Common Sense of a Warrior

You returned to me in the voice of judgment, and suddenly Donald rises up.

"This is some kind of mistake! Yes... I was just doing my best. Fight again and I will win."

There was an atmosphere of relief and harmony from the knights in his appearance.

On the other hand, the members of the National Army laughed at him like that.

"... I see. Then try it again."

The voice of the father who said so was cold and full of intimidation.

"Don't think there 'll be a next time."

That's what they say out of the blue, and everyone in training here was aware of your father's sincerity.

That's what your father taught you.

Don't think there will be a next.

Because in battle, there is only one way to die or win.

It's foolish to train a battle like you'd expect next.

Don't be paranoid that you will never lose, etc.

Always fear death.

And always, be prepared to die as your own.

Yes, because your father always preaches.

Without realizing the sincerity of such a father, Donalty picked up his sword.

I also strain my nerves to be able to react to the voice of the referee at any time.

... and.

"Begin!"

At the same time the voice of the referee sounded, now it moved from me.

Move your whole body into consciousness so that you poke at the other person's void.

"... eh"

I felt like I heard Donalty squeaking from afar.

But I don't care.

Is the expression not coming into consciousness more accurate?

As if covered by thick walls, my consciousness was isolated from the outside world.

Just keep an eye on the movement of the opponent you identified as your enemy.

While the opponent is stunned, swing the sword from bottom to top and fly the enemy's sword.

Then he waved his sword down straight from top to bottom, placing his sword on the enemy's neck.

It was as if it had been decided beforehand, as if it had been ordained... that, in battle.

Everyone was taken aback by that battle for just a few seconds.

"... winner, Mel"

In it, the voice of a harsh referee sounds.

Everyone seems to have returned to me in that voice.

Moments, sound returns to the world at once.

There is cheer from the face of the National Army.

And there's a voice of confusion from the knights.

Each of them felt like they were both pushing over in such a big wave that it was difficult to follow A and B.

I don't really think so.

I don't want to lose anymore, the next time I let him win, he said he beat his past breathtaking opponents...

Instead, faintly I think of earlier games, at the end of which I mention reflections on my movements, such as' I should have moved this way 'and' Oh, that wasn't a bad move either '.

"... Huh! Again......"

Bow, if you think about that all the time, at some point Donald, who seems to have returned to me just as much as he did around me, will summon you as you stand up.

An atmosphere that was in tune with it rose from those of the Knights, and the air flowed from those of the National Army who disputed it.

It's called "one-touch instant."

However, your father opened his mouth to block Donaty's words.

"Again, etc., and don't speak lightly. Torn in the battlefield. During death, does the Lord say the same thing?

For a moment he lost his words to the words of pale inquiry.

"It's..."

"Don't be complacent that you're a strong man.... there is no such thing as a strong man on the battlefield. The one who wins, because that's the strong one."

At some point the noise was quiet back to your father's words.

"Training is not training. If you get used to being alarmed, and even your allies are exposed to crisis because of that alarm, you can't even see it. In the first place, a person's body is brittle. When it comes to training, you say that accidents are tough… you don't get to do anything in a mindset that says mildly that you have the next thing, and you're the source of the accident."

To the words that went on, Donalty leaned down.

"… repeat, but do not speak lightly again, etc. You won't beat me to that no matter how many times you do it in the Lord today. Chill your head."

He never uttered any more words to the words of his father as he thrust them with a piss.

The National Army cited words of joy similar to cheer.

And from a knight, it's like fighting it, words too.

Was he irritated or seriously angry at the uninterrupted, flickering air... rather, it would be the latter... there was a similar intimidation from your father that killed him.

"Donalty isn't the only one! Everybody, relax!

One drink... to that cry, everyone shuts their mouth again.

"What the hell are you guys training for?... Don't insult me, don't be satisfied! Be greedy! Humble! When you forget these, your lords are no different than the Gorotsuki there! There, birth and origin have nothing to do with anything there. Your lords are learning the art of killing people... and it is only then that you will be asked to discipline yourselves more than anyone else. And on top of that, keep polishing your martial arts. I'm glad that going to battlefield without respect from anyone and because I don't think I can count on anyone is an isolated and helpless battle! Remember, everyone in this room is equally and always in the position of death and neighbourhood! If you still want to go that way... don't rely on words! Show it to yourself!... That's it, keep talking."

No one moved for a while to the words of your father, who blasted as much as a thunder.

I just stare at your father flashly.

Eventually, fearfully, the referee announced the next battle.

In that way, the training begins again.

But even more than earlier, the pinned and strained air.

Everyone had a serious look on their face as they rolled their fighting spirit.

There, the knights and the national army have nothing to do with it.

That's how the training went on.