Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand
Voluntary Practice 2
The next morning.
Almark and the four of them are practicing in their usual place.
"Are you doing this here?"
and was called out.
"Torque"
Almark shouts at the unexpected appearance of someone.
Torque showed up with Garaine, Deg, and Pillman.
"Isn't it too far? I walked a lot from the dorm."
"What do you want?"
Nelson lowered his sword and stared at the torque.
"Don't let it get cold. I'm serious."
"I hope not."
The torque lowers the armor and sword it held to the ground.
"We're practicing here from today."
Morgan raised his voice behind Almark.
"How do you blow, torque?"
Almark asks for torque.
Seeing his face already laughing, the torque gripped his face.
"We're going to win a pair without a problem."
Torque says.
"Three pairs of Estonian poloise, if those guys win in front of you, they won't win."
"We'll win."
Nelson says.
I can't lose to three pairs.
So...
Torque says.
"We're practicing here too."
"That won't help."
Almark says Nelson turns to dissatisfaction.
"Almark. I don't need any torque help with you. I'm just in the mood. Let's practice alone."
Morgan nods hard at the words.
"Agree"
"I met Eston and Polois yesterday."
Almark said.
"We both had big bodies. Just about the torque. Assuming you're fighting them, the torque is just right for you to practice with."
And then Almark adds.
"Nelson, as you put it, they were both unkind. Just like the old torque. Assuming you're fighting them, the torque is just right for you to practice with."
"Hey."
The torque gripped his face and the raidow blew out.
I'm kidding, Torque.
Almark refuses the torque and continues.
"I don't want to lose to them either. Nelson, these guys...."
Almark saw Nelson's face.
I didn't even remember Norish's name.
"They."
Nelson distorts his face and throws up.
"Oh, my God. I'll let you know."
After kicking the ground several times violently, Nelson put his mind to it.
"... I can't help it. It's not like I'm messing around in two pairs. Torque, Virtual Eston and Polois. I'm going to have to practice with you."
"That's why you said that from the beginning."
That's what the torque says, start wearing your protective gear.
Well then, let Deg play with Raido. Pillman, you're with Morgan. Garaine is with me. "
Almark gives instructions to everyone quickly.
"Let's all win."
Oops!
Nelson replies, and Raidow and Deg nod.
Garaine lacks agility, but he has considerable power.
Almark was being held by Garaine.
"Very good. Garaine, you're so smart."
I'll give you a compliment.
Garaine laughs hard.
Almark already knows that this is Garaine's smile, although it looks like an unbelievable smile.
He is a man who is losing money by laughing.
"Let's keep it that way."
But unexpectedly, the tip of the sword quickly begins to dull.
What's the matter, Garaine?
Speaking up, Garaine began to breathe on her shoulders.
The point is, I don't have any health.
"When it gets tighter, it's real. Garaine, we're almost there."
Almark put it through the galley and ended up with a deliberate galley thrust on his torso.
"Yes, remember that poke. Even in times of pain, if you can do it, you can win."
Garaine nodded, moaning, in Almark's words.
Almark took a break from Garaine and turned to Nelson and Torque.
Nelson fought almost mutually with the torque.
Indeed, I have dedicated everything to my sword this summer.
It handles heavy-duty thrusts of torque well and never stands in front of it, making effective thrusts without being on the defensive side.
However, torque is not easily forgiven.
Don't let Nelson take the lead by rushing off Nelson's poke.
Ultimately, Nelson's technique was twisted down by the power of the torque.
"Shit."
Nelson moans on his knees and regrets it.
"You were almost there."
"Almost there? Not yet."
The torque wipes the sweat off my forehead.
"This is my third and third victory. The difference is bigger than you think."
It's always a climax.
Nelson wakes up his upper body as he says.
"We're close. Admit it."
Torque, uh, snorts.
"Well, you can admit that it has improved since before summer. There seems to be some hope for the tournament."
"Uuuuuuuuuu. Don't admit it honestly."
Tell him to admit it, and Nelson shakes his head.
"You can slap me like you always do. I'm more motivated."
Torque looks at Nelson with his mouth up.
"Nelson, it's always just prestige, you are. Try to beat me once before you slap me."
"That's why I'm telling you to win."
After seeing the two interactions, Almark decided that it would be okay to leave them alone for a while.
Raidow and Deg are out of the game.
Rather, the whereabouts of the match are entirely left to Reido's tone, with him winning if he is well and Deg winning if he is not well.
Almark gave them some advice and saw Morgan and Pillman.
Pillman is from the countryside of the Galai kingdom and although neither he nor his compliments suggest motor neurosis, Morgan was overwhelmed by the Pillman.
Pull your hips out and kneel with a light thrust on your torso.
We see that the same interaction is repeated and Pillman gains more and more confidence.
On the contrary, I can see that Morgan's body is losing even more confidence.
Ah, am I supposed to do this with Pillman? Bad guy, I am.
I know what Morgan's back is saying in his hand.
Let's stop this for once.
Almark walks in between them, asks Pillman to rest and calls Morgan.
I can't do this anymore.
At the top of the opening, Morgan said with a crying face.
"I thought Pillman might be a bit of a match. I'm sorry, Almark. I'm useless."
"What are you talking about?"
Almark shakes his head.
"Morgan is my benefactor. This martial arts practice won't shake my trust in you."
While saying that, Almark thinks.
Even if Morgan strengthens his foundation, he won't make it to the tournament.
After all, the tournament is a one-shot game.
Let's think about what Morgan can do.
"Morgen"
Almark hit Morgan on the shoulder.
"From today on, let's do some special exercises with me."
Huh?
Morgan looks scared.
"I don't like being scared."
"It's okay. I'll prove you're not a bad guy."
Almark said with a smile.