Becoming a magician in another world

Sam and the others were greeted by a middle-aged man sitting upright on the dojo floor.

"Long time no see, Liz." The gentle voice and calm expression, the gentle man in his fifties is the sword master Amemiya Kurando.

The swordsman who tied his black hair mixed with white into a bun and wore round glasses and a hakama, had a calm appearance and a calm demeanor.

"Long time no see, Master Sword Saint."

Liz also followed the example of the Sword Saint, sitting on the ground with her head bowed deeply.

Sam and Karen also bowed like Liz.

"Please, please relax."

"Thank you."

Hearing the Tibetan's caring words, the three of them looked up.

Mizuki, who had led me to the dojo, was sitting diagonally behind my father.

(It’s also a bit strange that there is a building that looks like a national kendo dojo in the Western-style sky kingdom. But, it’s so nostalgic.)

Inside the dojo, there is a floor polished like a mirror and walls decorated with wooden swords.

The shrine for worshiping the god of the earth is set up behind the Tibetans, and two real swords are placed in front of the shrine.

Before my rebirth, although I had no affinity with kendo, I recalled the memory of doing summer radio gymnastics at a dojo near my hometown when I was a child.

"I've always been concerned about Liz. But I think I can stand up again without worrying."

"Thanks, Sam. Sam, this is my sword master, the number one swordsman in this country, the Sword Master Amamiya Kurato."

After Liz introduced the Sword Saint, Sam bowed his head and introduced himself again. "Samuel? It's Shat. Nice to meet you." "Amamiya Kurando. There's such a big name for the Sword Saint. He's just an ordinary uncle everywhere. Please treat him as you like." "No, no."

At first glance he seemed a gentle man, but Sam instinctively sensed there was more to it than that.

Hualian seemed to be doing the same, with beads of sweat on her forehead as she stared at the Sword Master.

"Sam... this guy is quite capable."

"right"

The Tibetan, noticing Hualian's gaze, widened his smile.

"That's the grandson of Mulian Hall over there."

“Purple? It’s Hualien.”

"Nice to meet you. Thank you for your care, Mr. Mulian."

"For grandma?"

"Yes, because my second daughter is weak, I always feel very concerned about her."

Mulian, the country's top user of restoration magic, seems to have had some interactions with the Sword Master.

However, Hualian didn’t seem to know the Sword Master, so she looked surprised that she was a close friend of her grandmother.

(Perhaps Lord Hualian concealed it in order not to challenge the battle)

The Tibetan looked at Sam again.

"I heard about Mr. Samuel from His Majesty. At that age, magic was very good. Although I also have magic power, I can only use body strengthening magic, so I can only envy the young talent."

“Everything is thanks to meeting a good teacher.”

"You are talking about Ulric-sama, right? The Sky Kingdom has also lost a precious talent. I also feel sorry that she died too early."

Even the Sword Master couldn't bear to see Ulric die.

Once again, I know whether Master is an important magician to the country.

"But she has a great successor named Mr. Samuel. The position of the court magician and the Sky Kingdom's strong magician is difficult, but please do your best. If you can, please feel free to contact me. If she is Liz's fiancée, she is also a very important person to me."

"Thank you for your concern"

"Sometimes Liz"

"Yes"

"I heard you started holding the sword again."

"Thanks to Sam, I was determined to hold the sword again."

The news that the disciple who once stopped holding the sword now held the sword again seemed to have reached the ears of the Sword Master.

Relaxing his eyes, he looked very happy.

"That's great. It's a shame that you, with all your talent, gave up the sword. Of course, I know why you didn't master it, but I still think it's a pity for that talent. As a master and as a swordsman, I'm happy that you can return to the sword again. Please keep going."

"Diligence"

The reason why Liz didn't hold the sword was because her marriage partner's family didn't allow it.

But she was free.

The way of the sword continues, and no one can stop it.

As the Sword Master said, Sam was also happy that she, who had talent, was able to hold the sword again.

Thanks to Liz, Sam has become stronger.

I also wanted to return the favor in another way.

"Lize, don't you want to go back to the dojo?"

"Eh?"

"It's good to train on your own at home, but if you go to the dojo, there will be people you can help with, and I can also give you guidance. Mizuki, who has a good relationship with you, will be happy too."

"...That is"

Liz's face didn't look particularly happy when she answered, but she didn't like what the swordsman said.

The reason, of course, is because the person I married before was in this dojo.

The Tibetan sensed the gaffe on Lizé's gloomy face.

"No, please forget it. This dojo is not comfortable for Liz right now."

"No, that's not the case! I was very grateful to the sake brewer and Mizuki for their care. There are many happy memories! - But..."

"You know that without even having to tell me. I apologize for my lack of consideration."

The Sword Saint looked at Liz and bowed his head deeply.

“How can this be! There is no such thing as an apology to the winemaker. Please hold your head up.”

Liz's panicked voice caused the Tibetan's face to remain unchanged for a moment.

Sam, who was nervously watching this exchange, sensed that the Sword Master valued Liz more than his disciple.

Because of this, Liz regrets not being able to return to the dojo.