I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

The sword was waved, and between the two factions - collided in the center. A temperamental boy with a sword in a sharp metal sound and clash of momentum and momentum with each other disfigures and a Rin girl. A decisive gap for each other, it would be a natural decision for each other's pair to rush there.

A long-sleeved man comes forward from behind a disfigured boy waves his sword and is slashed by a girl as he passes beside the boy. Although the girl gave a rushed look for a moment, a creepy boy similarly came forward from behind the girl and pushed her back.

The girl whose posture has thereby returned is exposed to a sword wielded by the boy's further push. But because the boy who pushed himself instructs him to step forward - the girl believed it and kicked the ground forward.

Moment after moment, the figure of a long man who was spreading all over her sight disappears. What I saw in my open vision was a classmate boy who was still unable to regain his posture. Besides, she was stepping into the boy's pocket as a result of stepping in with all her strength before. Great chance, but the girl is surprised with her eyes round. Probably not keeping up with the situation.

But the girl, who had approached her before stepping in front of her, waved her sword reflexively. Unfortunately, it was a half-baked blow that prevented me critically, and the situation would once again be reordered.

At a distance between the two factions, the girl was finally able to follow the expansion. When I saw the creepy boy back next to me, I felt my impression of him changed gallantly.

"Well - one more time, can we go? Fran."

"Yeah... of course."

Boy - A voice hangs from an orange noise. In contrast, Fran, who was called by name, replied yes, even following Sole.

Earlier offense. Orange noise came forward where Fran and the other middle-aged boy collided and collapsed. And instantly grasp the situation and fix Fran's posture without rubbing. He then gave Fran instructions to step forward with all his might, and ran her through before Fran stepped out.

And Fran played the sword of the same tall, long man with the blade pulling sword he had and kicked the man straight from the side. As a result, she was able to go straight next to the man who had retreated from Fran's sight, and forced the other boy to take a blow.

This is the attack that occurred earlier. Fran sees with incredible eyes the orange noise that led her to follow herself here during that moment.

Originally, she didn't expect anything at all from the orange noise, since this simulation began. Because although standing and behaving is what gives off the creepy signs, I didn't feel any signs of being strong. As the daughter of the Knights Commander, Fran has studied swordsmanship since childhood. A similar situation to Liesche's, but the difference would be that she had a knight's talent that Liesche didn't have.

Having manifested herself in the headlines of Gungu and her, she has top notch strength among her age. If you say so, if you are as old as you are, you have the strength to win at your leisure.

That's why she had no respect for orange noise, and for Leila, who was the chief. She had no interest in the powerless because of the nearby world of knights called meritocracy. Yet the orange noise that I have judged to be weak makes a completely different move than I imagined. You wouldn't even be surprised.

"... that's amazing, I've reviewed it a little bit"

"Hmm? Thank you."

That's what I say to the orange noise, and Fran restarts his sword.

Out of the blue, maybe it's true that he's "a tough S-rank adventurer," Fran chuckled.

"Sa, Fran - next time we change our target en route. When I put my sword together about three times after that boy a, my classmate immediately slashed me. I'll cover the back."

"Yeah... I got it"

"Oh, honestly."

"The only thing you deserve to believe is what you just showed me - if it's not a coincidence, prove it again."

"Are you sure?"

Fran, following Orange Sound's instructions, rushed out after laughing invincibly. Orange noise is right, first we run toward Boy A. The movement is good. Orange noise, against Fran, saw that he was able to move enough at that age, and he moved himself out as well.

Sometimes the blade pulling sword is unfamiliar with use, and there are parts that don't fit the orange noise hand a bit - but the sole doesn't matter. There were times when I used to use a sword, so now it is.

"Ha!!

"Holy shit!!

Fran and Boy A strike the sword again. One or two sharp metal sounds overlapped and became impending. At the same time, orange noise and a long man staggered their gaze. Each other runs out toward Fran and Boy A and each other toward following each other's pair.

It will probably be an attack in the same way as earlier - the long-lasting man thought so.

But no. Orange noise threw the blade pulling sword that he had toward the man, so as to strike the man's intentions brilliantly.

"Become...!?

I haven't seen the orange noise yet about the man who raised his surprise. Because of the metal noise outside his sight, he probably played the flying sword with his own sword. But the moment the sound rang, the orange noise had already reached beneath the Frans.

I didn't realize the orange noise came near me, but Fran moves out of front of the boy in good time. He slammed through the gap and kicked the boy's flank, rushing straight out to the frightened gap under the long-sleeved man. I notice an orange noise the moment I rush out, and I also round my eyes.

But now I can put my strength into my running feet without stiffness. And Boy A, who tried to chase Fran without realizing the orange noise, was paid that foot full of gaps by the orange noise and fell. That's where I first notice the presence of orange noise.

But the hour is already late - the fallen boy A is suppressed by the hands of orange noise, and his joints are extremed. And though he often resisted, he could not remove the sole, which was completely extreme, and he could not move in vain.

"Well... yeah, middle boulder chairman"

The orange noise then moves his gaze straight towards Fran. Then there was the figure of Fran with his sword tip on the neck of the long-sleeved man, whose sword was enclosed so that one foot of Fran could step on it.

Apparently, the battle has arrived.

"Uhm, a tough pair of winners!

"Hey, Fran, hey."

"What kind of hands... I won't. Nothing."

A winner's declaration was made, and orange noise freed Boy A. I walked straight over to Fran and tried to give him a high touch, but Fran turned to him with his arms around to see if it smelled bright. The orange noise smiled bitterly and lowered its hand as it overflowed.

Though the defeated pair look like nothing can be done, the result is the result. Accepting this is what it takes to be a knight. After a long time, I followed the scene for the next pair.

Orange noise and Fran saw it and they made eye contact to clear the place early. Picking up the orange-sounding thrown sword, the two followed the scene by imitating the other pair who had left.

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The faces that watched the Orange Sounds match had always stripped their eyes in amazement.

You know the franc you're fighting best, but from a third-party point of view, you know better. The battle just waged, Fran's movement in it, was moving as if there were no obstacles whatsoever, as if it were a magnificent dance. The flesh of the other person, who would have collided if it had been, was eliminated as if avoiding her, and there was nothing to inhibit her.

All she said was that the presence of Fran was the lead role, and she was able to stand around freely at the earliest opportunity. It looks spicy, and there's not a single person with any thoughts about it. Everyone thought that Fran was capable of fighting for nothing.

The reason for this is her pair of higher-level students - tough.

Contrary to that creepy nature, he only makes the signs of the weak feel, the fact that he was the most powerful of those four - no, the most powerful would not have been enough. He had an overwhelmingly high strength in it.

That's why Fran was able to win even with two opponents, and can say that he was able to move freely by as long as he was there.

"... that was so easy to fight"

Beside Fran, who is gathering his gaze, there is no more orange noise. The fact that we don't need to be together anymore than we fought as a pair means Fran left the orange noise.

Pompous and squeaky Fran has a look of regret in spite of his victory. He clenched his fist and was playing the battle earlier in his brain.

For her, becoming a knight is a goal that can be described as absolute, with respect for her father, longing for the existence of a knight, and destiny that she had just enough talent to be worthy of a sole. In order to turn that into a sure thing, we need to take the top in this school.

She had decided to accomplish the sole from the time she entered this school, and by the middle part it was going well too. Yet the moment I touched the high ground, a wall like this appeared.

- It's tough.

He showed earlier, following himself completely and leading him to victory. Perhaps there would have been a time when they would have done it three or four times if they had fought ahead, doing it their way. It was a pair of tight arms that crushed it precisely.

It was the first time I had ever felt so easy to fight, so secure on my back. It seemed very reliable and horrible to have a pair, because everything came through on its own until the middle part, because it was all cut out.

To grow up as a knight ahead, you have to go beyond that tightness, at least. I got the illusion that Fran suddenly couldn't see the way.

"... yeah, but no - beyond, because that's what I decided"

But Fran shakes his head and shakes off his thoughts. If you can't be a knight without going beyond the orange noise, let's go beyond it, and Fran renews her determination again.

My father, the chief of the Knights, died, and he could still do this because of the orange noise. I didn't really think about it because it behaved as usual, but being able to restore a human being whose heart had been broken - as an undisputed knight, isn't it an important ability to lean on the people?

If you think so, based on your earlier strengths, can you say that Orange Sound is a man who combines his abilities as a knight sufficiently? Fran also revamped his perception of orange noise.

It is also a wall to be exceeded, but now students go to the same room and the same school. If it's superficial, then there's a lot to be apprenticed for. So now I'm still - a respectable senior.

"... tough seniors, or... you can still be a fool"

Fran acknowledged the orange noise as a senior.

But it smelled a little lighter to suddenly change her attitude to something submissive until today, when Fran sighed as she scratched her cheeks.