The next boxing tournament will be held on the anniversary of the birth of the contemporary lord, two months after the time of year.
There is a ceremony to celebrate the birthday of Uncle Albert, who ruled the desert city of Oasis.
The ceremony brings together a number of people no less than the flea market.
What the merchants say will be vibrant too.
But the flea market has a different purpose.
The flea market is really something called "the whole Oasis Street is busy to do business". On the other hand, the Birthday Festival of the Earl of Albert is called "Celebrating the Birthday of the Earl of Albert in the City".
In other words, merchants come from outside to boost business.
"If you do, it's huge. No, I think my birthday would be more luxurious if I was bad."
Meena was watching the training as she said that.
Chitta draws water from Oasis Street and carries it here. This is a focused workout to build your ankles and hips.
In order to carry a fistfight match in your favor, you have to bottom up your lung vitality and stamina. Moderate running exists at the border between aerobic and anaerobic exercise and plays a role in training lung viability, stamina.
Of course, there are several ways to build lung viability and stamina. But I'm looking for two birds with one stone to build their ankles by running.
Chittas with a small physique have to put their weight on the blow to compensate for their strength. He's a wetshift. A weight shift means weight travel. Strike enhancement by putting on weight. The strength of the ankle and hips is necessary at that time.
A dash of water pumping by Chitta is a fine training based on that kind of evidence.
Meanwhile, I only practice form.
The reason is that I simply don't want to run.
"Will it be extravagant after all? That's to celebrate the Lord's birthday. If you lost the flea market, you wouldn't be dressed a bit."
"Yes, I think it would rather be a Lords birthday ceremony to celebrate than a flea market for business. Because there's a lot of implicit pressure on residents to behave in a pretty busy way."
"Well, then we'll have to make a scene too."
"It's not obligatory, but, well, I think there are a lot of places to fold up shops on festival day.... By the way, doesn't the Lord run?
"I'm obliged to teach Chitta the correct form."
Correct form.
The importance of the mould is as we have already touched on many times. The question of which attitude is the easiest to force is already systematically studied by the great men of the past.
efficient way of operating the flesh. If you have that knowledge because of it, there is no reason not to learn it.
So I repeat that re-appraising my form over and over again increases the compliance rate.
Shaking the right left, right and one-to-one punch from the correct form accumulates skill experience. If my skill level increases, my ability to fight increases easily with the aid of my skills.
Is it called a shortcut or an anomaly? It is a way to bottom up how this world works.
"Um, it's about the Lord, so I think maybe I had an idea... but the form has changed coronally since just now, okay?
"Oh, there are multiple two-handed guards, one-handed guards, no-guards, all of them. Take them down a little bit."
"Do you do that much?... After all, the Lord is not a one-way specialty type, but a multi-way tricky type."
"Sort of."
Correctly, I try no-guards, one-handed guards or something appropriately, appraise them once and get a name like "Hitman Style," and then even practice "Hitman Style," so I master them.
That's how finding the form on the spot (...) increases my drawer.
Martial arts skills experience is also being added more and more.
Thanks to the protection of my skills, my basic abilities build up steadily, I can feel that feeling somehow.
"But I don't think Chitta can wear all that technique because the Lord is a multiplayer type...... I feel rather clumsy, that girl."
"That's it. I can't help but win a boxing tournament in two months. My job is to take it to a level that's feasible."
"... you didn't say you won now?
Meena listened to one of my casual words, and she was blatant.
Winner. Well, I don't need you to go for it.
"Actually, there's no chance of winning."
"... is that true?
"Bottom-up of basic competencies by acquiring multiple skills. and boxing techniques backed by modern martial arts.... with these two cheats, you'll be able to eat as much as you want."
"Skills, boxing, cheats…"
Meena had a bitter laugh, somewhat in response to the modern terminology I used.
I guess you somehow figured out what I was going to do.
Is the Lord an experienced boxer or something like that? I'm a little pulled off because I'm too knowledgeable.
Explain to Meena that this is the ability I got and gently flush it.
"That said, I think it would be a blow to the head somewhere to acquire multiple skills and improve your abilities. When you say things, it's the foundation."
I'm half sure of this.
With my appraisal skills, it's easy to acquire skills in two months. If you want to develop 10 skills to Lv.1, you can't translate them. I think even 20 of them are possible.
But there are limits to that. Where you've acquired dance skills and become good at footwork, boxing footwork isn't always better.
The last thing you really say about things is the basics.
I still smell blunt when I'm in battle acquiring a ton of skills and doping my basic abilities (no, I've never fought, but I think maybe it smells blunt) because that foundation is missing.
"Therefore, Chitta is asked to repeat physical training, multiple skills acquisition, basic training, actual combat,"
"Oh, I see... So, it's a real fight?
"Oh."
I would still be nervous and powerless in production if I didn't step on the number of places.
Fortunately, we have our slaves in action. It would be better than not being there.
"Oh, it's time for the limit"
and so on.
Chitta came back, breathing on her shoulder.
Correctly, I went there many times and repeatedly went home, but it seemed difficult to get up whether it was time to stop being able to pump the water dash.
Ugh, and he looks pale, and apparently he's going to throw it back up.
Meena shrugged that it looked spicy.
"All right, Chitta, slow down, just drink some water. Drinking too much at once is counterproductive to reduce nausea. Drink, rest, drink. Repeat to keep nausea down."
"Oh, oh, merchant, Dear, Roger, Su..."
The words are pretty out of line, and my breath is up for a long time.
I have no choice in this. After giving him a break, he'll have to give him a massage to relax his muscles.
Meena must be jealous if she shows up like that.
Let me ask you to take your seat off for a moment.
I was able to train Meena to spear. She said, "Will you give me a massage when you're done, too?" He looked at me with a little anticipation.
It had been seen through. If he sees me like that, he'll have to.