Chapter 31: Last Leg (1/2)

Dragonspine Inn

INSIGNIFICANT ADVENTURER'S POV:

"Hey hey, did you hear about the ru of beer

A burly lass before sla about that famous masked swordsman, I say bullshi+t!"

Froenius to tell he was drunk

"No, apparently it's true! An acquaintance ofwith Jasmine Flamesworth, so it's hard to miss him" A skinny lad with his hair tied in a bun caossip

"So? What did your so called 'acquaintance' say about hi iether to explore a eon that had been cleared before Apparently, he's pretty short! I think the rue" The thin lad just shook his head in wonder

"Bah! I call bullshi+t! It's either that erated! Did you hear so around about hieon by hieon, and you expect me to believe an ordinary swords for a refill on his beer

"Yeah man, I would take some of those ruuy also say that Jasmine Flaht?" I took another sip, feeling a little lightheaded

"Right, right? I' you dunderheads, that swords! Half those rumors are probably rumors of Jasmine Flamesworth! That half-arrior dares to call hi hietting loud as the burly drunk was getting st adventurers were about the masked swordsman Some stories had said that he was Jasmine Flamesworth's apprentice, but that was a little far-fetched It was made known that he took a rank exah More shocking than that, though, was he was now at A class! Moving a full rank up in two years' time?

I just shook my head as I pitied myself Here I was, a borderline C-class adventurer I had failed the exam to move up a class three tihmissions and quests, adventurers were allowed the chance toan exam

The exao into the A rank, which was the first class considered 'elite' the exaht two-on-one with two A-rank adventurers and last for tenwas that when some of the rumors had reached the examinees that were there with the masked swords around hieon exploration with him had said that he never used mana but was still aup a little now, and was just annoyed by the fact that a et swordsman was supposedly better than hi source of pride for him

The squeaky door to the pub opened and I dropped the fork that was in

"Well speak of the devil! The little et swordsuardian?" The burly rin on his face, cheeks still red

The very same masked swordsman, the one responsible for all of the crazy rumorshe was here in the flesh!+

I saw his blue eyes underneath the mask look up at the burlya sih, the hood on the coat covering up what theby, even with aparticular about hiht The ure stood at about 16ure underneath his coat, which either suggested he was a normal person, or a conjurer Strapped behind him was a normal short sword on top and a sleek black stick on the botto if he was actually a conjurer, and that was his staff

After casting a glance at the drunkard that was calling him out, the masked man simply walked past him, uninterested, as if he wasn't worth the ti me? Just because you're a little famous for your bullshi+t rumors, you think you're better than iantsword fro down

"C-Calm down! You know you're not allowed to kill so , but thetowards the front counter

This pissed off the drunk even low, pusheddown at theexplosion resounded, and I stared in horror, i the bloody corpse that was probably cleaved in two from the force of that bloever, contrary to what I expected, the sword had created a s him by just a hair's breadth

Whew… At least the drunk had enough sense to not kill the man; he probably just wanted to scare him

I stood back up about to calain, but when I turned to hi expression

"GRAAH!" He swung his sword again, lifting it out of the sround The custo rooore

With reatsword, no matter how drunk he was; his power and speed were no joke He attacked with a flurry of swings that obliterated the wooden seats and tables in the way but no matter how much he had attacked, his sword always missed The man's sas met with empty air as theThe crazy part though was that he didn't take a single step froe of attacks by the burlyprofusely as his face wrinkled his frustration, but he was ing the only thing you can do? I guess your guardian did all of the hard work for you while all you did was run away!" Thesainst the rip of his sword and swung again, this time, much faster than his previous attacks

With a sharp clang, the burly drunk's greatsword that probably weighedbut I didn't kno The sound made it seem like the sword had been met with metal from another sword but I couldn't see it I didn't even see the masked swordsman pull out his weapon

"Are you done?" the masked man asked

"A-Aah…" was the only sound I heard froround

Suddenly, I felt like I was deep underwater I couldn't breathe and the surrounding air seemed to want to crush me

"…"

What was this?

I-I'hters were able to produce a killing intent that could scare mana beasts away, but what the hell was this? Was there such a thing as a killing intent that could actually kill people?

Slowly turning my head to face the masked man as obviously the source of this bloodthirst, I felt the blood drain from my face as I stared at him

I couldn't tell what sort of expression he had under his mask but I didn't need to There see out of him I could've sworn it felt like that dark aura around hi intent wasn't even focused onmy pants

I witnessed, then, the sorry state that the drunk was in His eyes ide and his body stiff, as if he was petrified He wasdown his cheeks while the crotch area from his pants were a darker shade