Common Sense of a Warrior

The training that started there was always lighter than the training I was doing.

... These days, I've been adding my own thoughts to the menu that your father tells me about.

And when the menu of prep exercises and health enhancements is over, the bareback begins.

From top to bottom.

Every time I wave my sword, my extra emotions are shredded off, and I feel comfortable in a state where my heart is stirred.

It feels as if one core passes within you.

While I was feeling it, the bareback was over.

And one last one-on-one meeting.

Two names are called, and those two confront each other and meet their swords.

I stared to devour their movements.

I see, is there such a way of moving...... and learning.

Some of them could be reproduced on their own, while others were difficult in my physique. But since the latter can also think about how I would respond if the other person made that move, I will learn anyway.

"Next, Mel and Lada!

Being the last one, my name was finally called.

The other guy was the guy who noticed most of my existence and was confused.

Obviously, that person named Rada seems to be confused again by the fact that I'm the other person.

"Okay, here we go!

The voice of the referee and faculty man enters my ear.

But Lada doesn't start to move.

He seemed confused about what to do with me.

Live long enough, I won't show you how it works.

For that reason, it was me who moved first.

Into his nostalgia, waving his sword.

"Whoa......!

Rada circled her eyes as surprised and played my sword.

But because of that, his posture is broken.

When I used it to make him fall, I stuck my sword straight in front of me.

"... Shit, winner! Mel."

On purpose, there was noise around.

At a dismal end...... most of all he seemed surprised that I gave him a winning star.

However, I wanted to have an inner tongue.

At all, I don't feel like I fought.

Whatever, he was caught off guard.

"... Rada. Didn't I tell you? The girl said that Noon trained her. It's your bad habit. Thinking of me as an understated opponent is getting out of hand. On the battlefield... No, there is no such thing as the weak and the strong. One thing is, how do you defeat an enemy, and whoever stuck it up can be a strong man? Through that sweet habit."

"... Yes. Sorry, sir."

To your father's harsh words, Lada was falling apart.

"... Mel. You can still do this, right?

"Yes."

"Next, then. Guns, come."

In your father's words, another man came before you on Rada's behalf.

"Well then...... Guns vs. Mel. Begin!"

To the word of the referee, me and him began to move.

To see from his atmosphere, he doesn't seem alarmed.

... superior.

I laugh niggly as I receive his sharp sword muscles.

Nevertheless.

After all, it moves slowly compared to your father, and the strength transmitted from the sword is weak again.

Though they are compared to each other.

It's just fun dealing with movements and sword muscles that your father doesn't have.

After several meetings, I go into his nostalgia and play the sword.

And I stuck my sword to his neck muscle, which turned round my back.

Sin, and the neighborhood gets quiet.

No one opened his mouth and he didn't even make a single sound.

"... winner, Mel"

In the midst of that, Nanny and the faculty opened their mouths.

"Now you know how skilled Mel is.... Anyone object to this person participating in the training?

Yes, your father inquired, but he didn't speak up from anyone.

... I laugh that it was being tried.

"It would be good. That concludes for today! Whatever you want!

That said, the training is over.

Though it's over... Now, what do we do?

Honestly, I'm indigested today.

… although I have learned.

Besides, he's been fighting for the first time, except for his father and brother, and he's apparently excited.

So when I put my sword down, I ran out to move my body first.