The "Master swordsman” who was reincarnated, wants to live freely - Chapter 113

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Ruino Tomura loved swinging blades and swords ever since she was little.
Her grandfather and her parents in particular were prominent users of the blade within her family. As she received her own blade, she would use it with utmost care.
One day she’d become a famous swordsman – Though it wasn’t a dream fitted for a girl, she embraced it entirely, and it suited her very well.
If someone was in trouble, she’d save them. That was the kind of girl Ruino was. It was second nature to her to “fight for others”, ever since she was little.
— The thing that changed Ruino was the fact that her family got killed.
The first she lost was her mother.
She felt saddened by it, but her grandfather treated her kindly and encouraged her to go on. Though she had lost her mother, her grandfather would support her further on.
To see her grandfather, who was always smiling, be painted with blood, laying on the ground… That very image still haunts her today. As she lost her grandfather, whom she loved very much, she also lost her father soon after. All Ruino felt was left was a sense of helplessness.

(Why… Why… Why why why why—)
Ruino didn’t give in to the hopelessness, she just thought about it. Why did it turn out this way… Both her parents and her grandfather, all far better than Ruino with the blade. 
There’s a reason one loses. That is because they’re weaker.
That’s what her grandfather once told her.

“On the battlefield, the one chosen by the death god is to die”
“The death god?”
“Yes, no matter how you live, if you meet them, you’re over”
“Have you seen this death god, Grandpa?”
“Yes, I did. Well, the death god and I are on good terms you know! That’s why I can still spend time with you, my cutest little granddaughter”

— Yet still, her grandfather died. Was it because he was chosen by the death god?
He said he was on good terms with the death god, yet he still got killed.
Well, then what was Ruino had to do. It was rather easy – Get stronger.

They say you die once you’re chosen by the death god. Well, then she’d need the strength to kill a death god – No, she needed the power to kill an actual God.
It didn’t matter whether her opponent was a God or a Devil.
Ruino only longed for the power to kill them all. Absolute power to bring anyone to their knees.
And when she did – Then no one would be able to defend against her blade. Her one attack.
And that one attack was,

“A single heart strike – The God Slayer!”
With this very attack, Ruino made her move towards Iris.

She always thought she’d be an Ally of Justice, just like her father.
Iris always figured she’d become one. And that her father would always protect her, no matter what.
But her father – Garlo, was killed right before her own eyes. This is what changed Iris’ way of thinking. If Garlo was no longer here, then another person would have to don the title of Ally of Justice. And that person would be… No one but she herself.
Iris thought only she could do it until she met with Alta.
She now knew that she could aim to become the “Strongest knight” and that she could fight for the sake of others.
And as of late, she’s been remembering quite a few things that have happened in the past.
And one of those memories was of Garlo swinging Purple Lightning, and showing her one particular technique.

“Amazing, amazing! How do you do this technique?”
“This is… A technique I created myself”
“You did, father?”
“That’s right. If we’re talking about swordsmanship then… There are Swordmasters who use these sorts of techniques. I too want to gain that kind of power”
“Is there a person that you look up to, father?”
After Iris had asked her question, Garlo had fallen silent for a moment – And then laughed.

“If we’re talking swordsmanship, then yes, I suppose I do. However, I want to do it my way… I want to swing the sword for the sake of others. That’s why I have given this sword technique the name of a God. They have a rough temper, but are more gentle than any other… I named it after that God. There may be many that fear lightning and thunder, but I will, together with this blade — Protect others”

Little Iris couldn’t really understand everything that Garlo had told her.
However, the words “Protect others” still resonates in Iris’s mind and memory.
Though Iris had only seen the technique once – It had been engraved into her mind.

“—Lightning God”
A piercing sound could be heard from far and wide, as Iris’ sword was glowing brightly with purple as she swung it.