Subaru Natsuki, who returned from the new Three Kingdoms

drink wine?

Let's drink until we're completely drunk?

That child?

That child who always took everything upon himself, molded himself into a perfect knight, whose smile seemed to be sculpted by rules, actually drank with others.

Wilhelm was momentarily at a loss for what to be surprised about first.

"You mean Reinhard drank with you?"

"of course."

Subaru Natsuki nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Liquor is like an old hero; the more you drink, the more courageous you become. Although Reinhard initially hesitated, after some persuasion from me, he finally understood this profound truth."

Wilhelm looked at him.

He couldn't imagine Reinhard being pressured to drink.

It's even more unimaginable that Reinhard actually sat there and drank the wine.

But the boy's tone was too natural.

Furthermore, the fact that he reeked of alcohol made it seem like he wasn't lying.

Wilhelm suddenly realized that this boy named Natsuki Subaru might be more special than he had imagined.

Subaru Natsuki did not continue to explain Reinhard's matter.

His gaze returned to the wooden sword in Wilhelm's hand, revealing a hint of eager anticipation.

"Old hero, how about a little sparring?"

Wilhelm looked at him.

"You want to duel me with swords?"

"Exactly."

Subaru Natsuki stretched his shoulders.

The hangover is still there.

My head still hurts.

But seeing a good sword technique and not trying it out is like seeing a good wine and not drinking it; it's really tempting.

Wilhelm did not refuse immediately.

He walked to the weapon rack next to him, took down a wooden sword, and threw it to Subaru Natsuki.

"Use this."

The wooden sword flipped in mid-air.

Natsuki Subaru did not reach out to take it.

The wooden sword fell to his feet with a soft thud.

Wilhelm's brow twitched slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"My swordsmanship can actually be done without a sword."

Natsuki Subaru raised his right hand, his five fingers together and the edge of his palm slightly forward.

"I, Cai, believe that one should not use a sword to kill the old or the young. But when dealing with an old hero like you, I'd better not use a sword, for fear of hurting you."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Wilhelm looked at him.

The next moment, the warmth on the old man's face faded.

He is not an easily angered person.

But Natsuki Subaru's statement was a bit too arrogant!

As a sword demon who overwhelms the sword saints of his generation, Wilhelm has his own pride!

"young people."

Wilhelm slowly raised the wooden sword.

"Confidence is a good thing."

"But arrogance will lead to a quick death."

Subaru Natsuki grinned.

"Thanks for reminding me, but I died fast enough!"

Chapter 18: 018. The Heaven-Hating Sword Technique

After saying this, Natsuki Subaru stepped back with his right foot and lowered his body slightly.

In that instant, an image of a dark and damp prison cell flashed into his mind.

Before Yuan Shao's defeat.

Or rather, before Yuan Shao was utterly defeated by that fiery meteor shower.

In order to reverse the inevitable defeat and save his kind and benevolent lord, Natsuki Subaru once went to the Jizhou prison under cover of darkness to see Tian Feng.

The old man was imprisoned, his hair disheveled and his clothes rumpled, yet he still refused to back down.

He cursed Yuan Shao.

He cursed Cao Cao.

They insulted Liu Bei.

He insulted Zhuge Liang.

He insulted many people he shouldn't even know.

Cursing the heavens.

Scolding.

In the end, even Subaru Natsuki was cursed.

Natsuki Subaru originally went to deliver a jar of wine and, incidentally, to ask this strategist whom Yuan Shao feared if he had any way to save his life and turn defeat into victory.

As a result, Tian Feng calmed down after drinking the wine, looked at him, and suddenly smiled.

"Your eyes look like they've been killed by fate many times."

Natsuki Subaru didn't understand at the time.

Tian Feng offered no explanation.

I only taught him a set of sword techniques.

A sword without a sword.

Use your hand as a weapon.

Hate is the backbone.

According to Tian Feng, this sword technique, when practiced to its peak, can even cleave through the will of Heaven.

Natsuki Subaru, who was focused on improving his strength at that time, was overjoyed.

He thought he had finally mastered an unparalleled martial art.

I later learned that this thing is incredibly difficult to train for and extremely dangerous to fight.

But one thing is true.

It is suitable for those who have no good sword, no good fortune, and no way out.

Tian Feng named it—

Hate Heaven Sword Technique.

"bring it on."

Subaru Natsuki raised his hand.

"Let me see if the old hero's swordsmanship is faster, or my hands are faster!"

Wilhelm moved.

He decided to teach this arrogant young man a lesson.

The moment the wooden sword was thrust out, it was as if the air was being sliced ​​by a line.

Natsuki Subaru almost instinctively turned to the side.

The tip of the sword grazed his collar.

Without a moment to catch his breath, the next sword strike followed immediately.

Wilhelm did not hold back much just because Subaru Natsuki was unarmed.

After the first sword strike missed, he realized that the boy was not bluffing.

Subaru Natsuki's steps were erratic.

The movements were not graceful either.

But every time he dodged, it was as if he knew in advance where the sword would come from.

He wasn't simply looking at the sword.

He was looking at people.

Look at the shoulders.

Look at the wrist.

Observe their breathing.

Look at that almost invisible blank space before the killing intent arrives.

This kind of skill can't be developed in the practice area.

They can only be found on the real battlefield.

Pick it up from next to the body.

He picked himself up from the brink of death time and time again.

Wilhelm's eyes gradually sharpened.

This is the look of someone who is eager to prey on others.

Don't forget, his title of Sword Demon was earned through countless life-and-death battles on the battlefield!

The wooden sword swept across.

Subaru Natsuki raised his hand to block.

The palm struck the wooden sword, producing a dull thud.

The pain traveled down my arm and into my shoulder.

Natsuki Subaru smiled.

He used the momentum to close the distance, his palm like a sword, thrusting straight at Wilhelm's chest.

Wilhelm stepped back half a step, pressing down on the hilt of his sword to block the attack.

The next moment, Subaru Natsuki's other hand slashed down from below.

There was no sword.

Yet it possessed the intent of a sword.

Wilhelm finally understood what he meant by "it's okay without a sword".

This is not childish nonsense.

This is a sword technique truly designed for those who fight to the death.