Dream Life

After 10: 00 on May 12th.

I was supposed to run a mock fight with Gideon Dyer, the world's most powerful mercenary, at the Mercenary Alliance training ground.

It was a sudden flow, but I haven't been able to train satisfactorily here lately, which makes me motivated.

Gideon is about the same height as me and has an orthodox style with leather protective equipment, except for a metal breastplate (Cuiras). The protective equipment I wear seems to be for training purposes, and I do not feel that it is a single item of good quality.

The wooden sword is a two-handed sword just over one hundred and twenty centimeters long and belongs to a wide range of swordbodies (blades) called claymore shapes.

"And that's an awesome piece of protective equipment. Of course, I don't know what that sword is."

Gideon praises my Black Dragon armor in a half-hearted tone.

"Yeah, it's past my gear. But I'm picking up my life because of this, so I can only thank the blacksmiths who made it"

Finish getting ready while we talk about that.

The first time I try to get out, Beatrice can hold my shoulder.

"Let me do it first."

It's unusual and exciting for her to be calm.

"I want to fight without showing my hand. This is a rare opportunity."

I'm saying that, but you're probably going to fight ahead of me to show me what they're capable of.

"I don't care either way," Gideon said, so I decided to give Beatrice the lead.

The two go slowly into the middle of the training ground.

"It's Beatrice Lockhart. I'll do my best to get you there."

That's what I say. I put the wooden spear down low and have a fierce grin.

"Call me anytime," Gideon said. The mock fight began.

Beatrice has been at full strength since the beginning, as declared.

Stuffing an intermission all at once with agility reminiscent of a tiger, he releases a sharp poke. That's also sharp enough for the spear to leave a vestige, and Serra I was watching behind said, "Wow. I've never had a sister like this before..." I couldn't help but say.

It was certainly a sharper thrust than I had ever seen before, and it seemed like an effective offense would enter Gideon waiting for him tauntingly.

But when he played the spear with his two-handed sword flat, he twisted it to rotate his body even further, launching a slash that shook him off horizontally.

That speed was such that it exceeded Beatrice's thrust that Beatrice, who had anticipated the attack, was so sharp that he could not cope.

At the next moment, Beatrice is blown aside.

I didn't understand what had happened to me.

(What happened? Beatrice should not have even been in time yet. Why does that arrive...)

In fact, we are launching an attack from a critical range of spears of just over two metres, and with a two-handed sword of just over one hundred and twenty centimeters, the tip of the sword is so critical that it should be a distance not powerful enough to blow the big girlfriend away.

I guess I stuffed the distance at once with physical surgery, but without any preliminary motion at all, I don't even know when or how I got close.

Beatrice, blown up about three meters, slowly rose.

He is beaten to the uneven ground of the training ground, with mud on his face and blood flowing from the edge of his mouth.

"Really, you're here. I didn't even know what they did. This is the difference in strength."

With that said, he laughs niggly, says, "I'll let you keep going," and turns the spear wide.

"That's Lockhart. I didn't know you would stand laughing at that blow. Then let me start here."

When I say that, I instantly pack up the intermission and emit a poke of electroluminescent fire.

Beatrice shook the spear low and aimed at Gideon's foot as he turned it upside down and dodged it with a piece of paper. But that attack is avoided by gently raising your legs.

"I didn't expect you to fight back from that attitude," Gideon laughs joyfully.

Beatrice, who regained his posture, rolls out the spear of divine speed without responding to it.

The spear cleaves the air, the sharp sound of sh, sh echoes the training ground. But the thrust didn't even plunder.

Strangely enough, it didn't look like Gideon was avoiding it in my eyes. Do my brothers think the same thing, when Theo says, "Why?," he mutters.

Gideon kept standing in the same place with a grin on his face. It seems to be shifting the axis of the body, but I can't even capture the remnants at too much speed.

"That's amazing. That Mr. Beatrice has no hands, no legs..." Mel whines without telling anyone, and Liddy replies, "Not as good as Govi."

She was right, it was a different strength in dimension than my grandfather.

Beatrice's magician level is sixty-four. It's a level that will reach third-degree mercenaries who are said to be superior. Fighting my grandfather would be a little more shapely, but this time it feels like I have no choice at all.

Beatrice herself felt it, forcefully going into battle.

After releasing the triple penetration, turn your body wide and squeeze it away with the stone blade. It's not supposed to be an attack to use with a spear, but if it's an Oigen god spear she has, it's an effective means of attack, and if it's a first glance, she should eat it.

Gideon, however, easily avoids triple penetration by simply raising his voice like he was impressed with "ho," and avoids attacks with a stone clash that can be described as even more of an ambush without difficulty by defying his body like a swayback.

It wasn't just that, it was releasing a sharp slaughter on the side of Beatrice, who had a huge gap in recoil.

Bang! sounded, Beatrice was blown up again for a few meters, stopping as she scraped the ground.

"I can't believe Sister Beatrice doesn't have any teeth at all..." Theo excuses himself. I thought the same thing.

Beatrice, who usually gets up quickly, is hard to get up. I rush closer thinking maybe I'm blowing my head off and fainting.

Gideon bowed his head with a bumpy looking face.

"I'm sorry. It got a little hot. My gut might be hit. Somebody get our healer!

A young mercenary runs out to the voice.

"Beatrice, are you okay?," but his complexion was pale and he just roared without opening his eyes.

Consider the possibility of gut damage and hang the healing magic. Continuing the image of purifying the gut while repairing it, Beatrice's complexion also improves, slowly opening her eyes.

"You didn't get any teeth at all," Beatrice mutters.

"Are you all right? If it still hurts, hang up some more healing magic."

"It's okay. But this is the first time I've ever eaten a guy who was annoyed but blown away. With so many arm differences, even Lord Gaulknote's armor won't help at all."

At the time the treatment was over, a mercenary guild healer arrived.

He's about thirty years old and he's got a calm vibe, but he says, "I'm already cured. I've heard it's a serious injury," he says, tilting his neck.

A wild woman's voice echoes from behind.

"You did it again!

There was a middle-aged woman there about the same height as Gideon, but with a good impression of her exact width.

It's a well-burned, makeup free face on the day, and I guess if you smile, it feels like a carefree aunt, but it's very compelling because you have a long sword in boneless metal armor, a large shield, and you catch an eyebrow in fury even more.

"Gee! Fran... Yes, no, the..." Gideon's behavior, which was so prestigious until earlier, goes crazy all at once.

"Is your beast lady okay? This kid's a good healer too, but I'm gonna get a better one."

Unlike the words against Gideon, I feel cared for Beatrice. However, the healer man beside him was smiling bitterly, "It won't be, Mr. Francesca".

"Thank you for your concern. Well, miss, you're not young enough to be called."

Beatrice stood up slowly saying so.

And I prayed toward Gideon,

"I thought the world was big again. I'd love to do some more, but these kids are waiting for me."

That's what I'm gonna say. Turn a blind eye to me and Mel.

"That was a good poke. Besides, I'm a beast man, and I have a solid foundation. I guess I have a good teacher. If you keep refining, you'll be able to get up in the second level without a problem."

Young mercenaries raise their voices of surprise at the words.

I don't know how they react. But I don't. Speaking of second-degree mercenaries, level eighty-one or higher. Speaking of the Lockhart family, it's just my grandfather, Govan. All those mercenaries with arms, though Fortis, should have two or thirty.

You must have been surprised that "Kensei” affirmed that he could be on the same level as those people.

"It's a corner, and I'll have it mixed up, too. Nice, you," says Francesca, staring at Gideon. Apparently, his wife.

It's an auntie of good mind, but the move is from a veteran mercenary. It makes you feel like you have a comparable arm to Beatrice.

Before Gideon answers, Francesca sees Theo and Serra by saying, "If it's you, you can't deal with this kid or lady over here".

"Oh, I'll leave you to it," Serra said. "I want Mr. Gideon to mentor me, too".

"Don't tell me, Nama. You are enough for me. Be patient until you're as good as your black brother or red-haired lady."

That's what they say, Selah swells a little, but Theo forgives her sister.

"That's right. Sister Beatrice didn't have any hands or feet. We're not even mentoring you. And Francesca seems like an amazing swordsman, and I would have asked for it."

"You look cute and you know it very well. Then call me back alone."

That's how Theo, Sella's Twins (Twins) started a mock match against Francesca.

Serra, who had peeled until just before, but the moment she laid the wooden sword, she erased the look on her face. And turn your sword at the clean mould as your grandfather guided you.

When Theo put it in the exact same way, Francesca said, "It's a good idea. Well, hang on," he says with a smile.

The next moment, they moved at the same time.

Theo jumps to the right and Serra jumps to the left. In an instant it took the form of a pinch from Francesca's left and right.

I don't know if it's because they're twins or because they train together for a long time, but they really show breathtaking movement.

Is Francesca unwilling to attack first, he just sticks out his shield against Theo on his left and lightly points his sword at Serra on his right and stays stopped?

Though the Theos were wary of the setup, they moved at the same time again if they didn't set it up.

Now the timing was the same, but the movement was completely different.

Theo lowers his posture to become the blind spot of the shield and targets his feet, and Serra sticks out her sword in a feint mood as she invites Francesca's attack to succeed.

Shortly afterwards, I saw a strange sight.

The two people who were supposed to hang up were being rolled over at the same time.

Francesca scratches Serra's sword, which she has gently unleashed as a feint, and when she snaps off her torso, she uses the momentum to slash Theo's stepped foot by making sure she paints a large circle.

I manage to understand it because I watch it calmly from the side, but the movement was quick but sophisticated, like a beautiful martial arts and unrealistic.

"It's a good move. But the boy is too conscious of hitting on them. If you look at your feet, you can't avoid the attack. The lady doesn't want to kill you too much. That's like saying it's a feint."

Laughing and pointing out the faults.

Wasn't there any damage to Theo and the others, get up immediately and put up their swords to show their willingness to attack.

"Nice. That guts matter. The temper of not beating any enemy is the most important thing to survive."

Theo and the others launched a fierce offensive after that, and Francesca continued the development of overtaking it. Although the level difference is significant, there is no danger at all.

"Aren't we going to have a good fight with Nicholas? Mel, how would you attack?

After Mel worried about my questioning,

"It's hard. With all that good defense... all I can think of is going to break my shield"

"Right. Normally, you can't break that defense. It doesn't look like you can magically work small..."

Beatrice has also joined there.

"You definitely have more arms than I do. You're right, Lord Nicholas. Even though you're not my age, the world is huge."

When I asked her later, her level was sixty-eight.

He's forty-three years old and has three more children, which is an amazing talent considering he's pregnant and the period of parenting. By the way, the level of Nicholas I heard before I left the village is sixty-nine.

Theo's instruction continued more than enough.

The two breaths are already up and moving slowly.

Still keep attacking me in the mood. It's an unusual amount of concentration for a nearly twelve-year-old boy and girl, but still I can't cover my low basic health.

"Don't punch me in for dying at the end of the day!" In one word Francesca caught fire between the two of them.

The two strike in from the top again at the same time. That was an attack to the point of stupidity not thinking about defense at all.

Francesca takes Theo's slaughter with a long sword and Serra's slaughter with a shield.

"The last one was a good punch," he laughed nicely, lowering his sword and shield.

Theo and Serra poke their knees in there like gakkus, but soon get up and bow their heads big.

"" Thank you for your guidance ""

Francesca said, "Good day. Nice guts," he says.

A breathtaking sera said, "One more time later, could you put on an archery!" And when I asked, Theo said, "Me too, please!," he said, bowing his head.

The young mercenaries said to him, "Are you serious? I can't believe I still want to be treated like Mr. Francesca," he whispered.

"I don't mind. But are you okay?" Francesca is more worried. He seems concerned about the two of us who haven't had a body yet.

"It's okay! Because village training is more painful," said Theo, agreeing with Serra.

"In the village, we'll do bareback and mock warfare for another two hours or so, so it's perfectly fine!

In fact, there are fewer punches than the simulated battles in the village of Rasmore, with only a small degree of punch.

"What kind of training are you..."

Francesca was speaking to Theo and the others with a frightened look.