Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

I set up the wooden knife again. I can't even reach Helen with the speed of movement and tricks. Then the only way to counter it would be weight and sharpness.

Even though Helen's speed makes up for the reach a lot, the physical reach is longer for me. Helen has a taller arm, but the length of the score is very different.

"Huh."

Poke out sharply in exhalation. If you were a burglar, you would have been incapacitated by this one punch. An archaic wooden knife is no different than a heavy wooden stick.

But unfortunately, Helen is not one of them. He is lightly struck off with a wooden sword with one hand, and he is hit with the other as he is.

I pull back the wooden knife that unleashed my thrust, whilst striking down the wooden sword that has been cut as-is. I'm ready to be flanked.

Advice, a wooden sword strikes an empty flank with tremendous speed. Even a wooden sword would have to prepare a single bottle of Avara if it hit. A blow.

Hands back. I managed to prevent you too. (i) Attacks carried out during breathing. But Helen has been able to attack twice per attack. You don't have a good minute if you keep doing this.

I was wondering if I could handle it a little bit more because I'm winning more on the physical reach, but there's ”thunder," totally wiping out the disadvantages at a rate that's not even supposed to be.

"I mean it now, you're after me."

Asking Suki, I speak to Helen. I thought it might be a little relaxing, but Helen didn't even show the fine dust or the skim.

"Eizo's the one who unleashed the nasty poke first."

And I laughed nigga. Was I the one who lit the fire? Then we have no choice.

"It's time to go on."

"Oops, nice!

Me and Helen spread out a little bit and take one deep breath at the same time. And at the same time he inhaled deeply and hit it with all his might at the next moment.

"Two tornadoes seemed to be hitting each other," Deanna said at dinner that day.

We ended up meeting for half an hour after that, and it ended when I put down the wooden knife.

Deanna's just been getting Helen's sword from time to time, and it looks like she was following me and Helen's movements there. But...

"Wow, that sucked"

"The best I could do was chase him with my eyes."

"It was hard to follow, but you had no idea what was going on."

"I didn't see much in the first place."

They are the reviews of Thermia, Anne, Liddy and Like respectively. Regardless of the vocabulary, the hunter Thermia, and possibly Anne, who has a martial arts mind, looked pretty good, unlike here, but Liddy, who lives in the woods and has eyes forged, seemed painfully visible, but Rike is utter. Sounds a little regrettable, but even Dwarves are blacksmiths...... Here's the thing. I just need you to work harder elsewhere, okay?

"Hmm, I have to work harder too"

With meat on her cheeks, Deanna said. Even if he gets too strong, he wants me to keep him on track because I'm just running out of faces to match Marius, but he's very motivated and I feel like stopping him.

When I looked at Helen, who was also eating guts and meat with a troubled face, I laughed nimmari. This guy is going to work out thoroughly......

"I think I'll give it a try too..."

"Do you remember from the way you handled knives?

"Well... you don't have to bother your parents when you say you have to."

Liddy got on to Like, who snapped with Bosoli. Oh, I see. A knife is quite a big deal. If you do get stronger with a force connotation, you'll do something in case I have one. It's very hard to stop even in that sense.

My stomach cringed out a little to the pressure of the women around me getting stronger and stronger.