Dream Life

March 30th.

A simulated battle was to be waged with the suddenly appearing Humane Horse (Centaur) tribe.

Now I know there's no hostility, but I'm still not sure why I have to do a mock fight with them.

But my father was perfectly motivated and gave brief lessons to his squire and vigilantes.

"It's my first fight. I'm not telling you to win. But I want you to get something. We may not be fighting cavalry ahead, but it can be enough for Durahan to show up like he did last year. You might assume to fight a big, thrusting demon...... Rod, Zach, anything to add"

To the words, my brother, as motivated as my father, nods small.

"The way infantry fights cavalry is how to stop the opponent from advancing. Normally we make defenses and intercept them, but one-on-one it's also irresistible... don't let the opponent's movements fool you! You just have to keep an eye on the movement and deal with it calmly!... Aiming for the legs of the horse is the most effective way, but pay close attention to the hooves of the horse! That's it!"

Sometimes he was just leading a platoon in the Northern Governor's Office army, which is precise advice. It's my turn but I don't have much to say.

"I don't have much to say from me, but just be sure to protect my head. I'll cure you if you don't die instantly. Drop your weapon as soon as you think you can't move. Their weight is five hundred kg (kilograms) is crap. Just being trampled with a hoof with a hoof can cause fatal injury. Never forget that."

Everyone is nodding with a serious look.

"So, shall we begin?" proclaims Pisano Sorrell, chief of the Humane Horse Clan.

"This one is ready, too," my father replies, leaving Theo, Serra, Rosalee, Angie and Elena in front.

"You won't be dealing with these people. These are the youngest, but still the best warriors."

"Don't worry. Because the experience gained from fighting is more important than winning or losing," my father replies. And without waiting for Pisano's words, he ordered him to move.

"Individually, scatter in the right place! When you're ready, raise your weapon. We'll start the rendezvous when everyone's ready!

If it's a mock battle of the Lockhart stream, there's no signal, but this time it's because we need to set up a battlefield so it won't be a riot. Rosalie, in particular, was riding and could move around violently.

Each scattered about fifty meters apart, about ten meters apart and relative. Everyone put up their right hand weapon.

"Begin!" he moved simultaneously on Father's signal.

The Humane Horse Warriors thrust with their spears out as they shook up their big front legs.

from the Lockhart family side to its brave and beautiful figure. "Ooh!" "The sentimental voice rises.

At the next moment, four people, except Rosalie, jump to the side. They were letting loose slaughter at their legs while dodging their first blow.

The attack itself, though ineffective, nevertheless raises a surprise on the part of the Humane Horse clan that it never lost a single blow.

"I didn't know even kids would show so much movement... that's just something to hear rumors about"

Even further afield in the battle of the four, Rosalie was fighting.

Her opponent looks like a female warrior. He has a tight, beautiful horse body that is slightly smaller and sarabred-like than any other warrior.

Those two female warriors showed sharp advances and crossed in an instant.

The Humane Horse Warrior spears sharply, but Rosalie steps the horse aside magnificently, turning the blow in a critical manner.

He waved down his sword toward a further rolled out spear.

The hard sound of Kang sounds from afar, but Rosalie's arm force prevented her from breaking the spear, and the two horsemen took a distance once.

Turn direction at the same time about twenty meters away, again relative.

At the next moment, he ran out at the same time as if he had breathed together, instantly different.

Rosalie went down with the sound of Don. I can't spear it, I think I've plundered my shoulder.

The Humane Horse Warrior looks back about twenty meters and confirms that the Rosary cannot stand up.

And raised his right-hand spear loudly as if to boast victory toward us.

But the battle wasn't over yet.

Rosalie had not let go of her sword, although she had fallen horses. It's just that you hit him in the head or he stays on his back.

A few seconds later, when he regained consciousness or shook his head gently, he stuck the wooden sword to the ground and stood up. And we go all the way to the enemy with our backs turned.

My buddy speared at Rosalie trying to tell him, but the Humane Horse Warrior, sure of the victory, didn't realize it.

You noticed in Rosalie's footsteps just before, turn your neck and look behind you. However, the sword has already reached the distance it reaches, and it will be heavily struck around the waist as it is.

Fatal if serious, but protected by leather armor, it wasn't a great deal of damage. For this reason, the Humane Horse Warrior turns his horse body in an attempt to turn his spear.

"Rocca! Your losing! Admit your defeat!" The anger of Pisano echoes.

Did you hear that word, a woman warrior of the Humanity called Rocca throws down to slap the spear.

"Brilliant!," Pisano praises, "but Rosalie pokes her knee disappointingly after seeing the victory.

My brother, who saw it, ran right out and headed under her.

Theo and his four fights were over in the meantime.

It was all a triumph on the part of the Humans, and Sera, who hated losing, was looking up into the sky and crying as she held her arm down.

"You still couldn't do it," Mel tells Beatrice in a sober tone.

"You'll do well. All four of them are too weak to deal with the Humans. Still, all that stickiness, it's good to say I fought hard."

All four have no major injuries about bruising, and Liddy hangs the healing magic to make them fully heal.

Serra in tears is blasting her remorse.

"Oh, regret it! I thought I could do something about it!

Theo is also nodding at his sister's words.

"I'm glad I got to the point of attacking my leg, but I didn't realize I had to aim from the blind spot... I should be able to do better next time..."

It's good to be upbeat, but it leaks a bitter laugh that I was willing to win.

Rosalie, held by her brother, is back.

"Didn't you hit your head, sister-in-law?" He shook his head (wearing it).

"I just hit my back and stuck my breath. But I regret it. If they weren't alarmed, they would have lost completely."

Rosalee, who was Miss Borderline, was also part of the Brain Muscle (Battle Junkie) at some point. Ahead, I thought it had nothing to do with the hope that Uncle Borderline would not see this figure and graduate.

Just in case, he put healing magic on his head and the first round ended.

"I didn't think I'd do it this far. Let me apologize for my earlier disrespect" and Pisano bows his head.

"This is the one who made my kids have a good experience. But this is where it comes from. I'm seriously going to win next time."

That's what I say and laugh at you.

WWII succeeds in winning two battles with a squire and five vigilantes.

The Humane Horse side is twenty years old. I can't hide my surprise that the young vigilantes there crossed in grandeur.

I am over level thirty when it comes to being young and have a lot of experience in action. I guess it wouldn't have been so hard to find a winning chance if I hadn't been flirted with by the horse's movements, because I'm used to seeing my grandfather and Walt's tough attacks, even on an equal level.

Dan and Sims competed in the third round.

I learned about the Rockhart family's strength in World War I and World War II, and I could see prudence in the movements of the Humane Horse Warriors.

Suddenly nothing like storming away, cleverly taking sidesteps and peeking at opportunities.

Although Dan fought well with only a short single-handed sword in the range, he was defeated by an attack with a long spear before finding the thread to fight back.

Regrettably, he said, "It's a little different than the horse moves. I think we should be vigilant not to be poked at the connotation," he said calmly analyzing the enemy.

Sims made a victory with just one blow by being good at riding fights.

The way he fought, but it was a lavish thing to throw away the shield just before it was wrong and slap the bastard sword with both hands.

Besides, I was after the spear from the start, and I timed it to the sticking out spear and smashed it. He also didn't think his opponent would be targeted for a weapon, and after he broke his spear, he stopped unexpectedly, where he ended up with a wooden sword poked at Sims.

In addition to Sims, the third round was won by Luke, a squire swordsman, and Ricky, a magician, who now rebounded to six wins and nine losses.

There were five of us for the rest, but in the end there would be four of us in the fourth round in order to keep only one pair.

It's my father, my brother, Mel, and me. Everyone is a user over level 45, but I have little experience fighting cavalry except my brother, and I can't say that minutes are good.

I'm not going to use offensive magic myself, but I'm still anxious to see how far I can go with demon fighting.

My brother rode his beloved horse and gently left with his opponent's human horse warrior.

"Good luck!" Mel calls out to me and walks toward the other warrior.

I respond to it by raising my sword, too, and turn to my opponent.

My opponent was a warrior with the largest body in the Sorel tribe.

The body is unusual, and the pitch-black part is like a large horse. It feels like I've been watching, but even the height of the horse, that is, the height of the back part, exceeds two meters, to the height of the head, more than three meters.

His upper body is also a Byron coarse giant, gently wielding about three meters of spear with just one hand. I'm about ten meters away, but that intimidation is considerable.

(It's like the horse of a late century champion. So don't get fatally injured if you get hoofed, even with a helmet. And I'm anxious to get a sword in my upper body...)

With that in mind, I heard a signal of initiation.

The other warrior waits, without coming to storm.

"I'll stop here and do it. Call me," he said, distorting his mouth. I don't really see the expression on my helmet, but I'm probably ridiculed.

I decided to ride that provocation. Even so, I'm not going to leave it to anger to penetrate.

"Okay, let me go here"

That's how I scream and go in. Demon fighting has already taken place all over the body, but it's not an explosive rampage, it's an assault at a common sense rate.

The Horse Warrior lifts his spear and greets me. I also stand with my hands to stick out the tip of my sword, making it look as if I was going to intercept it.

He stepped forward with a Humane Horse Warrior rolling out a spear about half way there.

(I've been waiting for this moment!

That's what I scream in my heart.

Ignore the rolled out spear and jump with maximum leg strength.

Its height is about five meters.

At the same time as the jump, release your right hand from the sword and throw the training kunai-shaped throwing sword against your face, which was worn on your belt.

Was my move unexpected, the Human Horse Warrior said, "What!" and shelter his face with a small round shield that he wears on his left arm, surprisingly. He predicted my orbit even further, rolling out spears that he quickly pulled back just to look.

This is an assumed move, too.

Assuming that raising the shield blocks your vision, bend the orbit forcefully with the magic of the breeze, avoiding that spear with a single piece of paper.

He then exploited the momentum of the fall and shook his sword sharply down the center of his opponent's horse body.

A similar groan leaks to the scream "Grr!".

Leather armor is also worn on the horse body part, but the impact of the wooden sword, waved down by the momentum of the fall and the force raised at the bottom by the demon fighting technique, also seemed effective on the warrior of the giant body.

From landing directly next to your opponent, you predict that the next attack will come, cutting dragonflies and taking a distance.

Humane Horse Warriors look around left and right as if they didn't know what happened or look for my place.

He tried to stick out a spear when he found me.

"Gius, you lose!" Pisano's voice echoed, and the Humane Horse Warrior, known as Gius, threw down his spear.

"What did you do," I've heard in a heavy, fat voice.

"It's a little songwriting. I don't think it's gonna work from now on."

Say to my words, "There's no next on the battlefield..."

"I let you have a good experience," he said, picking up the spear and going back to his people.

Out of the blue, I'm surprised you're a gentleman.

(For what it looks like to have an impact, I really have a savage image... the Humans have the heart of a samurai (though)...)

With that in mind, we head to where Beatrice is waiting.

"That's still an unscrupulous move," he laughs.

"It's your first kill, you are. I feel sorry for the big warrior over there."

I seem to have settled for the best, and the battle continued in the meantime.

My father is flirting with the quick movements of skinny warriors, but he still looks at opportunities to fight back.

Conversely, Mel was ravishing a spear rolled out by a big warrior with his grandfather's conceded sword. If my predictions are correct, she's aiming to break the spear. The Humane Warrior also seemed to realize that he had used the feint many times and even an attack using the hoof on his front leg.

My brother used to stick out his sword as if in a horse game over and over again. He doesn't show the surprise-like attacks Sims did, holding the bastard sword with one hand and manipulating the reins with his left hand, using a shield to prevent spears.

However, only the left side with the shield is misplaced, and the sword on the right hand side makes it difficult to even get it to the target, and no effective attack has been made.

"Wow, my brother," the words leaked without thinking.

"I think so, too. Few knights use all that equestrianism and swordsmanship. The Horse Warriors look confused."

As she put it, her brother's opponent, the Human Horse Clan, was trying to flirt with it by putting in feints and bizarre movements. I guess the positive offense didn't find a breakthrough.

While I was watching my brother's game, Mel said, "Yay!" and was raising the voice of victory. Her opponent, a human horse warrior, had broken his front leg and squatted, letting go of his spear.

When I asked what happened, Sim told me, "I dived into the gap where I shook up my front leg and slashed my torso from the bottom."

I can't hide my surprise in boldness when it comes to the courage to dive under a horse weighing more than five hundred kilograms.

When I looked at my father's game, I decided to slash him on the right rear leg, rolling down the meadow. I thought I'd won this, but at the same time a spear hit my defenseless father's back, and my father let go of his sword, enlightening his defeat.

My brother's battle was also at the end of the line.

The opponent was in a hurry because neither the positive attack nor the ambush worked, or started targeting the horse.

It's normal to target horses if it's a normal battlefield, but humans and nomads rarely attack horses. To be a trophy after a victory. Still, I guess targeting horses means I'm in a pretty hurry.

A spear sweeps at my brother's horse. I thought the horse would frighten me, but the excellent warhorse, the frogman, continues to follow his brother's instructions without fear at all.

Furthermore, the two fight to bump into each other, but the attack became monotonous because the Humane Horse Warrior could not find the thread.

My brother didn't miss it.

When his brother threw away the shield on his left hand, he switched from an attack he had until then had no choice but to put in a poke with his right hand to a destructive attack with both hands.

The Humane Horse Warrior is surprised by the act of dumping the shield, only a few moments, but creates a gap.

My brother's massive slaughter captured the upper body of the Humane Horse Clan. On an unstable horse, it was a slaughter unleashed while supporting the body with only an abscess, but it seemed to have sufficient destructive power. The Humane Horse Warrior runs a few steps inert and then falls down to mellow.

It was a brilliant victory.

This resulted in nine wins and ten losses. If Beatrice wins the battle of generals after this, he can put it back in five minutes.