Face any mighty enemy in front of you without ever pulling back.
Believe in your strength and push forward.
A warrior of noble, inseparable kindness.
That was what I thought of as a brave man.
It was supposed to be him - Karon's the title he deserved.
Unlike a knight whose dexterity is handled like mine, he is because he is the strongest and best knight in Miarak, with a beautiful sword technique combined with audacity and delicacy and exceptional command.
The title that was supposed to be given to him like that has been given to me.
The admiration of a brave man only weighed heavily on me.
I understood very well myself that it was a story I couldn't help but talk about.
Even though Karon, who boasts one of Miarak's finest strengths, wakes up to the power of the dragon, runs wild, and in a situation where no one can touch him, someone other than Karon has to be the backbone of Miarak's heart.
Besides, I was chosen as his next candidate.
I've been chosen just to be clever. - That's all we're talking about.
Now there's a boy standing in front of me.
A messenger from the kingdom of Ringle, Usat.
Relative to me without a weapon or anything, he looked like an ordinary boy, as always everywhere.
When I first saw him, I was on the verge of being stabbed to a stop by Caron. At that time, it was me who warned him to flee immediately, not only the perception of a boy who had been involved in the battle, but the perception of him quickly changed.
He beat Caron with his fist with his flesh.
Beating up a caron with dragon power, how unusual that is, I know best. A big man would still have been convinced, but I was stunned and frightened that a boy younger than myself had done it.
He's not what you think he is.
That was the word Falga told me after Usato and the others returned from yesterday's conversation with Lady Falga.
I had no choice but to hold my mouth to his words.
'If you don't understand the meaning of my words, fight them. As a cut away from your strays, he'll be no more than someone else. But don't bother. A masterpiece that knocked down my half, even though my opponent was weakened. It's not strange to get your consciousness pruned with a moment of alarm'
Fight Usat.
What does he think he's fighting for?
What does he put in that fist?
I wanted to know that, I have consolidated my determination to fight him, and I stand on this occasion now.
"Mr. Leona. Let me check the rules, are you sure?"
"Huh? Oh."
He nodded back to me at the words of Lord Ark.
When he nods in my response, he stands about halfway between me and Usat.
"Basically the weapon uses a blade pulled. Magic can also be used. It is desirable to fight for real, but please don't just get hurt badly. Lord Usato is particularly indifferent to injuries."
"Uh, okay."
"Admitted"
"Then I'll give the signal. If you decide it's dangerous, we'll stop it, so make sure you can get both sides in the way."
That's what I said, Lord Alc, off the spot.
Are you serious?
I've never fought a healing wizard before, but I never thought I'd be more nervous with just a pair of hands. His fists are powerful enough for consciousness to fly in one blow if an ordinary person eats them. Moreover, considering that it releases with incredible agility, it would be obvious that it is not an opponent who can fight off guard.
But...
"It's not like I can't handle it"
I immediately noticed watching him move nearby, albeit temporarily.
what he lacks, and the brittle parts that can also be called weaknesses.
Perhaps that would be difficult to explain with your mouth. That's not to make up for overnight, because it's what you wear after training and action.
"Well, thank you. Mr. Leona."
"Oh, welcome"
After a gratuity to this one, Usat put up his fist and pulled his leg half a step back.
I also repay him, grabbing the wooden sword with both hands and standing horizontally in the form of a cut to him.
"Bye -"
Lord Alk's voice echoes the quiet training ground.
Without alarm, Usato's eyes watching this one turn to something sharp.
From a normal boy to a fighter, to his temper, I can also put my strength into both hands holding the pattern.
The training ground where the air gradually strained, Lord Alk, who once alternated between us, slowly put his hands up...
"- Begin!!"
- I waved it down vigorously as it was.
Moments ago, in front of my eyes when I tried to come to battle, Usat was already waving his fist up.
"Huh!"
I've been packing my time in one breath!?
The overwhelming rate of initial initiation, his extraordinary reflex nerves made his spine cold.
"But!"
I could have expected this to happen in a way.
Avoid it by walking out diagonally to slip through the fists that are pushing forward to wear my torso precisely.
"Oh, before!?"
"There!"
I can't afford to be waving a wooden sword up against him, overwhelmingly outnumbered by reflex nerves.
I fall ill with my wooden sword standing, hitting his shoulder against his body emptying my fist. A startling look on Usat's face narrowed to the point of exhalation.
I thrust Usat in momentum and roll out a spike at him about to fall to the side.
"Ugh...!? Ahbu, nah!?"
"Still avoid it"
But the disfigured thrust is also avoided by him, who tilts his body sideways in a staggering manner.
It's hard to capture him with a normal attack...... then we just have to use magic.
He switches his sword from both hands to his right hand, conceals his left hand behind his back so that he cannot see it, and waves the wooden sword of his right hand towards him.
He plays my sword with his fist and tries to dive into his nostalgia again, but at the same time throws under his feet the magic of the ice system that he produces hidden behind his back.
"Huh!? When?!?"
His movements are finally stopped by landing bullets and cementing his feet with ice.
As I poked at that momentary gap, I shook the wooden sword up the upper section down on him. Now you decide, I'll swing it down with that in mind -,
"To this extent oh!!"
"Huh!? You pulled your legs off every ground!?"
Surprisingly, Usato pulled out his legs on every ground sewn with ice, dodging my wooden sword on the verge of hitting it and taking distance from me in a backward rotating form.
"Phew... I knew Mr. Leo was strong..."
"That's this dialogue. If you were bad, you'd be losing first hand."
Amazing physical abilities and reflex nerves.
His prowess, seen up close, ran out of awesome words. Besides, his powers are not readily available, they were acquired at the end of a blood seeping training.
"... no body, no body."
Nature and I squealed so much.
Usat's way of fighting is close to that of an amateur.
Attack close and avoid when an attack strikes. It's easy for me to tell you how to fight without feeling skilled.
Even when dodging my attack, his movements are a little too daunting.
With enough motion vision and reflex nerves to play the sword with his fist, he should be able to avoid it with only minimal movement, even if he doesn't move that far.
"And..."
His fist is the least of them.
The attack, which was left to his physical abilities, is certainly immensely powerful, but not all of that power can be caged in the fist.
His legs are cluttered up in his arms, and his powers have escaped without concentrating on his fists because of his disturbed posture during the attack.
So it's a horrible story that a coarse knight is just powerful enough to sink, but you can't defeat Karon with such a gaping behavior and fist.
……
The worst possibility I can imagine.
It's about knocking in a deadly counterattack at a time no more than this, after the opponent he fights against sees his weakness as I do.
Karon, who is currently losing his reason, is no exception.
If he loses reason, there is no zero chance that he will use the insight, technology, to fight before he loses reason.
"Mr. Leona?"
"... oh, let's do the rest"
Now let's keep up the good work with him.
Generate multiple Magic Bullets on your left hand and see Usat.
"My liver is cold in the melee with you. Let me take a little distance."
"Then I will only approach you, willingly."
Usato, with the same structure as earlier, with a fist.
I wield the magic bullet on my left hand and fix it to float in the universe in front of me. Magic bullets immobilized in the universe change shape intact and turn into ice daggers.
"Crush the blade, but it hurts when you hit it!"
At the same time as it falls back, five ice daggers shoot out for Usat.
A major feature of the magic of ice is its advantageous application.
It can also be fired out as a magic bullet that freezes the opponent, or generated and fired out as a dagger shape as it is now.
"Can magic do this...!"
Release a dagger of ice shot out, followed by Usat, who leaped to the side and avoided it.
Usat moves fast, but is easy to read.
We'll let him limit his escape by releasing a dagger first where he'll pop up while changing places to keep us away from this one...!
"Still doesn't hit me...... really awesome!"
"I avoid this one, so I'm desperate, ever!"
Usat, who dropped a dagger with a knife that he couldn't dodge in time, rushes into this one with fierce momentum.
Horribly, he's approaching as he knocks off all the looming ice daggers.
"All at once!"
"You can't possibly not expect me to come like that!!"
Moment after moment, Usat's right arm freezes when he seemed to have tapped off his dagger.
"Daggers aren't the only thing I fly!"
Weaving a magic bullet inside a dagger that shoots out countless times poked a void in his interception action.
I'm sorry, but let me put you in ice custody in this gap.
"Kuh, shit... hmm? No, I can go!!"
But Usat went beyond my expectations.
He looked at both hands hardened by ice for a moment, but immediately turned to me and ran back to me with his frozen right arm.
"Become!?"
Instead of stopping, he builds momentum toward him, flaunting him, but then releasing a dagger and a magic bullet - but he moves on this way as if he doesn't even care that the ice covering his hands with a magic bullet is getting bigger, preventing it with his frozen right arm.
"Oh, eh!? I can't predict that on a boulder!? Instead, are you still on your way?!?"
It's supposed to be stiffened in a way that covers the tip from the elbow, but he's about to hit me with a boom and arms swinging it around without even a thing.
I've decided I can't stop him with any more magic bullets. I lay down my sword and intercept him.
"Humph!"
Take a fist covered in protruding ice, with a wooden sword belly.
"Gu...!"
He manages to flush his fists back as he flaunts his face with a wooden sword that makes a crisp noise.
His hand was paralyzed by a mere moment of impact, but already in front of him he stood right in the stash with his unfrozen left fist.
"Let's go, Mr. Leona!"
"Huh!"
Instead of beating him, he feels an unpleasant feeling in his setup as if he were going to roll out his back fist, but this one also rolls out a spike full of strength with his paralyzed hands.
But at this moment, I realize his gaze is focused on the protruding wooden sword, not mine.
"Let me break it!"
"Become..."
Shaken off, his left fist smashed the central part of the wooden sword that had become brittle with an exact blow earlier.
I leak my amazement at the moves made by the spirit who is not afraid of moving vision and swords.
"Now -"
"No, it's not over yet! Usato!!"
I'm no easier opponent than losing my will to fight with as many weapons as I've lost.
Throw an instantly broken wooden sword in front of him and step into his pocket to dive in.
Taking his eyes only for a moment by the wooden sword thrown in front of him, he hastily played the wooden sword with his left arm.
"There!"
On its left arm, hit the magic bullet and sew the torso and left arm with ice.
restraints that would be solved in an instant - but that would be enough gaps for me!!
"Cold!?... let it!"
Avoid by lowering your right arm protruded in misery.
Put your hand on your right arm without stopping the momentum to move forward, and at the same time pay your foot.
"If you overlap the confusion, no matter how much you...!"
Stiffen your right arm into a hug with both arms, slap him to the ground, and hold your back down with your body.
Usat is completely consolidated with each right arm and pushed to the ground so that he cannot move. He leaked a surprising amount of voice at the moves he was called upon to make.
"Or joint technique!?"
"I don't know about Kansetswaza, but this is one of those interpersonal fights I use when I lose my sword"
"Oh really..."
Saying so with pleasure on Usat's back, he replies casually, slightly reddening his cheeks.
Was it a little too hard?
But with more strength, his shoulders could fall off, so you have to be patient.
"It's good to have managed to hold you back... But I couldn't stop you..."
If I made one mistake, it was me who was falling to the ground.
Back to back with a tone disguised as calm, I was desperately calming my sooner heartbeat.
His moves with the wooden sword snapped.
Perhaps he should be able to do the same thing with an iron sword. Otherwise, you can't roll out your moves with certainty.
"No, it's not over yet."
"... eh?"
I uttered a frightened voice at Usat's words being held under me.
... Usat is still trying to go on in this situation? Normally you wouldn't think of continuing in this situation, but he's still burning his fighting spirit.
"If I'm serious, I can't lose this much either, Mr. Alk hasn't stopped me, and the battle continues."
"Hey, wait a minute, if you keep this up, your shoulder bones will come off!?"
"I'm so used to my shoulders coming off, so"
Usat, who remained restrained, crushed the ice on his left arm and placed his hand on the ground.
I had my cheeks drawn to him as he woke up a little bit without putting it on his expression, although there should be a tremendous pain running on my stiffening shoulder.
That's when I remembered Lady Farga's words.
"You will win the game. But if you fight, you will surely lose. '
I got a win in the game at the time I suppressed him.
But this isn't a game or anything, it's a battle he and I really fight for. Even if we suppress him with technology, the battle will continue if he has the power to do something about this situation.
"... eh"
Your right arm, which shouldn't be powerless, goes back in front.
He is not only physically capable and reflex nerves. What was truly terrifying was the strong mental strength that could withstand any pain.
"Hmm!"
Standing up to about his mid waist, he wields the right arm I'm holding down.
Having decided that no more restraints were possible, I give up and take my hand off my right arm and jump back from him. Usat, who made sure he was doing well as he turned his free right arm, smiled and fisted, which could also be taken violently.
"Come on, let's go on"
The grin was enough to remind me of the grin that was being floated by a woman called Rose, who was reflected yesterday by Lady Farga's magic.