Common Sense of a Warrior

... That's how I take lessons in penetration and manage to wear the manners of a burning blade and head to Wang Du.

At the foot, low heel shoes.

Hair was already attached and skirts were rarely worn.

It's going to be really just there to have a quiet cup of tea and keep it just to answer if anything is shaken or questioned, but more training...... I couldn't do the lesson in time.

The aristocratic manners are deep, so what do you think now?

I get rocked by a carriage while I think about that.

Haven't you been in a carriage in years?

Lately, though, I've been training to ride horses on our property.

If that was how I had thought about the lack of retention, I would have left Marquis Anderson territory at some point.

"... an idyllic landscape."

Speaking of which, you never enjoyed the view lately...... whine.

Every day I actually live without looking otherwise, thinking only about getting stronger at four or six.

I think you're possessed now.

If your mother were alive, would I have gone down a completely different path?

... maybe, yeah.

I must have graduated from your mother-in-law, not piercing...... as a true aristocratic child, she must have been fully trained by now.

Imagine such a world, I laughed.

"... duh, what's going on?

A little further from there, suddenly, the carriage was speeding up.

If I had been there before, I would have asked that in an anxious voice.

"Baaya, be quiet"

When I felt the signs of the guards' faces changed, I let them whisper.

Whatever happened, I can understand.

Because the signs of the escorts were tingling and killing me.

We don't know who they are, but there are people who are coming at us right now.

On that evidence, after asking about the situation outside for a while, I began to hear the sound of a familiar sword and sword bumping into each other from afar.

"... Bye, calm down"

Forgive me if I tremble in front of you.

... I can't even do it.

Suddenly someone will attack you, and there will be no one to fear.

Though strange, my heart was overwhelmed.

Instead, I hold my sword so I can forgive myself for being excited.

From the signs, there are many enemies.

I insisted that I was anxious if I didn't have it at hand, and I thought from the bottom of my heart it would be good to keep it close this way.

Gently open the curtain and look out the window.

While the guards were facing each other, another enemy was approaching this carriage in a straight line.

And the moment one opens the door abusively.

I reflexively pulled out the sword fastest and hunted the man's neck while its momentum remained.

Bushuri, a raw warm red erupts.

The smell of iron broke in.

Really, it was reflective.

I waved my sword, without any hesitation, as I was knocked in and the motion stained my body.

In this situation where my life was at stake, I can't afford to hesitate.

Even though it was the first battle, it was really extremely light and I was taking the other person's life.

For a moment, I look at a man with no neck.

A crude identity, unlike what our guards are wearing.

Once I measured my neck, I was a facial person I had never even seen.

... did I kill you?

That makes me nauseous from the back of my chest.

But soon I returned to me and straddled the dead man's horse.

"What's up! If you learn from General Gazelle, destroy your enemies whether you lose by number or not."

When I can live by the guards being pushed by the numbers, the guards look at me for a moment as if they were surprised.

But as soon as he looked serious, he concentrated on the person he was crossing his sword with.

I also set up a sword when I removed the hair and let it go.

Swooshly my consciousness sank to the bottom and my nerves felt sharpened.

Feel the other breath.

Read the flow and flush the void.

Find the raw one at the end of the dead line!

An instinct in the depths of consciousness speaks to me.

My body was moving just as I imagined it to feel good.

The sword that has been waved thousands or tens of thousands of times is like a part of your body.

And the trajectory continued to prune the opponent's life easily.