Francesca Stringer, the current king's niece and duke's maid. At the age of sixteen, he is also entrusted with the command of the troops, and there is hope. There is also beauty.
When I can relax in a thin bath, even if it's filled enough for me, I'll be uneasy. I wonder how Will handles it when he's so sentimental.
He says he was more dawning in sword training than he was when he was a kid, but he also masters magic exactly.
I was only fifteen when I took control of the tournament last year. About junior high. The physique is standard, the smaller it is when mixed with adventurers. So instead of the injured, he wins the pussy gladiator tournament mixed with adults that there are occasional deaths. Exactly a real genius.
Talented and hard-working. Wealth, power, fame, power and beauty are finally mutually reinforcing in Sati, with all that people envy and reinforced with shelter. The call to the next generation of Kensei is also high.
Francesca says our growth is abnormal, but Francesca is more abnormal if you ask me.
I built a martial arts stage for Kawahara for the game.
It's not funny that it's going to be settled by sliding your legs again, and it's going to be the future practice ground for the Beasts.
It's a revenge for Francesca to be scattered on the road, but it's also a revenge for me in the tournament. He was spilled where he slipped his legs because of his illness, and although Sati took his revenge, it was a battle he regretted remaining.
Satie says if you mean it, you can win, and you have winning strengths.
Something that's on me and not on Francesca. That's power. Push it off with force. That's what I came to fight for.
"Oh, wait."
I exchanged swords for a few rounds, ate Francesca's blow and fell on one knee. There's a crack in the bone because of this pain. It's my right shoulder, so I can't even shake my sword until I recover.
Fucking painful...... this is why I didn't like the bee game. I knew I wasn't going to do it.
The beasts of the stuffed sight also calmed down. I guess you didn't think you'd lose so light.
Trying to push it off with power, I tried too hard to get serious I couldn't even get it out, and I was easily poked in the gap.
"It's not the end, is it?
I put on my heel and the pain pulled off so I get up slowly.
"Of course."
I owe you one.
I don't care enough to have less loans that I had two. Sati disappoints me in such an unparalleled way of losing.
I think I've already lost, but this is a little tea-eye. Let's just say no count. It's not a real game, though, it's practice. Sometimes this happens, and I can start over.
Shake your sword gently to confirm your shoulders. There is no problem. The pain slowly cut my temper, but not enough to interfere with the battle.
I didn't want to get hurt and it was too sweet to try to add a piece at once.
We have to do it normally and do something about it. Of course, we still have the winning muscle. It is a newly developed minimal heel.
Even a short little heel of chanting is jammed and won't let me use it that way, but then you just need to shorten the chant even more. I've tried it on my Sati opponent, but in this game it also combines a live test with the actual damage done. I can't help but look into some painful eyes.
"All right, we're ready. Shall we go with the real deal?"
I'm ready.
The second war was a slow rise. Francesca hasn't even stepped in so much that she seems alert to my readiness. Carefully, meet the sword to explore.
Francesca has as much strength as Satti if he can handle it calmly. I'm not an unbeatable opponent, and rather, Sword Speed drops one step over Sati and has no power. Still strong, because they outnumber us with skill and experience. Seeing as I made a big move earlier, I've slapped in a dozen instant fatal injuries.
But now the packed audience will be bored too. If it's a long fight, it should be in my favor in stamina, but I can attack here.
Winning or losing is not important because this is not a game. I have a better chance of losing if I think of the sword arm. What matters is how to fight. Do you dare? Only an unusual way to lose is no longer tolerated.
But Francesca was stronger than I expected. This attack won't make sense when I get around to it. I don't feel like going through. If there is a slight gap on top of it, it eats a counterattack.
I'm supposed to be stronger too, but Francesca's been practicing more than me this past week.
But worse than that, apparently, my movements and habits are being read. Hi. It looks like my movements have been carefully observed over the past week.
So far, so much so, but it's like a final with Satie at the tournament. If I don't hit my hand, I'm going to end up scraped together.
I thought I could do something about it normally, but I still can't...
This time is in Francesca's favor. So I took a step in. I stepped in and deliberately showed a gap. I didn't want to do it if I could, but let me cut the meat and break the bones. Target the counter of the match.
Francesca doesn't fall into the visible trap, but then this one just has to reinforce the offense.
It eats some attack but doesn't care if it does a little damage. I know what this one's after, and Francesca hasn't been able to punch it in hard.
But the counter aim was a little too blatant. I got a pretty painful one without hitting this one. Kind of sucks. I've seen Francesca do damage, too, and she's been putting even more pressure on me.
[Heel (Small)] Chant - was obstructed. But this is also a trap. If you can't heal the damage, you won't win against me. If only you could step up your offense with that... Ah, yabe. I ate another good shot. Exactly. I need to recover now. Not good.
The use of new heels also requires some time to ensure success. I try to get a distance, but Francesca won't allow it. Looks like you're here to punish me all at once.
But that's where I want it too. If you can't, your body still moves enough. You can recover later.
Francesca has set up a feint. But it doesn't make as much sense to me as it does to target a counter, and an attack aimed at an indefensible head is one-tempo slow for a feint.
The attack on the head inevitably leaves it in front and punches the counter in with all his might. The head is an iron helmet, and if you shift the strike point, the power can be reduced.
It was the Sergeant's moves that came out of the rush - practicing over and over again and remembering the motion with the body.
It's a bet you can stay conscious in Francesca's attack or you can defeat Francesca in my attack.
A shock ran on my head, and my counter- no. We had a response, but it came from above the shield.
I see Francesca practicing this move too, and was it impossible to tailor her with an incomplete move?
But I have managed to keep my consciousness, and Francesca is at ease.
Recover in the meantime. No, prepare yourself for pursuit...
But Francesca did not pursue him and was taking a step back and unloading his sword. The left arm with the buckler is also loosely lowered.
Was it working from the top of the shield?
"Are we done here?
There seems to be no more war, but it's not going down, and I'm going to make sure you don't figure it out.
Francesca overestimates my sturdiness. I'm far more full of creativity, and the attack on my head worked pretty well, so it's still dangerous when I'm pursued.
"It's not you, and I can't do it with my left arm."
Francesca said in agony. Though the left with the shield, I guess he decided there was no winning shot at getting one arm completely killed. Not to say no guts. It's probably weirder to be unscrupulous like me in a practice game.
I will heal my wounds and continue to heal Francesca.
You managed to pick up a win. It was a muddy, thin ice treading battle, but winning is winning. But fighting the superior will end up like this, we really need to do something about it...
"This is winning and losing. You want another fight?
I don't mind another fight if Francesca wants.
I didn't use the minimal heel I had in mind for Francesca because of this, and if I use it well, there should be a winning streak.
"... let's not do this for today"
It was a pretty heavy fight, and is the streak tough?
"Next time, you can't lose"
Naturally, Francesca doesn't seem willing to allow him to win and run. Would it be in the sword if I were to do it next?
But I can't do much with this guy. You should have killed that face the first time you went down. I'm definitely thinking about not forgiving you next time.
"Master Masal!
When I heard the game was over, Satti came first.
Satie looks terribly happy and excited. The reversal play from the pinch would have looked promising.
After all, Sati was right. I could win, and you're saying this is serious? Not some hidden potential or something, but some kind of confrontational tactic that uses sturdiness and healing magic?
"I knew Master Masaru was strong!
"Right or right. Were you serious about that?
"Yes. It looked so good!
"It was a tournament time and an unscrupulous move, Lord."
Oh my goodness. Is this what I mean...
No, it's nothing. You don't need to take damage. The point is the feeling of being prepared for damage and taking a step in. All you have to do is train to be able to defend yourself exactly in that state.
My lord sergeant used to say it was my bad habit to rely on armor for defense. I guess I had relied on sturdiness and healing magic at some point. The only way to improve your defense and dodging abilities is through authentic training.
Looks like Francesca's just taking Will to practice.
"Will, you want some new armor?
"No good. Let me say a final goodbye to that armor. Plenty."
Francesca has decided on her own to say something horrible, but Will is only following her promises. Will is totally lost. Well, instead of falling in loyalty, it seems to be up again, and I'll be fine.
While I was at the fort, Will, Francesca, and Lilia were supposed to stay with the Beastman. Lilia asks the Beastman about the elf. I'm totally done reporting to the Adventurer Guild, and all I have to do is me and Satie, Syrah.
The twists and turns have finally arrived at the fort. It was supposed to be the end of delivering supplies to the Alliance, but it took a lot of work.
First, I released supplies that I had transported to Ellie's vault that she made for me. I'll leave the task of matching it to the inventory to Ellie and report on the hunt on the road.
I hadn't hunted at all and Satie had a few eyes, but it took me a little while to confirm Syrah's results. Sometimes Schiller's rank required promotion at the lowest F.
In due course, it's E, but for the E rank, it's a lot of work, and then we talked about it being promoted to D, but Will went from E to C rank this time. As a Schiller, I guess you don't want to be able to make a difference. He hoped to be promoted to C-rank, saying he was winning in strength and that the battle on the road was better than Will's.
We always need competent adventurers as guilds, too, and it's more beneficial to give them the rank they deserve to work.
But it's only been a week since I signed up for the Adventurer Alliance. Too much activity performance led to a review in the training ground to see merit.
"Cleric! What about Mr. Seppuku and the one with the worn armor yesterday?
When I went to the training ground, I was called out by one of the adventurers Ann had been wandering about.
"Uh, you two are better off at the residence."
"Aren't you coming today? I wanted you to deal with him."
Apparently these guys were a bunch of bummed by Will and the others yesterday.
"Then I'll be the party member's opponent instead. I'm stronger than worn out armor, aren't I?
Syrah with good armor says. It's just a little strong, though.
But did Syrah also want to hear Will unbind and try it? Well, judging seems like anyone can see an arm, and if you want from over there, I just want it.
"Are you serious that you're stronger than that boring armor..."
"Look, that armor. You look so strong!
"Captain, Captain! Best wishes!
Apparently, he was calling for help. The man known as the captain of the regiment is a good human warrior in Gatai and has fine equipment.
"I'm B-ranked Egor Burnin. Looks like our young people took care of us yesterday."
He came out in front of us and gave us that name. B is a rank that needs a crusade track record for a large species, and it should be pretty strong.
Will and Francesca were the ones who took care of him, but would the party members have some responsibility?
"F-Rank. Syrah."
Syrah also made a name for herself. I wish Syrah could name my last name.
"You think it's an F?
"I'm a freshman registering, and I'm here to review you to see your strengths. There is no shortage for the opponent if he is a powerful Mr. Egol. Can you do me a favor?
Yes, the guild clerk briefed Captain Egol.
"I see. Fine."
"If we beat this guy, can we get him to C-rank?
"That's for sure if you win..."
That's what the guild clerk answered Syrah's question. Even though we're friends, we also have A-rank guarantees. The effects are also sufficient for a short period of time. If you beat a B-rank warrior with that, you won't have a problem getting promoted to C-rank.
"You were unlucky that the person in the rank review was going to be me. Give up C-rank this time."
Captain Egol is motivated to say it's a review.
If Will wonders what he did yesterday, if he beats this guy, I'll do the other guy, or Francesca says something to his mind, and Will beats him all the time.
Well, normally think about it. It's the other guy with the sword, but I guess I kind of expected it.
"Captain Egor is the most powerful adventurer in this fort. I won't let anyone win like that!
That's right. That's right, I raised my voice.
"Sometimes you say you're not there?
Yeah, I'll ask the guild clerk next door.
"It's the strongest thing in this fort. But this is the countryside."
It was only now that people were overflowing and lively, but where Hiragis was alive, it was just a border fort with no contact with the magic, and it was not just a relay point for the journey because Hiragis and I were in a friendly relationship, it was not an environment where there were leaping forcefuls.
The simulation began when it was ready.
Captain Egol was strong there with only B rank. When I became a veteran, my guard was still stiff, and while I was pretty much outshining Syrah's offense, I was on the defensive side. I took a blow where I ran out of breath and sank.
To this extent in the average person even though it is still strong. You're crazy about Francesca, who could kill me without protection.
"So, the captain lost!?
"Damn, I didn't know you were this strong... I don't know what else to do. The number one seat in this fort is yours."
"Captain!?
"That's okay, you guys. The time has come to change generations. I guess that's what this is all about."
"Captain..."
That's the kind of fight they fought.
"If I..."
Successfully blocked the mouth of Sati I was about to say this time.
I'm tired today, so that's enough. I still have business to do after this. Have Schiller rank up and temple you to a commercial guild. When I'm done, I have something to do with the children of the Beast Man. I don't even seem to have time to rest at the height of the day.
"Let's go, Syrah"
"Hey, wait! Running away!?
"We leave here tomorrow. I don't have time to play with you guys."
Syrah stopped and replied to the words of the local adventurer.
"Aren't you going to Hiragis?
I guess only those who need help with Hiragis will come here at this time of year.
"We'll still have time, won't we? I'll train and be stronger and I'll be back here again."
"Training...... right. What if I go to Kensei...?
"If only that were true."
Me and Satti, Francesca are booked, but Schiller's not.
"With your strength, I'm sure you'll see Kensei. Good luck with your training!
Schiller waved to the adventurer and caught up with us on a small run walking ahead.
"Lord, that's it now..."
Seems a little awkward to put us aside on the spot and act like protagonists. We're the ones going to Kensei's for training, not to mention Syrah. Yeah, I guess I thought so myself.
But Syrah also has enough power to put up the lead wherever she goes, and she's well qualified to take the Kensei training.
"Did you have fun?
"Very"
That's what Syrah nodded. I see. Does Syrah like this?
"Then that's fine. Syrah gained so much strength. Don't hesitate with us, you can do what you want more."
"Yeah...... thank you, Lord"
"It's not like you're thanking me."
But Syrah continued with a small voice that could only be heard by me.
"I was told that I was the best person in the fort who was dropped by slaves, and that I would go to Kensei would not be laughed at. All thanks to the Lord."
But I don't think that's what I'm thankful for.