Boukensha ni Naritai to Miyako ni Deteitta Musume ga S Rank ni Natteta

When I heard the sharpening of my sword, I always felt that my back seemed to stretch. But I don't hate it. I felt that my senses became sharper as the sword became sharper.

Bergryf's sword was bought at Orphen. I've been using it for more than 25 years now, but it's thick and heavy, with no pieces of rust, and it doesn't seem to be declining yet. Although it is thinner by the sharpening, it is more than practical enough and will not break so much. Rather, it seems that the sharpening technique of the owner has improved, and the sharpness has increased year by year. However, compared to active adventurers, there are fewer opportunities to fight monsters, and if you say that there is less opportunity to wear swords, that may be the case.

Slide the blade on a well-absorbed whetstone. Strangely, it feels like it's no less sharp than before. It is possible that the sword itself has become coated, since it has become possible to cast magic power onto the sword. But still sharpening is like talking to a sword. Being careful not to change the angle of the whetstone, Bergliff politely sharpened the sword, then applied the melted beeswax and wiped off with a dry cloth.

"... Yeah.

The sword shines with a dull light. Angelin, who had been watching by her side, picked up her sword.

"I also sharpen ..." "Hmm? Oh, good."

As Bergriff left the space, Angelin drew his sword and dripped the blade with water. A good sword. Sharp with a thin blade, but still strong. Berggryph was pleased that he taught him to choose the best possible because it was a life-saving product.

Angelin sharpened his sword, but his blade was beautiful with no noticeable dirt or spills. It doesn't look like a sword whose primary purpose is to fight against monsters. Of course, they are not neglected, but they do not lose much of the blade. Probably the sensitivity with the sword was high, and it seemed that the condition was good so as not to apply excessive load on the blade.

Angelin had learned to handle magic sensuously, but after visiting Graham on his return home and teaching him how to meditate and respond, his sharpness seemed to be further refined. Belgriff renewed his daughter's talent and shuddered, wondering what would happen if he could develop any further.

Angelin, who had finished sharpening himself, polished the blade with beeswax in the same way as a Bergliff, narrowed his eyes, looked at the tip of the blade, and then presented it to the Bergliff.

"How ...?" "Oh, I'm sharpened well. I'm good."

Angelin laughed at her and stretched her sword in a sheath. Then he crumpled the back of a crouching Berggryf's hair from behind.

"It's been a long time since we've been together ..."

Unusually, he had paid off except for his father and daughter. Graham, now a village nursery, took Mitto, Casim taught young people magic, Charlotte and Bjach taught together, and Miriam and Anessa together. Recently, Anessa also teaches bows because it is useful for hunting.

I was working in the garden. A carpenter is hammering a new house with a shingle over it. Bergliff washed the whetstones, threw away the water in the crate, and cleaned them up. Angelin shook to pull out the freshly sharpened sword again to make sure. Then put it back on the sheath and look at Bergriff.

"I want to move a little ... against the opponent."

Bergliff lightly relaxed and faced Angelin. Hold the sword with the sheath. Angelin, by Graham's professor, appears to be much more sensitive to the sword than when he was facing forward, and is visibly full of sword. I thought I grew up a bit, but when I stood in front of this girl, who showed her talent to go further, I always felt that I had no big deal.

He catches the first shot of Angelin, who has come close enough to slip. The moment the swords joined, the whole body trembled, as if the taut thread vibrated. It's not just a sword. Angelin's response to the sword immediately vibrated the magic in his body.

Berglyf opened his eyes to the surprise, but immediately released the impact to the ground from the sole of the foot that stepped behind. Then he pushes forward with the recoil. Angelin jumped at a distance without difficulty. However, for a short while, he kicked the ground upon landing and pushed forward again, waving his sword sideways. Bergliff manages to get it. However, it is heavy enough to hold the handle with both hands.

I put my strength on my feet. Step on the right prosthesis and fly. Then I set it on the top and shook it down.

"--T! No!"

Angelin thought she had prevented it with a sword as if to parry, and slipped sideways and turned suddenly and counterattacked. Bergliff immediately raised his right foot. The prosthesis received the sword. The whole body vibrates violently. He instantly hit Angelin's head, which had stopped moving.

"Nyaa!"

Angelin held down her head and squatted down. Berglyph breathed large, gripping and opening the palms of his trembling little hands. Although it was not a serious meeting, he won well.

“… I ’m sorry” “Um ……”

Angelin with tears jumped into his chest.

"I'm serious again ..." "It was bad and bad ..."

Berggriff smiled and stroked his head. Angelin inflated her cheeks and stared at the Bergryph, looking up. Angelin doesn't seem to be able to do anything to Bergriff yet. He loses power unconsciously with his father. The final weapon for Angelin seems to be still alive.

Angelin picks up a large braid that is squatting and disturbed.

"... re-knit" "Oh, hair ... yes yes"

They entered the house. In front of the fireplace, Angelin sits with his back to Bergliffe, who sits behind and braids his long black hair, disturbed in a mock battle, into a large braid. Angeline immediately mood and moved his feet humming.

"Hmmmm ... hey, do you want to braid my dad too?" "No, my dad is good ..." "Em, it looks good ... but it's the same. No, isn't it?" ...... It's different from your beautiful hair. "

There is a soft weight in the hand, though it is dry. Angelin's hair is so beautiful that even a sparse Bergglyph is beautiful. Angelin moaned disgruntledly, but said nothing more. Then open your mouth as you suddenly remember.

"Dad, I was already responding to the prosthesis ..." "mu"

I was excited. That's true. Although I didn't consciously, my right foot, which was supposed to be a wooden stick, felt like a real foot. And the intense sensation of immediately catching Angelin's sword. That is no different from a sword. Angelin turned her head back and looked upside down at Bergliff.

"Grandpa, my dad said he was good at magical powers ..." "Hah, right?" "I ... Because my dad originally handled prostheses, he unknowingly responded to something other than his body I think it's expensive. "" ... Yeah, maybe. "

The vague question of whether a prosthetic leg could move in this way was quietly unknowingly in the corner of my heart. No matter how rehabilitating and rigorously trained, Bergryf's prostheses are sticks and have no ankles or toes. Originally, it should not be possible to reproduce the fine movements of the human body.

However, when I came to realize the sensitivity of the magic with the sword, I felt like I could understand the mystery. Angelin probably felt it. In other words, the prosthesis and the body responded through magic, as if responding to the sword, and regained the genuine feeling. The Bergliff himself was unconscious, but his rehabilitation and discipline, like obsession, unknowingly increased his response to the prosthesis and him. The fact that Graham's professor's manipulation of magic later swallowed it smoothly was largely due to such a foundation.

Berglyph smiled and tied the end of Angelin's hair with a ribbon, somewhat ironic.

"Okay, done!"

Angelin satisfactorily pinched and stroked the braid.

"Hey ... yes, go over there!" "Well, what is it?"

Berglyph, turned back as he was told, felt that his hair had been untied. Angelin's thin fingers comb, divide and knit the red hair. It's originally long but hasn't been cut for a while, so it's stretched a lot and is long enough to knit. Bergliff laughed in trouble.

"Dad doesn't suit you ..." "Good!"

Angelin braided Bergriff's hair humming, and Bergriff was eventually left. I thought I couldn't beat my daughter.

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Glanced a little ahead, Charlotte moved his hand slightly, and a small fire lit up where he would have seen. The young people who were watching in the distant curls cheers. It seemed that he had lost his concentration, Charlotte breathed out and relaxed, and the fire lit out and went out. Kassim laughs and strokes his beard.

"Like, it's much better." "Is it true?" Charlotte squeezed and opened his hand, seemingly unrealistic. "Meditate a lot ... but that's just that small fire."

Seeing Charlotte with a disgruntled face, Casim laughed and pounded his head.

"You're going to be so unfaithful. You have a lot of magical power, so it's important to be able to control it properly. If you're bad, you'll blow away the whole house." "I wonder if it's that kind of thing ... "However, it was okay to put in magic, but ..." "Ah, what is the Demon King's crystal? That's a kind of thing that can be managed by casting a key chanting with magic. In particular, if you put all your magic into a similar magic tool, it will probably break. Isn't it because you put too much magic into swallowing you? "

Charlotte shook, recalling the feeling of the swollen jewelry wrapping his arms. Certainly, at that time, I was blinded by anger and madness, and I felt like I poured all my magic into my ring. Kasim put on his bowler hat again.

"Well, Oira and Graham's Ji-chan taught me together, so don't worry.

Charlotte smiled, holding a large straw hat with both hands. Miriam, who was watching by the side, looks interesting.

"It's amazing. If you can control it as it is, you may be able to use it as a great magic." "It can be used. Well, it is best to not be impatient now." Meow"

Miriam muttered and looked at her fingertip.

Byak, on the other hand, was facing Graham a short distance away. The strong wind seemed to be raging, and there were a number of scratches on the ground. But it is only beside them. It seemed that the transparent three-dimensional magic circle of Bjark was revolving with tremendous momentum. However, the opposing Graham does not move one eyebrow, just a little movement and does not hit at all. Byak's face was slightly distressed and distorted. The tip of the white hair is dyed slightly black. Graham reached out.

"Stop it"

Soon the wind subsided. It seems that the three-dimensional magic circle has disappeared. At the same time, Bjach struck his knees and breathed heavily with his shoulders. The hair quickly returned to white.

"... shit" "Not bad. I've got a lot."

Graham did not smile, but struck Bijak's shoulder with a gentle, careing hand. Mito rushed from a group of young children who were looking away and pulled the hem of the juniper.

"Biyakun ..." "Oh, oh ..."

Byak frowned slightly and his mouth was muffled. Byak seemed to be a little weak with Mito. It seems that Mito himself is caught in the head rather than a demon king, and he is still alert. However, Mito was fond of Bakku, so he seemed to be struggling to deal with it.

There, Anessa, who was practicing bow and arrow outside the village, came with a few young people. Miriam raised her hand, "Oh!"

"Oh, how are you doing?" "Not bad. Some people do light hunting, and they seem to have learned the basics of using the body from Bell." Niki: The ceremony education method is working. Tornera is terrifying.

Anessa laughed and carried the bow again. The young people who were practicing seemed glad to be praised, and scratched their heads a little shy.

A wagon came from behind, making a rattling sound. Apparently a peddler. The children rushed to the cart with excitement. The hawker who pulled the horse laughed astonished.

"Wait, wait, I'll spread my luggage soon."

Then take it to one corner of the square and unload and spread your luggage. A young adventurer with three, apparently hired by an escort, is also helping.

"Oh, peddling. An-chan, what did you bring?"

As Casim approached, stroking his beard, the peddler unleashed and laughed.

"There are a lot of sea fish. You won't get much in this area." Refrigerated magic "That's right, but it's okay?

Open a wooden box or sealed jar and show inside. The wooden box contained fish that had been opened and dried, and the jar contained salty, strange things that could fit on a palm. Kassim frowned at the nose.

"How big is it, but what is it? Isn't it rotten?" "What are you talking about, this is salted fish eggs. What can you try?"

Kasim struggled with his head and thought, but shrugged as if he had given up.

"Stop it. It's better to leave it to the bell." "It's delicious.

The peddler rang his horn in his hand, laughing mischievously. It is a signal of peddling. Children are flocking to the toys lined on the bedding, and escort adventurers are rushing to stop them. The young people who participated in the training, Miriam and Charlotte in Anessa are also finding out what they have.

"Are you familiar with the fish, Shal?" "Yeah, uncle, is this Elbren's fish?" "Oh, that's right, young lady." Your eyes are high! "

Graham and Qasim stood side by side, watching the thriving stalls in the distance.

"Yeah, this is a peddling. It's not irritating here." "Kassim," "What?" "How do you see Mito?" "... I think she's a good girl. "Yes," "I see ..." "I'm worried, Ji-chan." There is a possibility that the whole area will be turned into a dungeon, if it can be released in such a time, "Hmm .... How can I do it. I'm thinking of teaching you how to control your child ... but your body has grown up, but the inside is still the same as a child. "

Kasim put on his mountain hat again, laughing in trouble. Graham looks down.

"... Either way, you'll be helping me. I'll ask you at that time." "It's watery, it's natural, not only Oila, but also Bells and Angers. You shouldn't be holding it in, Ji-chan. Oira, I suffered a lot. "

Graham responded with a small smile to Casim, who laughed.

"Oh, if you rumor"

Berggryph and Angelin came from the other side. He heard the peddler's horn.

"Oh, it's still a peddling. I hope something that can be used for dinner."

Angelin is sniffing his nose. Seeing the approaching Bergliff, Kasim erupted.

"Ahahaha! What a bell, it's getting cute!" "Hmm? No, no, well ..."

Bergliff pinched his braided hair with a troubled face. There is even a ribbon on the end. Angeline laughed at her.

"Matching. How is it?" "It looks good. Hey, it's a fun parent and child."

With an unusually rotten look at Bergryph, Kassim laughed with extra stomach. The focus quickly shifted, and the plaza was filled with other liveliness.