"That's it, you don't even know this, just come to Sword Street, what the hell are you here for?"

Aoyama is indeed a junior who is being taught at this moment.

In the face of this yin and yang strange speech, he is not easy to attack, so he can only answer correctly with a slight lack of confidence.

"Brigade... Travel, probably?"

Scratching his face, Aoyama smiled a little awkwardly.

Syllable.

Flicked his fingers and flicked the cap of the beer bottle on the table in front of Aoyama.

Furgan, who had made room, pressed his arms against the table and began to explain to Aoyama.

"If you don't know anything, you'll lose your life, listen, the so-called Hundred Soldiers Conference .................."

The so-called Hundred Soldiers Congress.

As the name suggests, it is the highest feast for hundreds of weapons to gather together for the first time in a hundred years.

To seek is to win a ranking, the first in the world!

Today, when it comes to weapons, talk about what men dream of.

He has to be.

The gentleman of the soldiers, the king of the soldiers, the king of the hundred soldiers, the weapon of the emperor.

—————— sword!

Why do so many people practice swords?

Why do so many people wear swords?

Why did scholars in ancient times have swords?

Why do towns use swords?

Why are swords adapted into so many stories, so many, all kinds of swords?

Why is it that most of the themes of online literature are written about swords, and even the word sword is added to the name of the work, trying to attract readers with the name of the sword?

Why not a gun? Why not an axe?

There is only one answer, because ————

In the last meeting of the hundred soldiers, it was this sword that turned the tide.

Because of this, the location of this conference is also the most representative of the sword, the sea trade island where the swordsmen gather - Sword Street!

And now, all kinds of Qimen weapons and famous nobles will gather here again, ready to move, and want to be ashamed............

No time limit, no place limit, after the start of the game, up to three people as weapons representatives to participate in the competition, in addition to the required weapons, there are no taboos, left to the last weapon, it is the next hundred soldiers!

Once upon a time, I don't know which competition, the winners laid down the ranking of eighteen weapons.

Knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, ge, hammers, clubs, lances, clubs, spears, rakes..................

And today, I don't know how many martial arts have been lost, there are still strong people who want to prove that their martial arts along the way are the strongest!

There is no time limit, there are no taboos, and a bloody battle for survival is about to begin..................

"This is the Hundred Soldiers Conference. ”

Fu Yigan rubbed his beard, quite satisfied with the result of his explanation to Aoyama.

Qingshan was a little excited after hearing this, and he couldn't help but want to know more.

"That'...... Can I also participate in this Hundred Soldiers Conference?"

............ Fu Ergan, who was pinching his beard, raised his head and looked at Qingshan with squeezing his eyebrows. He looked at him again as he had done in the afternoon.

Then, he said lightly: "Yes, yes, but ............"

The sword must be long.

"With your ability, it shouldn't be impossible, but if you want a rank, you also have to be a swordsman, and you have to ...... There's a sword, right?"

Ah, this ..................

Qingshan was stunned, and then replied: "If you have a sword, I have it." ”

......？

This time, it was Fu Rigan and Xiaoguang who were stunned.

Isn't this talking nonsense with your eyes open?

After looking at Qingshan again, Xiaoguang even went around behind him to take a look.

How can there be?

"Nope!"

Alas......

Aoyama cupped his forehead, and while standing up from the dining table, he also picked up the cap of the beer bottle that Fu Ergan had bounced in front of him earlier.

"Xiaoguang, stay away. ”

When Xiaoguang moved to Fu Ergan's side, he had room to show his strength.

I saw Qingshan take two steps back, the hem of his clothes fluttering, and a handsome sword aura spontaneously appeared.

"It's ugly. ”

In the next moment, he opened his palm and tossed the cap of the beer bottle that he had held in his palm into the air.

Turn around, bend over, spin ..................

As soon as he pointed his fingers, a transparent long sword shining with azure light stretched out from his fingertips!

Whoosh——————

As soon as the sound of the wind passed, the blue light disappeared without a trace.

And that bottle cap ...... It has been cut in half, and if you look closely...... The incision is so smooth and delicate.

Jingle bell.

The two petals of the bottle cap landed on the dining table in front of the stunned little light.

Vorgan didn't look so surprised.

"Amazing skills, but ...... This cannot be registered as a contest. ”

........................ Aoyama's expression, which was still in the sword-wielding posture just now, froze.

Then, I felt a little ashamed.

"Wow! That's amazing! Aoyama Michichi! What was that? How did you do that?"

Shame, Aoyama actually exposed his hole cards in a meaningless situation, sins, sins............

Ignoring the little light that was walking around beside him, his eyes shining.

Aoyama continued to ask for advice from Fu Ergan.

After thinking about it, he thought of such a good way.

"May I also ask the seniors, can you ...... Forge a sword?"

........................

After a period of silence, Aoyama realized that what he said was the reason for the silence.

Even Xiao Guang, who was still pestering Qingshan just now, was embarrassed.

It seems that it is not easy to make the Fu Rigan in front of him forge a sword.

"Actually............ Dad, he hadn't forged a sword in a long time. ”

？

Aoyama heard that he was puzzled, and then he blurted out a sentence from his heart......

"Why is that?"

Fu Yigan didn't say much, just looked at Qingshan with an awkward expression, and then looked at Xiaoguang.

Then he shook the empty beer bottle in his hand.

"Xiaoguang, it's all eaten, you can take it and clean it up. ”

"Hmm. ”

Knowing that Daddy had something complicated to say to Qingshan, Xiaoguang consciously avoided the scene.

Looking at the back of Xiaoguang leaving with the dishes and chopsticks, Qingshan was very puzzled.

Why...... Will the atmosphere be so heavy?

I saw Fu Ngan supporting the table with his arms and his chin with the back of his hand, as if he was a little drunk, and began to explain the reason for the matter to Aoyama.

"Qingshan, it's not that heavy, it's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to. ”

............ Everyone has the right to do what they want, Aoyama understands, but is still confused.

"Why not?"

Phew——————

Vorgan exhaled, full of wine.

"Slash each other with your sword, slay your opponents, and tell the winners. ”

"No matter which side wins, there is only one killer left, and one murderer is not good for the world. ”

"For this world, a person who wields a sword and practices martial arts is simply a big trouble, a waste. ”

"You see those people in the streets, very competitive, so brave...... Always creating a fight, it's a waste in the truest sense of the word. ”

Fu Ergan's expression was a little sad, and the smell of alcohol was mostly reduced.

"And I, who keeps forging my sword...... and they are more annoying than you. ”

Aoyama's eyes widened, and he understood the truth of Fu Ergan's words.

"He who died by my sword...... I'm afraid it can't be measured in hundreds. ”

"Even after retiring, after all this time, I am still forging swords, just to make the sword that cuts people faster, sharper, and more accurate. ”

His eyes dimmed, and the wine was almost awake.

"I ...... I'm afraid it's one of the few wastes in the world. ”

The sword is a murder weapon, a tool for killing, and swordsmanship is the art of killing. No matter how high-sounding it is embellished, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

"I'm sorry, I can't forgive myself for forging swords all the time. ”

"So............ I'm not going to forge swords anymore. ”

After a long speech, Qingshan already felt the same way.

Hell-bent on making the world a better place, he naturally understands the truth.

than a person who provokes a fight and fights to break the blood.

Naturally, those who give those people props and power are even more hateful.

But what he didn't know was..................

There is another reason why Vorgan no longer forges swords.

One that could implicate him as well...... Great conspiracy.

......................................................

It was two months ago, on a Friday with a thunderstorm.

It was the day after Vorgan had made up his mind not to forge a sword again.

Lightning and thunder roared, and the pouring rain drowned out the sound outside, so that Vorgan could only hear the sound of pounding steel.

He decided that from now on, he would make kitchen knives, cups and bowls, scissors and other objects for a living.

Boom, boom.

In front of his face, which was red by the firelight, was a red-hot soldering iron.

All he could hear was the sound of a hammer striking metal.

He could feel the metal talking to him.

Every time he was beaten, he would be told what he wanted.

Say............ Don't want to be used to kill people.

But just as he was beating the metal in his oblivion, another voice sounded in his head.

A sound that shouldn't have been heard at three o'clock in the morning when it was pouring rain and lightning was thundering.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door.

There was a lot of noise outside, how could Vorgan hear the sound of a light knock on the wooden door?

Knock, knock, knock.

The voice didn't seem to come from the door, but from his head............

"Please come in. ”

Fu Ergan, who had already realized that the comer was not good, clenched the hammer in his hand, and after confirming that Xiaoguang was still sleeping, he silently replied to the sound in his head.

Squeak – boom boom.

The door of his room had been opened, and standing outside in the huge thunderstorm was a woman in a black robe with a graceful figure.

The strange thing is that even though she was standing in the rain, her body was not wet at all.

It was as if she wasn't there, or maybe the rain couldn't catch her.

When Vorgan noticed the man, he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his guard. But he still held the hammer in his hand, as if it were a sword to him.

The woman in the black robe walked into the house, gently closed the door, and took off her hood.

Only then did Vorgan recognize her identity.

"Friday? It turns out that today is Friday............"