Apparently Van also has talent for swordsmanship.
Rumors like that now seem to have spread among the soldiers because they are able to fight properly with the boy soldiers.
"Dear Van, may I ask you a question?
That's what the tough bearded man has heard with his armor off. That middle-aged man, who was surprised wet with sweat up and down a simple cloth garment, is what a dee of the Knights Deputy Commander, the strongest corner of the Marquis family.
Even from the top of the black cloth I can see the muscles are clogged tightly. Well, it's partly because my clothes are sweating and sticking to my body. Don't worry about the color change from sweat, even though it was originally gray clothes.
"What?"
Hearing back as she drank the water, Dee had both hands on her extremely serious face.
"I'd like to show you my hand"
"Yes, okay? What are you gonna do?
Dee grabbed my hand with respect as he offered one hand with some anxiety. And look closely at the palm of your hand.
"... no octopus either. Your skin stays soft, too. Mmm, my nails are stretched."
"Wow, I'm sorry. I'll work out when I grow up, too."
When I could say that and pull my hand in, Dee roared with a difficult face.
"I thought you were going to lose our apprenticeship and repeat the nocturnal special training, but there's no sign of that at all."
"I have a hard time studying. I will if I can afford it. I like swords."
When he made such an excuse to wonder if he was angry, Dee narrowed his eyes and looked up at the castle.
"... Rumor has it Lord Espada is giving instructions to Master Van to study three times what he normally does. If you want to learn more about the sword, I'll sue you straight away."
"Uh? That's why you study so much... I thought it was weird because I'm the only one in the morning to night"
Dee nods deeply as he listens to the shock and is dropping.
"That headstrong is too inclined to be academic. From someone like me who can see people fairly, Master Van should go down the path of the sword. Master Van has a gifted talent. The first thing you need to do is learn shape and build muscle. After that, practice based training every day. I will make Lord Van the best swordsman in the kingdom."
Dee's eyes, speaking forcefully, were serious. Seriously bees. Or Dee's head, which credits Espada as a big head, is a brain muscle. The study has just become swordsmanship and they are both completely biased.
"I like swords, but I also like studying. I'll try to do both."
When I answered that, Dee made his mouth a very, very unfortunate letter to.
"... Muggle, I can't help it. At least I'll coach you directly while you train your sword. That's good, right?
and Esperda followed by Deputy Commander Dee, who has offered the lecturer on his own. My face comes all the way up and I answer Dee with a half-pulled laugh.
"Oh, ha... teach me gently, huh?
"Ha ha! Absolutely! Master Van is still a child."
That's certainly what Dee said when he got in a good mood to hear a good reply.
But that was a bright red lie.
"Come on, come on, give me a bareback hundred, pay me a mid hundred, stick me up a hundred! Let's go!
"Ya, let me rest... I just ran...!
"What do you say, Master Van! You can rest later! Come with me!
It is like a ghost.
When I sat down in my chair and rested, after half crying, Dee said this with a face that he had come up with something good.
"Yes, Master Van. You'll be free while you're resting! Don't sit back in your chair and rest with your mid back!
He seemed stupid, not a ghost. Can you rest in an air chair, fool? You idiot.
With that in mind, I had no energy to complain. [M]
And a year.
I'm six years old and I can't beat a boy soldier much anymore. Six and twelve or three years old is quite different in stature. The same goes for Reach, but different stature means different amount of muscles. The force and speed are higher on the opponent.
But motor vision, reflex nerves, and knowledge are different.
The boys and soldiers began to imitate and devise ideas from me, but not yet.
The knights didn't have much of a feint concept, and sword strikes were winds that focused on speed or power. It feels like those with fast swordspeeds are forced to defend the upper section and quickly flank it, while those with a strong focus on power are allowed to restrict the opponent's movement by standing around, swinging a thoughtful stick down from the upper section.
So, I flirt by pulling back or, conversely, moving diagonally forward when I see the target try to attack me.
If the opponent is empty, there's a big chance. Kids don't like to wait, so I dealt with any opponent with my guts. [M]
Continuously hitting opponents are often unconsciously putting the recoil that the opponent has been defensively bounced into the calculation. So if you let the first or second shot empty, you break the rhythm as soon as possible.
Those who focus on power are intermission and ambush. If you make your opponent think you're going to hit him now, there's going to be a huge build-up attack with extra power. It's easy to flatter it.
There are three main types of ambush. Lower payment for foot or cut from low position, which everyone doesn't use much. And then it goes around behind my back and then it goes off.
I'm a small, choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-choro-cho I also took sides with the rule that if I hit the other body, I would win.
As I live a half hell but full day like that, Till opens his mouth as he always nicks.
"Lately, Master Van has been totally successful. Smart, genius to swordsmanship... maybe Van can outrun all his brothers and become the Lord."
Second, Till ran that thing through his mouth. And I'm breathtaking. [M]
There were some Esparda classes, but the aristocratic world is a world of weak and forceful eating. Terribly, he said, some houses are no exception to the pattern between brothers who divided the blood.
Be the Lord or not. Either of these things will make my life completely different for the future.
Gold, status, honor, power... are all the sums of those who have become new masters. I'm not calling you after number two. Sometimes we support the Lord as a subordinate if we are close, but generally we leave the house.
Especially when my brother left my brother and took our Lord's seat. My brother after status hates my brother first. So let's kill the brothers who may be seated in our Lord's throne early. How can people show up.
Unfortunately, I haven't had much opportunity to have a conversation with my brothers. Furthermore, the second and third sons are often distracted from their gaze when they see each other occasionally. You can't say we're close.
My oldest son often greets soldiers at their training centers, but I don't know the future.
I mean, apart from actually being the dominant one, if you stand out, you're more likely to be killed.
Bad. Obviously I'm too conspicuous.
Walking around the castle these days, you can even speak to maids, deacons, and guards.
From the siblings' point of view, he might think he's in good shape, like that kid.
We have to do something about this...!
"... Till"
When I call, Till replies with a smile.
"Yes, what is it?
"I want to go out and play."
"To?"
Be a player. Play all the way to level 20.
That's what I decided.