Hitsugi no Maou

A hunch of battle began to fill the settlement with quiet tension.

Raymond seems to have the defensive procedures and bottom preparations in place beforehand, and most residents do what they have to do silently, without instructing or consulting each other.

Sabitoga looks around the settlement with Straw and Ledge and the girl, reaffirming the structure and defensive functions. Settlements with cluttered towers and bridges, but in the end, empty waterways (teasing) surrounding all sides are the line of defense. If an enemy emerges from the forest through the meadows, descends into the waterway and climbs through the rubble and rubble, the rest can enter the settlement grounds through the windows and gaps of the tower.

Even a wall inside the waterway will boost your defense. Ledge vomited an opinion of Jane (Mezura) and no gaps (Suki), but it soon turned out why the wall could not even be broken.

The voices and footsteps of the inhabitants who had installed the "bell ringing" corpse in the meadow as a positive motion device echoed the subtle curved waterway walls and jumped (ha) up towards the settlement side. The sound generated in the meadows is surprisingly clear to those in the outer periphery of the settlement.

Examination showed that the waterway was not simply stone, but even a paste mixed with lime, volcanic rock and seawater, making it more reflective of sound.

A dead waterway serves as a sound collector for gathering meadow sounds. The charcoal, which had been left alone in the shelter, which was a shopping area, was probably sleeping about inside, not at the exit of the tower, also because it could detect the proximity to the settlement by sound.

"You mean an alarm device that was stumbled upon a decaying ruin? You don't build defensive walls because they inhibit the sound transmission of the waterway."

"You mean to prioritize waterways even in the sense of less manpower and saving viewers..."

A handful of Gentiles push past the convincing straw and the edge of the ledge. The luggage truck is loaded with giant claws and rocks, and appears to be positioned as a defense device in towers around the waterway.

"That's primitive. You fight the heavy mon as it falls," said Straw teasing his chin. With the least amount of defense, they essentially have to defeat the demons with the fighting power of each of the good Gentiles.

Even if we struggle with advanced weapons, it doesn't necessarily mean that there are people in the settlement who can handle them. Primitive defensive features that could be used intuitively might have been more convenient.

Either way, if the settlement itself is to be defended, the Sabitogas have no choice but to prepare to fight the devil as an individual combat force. Not for a meal, but just lend as many swords as you can to the few bases and collaborators in the underground world.

Back at the Blades' shelter, Charcoal was re-cooking yesterday's bat meat. He packs the knife and puts it in the vegetable oil and gives it to the people in a wooden lunchbox.

Ledge, who said he wanted to eat meat, bowed his head to Charcoal many times to show his thanks. I see a silver sword dancing on his waist that delights, but Charcoal sees with a few harsh eyes.

"You're a swordsman, aren't you, Reggie? But it's a scratch-free sword. How many times have you pulled it out before?

"Er... the fact that I actually cut it off with someone is that..."

"Give it a try."

Pull out the sword, as Ledge was told, and place the blade next to your face. The back of the knife that Charcoal used to cook the bat is silently appreciated on the edge of the ledge.

Gu, and the knife pressed the sword, and the pattern (eh) spilled off the finger of the ledge. "Oh!?" He peeled his eyes off and sighed at the ledge, as Straw laid his hand on his forehead (hissing).

"I'm not getting a grip. Pull the power out of your thumb and index finger and put it into your medicine finger and pinky finger. Your little finger will tease you and your sword will tease you."

"I don't have a lower body based on all the cool. The sword is fundamental to the ankle and hips. You can't shake your sword without stabilizing your shaft feet."

A ledge stuck in a straw and charcoal looked back at Sabitoga with a pitiful face. "You've decided to do it next," Sabitoga vomited in a low voice as she pulled the planting sword from the bottom of the spear.

Outside the shelter, on the grass ground, the sweat of the ledge drips (dripped) off.

Having held the sword of the stripper, he had been put on a real-life form of archery (keko) by Sabitoga and Štro after being made to practice not to stab himself at the very least.

It was dangerous to make an amateur like-minded ledge take seriously, but the devil will come tomorrow at the latest. It was not the case that a wooden sword was used to build combat power even with a burning blade.

"The blade won't cut even if you just tap it. Remember to 'pull' meat with a blade. That's the basics of slaughter."

"Don't wave your sword with your arms alone! You muster your legs, hips, shoulders and wrists to gather your full body power at the tip of your sword! Otherwise, we can't kill our enemies!

A rattle-throating ledge causes the ground to sweat as the attack is overtaken by two. When I was about to drop my sword or fall, help would come in, but otherwise I was totally set up to fight on my own.

The branch of the tree held by the straw protrudes towards the eyes of the ledge. "Wow!" He screamed and prevented it with his sword, but his knee was given an inch kick.

"It's broken!" Straw, scolding (snuggling), now waved his branches as if to snag a finger holding the sword of Ledge.

Straw's attacks are all wild and frivolous. Having learned to kill before a legitimate swordsmanship, he repeats an act of persecution precisely to deprive the human body of its function.

Sabitoga, on the other hand, dared to continue making simple attacks in plain sight (hey) as the foundation of swordsmanship. Attack the Ledge with pure skill to help you remember the moves of the sword.

Reggie was pitifully dazzled by pain and fear, but he didn't complain about the audition of the two of us, and he desperately asked to return something. The seriousness of it did not produce just one injury (injury) in the harsh audition, and it did steadily increase something in him, little by little.

Ledge, who was a de amateur who could slash and kill even with his eyes closed, became the one who needed to think 'how to attack' after noon for now. I learned how to hold my hips and my sword. Something like slashing can now be rolled out.

It can't be dramatically stronger in just one day, either. What Reggie remembered was minimum common sense as a swordsman. But that was a big step forward for him.

When Charcoal made sure he couldn't drop the Ledge sword on the back of the knife, he smiled and scratched his head. The ledge was hedgy and the spine could no longer be stretched straight.

I eat lunch for lunch in the evening and take a water bath of distilled water that Charcoal, Blaze, generously prepared for me. He then surrounded the burning fire at the shelter's shopping mall and got some sleep.

The devil seemed to come by day.