The End of the Wandering Conclusion

“I don’t know.”

As if he wasn’t sure what he was saying, his voice became low. Maybe it’s not because I’m not sure, but because I’m shy.

But it’s not strange.

How many people in the world find what they want to do?

To be able to think like that is not a shame, but a blessing. Ordinary people don’t even have time to worry about that. It’s good if you can just keep up with your parents’ work, and if you can’t afford that, you’ll start with chores or chores.

It’s not that I want to do it. In order to make a living, we have to find a job, so there is nothing we can do about it. Of course, you may become attached to or interested in your work.

But how many people can do that? A lot of people get bored of doing things they want to do. If you do something you don’t want to do, you usually get tired rather than stick to it.

“Still, if you have reached the level of a master, you have talent.”

“Am I supposed to be talented? In the end, I did it all.”

“Are you following me? who?”

“My father.”

Now that it has calmed down, the crying has stopped. Ms. Kisea muttered in a somewhat hoarse voice.

“I’m talking about the two of you, but I still don’t know what my dad taught me. But I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I just followed suit.”

“How exactly did you follow it?”

“It’s just, from appearance to posture. How to swing a sword. gripping method. what are these things? Dad always liked me then. Later, the way he and his father wield the sword became exactly the same.”

Isn’t that such a great talent?

If you ask me if this is my talent as a prosecutor, I have nothing to say.

“This river of destruction is also my strength, but it is not my strength. It was originally my father’s strength. I just followed that straight up. Maybe that’s why I’m weaker than other Masters.”

It’s also great to imitate others and rise to the master’s level. Perhaps thanks to the talent inherited from the lineage, Kisea-san rose to the position of a master just by imitating her father.

The father had already risen to the position of master, and of course he had his own correct answer. Kisea-san stole the answer as it is and applied it to herself.

Originally, one person’s correct answer is not another’s correct answer, but they are father and daughter. Perhaps he could not ignore the talent that was passed on through blood and blood, his father’s answer was half the answer for Kisea-san.

However, since he does not have his own realization, the depth of Kang Ki is shallow. It’s not like I’ve tried anything to fill in the missing depth.

He just clinged to his father’s path, Kisea said. However, it is already at the level that perfectly embodied the father before he became a stone statue.

Now, even if I wanted to imitate it, I didn’t have a sample to imitate, and there was nowhere else to imitate it. In the end, Kisea-san’s training was just a matter of how much more he could imitate his father.

“I honestly never felt like this was funny.”

I laughed quietly at what you said while tapping the hilt of the sword. It was a bit sad to see this person look so useless.

“Everyone is. How many people do it because it’s fun?”

“In the old days, I really thought it was. Since my dad is a swordsman, everyone said I’d be good with a sword. Everyone is applauding because I hold the sword and follow Dad’s movements well, right? At that time, I thought I was good at wielding swords, and I thought I liked them.”

“Isn’t that now?”

“I don’t know.”

Kisea was unable to speak.

It looks like it’s going round and round, but it’s not. Because I found that he was carrying a heavy load.

“Since when did my heart become so cold? I used to really like swords back in the day. There were times when I looked forward to swordsmanship every day.”

Kisea-san complained. He sighed and muttered.

“But now, I am hearing that I have a talent for stealing. Dad would be mad if he knew.”

“If you don’t steal other people’s stuff, I don’t think you will.”

I sat a little closer to Kisea-san. Combining the appearances of this person I’ve seen and the stories I’ve heard, I thought about what kind of story I should tell.

“I can’t tell you to throw away everything Kisea-san has built up so far.”

You have reached the level of a master with swordsmanship, but there is no reason to tell me to let go of the sword here. right way. And the wrong way. Where can a person have something like that?

No one says that a meandering river is worse than a straight river. A person’s life itself is a path. Kisea has been walking her own path. In the end, it achieved its own success.

“Still, the reason Kisea-san has held up her sword until now is because she has pride and a sense of accomplishment.”

“It’s bullshit. where is that I’m just doing it because I’ve been doing it.”

“Or, are you afraid? Abandoning your identity as a prosecutor? Do you feel like you are losing the name of King Lang and the image of your father?”

can’t answer His tail trembled.

“I don’t feel any interest or fun with the sword anymore, and holding on to it with such self-will doesn’t make any sense.”

“You, what do you think you know about swords?”

“I don’t know Black, but I know of a guy similar to Kisea-san.”

Lucia Weston. A member of the warrior party. A descendant of a famous demon hunter family.

With no way of knowing what her aptitudes were, she just became a demon hunter. I don’t know if I’m having fun doing it, but I definitely had at least one pride thing.

Unlike Kisea-san, Lucia did not miss out on training every day. He abused his body to the point that it was pitiful to even look at it.

I didn’t even know why he went through such hardships and became a demon hunter. To him, being a demon hunter was nothing short of his own destiny.

Kisea-san seems to be in that state to some extent. Why do you have to be Langwang? because my father did Why do you want to be a great prosecutor? because my father did

There’s really no reason other than that. The difference is that Lucia did everything she could to achieve her dream of being the best demon hunter, even if it wasn’t her goal. From my point of view, Kisea-san didn’t seem to have the heart to do that.

A slightly different example, but Roca doesn’t enjoy wielding a sword either. but work hard Kisea-san didn’t see it like that. At first, it seemed that he was tired of training the sword itself.

“Everyone wanted to become a prosecutor from a young age, and my father was like that, so when I became a prosecutor and imitated my father, I became a master, but from then on, I lost my mind. Yes?”

You nod your head involuntarily.

“Actually, if I had the passion to work hard, I would have recommended that I raise my status as a prosecutor. But don’t you? I don’t want to put any more effort into swordsmanship anymore, I just want to eat it raw, right?”

“How great would it be if we could do that? To be honest, I think I’m really tired now. It’s hard to practice more. I think Taegi is here.”

“Then, it’s not bad to try a different path once in a while.”

Because nothing in the world is easy, if you go another way, you will be reminded of the way you were originally going. You may be tired of swordsmanship now, but if you put it down for a while, you might change your mind.

“…Really?”

“Starting a new job doesn’t mean that the level you put on before will disappear.”

If this was a job that had to completely replace everything that had been built up, I don’t know. But neither is it.

Being a thief doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me, but it seemed like a good option for me. Of course, all I can do is offer advice. After that, as always, it’s up to Kisea-san.

“Ugh, I don’t like being a thief, but…”

Kisea suddenly looked at me and muttered.

“Isn’t that enough if we just don’t steal other people’s things anyway? If I don’t use my talents from the beginning, I’m rotting my talents.”

“Maybe.”

“Yeah, you have to keep your sister’s dignity. Still, after I was beaten like a dog, the way Loca looked at me became strange.”

How the hell would you say something like that if you were defeated? How the hell did you do the fight?

I was curious, but I didn’t ask. It didn’t seem like Kisea-san would answer. Just thinking about those memories, he shook his head.

“I decided. I will go with this.”

There will probably be one thief in our party. Nodding his head, he approved the seedling.

Recognizing that Kisea had returned to reality as if she had received an electric shock, she quickly checked herself. Soon, they cheered that truly new knowledge had emerged.

Lock-picking is not applicable to battles, but agile movements and stealth are useful corners. It can also go well with the swordsmanship that has been honed in the past.

“Good. If this is the case, next time we fight, I can scold Roka!”

Perhaps he was referring to this moment after that, Kisea-san opened the door and ran out. I wish I didn’t come back after being hit this time.

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