Common Sense of a Warrior

... and then, two days.

Nothing special, we arrived safely at the Marquis Anderson house.

Well, it's rarer to be attacked by bandits, so it's obvious.

I reported it to your father and for some reason he laughed.

From the training the day after I left, I decided to join as Mel.

Because Anna and Enaline no longer need to know and take into account Mel's existence.

Incidentally, the fact that Mel and Merlis are the same person for those two and the escort crew is a hard stop.

"... Anna, the steps are weak. Then it's easy to fight back."

"Ha! Sorry!

I don't know what to say instead, but they asked me to coach them during the training.

Even for me, supporting the two dreams didn't feel false, so I'm comfortable with it.

That's why we're fighting in a mock game format right now.

"Again, please"

Enaline stepped out in front of Anna and set up her sword.

Its challenging gaze makes it more fun to stick with.

Naturally, my mouth angle rose.

Enaline waves her sword.

... Yeah, good move.

No reluctance, no nothing, no stray sword muscle to take the opponent's life.

After her experience in action, her sword muscles changed.

Not to dominate the opponent, but to a sword to accurately kill the opponent.

When confronted with an enemy, it is much harder to capture them alive than to kill them.

Unless there is a difference in number of people or power.

... In a half-way battle, one's own life, of course, puts one's own people and even those to protect at risk.

I guess that's why she chose. You must have decided to be ready.

Prepare to kill them. And be prepared to be killed yourself.

While accepting the sword, I was also accepting her strength of readiness and will.

"Good move"

To my word, but Enaline will not loosen her hand in the attack.

"...... but the attack is one pattern. This will make your enemies aware of their movements early. Like this."

As Enaline moved, she played the sword.

The sword she had dances through the universe easily.

In the meantime, I pointed a cut of my sword at the front of her face.

"... I'm here"

At the same time as that word, I draw my sword.

"That's it for today. Both of you, make sure you reconsider the shortcomings of your movements yourself later"

That being said quickly, Mr. Kreutz approached me laughing with pleasure.

"Mel, that sounds like a lot of fun."

"... I think Mr. Kreutz seems to have more fun?

"Yikes. I was just caught by you."

Even if they say that in such a voice that they are likely to sing a nose song, it lacks any persuasion at all.

That said, I didn't argue any further because it is true that I enjoyed mentoring them.

"Are you two having so much fun coaching?

"Yeah.... because it's been a long time. Those of you who are serious about me."

"Come on, then. It's like we're not serious about you."

"No, I don't think so. I know you're serious about me, too, Mr. Kreutz. … as training."

"They're seriously coming to kill you?

Suddenly, Mr. Kreutz has a swordswallowing light in his eyes.

If I affirm, just say I won't condone it.

"I won't say that.... but what should I describe it as... I guess I'm a rival perception to them? I never want to lose, that's what I feel like. They're still scratching to snap my legs if there's a gap, understanding that their power hasn't reached me yet. To that evidence, they make sure that what they coached is their thing the next time. I also feel compelled by such a greed and seriousness for victory"

To the words, Mr. Kreutz sighs as he leaks a bitter laugh.

"I'll enjoy that. You're probably too.... you feel it, you're not getting caught off guard?

"No, Mr. Kreutz. I'll talk about it if you don't feel it."

To my words, Mr. Kreutz was deepening his bitter laughter.

"... it's a sensation, Mr. Mel"

Hyocholy and one man emerge from behind Mr. Kreutz like that.

I do have a name......

"Mr. Abel."

"Mel's awareness of martial arts is amazing. Why don't you give me some guidance, too?

"Thank you for your excessive words. But give guidance to the incumbent……. If you're a trained person, let me."

Drawing lines is important.

I have coached and coached in training before, but only 'meshed'.

Meaning in me that I was just advising someone in training.

... If it is instruction, it is already an act of transgression.

Making such a grand thing feel like applying mud to the instructor's face draws attention to boulders.

"That's good. Now, please."

With that said, Mr. Abel laid down his sword.

At the same time, Mr. Kreutz and Anna and Enarine, who were nearby until earlier, leave our side.

For a moment, I exhale as I meditate my eyes.

The noise in my ear drove me to the other side.

I just concentrated so much, I open my eyes.

And I set up a sword.

"... Regards"

Yes, the moment I put it into words, Mr. Abel was showing up in front of me and waving his sword.

... Fast.

I keep my distance behind me as I recieve it.

"... it's a boulder, Mr. Mel"

That's what I said to him, I attack him in return.

For a moment he was delayed in responding, but he was responding immediately to my sword trident.

Deeper and sharper... in such a way, my consciousness concentrates on the other person and my movements, then on the cutting edge of the sword.

... At the same time, joy was rising from the depths of nature and heart.

What's next?

Next, how do I respond to that?

Whenever the reward of one sword at a time unfolded, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with his movements from time to time.

But that's not long before it's over.

My sword played his sword and danced to the universe.

"... I'm here"

At that moment he raises his hands and declares.

"Thank you"

I also lowered my head as I put my sword away.

"You're a boulder, Mr. Mel.... didn't stand any teeth"

"Be modest. I've been chilling all my life."

"Will you continue to be my opponent?

"Yeah, of course. Instead, it's mine."

We laugh at each other.

... the discomfort I was feeling when I was fighting.

It's as if you're looking through the shape of an unfamiliar sword...... such a dull reaction during mundane times.

Perhaps he's not completely exposed to his own hands.

… but what does that mean?

Anyway, I'm in the same hole.

In a regular mock match, you're not really giving it all... because it would break your opponent.

Including that, I haven't had such a fun mock game in a long time.

Even if he was out of hand, enough to think a mock match with him would be beneficial.

"... Now, hurry. Can we have another fight?

He asks me as he picks up the sword that was falling.

Of course.

I also responded to that with a smile.

That's how we kept waving our swords even.

... It is true that the pleasant time passes in no time, and the decree of the end of the training was taken at some point in time.

"You're really amazing. Mel, there's no sooner than you can reward your opponent for that."

At the moment of dissolution, faces of the National Army gather around Mr. Abel.

"No...... would it be more correct to say that I had her pulled up? It wasn't originally a serious game, it was a mock game I asked for advice. If she's serious, I don't have one."

In contrast, Mr. Abel was responding with a bitter laugh.

"Mel's not serious."

While I hear such an exchange, I often admire the fact that my mouth spins that far.

"Good day, Mr. Mel"

I was thinking about that, and Anna and Enaline showed up at my place.

"Good day, both of you. I'm going back to the mansion, but if you two want to continue training, so be it. I'll tell the lady."

"… Now let me sweeten your words"

That's how I put the two of them down and went back to the mansion alone.