From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“You're right-handed. ”

I nodded my head in Tequila's question.

“Did you train your left hand separately? ”

It was a natural result of life, but I nodded again not to buy any misunderstandings.

“Re-train your right hand. It's unbalanced. ”

That's what Technologies said about me. From his standards, my body balance was wrong.

As if my body were iron, Tequila demanded a harsh schedule that had never existed before.

I didn't rebel.

And it wasn't until I finished building my body that I was able to use my right hand properly.

Thanks to the artifact, I became a double handed, but my main hand was my right hand.

I realized that thanks to Tech.

"Hmph."

The whistleblower smiles at me. I'm asking what will change with just one hand and one posture.

“I'm disappointed, Chris. ”

As if to a close friend, the duc's voice was no less familiar.

“Don't worry. ”

As I said, the spear in my hand moved.

The beginning is a dance that teases the duel.

[Speech Skill: 79]

The artifact's voice rang in my ears.

The white light of snow moved along my window. I forcefully stretched the spear between the cracks.

The moment the duc's sword struck the spear, I twisted my wrist as hard as I could.

Tongue!

My spear danced when I walked alone, not following someone's footsteps.

A crooked, blue-eyed snake pushes its head in.

Tadada-da!

The duc froze snow without a change in his face.

A white sword slapped the serpent's head, leaving a trace of it.

Boop! Boop! Ta-da!

The more the two weapons clash, the more the Bluish's spear shatters and the more it digs.

And I'm faster and brighter than I've ever been.

Shortly after stopping all my attacks,

The ferryman aimed at my neck with snowflake in front of him, except for his feeble foot.

I took two big steps back and dodged his sword.

The duc also aims for a good reason, so he sets his sword at an angle without chasing it any further.

I saw it move again.

‘From top to bottom. ’

With your left foot forward and your right hand up, your left hand shifts to a high guard at an angle down.

He took a step back and moved at the same time, so he just took two steps back and changed his position.

The soldiers looking at us from all around would not even notice the shift in the workshop.

‘Just hang up briefly. ’

“How long are you going to do the dance I taught you? ”

Tequila pushed me when I had a chance.

I couldn't do more than the dance he taught me with my left hand.

“At first, only rhythm. ”

The dance that harassed the duel was not my skill, but the skill.

“Every skill has to be used to suit its own body. ”

Reasons to balance your body and prioritize physical care.

It's because we don't fit into technology, we have to fit into technology.

Nevertheless, 13 waltzes mocked the enemy, and the dance that mocked the duel broke Palmun's vice knights.

I started beating on the floor with my feet.

Now I don't even have a name for a dance with a spear in my right hand.

It was just a playful gesture of children, just playing with a beat.

The blade spills down from the High Guard pose, leaving an endless amount of balance.

It really was a sudden rain of stabbing.

I cut it short and gently connected it again.

It was an attack with two rhythms.

“Whoa!”

The duc smiles with a smile. With a bright smile on his mouth, he drew snow from below to above.

Until now, the sword that sprinkled white light kills the light and hides in the darkness.

At that moment, I could not see the hands and swords of the Whistleblower.

Blades disappearing! All I could hear was the sound.

It sounded like my own rain. The shock spread evenly to the wrists.

I pulled the window back to relieve the shock and looked forward.

I grabbed the spear that I was poking at, and I slammed it into the floor with a spear.

Boom!

A thunderstorm erupts and the dust splashes.

The surprised soldiers take a few more steps back, and the ferryman looks back at me with his sword in its place.

“A royal sword. ”

The fisherman said.

A vision. Just like Whelken had a crescent door, the Hatter had the same sword.

His sword is invisible.

An invisible sword.

That would have been one of the spleens of a siphon ball.

Again, switching to halt position, I asked the ferryman in a moment's weakness.

“That's it? ”

“Can you stop it? ”

He couldn't breathe and took my word for it.

I watched him calmly. After a few struggles, I felt that he was a great prosecutor and a great vice knight.

With the addition of a vision of swordsmanship, the Vanquisher was a truly remarkable knight.

Tak.

He smashes into the ground. Judgment and movement were also impeccable.

However.

I had a harder body and tougher muscles than that.

Even though my left arm is coming up in the snow, I am stronger and faster than the mason.

A vice is embedded in the body that has been trained by the skill.

That was the difference between him and me.

And a duel can be triumphant with very little difference.

Weiss' achievement does not determine the winner.

The one who made the difference to win eventually won.

The best way to kill an enemy was simple.

I like dancing and deception.

But best of all, hit the spear faster and stronger than the enemy.

I learned how to load a vice on a weapon at the Crescent Gate.

I didn't have to follow it so hard.

Wheelken's swordsmanship is truly a vice.

The Flamethrower's Swordsmanship conceals the blade by operating the vice.

What about me?

As soon as the Whisperer hides the sword again, I snap my shoulder.

You can see it in a muddled position.

A soldier with congenital vision who could see the future of this fight would be frightened to look at me right now.

A blend of strokes known as light arrows between curtains and how to operate the vice learned at the Crescent Door.

My first skill, taught by breaking beats, dancing, and raised senses.

Button holes.

Agatha is just a quick and strong stabbing technique called "the button hole."

That was it.

The tongue of the snake, the dancing, were all based on confusing movements, but this was the exact opposite.

I move a turbulent vice and spread it throughout my body, mounting it on weapons, bracing my left foot and pulling my right foot.

And I let out my spear.

Heave.

I thought I heard something like that. No, the atmosphere was pushed behind me, to be exact.

You hear nothing for a moment.

‘Slow.’

It felt like the air was pulling on my arm.

I ignored it and gave it more strength.

Looking ahead, I could see the sweaty drops that were flying behind the white squirt of the lake ball.

I try to reach out more forcefully, but my arms are still slow.

Is it far yet?

I followed my gaze and thought, but my arms were still behind me.

Come a little faster.

I can see the eyes of the falconer rolling.

You can see his pupils opening up very slowly.

At the same time, very slowly, his sword starts to move in line with mine.

The sword moves as slowly as my spear.

This is how you hide a sword? ’

My right arm, which I stretched back and pulled, had nothing to do with coming too late.

Seeing his sword move slowly in between, I could see the way he hid it.

‘It's cruel to say. ’

Or should I say smart?

The black blade on the other side is full of light. In that state, I only killed him with the vice.

The sword seems to be disappearing all of a sudden in the face of him.

Ahh.

Then my arm got where it wanted to go. Your muscles scream and burst, but this is holding.

Tequila has given me more training than this.

I added strength to the arriving spear.

Huang.

Then the flow of air followed me and the pressure of the air disappeared.

Boom!

The whistleblower swung his sword as I reached for my spear.

I saw the way his sword moved, and I pushed him out on purpose.

Awareness!

You hear the sound of steel breastplate piercing and the shock hits your stomach.

Puck!

At that moment, I felt like I had been hit by an iron mace. My feet flew into the air in shock.

I felt that my body was flying backwards and that my body wasn't frozen.

Well, it looks like all the ribs are broken.

You press down on your cough, hold back, and then roll back, holding the spear as a cane.

As you straighten your lower back, you feel a dying pain coming from your side.

“Whoa."

After exhaling, I looked at my spear for support, and my window was split in half or more.

Put a sword in between? ’

The ferryman swung snow at me.

Weapon brakes, weapons destroyed.

Of course, I ignored it with force, and instead of stopping the flamethrower, I sliced open my stomach with a sliding force.

For moving so fast at my speed in such a short time, I commended the Whistleblower.

Of course, the battle was divided once and the result proved cheerful for the soldiers.

* * *

Sway was a military commander in Ludwig's army.

He executed the operation, but he couldn't figure out what it meant.

If we do this, we'll be in a standoff. ’

Well, they all had ideas, but if they gave up on rolling their heads, they'd be dead.

It was the secret to life, realizing it through a few battles.

He rolled his eyes and looked everywhere, trying to understand the situation.

Is there anything different about just standing up for him? ’

The battle on the field has always been a blood and visceral battle.

But this was not the case at all.

Above all, he couldn't understand the situation now.

Suddenly, an ally's spear leaves, ignoring the large one.

The user protrudes from the opposing Pokémon.

Who is it?

And it was the moment they met.

Pow! Pow!

A dung of fire flashes and a white and blue glow flashes.

An invisible workshop crosses between the two.

“Lord.”

Someone mutters.

Sway was able to recognize who was standing in front of him just then.

You wear the same helmet, but you can't hide that face, that beauty.

A man who shines only by being.

It should be no exaggeration that the knights under the command fell in love with him.

Of course, his knights were not the ones who would gather for that reason.

“Baron Fraunmut? ”

Sway secretly spits on himself.

No, I just wanted to know why he was here.

Who should be standing in the commander's position behind…….

“Whistleblower!”

Sway's thoughts are lost in the screams of the other soldiers. You turn your head, and you see the man's face on the other side.

Sway had also seen the face of the blowhole.

He was a man who breathes the breath of a tiger.

“All of a sudden. ”

Ugh.

The cold and hot heat spread around them, and Sway unknowingly backed away from them.

The same was true of the other soldiers.

That's how the two of you began to fight, in a circle around you.

Honestly, Sway didn't get a good look at any of the two fights.

Nevertheless, my heart was beating.

Chris' intentions are evident.

“Then why are you fighting here? ”

The location of the distant smoke and Chris.

Why the opponent appeared.

Then Amputy could understand the current situation.

“…… to end the war with a minority elite. ”

“Huh?"

The idiot friend next to you blinks.

Sway punches him in the back.

Boom!

“Oh, why! ”

“Son of a bitch, he wants to end this war by himself! ”

Sway shouts.

They say, "King Horn! ’I heard the cry of Iran.

Ah, there's a group of soldiers delivering weapons like that.

Chris Fraunmut, on the other hand, stands still and alone.

As soon as I saw it, something was bright and rising up in my heart.

If he fights for honor, why is he there?

Why aren't you in a position to sacrifice a soldier, feed a knight, and raise your record?

Why did the smoke burst?

Sway was a great commander.

He was a man with few brains who understood the current situation on the battlefield.

So he could act.

Sway shouts backwards.

“Cry out after me! ”

His shouts spread among the fat soldiers.

If the opponent is king, this must be king too.

“O King of the Wall! ”

Sway exclaims.

The surrounding colleagues fill in the shortage of shouts.

“King of the Wall! Hero of the Wall!”

That will now be the word that refers to him.

He was the hero who wanted to end this battlefield alone.

Bang!

As Sway slams the floor with his spear, the soldiers follow his actions and guard the king of the walls.

In the meantime, two fights followed.

There was a flash of light and a loud bang.

And for a moment, Chris was gone.

“Phew!"

Chris reappears before the surprised soldier can moan.

I blinked once, so I saw the room.

And as soon as he appeared, he flew far back.

Sway looks at where Chris appeared and paused.

There, a man with a large hole in his stomach stands vomiting blood.

It's a whistleblower. I can see a hole in his stomach, about half a man's head.

“This one.”

He laughs and scolds Chris.

“… Your Majesty! ”

A knight in a red cloak jumps out from behind with a pack of blood.

“Kill them all! ”

The knight in the red cloak cries out before the duc can say anything, and Sway sees it.

“Stop him!"

There was someone here who had to stop his life from burning.

He risked his life and took his place in the army.

A man who stepped up to end the war without looking for a criminal record.

Sway runs for his king.