The Swordsman of the Gods

133. Boy and Sword

God Soul was currently on his way to his home country. Arashiyama who indirectly felt at once saw it from a distance. He saw that God Soul was leaving with an indescribable look on his face.

Anyway, between happy and sad it's side by side. Reminds Yongchun of the momentary happiness he felt before.

“Maybe we'd better drink a minute?” sigar said while demonstrating the thumb finger over the mouth, a sign inviting Yongchun to drink.

Yongchun was silent for a while. He raised both eyebrows in astonishment looking at the man with the slightly long bangs.

“Good.” Before speaking, Yongchun shrugged both shoulders and smiled.

“But it seems like we have to wait for God Soul first. Because I am sure he will return to solve the problems that are here,” said Sigar suddenly showed his serious face.

“You're right. Not to mention God Mouth, somehow my feeling today to the future is not good.” Yongchun rubbed the nape of his head that felt itchy. In some time he looked up and sighed then turned around and left.

“Where are you going? I'm coming with you for a while,” said Sigar running towards Yongchun while patting him on the shoulder.

“Then, I am also coming. Of course to drink together too,” said Arashiyama who rushed to follow the steps of the two of them who were faster than him.

“Drink? Are you old?” sindir Sigar's.

“Oh, of course. I almost touched the age of 30 years.”

Yongchun and Sigar were shocked. Sigar silenced with wide eyes. They stopped stepping so surprised they were because of the statement.

“Ya, whatever.”

They connect the steps, their legs move simultaneously. It was the thought that suddenly bind friendship even indirectly.

“Hey, you won't kill me or anything because you know that inside my body there is a Black God right?” yongchun asked, he was still worried.

“I wouldn't do that. Because of Romusha, the muscle-brained man had already told me the clarity. You have fought hard against existence itself,”, he said, telling Yongchun not to consider Sigar an enemy anymore.

“So that wound in half your body was from fighting with him?”

“Ha, true!” It was as if he had won that fight. Sigar was now bragging because he was still alive even though his body had to be wrapped in many bandages at this time.

On their way to the inn, a little boy ran to one place to another. He seemed to be in a great hurry, his countenance paled slightly as he fell down until the sword that split into two slipped out of his arms.

“Argh!”

The boy had met Relia once. The boy who was trapped day and night and stole the sword parts belonged to Yongchun.

He got back up shortly after that. He again ran towards a slightly large road, no matter how many wounds in the form of blisters to bleed in some parts of his body at this time.

“Ah that's him!”

As soon as his gaze caught the back of a man with long black hair, the boy sped up his steps towards there.

Hiduprak!

Because the run was too fast, the boy hit them until he fell to the ground. There was a groaning sound, Yongchun and the others looked back to find a boy grimacing in pain while holding his back.

“Let your hands down,” pinta Yongchun while lowering Arashiyama's arms. He then lifted the child's body to stand up as before.

“Thank you. Ah, naw. Pardon me! I was not intentionally! Sorry!” he leaned back, alternately going up and down with the intention of apologizing more deeply.

Orion stopped the boy's movements by talking, “Stop. You accidentally did that, and let's say what are you doing to hit everyone?”

“First, allow me to apologize. Because this sword ...then I have taken this,” said the boy while thrusting the part of the sword that is still in his arms.

Suddenly Yongchun was surprised, he received a part of the sword that had been divided into two. He recalled that this sword was broken because it was used by him himself while defending on the steps leading to the temple of Romusha.

“I heard the staircase was destroyed by a sword. Is it because of your sword?” ask Sigar.

“Where do you know? But ...not because of this sword sabbath but the power of the Black God.”

“Hooo..” Sigar just found out.

In Yongchun's mind thought, did Shira not tell Sigar that the man was an eyewitness to Yongchun's fight with the Black God. But the thought that had passed was also diverted by the boy who was staring at the broken sword.

“Do you intend to sell it?” yongchun asked while thrusting the sword back at him.

“Do not!” Arashiyama slightly raised the voice while crossing both arms forward. His face remained flat.

“That flat face reminded me of Relia,” Inner Yongchun sighed tiredly with a head hump.

“You ... think that I look like a wife ...mu?” I don't know why Arashiyama's speech seems to be in doubt as to what he just heard using his power.

“You must not listen to the feelings of others. I don't like it the most,” said Yongchun annoyed.

Yongchun let out a long sigh and gave the sword back to the boy. But Arashiyama again rejected it, even though it was not his sword.

“Don't give it. The sword was flowing the power of the Black God. I mean, a part of the Black Gods.” The reason is quite reasonable.

“I was intending to sell that thing, but a woman ... got me to mind.”

The boy opened his mouth again and spoke, a woman made him think, he said. But none of the three people who were in front of the boy understood his intentions.

So Yongchun asked, “Women, who do you mean?”

“The woman said, this sword belongs to her friend. So I thought, I should just give it back even though it was not intact when it was found,”.

“Rupanya Relia keep my secret well.” Yongchun nodded and smiled faintly imagining Relia's face in his mind.

“Then, do you want to keep it? I allow, including selling it is up to.”

The boy pushed the sword back at Yongchun.

“No.” The boy shook his head. “In exchange, teach me to use the sword!” sternly with spirit. The two boy's eyes twinkled.

Not only Yongchun, even Sigar and Arashiyama gasped in shock.