The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest - 478 Mountain water

“Sure, I’m happy now. I’m married to you, I have a family, I have a job to be proud of.”

“But that must have been, maybe, definitely… even gained in Japan, my hometown.”

“If I’m working hard in Japan, if I’m in a good high school, if I’m in a good college, if I’m studying, if I’m in a good company, if I’m working, I’m sure it’s what I was getting.”

“Rather, it should have been absolutely better that way. I never get targeted for my life, the rice is good, it’s a lot of convenience, there was a lot of entertainment…”

“And, and, and…”

“I didn’t have to work hard for five hundred years…”

“Five hundred years, huh? Five hundred years of hard work, two pretty daughters?!

“I’ve been working hard for five hundred years and I’ve only gotten that much?!

“No, you’re not! Absolutely not, it’s not, it’s wrong in the first place!

“Is it possible for the rest of my life that I’m glad I worked hard for 500 years for what I’ve worked hard for?!

“There is absolutely no consideration in this world that is commensurate with five hundred years of hard work! No, it’s in every world!

“I’m going to live the rest of my life, no matter how happy I am! You’re gonna live thinking it won’t fit all the time?!

“Then from the beginning, I wish I didn’t admire the strongest…”

On a calm sea, the boat was gently rocking the two of them.

The immortal who shouted in it had relief for being able to spit out along with self-loathing.

Thankfully, Mountain Water took a selfish thought and remarked it selflessly.

“You know, Sansui…”

My wife will be hurt.

That’s why I couldn’t say it, but I couldn’t help but say it.

Maybe the wife holding herself, abandoning herself like this.

“That’s…”

But Blois had a face of pity.

He was one of the most powerful men in the world, and yet he was recognized for it, pitying a man who had reached a commensurately high status.

“The normal people I’ve met before, that’s what we all thought.”

Even the army kicks in with one wooden knife, the most powerful swordsman.

Everyone thinks this, knowing that the mountain water has been alive for five hundred years.

Not very much, but you have to be able to imitate it.

But it aggregates into one thought.

That’s it, he doesn’t want to be strong, he doesn’t want to succeed.

If you train for five hundred years, you’ll give up before you try, even if you know you can be a ‘mountain water’.

Sometimes I envy the status of mountain waters today, but I don’t think they deserve five hundred years of hard work.

In particular, the leaders of the Arcana Kingdom have a strong understanding of it.

It is precisely because the old body of Disuia, which would need the youngest, had refused to do everything in its power, that we will find out.

The emperor of Yamond had earned his eternal life and brought him eternal reign, but it was only hard.

Man seeks eternal youth and eternal life, but when he is actually close to the immortals of immortality, he doesn’t feel that way.

The strongest and invincible at the end of the workout, as well as the immortality. If I know I can get it if I do, I’ll calculate my effort. And I think, it has to be worth the effort.

In the case of secret borders and the Great Eight States, this is not the case because immortals and heavenly dogs are rooted in the values of society, but this is not the case in the Kingdom of Arcana.

That’s why I don’t ask for eternal service in mountain waters, and I’m worried about growing a cauldron.

“You remember my sister? I was showing you that awesome obsession, about Sister Shet.”

Everyone wants the strongest, everyone wants success, everyone wants happiness.

But most of them, they get frustrated along the way, or they give up from the start.

In a nutshell, because it doesn’t fit.

I do want to be the strongest, I want to succeed, I want to be happy.

But no matter how many pioneers can actually be targets, I get tired of doing the same thing.

It flushes in the easier direction at hand.

“What do you think that sister is doing when your master teaches you how to stay young and beautiful? You seriously think I’m trying to do that? It’s not, that didn’t happen at all. I was so obsessed with it that I wanted beauty and youthfulness so scarily… I didn’t actually know how to keep it, but I didn’t do everything I could to do it”

It’s a paradoxical story, but even if someone seeks immortality, they won’t like it, such as taking a long time to get it.

To remain young for thousands of years, train for decades and then train even more afterwards. That is by no means something that can be imitated.

“Don’t get me wrong, okay? You also know that my sister is a sister and hard-working person, desperately learning to dance like she is appreciated in the social world. But… my sister is a man like us who can’t train as samurai. That’s the same for us, for example… oh, no, that’s not important”

(duplicate)

Blois was warmly embracing the mountain water.

“You’re right, I don’t even consider myself a woman enough to pay off in your five hundred years. I’d rather be heavier and scarier that way.”

I laughed brightly off my worries about the mountain water, and then I was laughing myself off.

“Is that what you’re trying to reward for my decade? My marriage to you also means a reward for me. You used to be a very rich country, and you should be free to enjoy your life. Aren’t you going to treat me with a knob, loaded with workouts from a young age?

Such regrets are not just for mountain waters.

“You should really know, no one has the happiness of struggling.”

“… I know.”

Humans are not simple things.

Satisfaction on one side, regret on one side, and jealousy on the other.

So if you don’t like it, you spit it out, and that can make your surroundings uncomfortable.

It’s just sentimental and something that can happen to anyone.

Something that makes me feel serious because of a mundane trigger, even if I am aware of it from time to time.

It doesn’t matter if it comes from someone else, and it’s very important to us.

“My troubles are not really a big deal…”

The truth is, it must be heavier that Fuukei was absent when he came in or during the war with the dragon.

Of course, I apologize properly, and with permission in the first place.

But if one swordsman perished because of his absence, the kingdom until then. I’m sure that’s what the owner of sopeds is.

But still.

Someone might have regretted having mountain water from the beginning in that war.

There could have been someone among those who died in that war who thought the mountain water would come to help.

Compared to that, it is very trivial and only an interminable and personal concern.

There is no prospect of a solution, but no one has any trouble if it is not resolved.

The process of effort and the achievement of happiness. Even if the equilibrium between those two sides is not maintained, that happiness in itself does not dissipate.

Because it’s certainly not a match, but mountain water is definitely a blessing.

“I’m sure I don’t deserve to worry.”

Mountain water has fought numerous enemies and beaten all of them.

Who among them has attained a happiness worthy of hardship?

Or even if you’re getting it, you must have lost it by losing to mountain water.

There’s nothing good about being born with all the hard work, and there’s got to be something that was killed by mountain water as it was.

Why mourn and grieve leaving them unhappy like that?

Is such a right in the strongest swordsman?

“No, that’s not true.”

Apparently there is.

At least my wife said I could worry.

“Oh, yeah?

“I don’t know what to say, but your troubles are amazing…”

From blowers and surrounding humans, tyranny is more decent in a way, like Swivok.

Sure, it’s not even annoying and stylish, but you’ve been trying for four thousand years to acquire the strength you deserve, so it wouldn’t be surprising to see it from above against a common folk that hasn’t lived in a hundred years.

But mountain water is strange. After five hundred years of training, even though Swibbock was pushing me to beat my heart, I was hired to serve and obey people.

In a way, I don’t particularly understand that point.

Why is such an amazing man being used in the jaws of four noble ladies (…)?

Of course there’s quite a reason for that, but that’s what I don’t feel like I have a form at all.

And even now that I’m depressed, he doesn’t care at all about that.

“I don’t know what you are, but I think you reflect too much of Lord Swibbock’s regrets.”

“… right”

The mountain water slowly moved away from my wife.

Get up in the boat and look around.

Look over the ‘Continental Shelf’, which perished about two thousand years ago, sunk by Suibok.

Soak up the treasure trove of life, arguably a paradise for sea creatures.

Much shorter than it is now, much more dangerous than it is now, far less comparable than it is now… see Swivok’s sins where he was weak.

I doubt it can even be sin anymore, look around God.

“The master made me the ‘strongest swordsman’. That’s, in a way, my denial before that.”

Suibok regretted this.

For once, I was ashamed. Only, for once.

I carefully raised my disciples in a forest isolated from society in the hope that they would adapt to society.

As a swordsman that society accepts, beneficial to society and convenient to society.

“If I had been as strong as I used to be, I would have done the same thing with my master… and I wouldn’t have regretted it”

Swibok, the most powerful man in the world, was also superior as a master.

Not that I could practice it, but I knew how to be respected by many people.

The old mountain waters, five hundred years old, the mountain waters when I met Swibok were not men respected by others in flattery.

The same goes for what was decidedly weak, but too mentally immature. I only thought of my convenience, and mistakenly thought that strong people would be respected if they behaved strongly.

I made the same mistake as I did once.

Swibbock gave guidance to the mountain waters when he let them take over the failure.

Maybe it was a good thing for the world and for the mountain waters.

“But no matter what happens, regrets stick together…”

But the remnants of “Once Upon a Time Mountain Water”.

The sensibilities of being a normal Japanese remain in the black and white mountain waters.

I only show my face a little and grieve for a very short time.

“I guess that’s what it is”

And if humanity falls out, I guess I can lose my untrained and disappear, as I did a while ago.

“You bet, Blois”

“Exactly, Sansui. I know very well what it’s like to be similar to you.”

Even though I don’t want to regret it, I end up regretting it.

“You know I served my own family, but my brother and sister weren’t happy about it from the bottom of my heart. I honestly regretted it, wondering if I should have done nothing or if I had no talent.”

“That’s it, you must have cursed your helplessness”

“Right. With me powerless, my family may have neglected me”

Useless is abandoned, and more capable than you are.

Human beings are made that way.

Only those who are convenient to me can truly admit it.

And it can’t exist in boulders that people are convenient for 10,000 people.

“If the Master had made me strong as I am without making use of my reflections, I would have cursed the Master every time something happened. I saw a master laughing at his failures and wondering why he wouldn’t tell me about the failures he had made.”

Yeah, think about it.

Very fundamentally, it really hits me.

“Besides… in the first place, my master spent five hundred years trying to make me stronger. More importantly, even my real parents have raised me for over a decade, and I’ve never wanted to reward them.”

The anguish of mountain waters is that in the end I only think about myself.

“My problem is, I guess it’s sweet”

“Right, sweet”

But that is the land of black and white mountain waters.

How foolish in front of my family, no one has the right to blame me.

Whether a human being grieves and suffers at his convenience, or mourns and depresses at will, it’s nothing wrong.

“Nice, Sansui. As sweet as it is to me, my wife, sometimes.”

“Right.”

Yes, the mountain water wanted to be sweet.

I just wanted my wife, Blois, to listen to my stupidity and comfort me.

While I knew it was pathetic and rude, I wanted to be pathetic and rude.

“… when I get home, I can’t do anything stupid anymore.”

The mountain waters look far again.

I thought of the swordsmen who would be looking at themselves from afar, who should still be working in training.

“Blois, remember Baas? The man who told me to be more transgressive.”

“Oh, I remember. You’re the man who came at a time when you were disappearing.”

“That’s right. He wanted more reward for his hard work than I did.”

“You tried to be strong and you raised your medal, so you told me to look better. Well, I don’t think we’ll catch up to that…”

“He wanted me to behave as just a strong man, but some would want me to behave as a righteous immortal. To be clear, I can’t go out with that one at a time. I can only behave as my master or master asks.”

Mountain water roughly guessed why Hude attacked him this time.

Of course I’m not interested in Hude’s name, but if (…) assassins were to come alone now from the Great Eight States, I’d be about dissatisfied with my actions.

And I didn’t really care about that in and of itself.

What Mountain Water cared about was to those who didn’t move when they heard about this one.

“Hey, Blois.”

“Oh, my God, Sansui”

“I will fight as a martial arts god, not far away.”

Close your eyelids and you will come back to life, fighting hard and strong enemies.

Blood boiling meat leaping against Gallu, the battle of the Divine Domain.

I could only kill him if I didn’t want to, fighting the strongest swordsman.

Those who seek alle and challenge themselves appear.

I don’t know if that’s a thunderous knight or his own apprentice.

But opponents, victories and losses, or even life and death, are not important.

Then the battle shall be the strongest and the strongest.

“I’ll never let that happen again.”

I’m weak now, that’s not an issue in itself.

But if we don’t get it right, we can’t live up to expectations.

Even if we can win, we can’t disappoint them.

“So… now let me have a nice trip with you”

“Hmm… because I’m sweet on you too, huh?

“Oh, of course. Gungan, sweeten me up.”

It was Swivok who spoke of the strongest as a goal.

Each one has an ideal image, and no matter how the most powerful person behaves, they sometimes complain.

But still, if the strongest swordsman gets weaker. There’s no excuse for that if you make a mistake when it comes to production.

The mountain waters still have to bear the strongest. I’m still not willing to take it down.

One day, we lose, until that day.

The mountain waters must be fought and fought and remain strong.

“Blois, actually after this…… go see the fireworks”

“Hanavi?”

“Oh, it’s fireworks. Look forward to it.”

But once in a while, you could have a day like this. The mountain waters decided to rest and enjoy the strongest only today in order to remain the strongest.