Common Sense of a Warrior

... Apparently, a separate task force was following me properly.

After listening to the noise outside for a while, apparently a customer came to me as well.

The man who took me away appears, both the noise of the doors cluttering open.

The man came indoors as he panicked, but stopped his legs with the sword I had in my eyes.

"Ma'am, what the hell is that all about?

"Hi, I'm going to use it."

"A lady with a sword? Should we stop this? I brushed my arm halfway through, and I just get hurt."

"Why don't you make sure you're halfway there?

That's what I say, while I ram into a man.

A man waved his sword reflexively.

... slow.

Slightly off the body and avoiding it, he cut it straight up from the bottom to the top.

The man falls in, without even groaning.

... Dead?

Before I could confirm, I stabbed my sword in the steeple of a fallen man.

Damage it, don't let it move.

I'm the only one here.... and later, kids who can't fight.

At all, I want to reduce the risk.

Lifting and swinging the sword, the red blood that was telling the cutting tip dripped off.

Stand by near the door immediately.

Then for a while, the next two men came.

He sounded a doozy and footsteps and approached me.

Before you come fully into the room, get into the nostalgia and be alone first.

The other man slashed his buddy while he was cut and surprised, keeping that momentum of the move ahead.

Dothali Dothali and the men fall.

I stabbed the men who lay low just like the first and then moved it around a bit.

When more than one person comes in at the same time, it's hard for me to fight the boulders alone.

No, to be precise, it's hard for me to protect everyone by myself.

Because it's a large room inside, that's why.

If they move separately, they really delay dealing with it.

But if you're at the door, your enemies will be hardened to enter the room.

I don't have a hand in not using it.

The noise coming in from his ear was gradually getting louder.

Apparently, a separate unit is approaching.

When I was thinking about that, I felt signs of someone approaching my room again.

Again, the two of us.

Same procedure as earlier, slashing and tearing the first.

And I just tried to wave my sword at the second one as it was...... but I am. Pushing on his leg for a moment, he jumped back.

Slightly enemy cuttings follow me and my clothes tear.

The enemy, with his sword, smiled for a moment... but laughed.

"I thought I slaughtered you... how come the lady's got a good idea inside"

"Yeah, like that."

I looked at the man, sweating cold.

... strong. That's also out of step with the three men earlier.

Even if you observe it this way, you will never see a gap that looks like a gap.

First, a man moved.

Respond to it one at a time, with a quick and accurate tongue strike on the sword muscle.

Cancuncan, the sound of a sword meeting with.

Slightly slack the center of gravity. At that moment, a man waves his sword predicting my next move.

I distanced myself a little while I put it away.

... why?

When you say that strong enemies are unfavourable in this setting, you are happy to have yourself.

What makes you even think of this moment when your life is at stake as fun?

"Dude, what a temper..."

The words of a man groaning like a shudder do not reach my ears.

... don't miss the slightest gap.

... predict the future from the enemy's movements.

That's what I whisper in me.

The next moment, I fleshed out on a man.

The man responds to my movements and waves his sword from top to bottom.

Instead, he waved his sword to further attack.

Though the sword was avoided, the man's system collapsed slightly.

Don't miss that moment.

Wave your sword as you step in.

With a definite response, the red splashed.

That's how a man falls.

"... it would have been dangerous if two more people had come at the same time as you."

Assuming that was the case, it would have been difficult to protect those kids.

When I stab a fallen man in the stomach, I breathe.

From the side belly, where the sword was scratched, there was slight blood.

I can't rest though, I concentrate on feeling the signs.

I felt the bumpy footsteps approaching the room again.

And through the door, they come in.

… it was a familiar face of the National Army.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mel! Are you all right?

"Yeah, somehow. … does this place mean it was subdued?

"Yes. Thanks to Mel, I could have fought casually. Thanks!"

"Good for you then.... Can you help me get rid of the array now?

When I said that and pointed to Fort Simple, for a moment he and the faces around him looked at it as if surprised, but eventually helped me clean it up with a bitter laugh.

Rolling on the floor at the same time leaning on the edge to keep those I laid my hands on from showing in their eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the National Army is here to help. Are you all right?

Before everyone else in the National Army, I said as I came out.

Given the kidnapping, the same sex and the fact that I told you earlier, I thought it would be better if I left.

To my inquiry...... no, she looked like Sharia was about to cry when she saw me.

"We'll be fine. Because you protected me. More than that, your injury..."

"You'll be fine this time."

Oh, my God, I don't know... but I can't help but laugh at that fact that you were worried about me.

"Really, thank you. Because you protected us... I am, we are safe. I can't thank you enough."

That said, she approaches me.

"No, it will get dirty"

I controlled her that move, remembering that I was bloody myself.

But when she shook her head to the side, she hugged me.

"... how can you hate the mud you've worn for us? Thank you so much."

Her words and actions overflowed with tears from both eyes of mine for some reason.

"... Ladies and gentlemen, it's time..."

As hard as I can tell, one of the National Army speaks to everyone.

Softly, Sharia went away.

... Then they were protected by the National Army and dropped off to go home safely.