Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Four volunteer exercises began the following morning.

Bring out the sword and armor that Bowen lent me comfortably and practice a little further from the dorm.

"If the three groups see us, we might get researched."

That's what Nelson suggested.

After all, Nelson dedicates a summer to sword practice, and the penetration is exceptionally solid compared to before the vacation, as well as the good intuition of the motor nerve in front of him.

And above all, it's full of motivation.

As soon as Almark gives you a little advice on how to fix your movements, you'll be able to do exactly that.

"Nelson has a taste."

Almark said Nelson smiled happily.

"Don't worry about it when you tell me. Thank you."

Raidow is not as powerful as Nelson, but he's not so weak as to just do anything.

Even if I let Nelson play the game, I'll have an unexpectedly good match.

However, if there is unevenness, you can lose easily as if you suddenly lose your focus.

"Not if this easy loser Raido shows up in action."

According to Almark, Reido twisted his neck.

"I'm going to do it the same way I always do."

Having no consciousness means that you are not controlling your concentration well.

I don't think that Raido, who can use magic quite a bit, can't control his concentration, so this is just what I would call it. This may also be the reason why exam grades do not shake that far in terms of merit.

Nevertheless, the most serious is Morgan in Dantons.

Anyway, I have no sense. I don't have the courage. I have no will to fight.

I'm thinking of giving Almark some advice, but all I can think of is words like, "What are you going to say now?"

Still, I tried some very basic advice, but Morgan couldn't move his body exactly as advised.

"No, Morgan. Here's the thing."

I'm going to show you a demonstration.

Like this?

That said, reproducing the movement is far from Almark's example.

However, if you simply say no, Morgan will be completely defeated, even if he lacks the will and motivation to fight.

"Yeah, it's better than before."

Almark encouraged Morgan to say such a thing without stopping smiling.

The steps are slow but definitely in the right direction.

Nevertheless, Morgan's lack of will is serious in the game.

I can't pull my hips and hit a decent thrust.

Morgan, open your chest a little more.

Almark calls out, but as the opponent's sword turns towards him, Morgan turns his back and pulls back.

"Morgen"

"Well, I'm scared."

My body is wasted from fear, so I can't help it. I finally put my hand out, but the thrust doesn't grow.

It's just cowardice and a good sense of escape.

Would it be more appropriate to perceive an attack rather than a sense of escape?

He sees signs of the opponent hitting him and runs away before he does.

However, even if you avoid your first shot, if you are hunted down by a series of attacks, you will be caught in no time, and you can't win the game just by running away in the first place.

"Morgan, your ability to detect dangers is the only way to live in battle."

"The battle is over."

Morgan shook his head at Almark's words.

Almark only sees Morgan's courage with his eyes, and there is no trace of contempt for him, but Nelson and Raidow start to look a little dazed at him.

You can't win by running away, Morgan.

"Morgan, let's be brave and push."

The two of you say, "Morgan..."

"Yeah."

Though I nod, I feel uncomfortable leaning down.

"There are still days. You don't have to hurry."

Almark tapped Morgan gently on the shoulder.

You started practicing in the morning.

Almark nodded as Wendy, who happened to be with him, shouted along the way to the school building.

"Yeah. Leila never wants to lose three pairs, so let Nelson and the others win."

Leila.

Wendy looks into Almark's face with surprise.

"I told Almark that."

"Yeah."

"Wow."

Wendy smiled and turned around.

"Leila admits to Almark."

Huh?

Now Almark peeks into Wendy's face.

"Leila is a very tough girl for her, but she doesn't ask for anything from anyone."

Wendy shook her head at her words after saying so.

"I don't ask... yeah, I guess I should say I don't expect it. That's why Leila only asks for something from someone she really admits."

"... I haven't done anything to be admitted."

Almark laughs bitterly.

"Oh, I see Leila, and I see everybody really well. I'm sure it conveyed Almark's goodness."

Wendy says that and laughs with a smile.

The smile reminded Almark that he had not yet told Wendy what was important.

"Speaking of which, I can use the magic of fog."

Eh?

Wendy watches.

"I was taught in Ilmis' tutorial. My first magic."

"Wow."

Wendy just said that and shut up.

Wendy rushed to hide her face with her hands as Al Mark peered at her wonderful silence.

"Wendy, why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry, I don't even know what it is. But I saw what Almark had been trying to do."

Her cheeks were dyed bright red and Wendy wiped away her tears.

"It's embarrassing."

"... thank you, Wendy"

Almark's heart is wrapped in warm joy.

He likes Almark's success as much as he likes his own.

I was honestly glad that such a girl would be next to me now.

Martial arts tournament, the team is different, but let's do our best.

Wendy changes the subject.

"Yeah. How's Wendy?

"The torques seem to be practicing with torques. I think I'll go to the martial arts after school."

I think Leila's here too.

That might be a good practice.

Wendy nods. Fluffy and clean hair shakes.

"Maybe I'll be back with Almark."

"That's right. My majors are pretty late."

The story plays.

I wish I hadn't gotten to the school building like this.

I saw the school building as if I had seen Almark's feelings.