Overgeared

A long time ago.

It was when Grid was a duke of the Eternal Kingdom. Grid and the members of Overgeared were taught swordsmanship by Piaro. They learned valuable lessons. They didn’t gain strength that was expressed in numbers, such as their level or stats going up.

Nevertheless, those who learned swordsmanship from Piaro clearly became stronger. They quickly learned the know-how that should’ve been gained through actual combat. It was why Piaro was praised as the pillar of the Overgeared Empire.

Defeating the great demons who invaded the surface, leading the war against the kingdoms hostile to the Overgeared Kingdom, and resolving the food shortage by turning all types of devastated land into rice paddies and agricultural fields—in addition to his numerous achievements, Piaro was the teacher of Grid and the Overgeared members.

He was treated more highly than a meritorious retainer by the people. He was a big shot among big shots.

“Please teach your junior as well.”

Piaro went to Sword Saint Muller and bowed his head. It was after Grid declared the hell expedition. The heroes of the empire scattered all across the continent for training, but Piaro remained in Reinhardt. It was because the best teacher, Muller, was in Reinhardt.

Muller was puzzled. “I heard that you created this farmland.”

“Yes, farming is one of the few talents that this lowly junior can boast about.”

“You have made great achievements as a farmer. You shouldn’t be humble.”

“Senior, how many people in the world can’t be humble in front of you? Please don’t use honorifics with me. I feel uncomfortable.”

“Um... But I’m not your senior...”

He could understand to some extent why Mercedes regarded him as a teacher. Mercedes was a knight who used swords. It wasn’t strange for her to ask Muller to teach her.

On the other hand, Piaro was a farmer. Muller was flustered when a farmer kept calling him Senior and asked him to teach something. He couldn’t glimpse the remnants of the Matchless Sword from Piaro.

Piaro had grown into a legendary farmer. Before he knew it, he had completely abandoned the form of a swordsman and built up his own martial arts. The fact that he was once a swordsman wasn’t recognized by the greatest swordsman of all time. This meant Piaro was a complete farmer.

“The path you have walked is too precious for you to set your heart on the sword again. It will be a great loss to the world if you abandon the path of a farmer and become a swordsman.”

Natural State—all the energy of nature was seeping into Piaro in real time. Every breath and gesture of Piaro’s won the world’s favor.

Muller recognized it instantly. It was the fact that the farmer in front of him was a person who would become more powerful as time passed. He was confident that the more prosperous the world became, without being threatened by demons or gods, the stronger that Piaro would become.

However, Piaro had little faith in himself.

“This junior... was previously a swordsman,” Piaro confessed, “I was one of the countless swordsmen who admired you and dreamed of becoming a Sword Saint. Yet along the way, I fell in love with the farmlands. I abandoned the sword and picked up a hand plow. How can I dream of becoming a swordsman again?”

“The lesson you want to get from me isn’t swordsmanship.”

Muller noticed it. The farmer in front of him wasn’t sure if the path he took was really the right one and wanted someone to evaluate him objectively on his behalf. This was what Muller was suited for.

“The apostles are all outstanding.”

Muller’s hand was placed on the sword handle. It was the handle of an old iron sword. Far from being ugly, it looked precious like an old antique.

“You might have doubts if you compare yourself with them.”

“......”

those who were close to an Absolute, had something in common. They had little experience with victory after victory. Neither Grid nor Hayate nor Muller. They started their lives from the position of an underdog. Even when they were hailed as heroes, they faced enemies far stronger than they were and were defeated repeatedly. Sleepless days were common. It was

recall the time when I wandered around with a similar feeling to you. I guess I really am your

than sharp, dark rather than shiny, and crude rather than flashy. However, it was a sword that could cut anything. It

The words of the Sword Saint resembled a dragon’s words. It made those with blades in their hearts

the power of Natural State and ran forward. He sowed seeds to make the terrain beneficial to him while

flashed through the surging beanstalks and intertwined

a blessing that there are people who are catching up to you

members of Overgeared crossed Piaro’s mind as he barely deflected Muller’s sword, which cut and scattered the layers of sweet potato stems.

his. To be exact, he was nervous. He wondered if he was becoming a worthless existence to them. However, Muller was right. He shouldn’t be afraid. It should be regarded as a blessing. He was able

like a thunderbolt at every moment. It wasn’t simply a metaphor that he used because it was fast. It was because the form itself repeatedly bent at an

Tiger’s Breath. Then the ground that assimilated with him soared like a canyon before being

grateful that there are those who are ahead

a huge history, unlike himself, who easily betrayed his nation due to being betrayed, and gave up his dream simply because he found a new path. They were noble from their origins and

It was right that he should be grateful to them. They were

“...I know.”

Piaro noisily raised a large mound of dirt. It fired in a straight line,

was lonely, I have always understood that the environment I am in is a blessing. Even so, I didn’t know how to manage myself because I repeatedly became anxious

the first time Piaro

when he realized he would never

when he was completely overtaken by Mercedes, who

Nefelina carrying Grid on that little

day that Mir recreated Muller’s

again even after overcoming it, so he

“I...”

I am qualified

Finally—

to express the truth he had been hiding for

a good understanding of the environment

Certainly.

Tomb, Mercedes tried to cooperate with Piaro. It was only after Piaro plowed the farmland that Mir started to act in earnest. Muller’s condition wasn’t perfect at the

of magic power contained in the soil

this and smiled. “I suspect

feed themselves thanks to the crops that were harvested—he realized that they and

you have walked

The greatest Sword Saint of all time notarized the greatness of

the legendary farmer ‘Piaro’ have

form a party with the ‘farmer’ class in the future, the power of swordsmanship-related skills you have learned

“......?”

farmers was no longer confined to the farmlands. For the farmers who already

your

gained 3 points

“...What is happening again?”

only recently realized it, but the apostles seemed to grow faster in his absence. Grid thought seriously while making a subtle

not Reinhardt. It was to meet the Gray Dragon, Xenon. To be exact, it