The “Master swordsman” who was reincarnated, wants to live freely - Chapter 80

Translator: Darling | Editor: Nebosuke

My Silver Soul and Qufirio’s Crimson Blade clashed. As the shining silver blade and the blood-stained red one collided, fireworks erupted.

My own magic had reached the bottom, and Qufirio must have nothing else left after he used his Memory Reading technique.

Sword Battle Territory – Qufirio and I battled against one another in a state where only our bodies and blades were permitted to be used.

“Ha-haha! I remember, Raul Izalf! I remembered our battle as we just now clashed blades!”

Qufirio laughed out loud. His soul was now filled with memories of Rikto. Though his speech pattern was that of Rikto, his body was still that of Qufirio’s.

Just before, Qufirio couldn’t dodge my attacks, but right now he seemed to have a little problem with that.

His tone of voice became foul and his bladework sloppy – But this was exactly the King of War’s technique. If he manages to lunge at me in a strange way, I will be cut.

If I give him the chance, Qufirio will slide along my blade to defend against my attack, and then take one step forward to go for my chest. 

He repelled my blade, so I was going to go for a strike from above – he managed to barely dodge by moving his body out of the way.

Now that he was just playing around, I will go for another attack. Qufirio also met my blade – And so our exchange of attacks began.

“I know that blade of yours best… I won’t let you cut me twice.”

“No one has yet stood before a Swordmaster twice. You might actually be the first to do so.”

Both of us attacked with attacks meant to take the life of another – And as we did, we talked as if we were reminiscing about the past.

When I cut him before, we didn’t really exchange many words to one another.

In the end, I was the triumphant one in the battle that had to end with one’s life taken away.

“Well then, I am actually having quite the experience. Though it’s someone taking hold of my memories – This feeling of ecstasy is the real thing…!”

“Don’t get excited, ‘King of War’. It will make your sword technique rubbish.”

“Ha! That is just who I am! This very ecstasy is what elevates me… To the point where I only need one attack to cut you down!”

With these words, Qufirio slashed out with great strength. 

Though slightly pushed to the back, Qufirio took one step forward and went in for an assault.

A string of five attacks. One attack, filled with great force, gave off a dull sound as it came for me. I managed to block three of his initial attacks, but the fourth slightly hit my shoulder.

During the fifth attack, I too swung my blade. Rikto Birta’s sword technique had a habitual factor in it. 

Whenever he went for a sideways blow, he always stepped on the floor with great strength and the vibrations went from barely noticeable to very obvious.

I could not miss that chance. That was the very same attack I used to kill Rikto in the past as well.

As Qufirio saw my movements, he let out a laugh. I too noticed – That very movement was his “Invitation”.

“—-“

I quickly kicked the ground and lept backward.

Qufirio took out a short blade from his bosom. 

From the sword’s blade dripped fresh blood. It came from an attack that hit my right wrist.

“Kuku…Hahahahwaha! I told you I wouldn’t let you kill me twice!”

Did he actually learn from our fight years back, or is this the technique from Rikto and Qufirio? – The attack wasn’t deep at all, but it did manage to make my right hand go numb. 

This didn’t affect my grip on the blade, but it did put me at a disadvantage if we went on swinging for a long time.

“A little more and it would’ve been fatal, huh.”

I suppose what Qufirio meant by fatal is that I am unable to swing my blade.

These words made me laugh.

“Ahaha, perhaps that would’ve been the case.”

“…Did I say something funny?”

“No, but you don’t really think that you’re able to do something I am not? After all – I actually have two blades.”

As I held Silver Soul in my left hand, I held Blue Shell in my right. One blade from Raul Izalf, and one from Alta Schweiss. 

Qufirio peeled his eyes as he looked upon me.

“Oooh! How unlikely! So there is no need to hold back anymore – Our battle will be just like that!”

Qufirio came at me once more with his blade and short blade. As we came closer, our blades clashed again. 

His short blade didn’t reach me – You could say he held it close for defense.

On the one hand, my right hand was bleeding. If I went and flailed recklessly now, then my own limit would just come closer and closer.

.. However, I do not plan to let it reach that point.

Fireworks and bloodlets were dropping. As we fought with two blades in our hands, it became clear that I had the upper hand. Qufirio’s smile also had disappeared.

“…!”

“Don’t be so surprised, King of War.”

“What have you…”

“I am all the same. Both my left and my right hand – There is no one that is above me in the blade technique. You might hold a short blade but… that thing is nothing more than Qufirio’s assassin blade. You can’t kill me with that.”

As I deflected the short blade, I let go of Blue Shell. I kept on fighting Qufirio who was dependent on Rikto’s memories. 

Although it was just Rikto’s memories, Qufirio also relied on his sword technique. And the reason that he would eventually lose to me was exactly at that point.

Rikto excelled in sword technique and Qufirio excelled in assassinations – 

You won’t come anywhere close to me if you are going to rely on the body of one and the blade techniques of another brought up on the spot.

I kicked the ground and attacked with swords in both hands. Qufirio prepared for defense.

“I told you I would fight as a Swordmaster. And by doing so, I can’t lose.”

The sound of metal clashing against metal rung throughout. 

Eventually, a very loud sound was heard.

The attack went through the Crimson Blade, and it soon reached Qufirio. His blade flew into the air, and Qufirio was brought to his knees.

I pointed my blade towards him. The Silver blade shone brightly as it cast out light. It was capable of accessing all the magic it had drained and I could use it to lash out with one last great attack.

I didn’t need it to kill Qufirio – but I promised Alia. I promised her that I would lift her curse.

This room also held various technologies. Getting rid of it was the least I could do.

“So, you’re relying on a spirit of the past after all. With that, you’re the same.”

“The same, you say?”

After Crimson Blade was broken, its magic was severed, and Qufirio’s speech was his own again. 

I nodded and swung my blade.

“You have lived too long. I can’t let you survive any longer by taking the lives of the children that live now.”

“Ha, haha… We really do look alike. If you’re a Swordmaster… Then you too are a spirit of the past, no?”

“Yes – That’s why I will end you now.”

I unleashed Silver Soul’s stored up magic in order to blow the whole room away. 

Its silver light enveloped the room – Soon after, the whole underground shook.