors

Fight against the Seven Dragons.

Resolving the World War and the Demon God.

To prevent the collapse of France altogether.

For 600 years, together with Limon, he may have been called the protector of mankind and could have had a happy smile in France.

I can only imagine it, but just thinking about it warms my heart.

That’s why it’s more bitter.

think of the future

Of course, that can’t happen.

Because I know that it is an illusion that will not even become an impossible delusion unless time is turned back.

finally smiled.

she murmured.

“…I wanted to call the teacher ‘sister’ one more time.”

like a single flower.

a bit painful

little bit satisfactory.

With such a faint smile

Although called a mad slayer by everyone else, in France he was considered a hero to the end.

He loved his country so much.

So instead of hating the country.

I’d rather be crazy.

French saints.

gone