Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Journal

- What the hell kind of observation is it that an obsolete person shows up with a lady?

- If you're coming in as a dojo student, you're still invited as a guest, etc.

- If you were invited, it would be muscle to quit.

- A lady doesn't deserve someone called incompetent or anything.

- I will show myself that this is the dojo of fine swordsmanship.

The faces of the young people they've surrounded begin to complain to each other.

Basically, it involved dojo students, but it also seemed to mix up to something a little jealous.

I see. In short, I guess it's conscious enough to "let me get to know myself a little".

For them, it can be both imagined and imagined that their fiancée might originally behave in a way that would prevent them from giving up their place.

For that reason, while showing off the power of the dojo students, I thought I'd hold my head first.

Of course there seems to be some less good feelings about boasting about your skill to someone you don't like.

Whatever it is, it happened at Kendo Yard. If it's all part of the archeology, it doesn't matter if you keep your mouth shut with the other dojo students.

After you defeat him, you just have to say, "I got an archery on me," "I was weaker than I thought," and apologize to Charlotte.

"Get out front. Here we go."

Earlier, a young man comes from above saying things, skipping instructions.

The first confrontation at Kendo was with a slightly younger dojo student.

Even so, I'm older than myself, and taller than myself.

Dressed in practice like the rest of the dojo students, he wore caged hands and a leather breastplate. He also has protective equipment on his right shoulder.

In the hand is a wooden sword that stands out on a fine sword, while there are no small shields or sub daggers.

The fact that he came forward in this way at the behest of the youth means that, among the young people who are now here, the earlier youth are probably the leaders.

When I looked around, there were more dojo students.

Did those who were in the separate building also visit?

Several girls' dojo students who are not part of the circle are turning to see.

In the meantime, the "cute" voice that goes up to the pretend. Probably something directed at me.

I want you to stop doing that because it hurts more than just being struck with a sword.

Has a young man of leadership given him a glimpse? When he turned to you, he became quiet.

Anyway, I'm a dojo student in front of me now.

Just facing each other, it conveyed enmity and frustration.

Honestly, I'm feeling too bad.

This means you know the tip of the sword, even without provocation or falsehood.

Dojo students put their right leg forward and take a fine swordsmanship setup where they stick their cuttoes against their opponents.

The way it's set up is familiar to me.

Fine swordsmanship itself is persistently taught by Crave and Noah, so you can say you're dealing with them best.

Besides that, I also have a sword that I remember following a man's life.

Even in this dojo, it can be said that there is enough ground to fight.

Instead, I can't lose and lose unless I'm as good of an opponent as I am because I'm currently getting a nasty swordsman named Noah to deal with me man-to-man in a progressive fashion.

Because of the shoe footwear, when you step on the floor, the wooden slab sounds loud and loud.

The opposing structure was front-eyed.

There is also a one-handed arrangement of tilting the torso to the side to reduce the effective area of the punch, but I am not very used to it, and the shorter one feels better.

... the other person's gaze is only focused on his own chest.

The horizons would be much narrower than all this bad feeling.

Eventually, a young man with a leadership voice speaks of "beginning".

"Si -"

At the same time, a young dojo student packed his time and unleashed a poke.

This one doesn't hit because it accurately captures where the cuts are going and even when they're in time.

Lower your left leg and squeeze your body laterally open.

The young dojo student pulls his sword back and immediately rolls out his next thrust.

Besides, this one pulls his right leg, turns his body right and dodges.

And I immediately slip off to the side with my feet and take care not to be cornered behind me.

In swordsmanship, it is of the utmost importance to estimate the distance between you and me.

No matter how fast they are.

No matter how big they cost.

No matter how long the opponent has the price.

Because in order to kill someone, it's important to step in time first.

Know the length of the opponent's gain, arm length, leg length correctly, and calculate how far it takes to get the cut.

All you have to do is slack that stepping distance right in front of you. The cut will no longer arrive.

If that pokes, you can stick it off where it stretches out.

If you're going to take a blow from the top, you're going to pay for it.

Let's do it, as much as we want.

(Straight...... Feint...... Straight, Marche, Marche......)

First, take it thoroughly and observe the flow of moves.

Young dojo students weave their way forward, and they poke me over and over again.

(- That?)

It was a mundane moment.

The opponent's penetration slowed sharply.

That is, however, an illusion as if you were waving your sword in the water.

It is so sloppy as to make the movement seem so detailed that it is slow.

Isn't this as if when you fought a dusseia or a black leopard ride?

Even then, didn't you feel the perimeter move slowly and in turn taste the strange feeling that your movements were intact?

The feeling was so strange that I look at the fold once and leave.

"Nah!? Fast!?"

"Uh... no"

I am also surprised by the surprise voices made by the dojo students.

All I did was jump one light and take a little distance.

I didn't even use Kanae.

Nonetheless, this is the first time.

Leadership youth speak up against young dojo students

"What are you doing!

"Because this guy moves a little..."

"You're still this dojo swordsman! Do it seriously!

"Shh, I'll try to knock you down right away!

Young dojo students shrink to the yelling voices of youth to force more tension.

It would be a bad cycle. This adds to the bad feelings of young dojo students.

All in all, this one sharpens your consciousness so that you can be sure of your earlier senses again.

Don't listen to the surrounding sounds, your vision remains comical.

Controlling to the state to fight the five senses, the surrounding lag still came, as there had been earlier.

Against this feeling, the movement of the opponent is left behind.

(Ha, I knew... I knew it)

I spill joy in my heart as I look at my gripped right hand.

Eventually, my body shivered naturally because I learned of the fact that I was free to control that feeling.

I didn't know I was going to get this kind of technology.

You can't always seem to use it, but unless it's a good deal, you'll make it after the opponent moves.

Originally, the power was up here. There is also a handful that the left hand is not fully usable, but with this power I can cover it enough.

Place your right foot forward and your left foot back, similarly in front of your eyes.

Swing a wooden knife at your forehead to match your opponent's thrust.

At the moment of strike and crossing, the opponent's thrust is pushed by the belly of the wooden knife to deviate outward.

Momentum as it was, I smacked my little hand.

"Whew!?

Young dojo students are shocked unexpectedly and let go of their wooden swords.

The original fine sword has a knuckle guard, which would make it difficult to hit effectively in the dojo, but it would be obvious if the sword were removed in this way.

First, the first one.

"Why!? Why!?"

"I guess it's because they beat everything down!

"But also hit the poke..."

"Take a good look at the other sword! You fool!

After the exchange, the young dojo students peek.

"If you have time to stare at them, keep practicing poking! - Next time!"

After the youth yells, the next person comes forward.

Next time, he's a young dojo, just like he was earlier.

(Parado...... Repost...... Coodroa...... Penetration (Fresh))

The flickering thrust that rolled out to the lid flies sideways.

This one is more aggressive than his opponents earlier.

Always under pressure, trying to overwhelm this one.

During the meeting, the opponent retracted his opponent's foot while stuffing the intermission, pulling the wooden sword downward.

(Eh, branch leaf sting (leaf stub))

Fine swordsmanship, a skewering of the head from the mandible.

It's hard to take because the tip of the sword extends from bottom to top.

Step back a few steps as he stretches his jaw to oppose the cut that hits him from the bottom.

Again, the offense is strong.

"This, move a little... the featherworm or you!

…………

"Why don't you say something!

…………

A wind that blows anywhere in the bad language. As I hadn't even noticed, when I deliberately missed my gaze, the face of the dojo student turned bright red.

"Damn, you fool...!

Dojo students will be packing their time soon.

Now I think I'm going to capture the wooden sword to seal this motion.

Sword forward, as you shake it up from the lower section.

The grip comes forward with a top, a tip down, and a wooden sword as a shield.

If you take this the way you think over there, you'll be pushed through with force.

It can also change into a downward spike in the foot aim if you try to get away.

Then move right forward.

And in those moments of whether or not to take it and antagonize it, he flipped a wooden knife without taking the other sword and stepped in to pull it out diagonally forward to the left.

When I take it with my sword, I make it look like it, and I send it to hit it.

Because they just thought this one would take it, or they lost sight of their goal.

This one put his sword up on his neck on the wrong clap.

"What? Huh?

Dojo students are baffled and turn to the youth immediately.

"Yes, now."

"What are you talking about? I don't care where you come from, you lose!

"Ugh..."

When the young man yelled at him, the dojo dropped his shoulder.

At the same time, the dojo shudders.

That's two wins in a row.

Besides, I guess the surprise is strong because this one is an unfamiliar sword technique to use.

from the perimeter as well,

"Is it something you can switch movements like that..."

The sword's spinning.

I hear voices like that.

That's just too much spinning, but I can also understand that it looks that way.

Because they don't put unnecessary force in their hands, they are free to take the wooden knife.

If the left were more free, I could do it even quicker, but that's just what it is.

"- Next!"

Is your opponent cautious next time?

I won't be packing up any time soon.

From the way we fought earlier, I guess it's because I've been watching carefully how we get this one in between.

I'll try to distance myself from this one, but I still don't try to get close to inadvertently.

Then, once he jumps big, he runs into his opponent.

You can also say that's a lightning orbit.

The opponent is confused at first sight not being able to judge from which side to attack.

Shortly afterwards, he switched to a straight run - jumping over his opponent's head.

From their opponents, they would have suddenly appeared to have disappeared from the present.

As soon as it overlaps directly above, on the surface - he puts a sword down on his forehead.

"Yikes!?

The opponent was unable to react to a sword attack from directly above and was struck in the forehead and nodded on the spot.

This is also a craftsmanship that you cannot do without your current physical abilities.

"Such an idiot..."

"What's that move?"

A leader youth creates wavy wrinkles between his brows, roughing up his voice.

"What are you doing! You're still a fine swordsman!

"Shh, excuse me!

"Yeah no, next!

Now they're awkward opponents.

He's already atrophied because he watched previous battles, or before he was present.

Where did the prestige go before it began?

If this is easy to give, then set a goal on the tip of the sword inadvertently put out, tangle and twist the cutting edge in, and play directly beside it.

"Huh? - Whew!?

The opponent didn't let go of the sword, but still creates a gap.

After I played it to the side, I stepped forward and cut it under my armpit with a blade to return.

The surrounding area also looks like the tongue is wrapped around it. "Clever," "He's pretty good at it," "I've never seen a sword move like that," and there's a lot of voices like that.

Again, compared to Noah and Crave, he hasn't had sword moves yet.

Most recently, they are fighting dusseia and black leopard rides, and the heavy pressures they have received from Balg Gruba are still vivid. I really feel a few steps further down than my body remembers the killing intentions and movements I took then.

In the first place, I'm not moving any better than the mercenaries at the Marquis Mansion.

That may mean these people, those who have not yet experienced much in action.

Except for the youths who are leaders, their age is not so far apart.

I guess I just said those who learned the art of fine swordsmanship and started to be able to use it.

"Next! Next! Just step forward!

Young people's voices get even rougher.

The next time the opponent is a swordsman a little taller than himself.

Compared to their counterparts in this way, power is quite something like that.

After a bit of defense.

Fits in with a punch like a puncture and strikes in to rub it up. At the moment of crossing, the opponent's wooden sword was sidelined, as it had been when the dojo student earlier, while his own sword was sucked into the opponent's forehead and went.

"Guh!?

The dojo student raised his voice and put on his butt cake.

The blurring becomes stronger than earlier.

- If it hit me the same way, why do I just decide on the other move?

- You should fall back in fear of your normal opponent's sword.

- It's the Devil's Sword. It can't be such a sword.

I hear voices like that.

What else? This sword consciously crosses, but I don't mean that over there. Therefore, even if the vector on this tip is facing the front, if the belly and belly of the sword overlap, it will be bounced by the swelling.

If you're watching, the swords cross within a quick stream, and the swords seem to deviate from effective hitting on their own. If this sword doesn't understand the logic of art, the amateur doesn't know what he's doing at first glance. That's why you're confused and say things like demon swords.

"Damn, this guy is always impudent! I'll do it!

A young man of leadership comes forward because all those who were complaining were defeated.

Unmuscled, tight body that is wasted.

The sight is sharp and I can't look at any afterthoughts such as insults.

I can tell face-to-face.

Compared to this man, to those he had been dealing with earlier, one or two steps have the strength above them.

It would mean you have the strength to just keep some of the dojo students together.

The building is also a part of the hall.

I guess I'm constantly training. There is no bias of the center of gravity due to deviation of the trunk and no extra force in it.

I can't help but say it's beautiful.

Against such an arrangement, this one also takes precedence.

The field of view is not set in one place, large and wide, switching to see the whole thing.

Pull your right foot forward and pull the more strength out of your arm.

The grip has to vary depending on the sword and how you slash it, so which one can't be right, but here I grip it to make a ring with my index finger middle finger and thumb.

Dragon mouth in your hand.

Arms extended and sides tightened.

The structure is slightly deformed from the front eye.

Consider the back length with the opponent, with the tip of the sword slightly elevated. Place slightly lower than high waves.

In the meantime, his opponent is frightened.

I sweat on my forehead and see stiffness in my expression.

I remember. This is the kind of tension you see when you're relative to the National Magic Instructors, the Powerful, etc. Maybe that means I've had a lot of prestige in my previous battles.

A dojo student who changed with a young man and changed the referee gives a signal.

"Ha!"

"Because!"

Pair swords with youth, one in, two in.

So the impression I had was - good, you know.

The sword strike is just as neat as the erection, and the sword flashes are straight and beautiful.

Besides, I don't feel bad about it.

Everyone who had fought so far had raised some emotions, but this young man calmed down.

It was as if it was such a bluff, such as a fierce hike on the losing opponent or a rough voice.

No, it is possible that this was still a lie, not 'like'.

Concentrate on the person in front of you now, thinking you need to be sure later.

It is naturally a difficult opponent to award because it eliminates unnecessary attacks and boldness than it has not accumulated bad feelings.

If you put your foot forward trying to punch in, the other side falls back.

I shake my sword by the way, but I don't come aboard the invitation.

I move my cutting-edge into a provocative mood over there, but naturally I can't get on with it either.

We spend a lot of time with each other switching positions and shaft feet.

... I want to take this to the flow of aligning sword strikes with sword strikes, as I did earlier, but I can't breathe.

To get that sword out, by its very nature, you really have to wait for the other person's fruitful sword.

If you match the feint, you lose. You can't use the other sword unless you know exactly what it is.

Easy for an understated opponent, but with the same power or more, it's hard to fit even with that concentration.

Together, when it was about to become a reading in my hand.

- That's funny.

"Huh...!

I unconsciously bite my teeth into the voices I hear.

Someone's voice whose voice is mine, but not mine.

That sees a stalled situation and whispers some hands.

Listen to this - no, if you lean, if you win, you won't be the one who won this battle.

I'm sure he wants to play.

I'm sure he'd like to enjoy it.

I'm sure he wants to try it.

Not now.

My sword is honest. It is not my sword that immediately tries to run to the evil sword.

Strange contents come out of your mouth before that.

Before that temptation makes my heart numb.

"- Oh, shoot!

Distracted to shake off the playfulness of whispering, he attached his left hand to the wooden knife peak.

Even with no force in your left hand, it will support you. It's easier than gripping normally.

He said he was shrugging away his attacking thrust and overpowering his opponent's sword.

Eventually, the slaughter is dropped, aiming at the head.

He took it so that he could put a wooden knife up, and immediately turned the wooden knife clockwise and dropped the wooden sword to the right, knocking down the wooden knife and releasing the thrust.

"Knock..."

From the mouth of a young man, a harsh voice is heard.

It hit me, but - shallow. The fine swordsman made a deep mistake and was successfully twisted against the thrust. That's a good response.

Naturally, Dojo students who have joined the referee don't count either.

Attach your left hand to the peak again.

... It's a lot to take only slow motion. If I had more freedom, I could take it around quickly... but now I just have to spoil it for this toothpick.

Cut to the other side.

Now it's like having a billiard cue or spear.

Hit the poke if you turn to attack, taking a counterstone that supports your opponent's attack with both hands.

Because the left is not feeling well, it is undeniable that the shape is the only one.

Still, it'll be hard to do over there. In any martial arts, the battle against other genres is terrible. You have to be more cautious than you don't know what moves your opponent is going to make. Besides, this one has taken various moves from earlier that do not bind to one stream, so it has to fit in each time.

He stepped in his right foot, tilted the wooden knife and poked it with his patterned ass as he flushed the young man's thrust to his left.

"Gu......"

The counter goes into the chest, but it is obvious because it is the part equipped with protective equipment, but the count is not taken. They won't take it, but the damage is in there. From the top of the protective gear, but a hard slap on the chest pushed the air out of his lungs, only for a moment, but his consciousness was flying.

He swirls at the same time as he jumps away with a patterned ass punched recoil, breaking his knee and shrinking himself, swinging the wooden knife horizontally as he twirls and turns with a backward kicking procedure.

"Ha!"

Youth react quickly to it. I lowered myself back and dodged this.

… is it time to get used to the movement of putting your hands on the peak?

Aim for of the axial foot with golf swing guidelines.

But this pulled his leg and was turned away.

This hand moves slowly because there is no force on the left, the puller.

I want to wield a wooden knife more rampantly.

I keep trying to cut into the reverse, but now this one's about to get a cut through my leg.

He jumped up and backed off in a hurry.

As your opponent pokes at you, this one goes on offense.

Lift the pattern close to overhead, knocking the cutting tip diagonally behind your body.

It strikes the pattern as a fulcrum and circles with a cut tip.

Instead of shaking your arms wide, use centrifugal force to cut them off.

The young man who tried to poke him stepped on and turned to receive a quick offense without being able to match the timing.

After the wooden knife strikes the wooden sword, it is repeatedly struck with sword instructions.

Because it is a small gesture of clearance, the opponent cannot turn to an attack and cannot release the sword from the spot.

After typing in many times, the youth eventually collapsed.

"Gu..."

Aim for that gap, and crush the torso.

It's settled.

"... my loss"

The young man in leadership admitted to losing lightly.

He immediately draws his sword, and he regains his will.

An opponent whose victory or defeat will change if you overlap the game with one or two. Nevertheless, it is clean.

After all, as I just felt, there must be something.

It was when I thought about that.

"It's a chicken!

Suddenly, such a voice goes up.

"That's right! Fucking crazy sword moves!

"If he hadn't even used such a weird sword, we wouldn't have lost!

The young guys who just lost started saying that to each other.

Can't you lose and fit in?

If that's all, I'm still glad...

"That's right! I'm not convinced!

"How come he doesn't use fine swordsmanship!

"If it's the same sword move, you can't lose!

It was an outfield until earlier, part of it that was turning to the sights, raised its voice in the same way.

(Dude...)

Well, if that happens, we won't have a choice.

Only about twelve children defeated one dojo after another.

I don't know what it's like not to believe you. But I don't, and I know what it's like to want to say it's an evil sword.

While swordswallowing signs increase.

More and more people are raising their voices.

In these sports clubs, Fumiko is important.

If rumors spread that you have been unilaterally defeated by other genres, that alone will strike you.

To avoid it, I wanted to break a dojo and stop beating it.

That would be an act I often see in epochs dealing with swordsmanship and such.

(Me, I'm still a lady here (Charlotte) customer.)

At first, the aim was to make him speak up.

With all that accumulating defeat, all the excitement and calmly unable to think about things... and so on.

Together, the slaughter is stronger than earlier.

As it is, we can leave it to the momentum to strike.

There have been some pretty dangerous signs - but there are as many ways to cut through here as there are.

Just because it's a dojo of swordsmanship, there's no law that you have to cut through it with a sword.

This is the Magic Instructor. A magician in the first place is the right way to use magic.

Bad for Charlotte, but more than this has happened, there will be no other way to escape.

My left arm hasn't healed, but then I can't even see the injury.

As I ask you to make arrangements with Charlotte another time.

Apologizing in my heart to the irrelevant dojo students.

"- Play it. Run. Big snore on the wake-up trumpet. Dog barking, golden cuts, fourth-class, fifth-class musicians. The anger of the baby's uncle Ecstasy. All the noisy things twist and punch, the ear-busting chavon's...... '

Dojo students get bitter and stiff because of the sudden start of chanting.

Apparently he didn't expect to use magic, so he began to get a slight look at it uniformly.

I'd say it's rust coming out of me at all.

"Ma, wait! Wait a minute!

A young man with a defeated leadership waits as if in a hurry.

But when this happens, it's called a later festival.

The chant came to an end, at which point (Kiwa).

- That's it.

I can hear you, calm down, powerful voice.

Interrupting the chant, he who spoke, looked to the entrance to the kendo yard, where a young man with light brown hair stood.

I don't wear practice clothes, I wear tailored clothes worn by nobles.

Neither are the ornaments worn by the lower nobles.

The dojo students who saw him stretched their spines uniformly and gave a hurried look.

The "Dear Ian" voice spilled pounding.

Ian - Ian Clemeria. Charlotte's real brother.

Next door, if you look closely, is Charlotte with protective gear.

Earlier words, they weren't just directed at me - they weren't the only ones.

Ian says as he steps inside the dojo, looking around at the dojo students as they are.

"Not at all... aren't you ashamed to surround younger children than yourselves"

"Oh, that's..."

"What's that? Is that for any reason?

"'Cause this kid got an inch..."

"Hmm, really?

"I don't mean that in particular"

Turning his neck and asking Ian back, he sighed loudly.

And turn a narrower eye to the dojo students who made the paperwork.

"Damn...... so what are you guys going to do if you get out on the battlefield and they use your hands you don't know? Are you going to die complaining about your enemies being stingy, like you are now? You didn't teach him that way, did you?

When Ian said so, the dojo students silenced in a quiet manner.

Words are soft, but there is unspeakable pressure.

"I'm sorry. I let you hang out with this."

"Ha..."

While this one was having trouble responding, Charlotte bowed her head.

"Mr. Arcs, I'm sorry this happened"

"Dear Charlotte, please raise your head. I've had quite an interesting experience too."

"Thank you. That would make me feel better too"

While Charlotte gives a relieved look, Ian asks.

"And what about the magic you just tried to use?

"Uh... yes. It was going to hit me, so I thought I'd let them all faint and run away."

"Hmm, can you do that..."

"Brother. Arcs, you are such a magical user that His Royal Highness Prince Wang acknowledges you. I don't think so."

"Is it that you destroyed the Imperial Army's Demon Commander unit? If you got out poorly, you might have seen it like Imperial Soldiers."

When Ian said that, the dojo students showed a slight face.

With that, I bow my head to Ian first.

"Dear Ian. It's the first time I've seen you. My name is Arcs Laceft."

"I know about you. It's Ian Clemeria. It's an honor to meet you like this."

When he says so, he offers his right hand to ask for a handshake.

"And it's long overdue, but thank you for my sister. I appreciate it."

"No. I was selflessly obsessed then too..."

When he reluctantly shook his hand back, Ian smiled, saying, "Okay."

That's right.

"Since when have you seen it?

"You were over there when you started fighting."

Pointing it out, Ian said so without any evil, pointing to the small window.

Again. Too good a time to get into the stop. I can only assume I was watching.

And then Charlotte gives me a peeled look.

"Brother, you knew from the beginning, but you didn't stop?

"Huh?"

"You know they're thinking something. It wasn't a help, but it was meant to be from me."

Was it?

"I stopped it too..."

The way you couldn't hear me.

Is that the order of my brother…… the next Lord, to be withdrawn?

With that said, I noticed that a young man with a leadership status was out of the circle.

So, I pin it.

"After all, so are you"

"Did you notice? Ian told me to stop when I had to. I didn't think I'd even say" chicken "with that one. Besides, I was in a hurry to start casting spells too."

The young man said so, scratching his head like he was in trouble.

Which means he was a setup at the scene.

I guess you're stepping on it that I should direct you rather than suppress you poorly.

Then Ian turns a rugged face to the youth.

"If you don't stop me, I'm in trouble."

"I'm sorry. Don't expect anyone else to cross."

But there is a side to it that doesn't fall.

"How did you put it in this shape?

"Arcs, I want to see what you do."

"If the story is true, it won't matter. Muzz, if that's the case, you just have to put it in a stop, like you just did. Besides, it's gonna be a good pill for them too."

He goes on to say, "Of course, though I can set my moxibustion apart from him," and releases a force at the young people who were complaining. Hardness was there, unimaginable from a calm and soft attitude.

This would be the credential for that trace headed by the Sect of Fine Swordsmanship, No, Eastern Military.

An earlier youth turned to the dojo students who seemed to be plotting, "Even if you're not at the dojo!" "There's a top up there!" "Don't get on with it just because you've improved a bit!," he yells.

No spectacle after this. You must be waiting.

At the same time I feel sorry for you, I feel a little good, etc.

Even so.

"You've always appreciated my arm."

"I'm an eastern person, but I'm going to know the strength of Black Leopard Riding. If you could take that down with a sword move, you wouldn't be a young dojo student."

Say it that way, make me smile.

... this young man named Ian Clemeria. He's probably a grinning, 'I'll use whatever's available' type of person. Besides, I bring a decent drop, so as for this one, I really get mocked.

I guess Charlotte also knows her brother's character like that. I feel very sorry for you from earlier.

But here's what I think.

"Well, isn't this nice in the first place?

"It's okay, Mr. Melted Iron gave me permission. When I suggested it, they told me to keep doing it."

"Oh-ooh-ooh."

What gets spit out of my mouth is a grudge verse against Crave.

As always, it is intolerable when training is involved.

"I guess that's all Lady Melted Iron trusts in your sword. I'm guessing that's about as good as a prep exercise."

I guess. When you're auditioning with Crave, it's more intense and relentless.

It would be heaven in comparison to that, such as standing in this way.

But in the mood,

"I'm not convinced of anything..."

"Hehe, then we'll be free to go in and out of the dojo. You can wave your sword here as you please. [M] Of course it doesn't have to be fine swordsmanship. You'll be free to see Charles, and I hope you'll forgive me for what I did today."

"... ok"

Granting me free access to the dojo is quite a thing.

This would be a boat over the road because it was also a time to think about what to do with the place of training.

"- Is that warm on the body?

"Huh?"

To Charlotte's sudden words, I raise my barbaric voice.

"Oh? I thought you promised to make arrangements?

"That's... yes"

"Then let's get started. I was nagging because I wanted to try and match my sword."

Apparently, I was inspired by what I saw earlier in my standings.

The lady seems more concerned than she thought.

"If this is all you've defeated, you don't have to be shy."

I want you to cut me some slack, etc., but I wouldn't go for that airborne either.

I was going to do fine swordsmanship, but if they see me holding a wooden knife (this), I can't change my price now.