Place the tip of the blade crushed fine sword horizontally in the throat of the opposing commander-in-chief's grandson.
Usually I only use swords with breadth when it comes to swords, so the art of fine swords is really only about upbringing.
Sieghardt, the grandson of the commander-in-chief who laid out a fine sword to stand before his body with sophisticated elegance against him, is educated in the skill of the fine sword, a court sword art, in order to join the King's Kingsguard Knights in the future.
"Let's go."
"Go ahead."
The struggle between lightly crafted fine swords is basically a fast battle.
Let's go, but Sieghardt doesn't want to come slashing in any time soon, keeping a close eye on my gap.
No matter how light you say it is, it takes muscle strength in your arms to retain the structure of a fine sword. Even if we keep staring at each other, my muscle strength will only put me at a disadvantage. That's what I thought and stepped in from me.
Avoid cutouts where swords have been played and waved as they are. Avoid it by slashing it, play it by distance. Huh, and even though the blade is crushed, I pay aggressively tangled in the hem of my coat to make a non sprinkling noise and stick it out on my shoulder, and keep at a distance to regain my posture.
… should it be said that boulders are traces of the Takemen nobility at the top of this country?
There are no gaps in the sword shape at all. It's more evidence than anything I know how to handle.
"Beautiful move, Laurenzorel"
"It's still loaded with archaeology!
Avoid his blade, which has been slashed to a foot, and tangle his sword with the tip of his sword. If it was meant to be, it would be the way the palace swordsmanship handled the fine sword once I paid for it - reflexively, I stepped straight into Sieghardt's nostalgia.
"Become!?
Gulli, and a deafening metal noise. Sieghardt, who beats each other with more force than I do with a thin sword that crosses vertically between them, can do more to push back. Without defying it, pulling his body all at once, Sieghardt slightly collapsed.
To accelerate that movement, I step back obliquely - kicking one of his legs up vigorously.
Bassi, there was a pleasant sound, and the commander-in-chief's grandson fell off his face on a thick mat. I pointed the tip of a fine sword at his back with my hands on the ground reflexively, and the instructor said, "That's it!" Raise your voice.
I put down my sword and that's how I remembered that this is a simulated duel and wanted to hold my head right now.
─ ─ I shouldn't. That was totally overdone. I chose a move that I was accustomed to unconsciously, but I shouldn't have done it.
"... eh?
The commander-in-chief's grandson glanced up at me in a terribly confused manner.
Are you okay? I'll call you. I feel blood coming down from my head as a result of what I have done. Still, he grabbed my hand and woke up when I rushed to give him my hand, asking him a bunch of questions about whether he could not stand up.
"Sorry, dude... are you hurt?
"No, I'm fine..."
In a bewildered manner, the commander-in-chief's grandson looks down at me from a slightly higher position. Should I say something, the moment I opened my mouth, the instructor said, "Uncle Cardia!" I called him to blame my name.
"Oh, Count Cardia. What is this, some kind of unproductive swordsmanship?
To the voice of the lecturer just saying, oh, still, I think to myself. The quiet auditorium began to flaunt Russia.
"Swordsmanship must be something more graceful and square. You, the nobleman, will not fight like such a civilian soldier!
"... sorry"
I'm sorry about that one. I waved my sword at my usual condition.... because the commander-in-chief's grandson was strong and he knew he couldn't win if he didn't.
In any case, the mock duel between me and the commander-in-chief's grandson now took place as an example to the other students in their first courtroom swordsmanship practical class.
If you use practical swordsmanship moves that aren't used in court swordsmanship to win there, you won't be set as an example. On the contrary, the opponent assumed that it was a battle of court swordsmanship only, so it was a complete violation of the rules. It's my fault on the one hand.
"─ Hmm. You're still a cowardly imitator, only famous for being a cold-blooded Earl who can tragically kill unarmed people with a cheerful face. That's the ugly, unpretentious way to win. It's like a humble civilian."
A mocking Eric voice comes down, and the next moment, Eric! and Sieghardt roughed up his voice. I guess Sieghardt was the one on the side who knew that my movements now would actually be needed on the battlefield, and he couldn't have missed hearing the insults now.
"Eric, there is no such insult to boulders. The word now, undo it immediately!
"No, Laurenzorel, wait. That was my fault..."
Calm down, and I'll whisper to forgive him. This situation is not good for boulders. The outside hearings are too evil, such as the grandchildren of the commander-in-chief and Eric yelling at each other, which is a near future side of Prince Wang.
"But now the word is an insult to the soldiers on the battlefield. I won't forgive you."
"It's true for him, even if it seems like an analogy. I certainly don't choose the means, and the earlier sword was originally learned from civilians. Besides, it doesn't make any difference that I used my cowardly hands on this occasion. I'm sorry."
I spoke in a small voice so that only the commander-in-chief's grandson could hear me, but I wonder who would have seen me accept Eric's mockery. Increasingly, the class's stirring grows and says, "Silence!" and the nobility of the lecturer lifts up his voice.
Since Prince Wang and Grace are not here on official business only on a day like this, it's hard to collect for the noise that usually fits right in.
... Oh, this is not good.
For him, "I tried to protect my honor" friend Sieghardt yelled at me for sure hurting Eric's young possession. Yet now, no one can forgive him.
"... what the heck, Sieg! Because you were the one who used your cowardly hands, for a light losing habit!
The sound of Eric's shouting, which caused the eclampsia, returned, and I looked to heaven unexpectedly.
Cut kids talk about things they don't even think about, and from time to time, they develop into big fights based on it - something that has already been learned.
"... what is it?"
A low voice filled with anger was heard from the mouth of the commander-in-chief's grandson.
I had no choice but to curse myself in my heart for causing this great lapse.