Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Noontime when the sun falls brightly.

Many pieces are stuck on the ground, as thick round-tails draw circles. I was at the center of it.

This is a place that fathers, grandfathers, and cellulites commonly use in a training ground built in the open, unlike the one they met with Mr. Obza yesterday.

Built to disgust a building that can be fixed or repaired, only a wall surrounding it is installed so that no matter how rampant it may be. Moreover, the only walls are reinforced by the hand of Master Celery.

If those people were serious, they'd blow up the building...

The flow to the installation of this workout plant seems visible, laughing small. It wouldn't break here if I waved the sword as hard as I could.

With that in mind, I look at the two knives I put on my hips. I plan to make sure Oreol is user-friendly today, so Oreol is on the left and Esperda is on the right.

Make sure they are both securely secured and look around.

I can see a lot in the walls away from where I am. Barado and Leo seniors, of course, were with Uncle Winn and Mr. Obza, and for some reason Master Gray and Jin were watching over me.

Unlike me, who only has as much work to do as confirming costume matching and etiquette procedures, Lady Gray has a lot of work to do. Yet can I sell oil in places like this? That question passed my brain all the time, but well, it's Master Gray who rented this place out, so I don't have to say anything.

Uncle Winn looks a little worried about this one, the guards other than Mr. Obza, who seems to observe with interest the group of students. And you look at me seriously, Mr. Obza.

With their gaze, I reach out to Oreo.

Grip the pattern and lower yourself. Then I fixed my breath.

And take a step forward.

At the same time, activate [Living Slash] to kill the first pile.

The presence of Oreo shining in the sun was outstanding.

Even though it's the same knife, you look a lot different than Espada......

Fly to the right and activate [Rotational Slash] with that feeling for Oreo, where the sun suits you. I have no eyes on the slashed pile, and I go on slashing the marutai that was surrounding me clockwise. [Slash Up], bisect the pile floating in the universe with [Aerial Slash].

Then use the [flying knife] towards the pile you saw. He said he intended to use it lightly, but the slaughter that flew away cut off two bottles that were lined up vertically.

While surprised by its power, activate the [Water Knife]. Because of the power of the flying knife and less magic, the stretch of the body is worse than that of Espada. Add magic and extend the blade up to about a meter.

To think of the flying knife, Oreo seems to have a better transmission of magic than Espada. However, it is not as compatible with water attributes as with espadas.

Discussing that, I kill about three bottles together. I have little response.

Consider how precious the material of the Warcraft is used in the sharpness that is no less than that of Espada.

Running over to the pile that's left, thinking that the armor is going to slash easily, too.

After solving the skill of [Water Knife], activate [Stabbing] on the last bottle you arrive at.

The next moment there was an unlikely bursting sound with a punch of knife, half of the marutai that was as good as my torso was disappearing.

I quickly lose my use, and while I feel insufficient in Marutai, I return myself to my sheath.

At that time, there was a slight sense of resistance that I did not feel when pulling out, as if to say it was not violent enough. Then chin to complain of dissatisfaction! and a loud noise once fits into the sheath.

I thought you were bored by the lack of response. Did my emotions make you feel that way, or is it also the will to Oreo? Well, looking around, thinking it must be the former.

Ahead of looking over, Marutai rolls onto the ground showing the remainder of the short slashed pile and a beautiful cross section.

In the back are the Ballads, who react as usual, and the watchful Eastern guards. Uncle Wynn and Mr. Obza look at me with tender eyes.

Raise the end of your mouth small to them like that. But soon he returned to his serious expression and opened his mouth.

"How about this? Master."

"Yeah. Good job."

Asked in a fearful manner, Mr. Obza nodded sternly.

"- Oh, my God. It's a great power even though none of it's a lot of skill, Mr. Doyle. Surprised."

"Thank you"

After a face-to-face laugh at a deliberate teacher interaction, Mr. Obza again explains his plans for the future.

"Well, I have plans for the future... I wouldn't suggest you give me a knife, but it's a real problem, wielding a knife with both hands. Unless it's too much muscle strength, it's hard to kill the momentum of a two-handed sword with one hand. The knife is thin and thin. But I think it's effective to be able to use both hands where you need to be. Right hand on the horse, left hand on either side, it's easy to fight, isn't it? Besides, a knife has a poor range, unlike a spear. It would be easier if you could attack someone with one hand and decide with the other when you get into their nostalgia."

"Right."

I snort at Mr. Obza's best opinion.

The knife weighs unexpectedly. If you knew from the beginning that it was a short-term showdown and you would use two swords, you would still lose out of stamina early if you waved your hands from the beginning in an unseen battle ahead.

On the other hand, the simultaneous use of two swords is good for simultaneous defense. It would be ideal if either hand could fight as well, instead of attacking with the right hand left hand. It will be harder to determine if an attack is coming from the right or the left, and it will be easier to have a feint.

"Then I think it's easier to fight with Espada on the right hand side and Oreo on the left hand side in action because that's not compatible with the attributes of water and ice. I was sending magic twice to stretch my body, and Doyle, you would have felt it, wouldn't you?

I look out for the words spoken, naturally, when I am conceiving of Mr Obza's suggestion.

... Did you notice?

I didn't mean to be so time-lagged or upset that I could see it, but it seemed like a prospect.

I honestly affirm the words of Mr. Obza as I hear a voice leaking out of Master Gray's mouth that impressed me as he watched us interact.

"Yes, the flying knife was more powerful than I thought, but the stretch of the water knife was one thing now. Still, it was easier to handle than a normal weapon."

"I don't have any compatible attributes, but I also use demon ore and dragons in the material, so the transmission of magic should be good. The producer was exaggerating that if he handled it well, he could kill the magic."

"" Dragon!? "

Seniors Ljeci and Sana 'a raise their voices to Mr. Obza's words unexpectedly. He presses his mouth against the gathered gaze as soon as he raises his voice and rushes off the two hidden behind Senior Leo.

I managed to swallow the words thanks to both of them, but I'm full of them wanting to scream too.

If it were made of demonic ore or dragons, that would be all that would be left of a knife. I mean, where did Mr. Obza get dragons and such? If I bought it, it would be a hell of a lot of money.

I guess that's what my thoughts were on my face. Mr. Obza laughs with a troubled face and proceeds to the conversation.

"You don't have to worry about the dragon's ex because it's free. Let's get back to it, why don't we use our current skills first if we're not good at it? I'll show you some of my skills when I can kill Marutai beautifully, even on my left hand, over and over again. Then you start by imitating your movements with your dominant hand and acquiring skills. Then left hand. Don't use Esperda because I'm also used to Oreo today. Come on, time's running out and let's get started!

- Yes, Master.

I nod exaggerating at the feelings of Mr. Obza, who spoke quickly and energetically.

I have a lot to say, but it's a corner favor. It would be rather rude to care any more because you personally don't seem to want me to touch on the value of Oreo.

This kindness is best reciprocated in silence and as a disciple it meets expectations.

"I'll be ready in a minute"

"Yeah."

I told Mr. Obza, who showed his relieved face, that I had begun preparing Marutai.

Use your skills a few times until you have the same power as your right hand. I didn't spend that much time and now that I can handle the skills I normally use on my left hand, I was currently teaching Mr. Obza new skills.

"Mr. Doyle, the next thing you know, it's [unclear]!

I raise my face to Mr. Obza, who waved up his sword.

A brilliant silver chill ran over his head and flew off the scene with all his might. Shortly afterwards, the blade took the track I was in and cut the wind. One beat late and a heavy shock sounds like a dong.

The slaughter was breaking the ground, along with the sound as if lightning had fallen.

"Come on, do it. I don't know the trick. Fast, I guess, where you drop slaughter at one point?

"Yes!"

Answer the advice and go after Mr. Obza, who has fallen back. At that time, it passes over the ground broken by the effect of the skill you have just shown and burns it in your eyes.

Was it an extra shock? The place where the slash fell was dented, and countless cracks were running outward about it.

While doing so, the distance between them shrinks and enters Oreol's range distance.

Sights burned in the back of the brain and lightning falling in memory. Combine the two, one slash from top to bottom toward the person waiting, imagine the speed of light and wave the blade down.

After hearing the sound of the core of my body similarly earlier, the letter 'I acquired skills [I didn't want to]' danced behind my brain.

Stop by the skills you have learned. If you avoid the attack and see Mr. Obza, who was putting his sword back in his sheath a little further away, he will come this way with a frantic grin.

"How'd it go?

"I learned everything thanks to you"

"That's good"

If I answered honestly because they asked me pleasantly, I could hear a breathtaking noise somewhere.

Put Oreo back in his sheath and look to those with Uncle Wynn and his grandfathers.

Master Gray's reaction remains the same. Uncle Wynn has a proud look on his face somewhere, and the escorts look at this one with a flashy look.

Perhaps the sound earlier was someone from the escort.

"Ha! They're pretty surprised."

"Sounds like it."

Mr. Obza, who noticed at the end of my gaze, blows.

If I return vaguely without knowing what to answer to the words said with a delightful look, I deepen my grin even more, Mr. Obza said.

"You should strain your chest. Kids like you don't."

"... thank you"

With the compliments, I was brushed over the head and lighted up a little.

"Let's go. Take a break."

"Yes."

Encouraged to walk out with me. Look at us like that, Ballado was starting to get ready for a break.

Starting with [shadow pruning] slashing the ground rind, simultaneously using a flying knife and a mess stab against an enemy who is on the ground from space [meteor]. A foothold called [Circle Walk] that helps when surrounded by enemies from all sides. Then when you use a circle walk with two knives, you can learn [wind roll], etc. Aside from Kazuki, I was able to gain a lot of skills today alone.

This is also a thank you to Mr. Obza for his guidance.

Easy to understand advice and practice in tension while just imitating in action. There is a better chance of gaining skills in battle, rather than repeated exercises.

Looking back at Ballado as he prepares his tea, he looks back at today's achievements.

"After a break, let's use the skills you just gained with your left hand"

That's what Mr. Obza tells me.

I open my mouth to answer that word, too.

"- Please wait!

But there was a guy who raised his voice faster than I did when I tried to answer.

Face to face with Mr. Obza in the voice you hear. Then I looked at the Lord of the Voice, and there was Gin staring at me with an unprecedented amount of hot eyes.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Master Doyle! But this gin, I want to apologize for the inconvenience!

That's how you look at me. Your eyes seem to burn.

I guess I was inspired because I was making practical moves to acquire skills. The hand holding the spear contained considerable force, and the fingertips were thin and white.

I can't stay or not, it says on Gin's face.

"We are aware of the lack of strength. But why don't you let me take that knife for once now?"

He was terribly serious about holding a spear and begging me.

In front of such a gin, I look up to Mr. Obza.

"Help yourself."

If I tell you so, Mr. Obza leaves me.

I was told to be free, so if I looked back at Jin again, I would meet him with eager eyes that I could scorch.

"Please, Master Doyle!

From Gin, who tells with a caged voice of fever, I want to test my power, this time I want to go over it, such emotions are transmitted with a hint.

A caged gaze of respect and ambition, similar to what I point to my grandfather and father.

Your spine trembles in the eyes of a burning fighting spirit.

I've called Jin and Waldo scattered brain muscles, war idiots, but apparently I had something similar.

"Ballad."

"I'm in awe"

Stop Ballado, who was preparing to take a break, without distracting himself from the eyes of the red tea that shoots me straight through.

And he left himself to the emotions that spurred and gushed by his hot gaze, opening his mouth.

"- That's good. Come on, Gin."

"Yes!"

Hear a response that feels tempered and walk out to the center of the training ground again.

Gin walking next to me like that. 'You can't lose!' And the end of his mouth lifted up upon his face, which he spoke truthfully.