"Al, what about breakfast?"
"……Anything will be fine"
"Cheese toast, egg toast, fried white fish, bacon salad, pickled cabbage ..."
Looking at Al's face, I continue to name breakfast candidates.
"Scrambled eggs"
Slightly, Picri and Al's face reacted.
"Yes, let's make a scrambled egg. The garnish is a bean boiled in tomatoes that I got from Tanta's house, and the soup is chicken soup."
"Yes"
She has a hard look, but she can expect a little expression from the dish.
I smiled and told Al to wait in the living room and went to the kitchen.
For a short while, he decided to keep Al at home.
Al's parents are mikoshis in protests by residents of South Marsh.
For this reason he is now recuperating in the Half Oak Big Hawk mansion, the face of half humans living in South Marsh. It seems that the treatment is not being done by Newman in downtown but by a doctor in South Marsh.
"I understand what they're saying and how angry they are. I've been injured in this way, but I don't want to involve my son in such a hatred place."
Al's father said so and prostrate to me. The bag of 47 quarterperil silver coins is probably their savings.
I and Ritt raised his head and agreed to keep Al for a while.
"Good morning!"
Litt came up late.
When he greeted him cheerfully, Al did not speak, but bowed with Pecoli.
Did you get better than the first day?
At first, I couldn't communicate properly.
My parents were attacked in front of me and I abandoned my parents and fled. Also, South Marsh people abuse Zoltans who live in the same Zoltan.
For Al, who is still a child, it would be too much trauma to close his heart.
"Okay, I'm done."
The morning sun shining through the window on the scrambled eggs arranged on the table is reflected and seems to be shining. The good thing about eggs is that they appeal to the eyes first. It should not be an exaggeration to say so.
"I'll have you."
Lit next to me, Al in front, and we started eating together.
"Litt, please."
Ritt and Al are facing each other with a practice short that crushes the blade in the garden.
"Okay, please from anywhere"
The lit is not the usual double sword but one right hand. An upper stance with your left hand on your waist and your right hand above your head.
"What about the upper rank of the opponent?"
"Middle, counterclockwise"
Al holds the shotel in his right hand in the middle and slowly moves to the left as seen from Al, that is, to the right as seen from the lit. In this way, the opponent's own right hand restricts the view.
Whether he has found any victory or has abandoned Litt's sword pressure, Al jumps out and slashes at Litt's right hand.
But faster than that, Litt's sword was sucked into Al's shoulder.
"That?"
Al already swings, and there's no lit fist anymore. Litt's sword, which was stopped short of a shoulder and a piece of shoulder skin, would have easily shattered Al's shoulder if he was concerned.
"Once again thank you!"
Al shouted, and Litt smiled and nodded.
I watched them exchange swords while planting new medicinal plants and seeds in the garden.
I was surprised when Al, who was obstructing him, asked Litt to teach him a sword.
At first, Ritt refused, "Because it's not a beautiful swordplay to teach people," but after seeing Al's serious appearance, he began to teach, "If only the basics."
The weapon Al has chosen as the weapon master is Shotel.
It is a two-edged one-handed sword that has a special shape that curves inward, similar to the object that Litt uses.
It can be slashed beyond the opponent's defenses, and can be used like a normal sword by gripping the opposite.
Rather, it is a weapon suitable for armed opponents like humans.
Because of its shape, there are some tips on how to handle it, so I'm not confident I can handle it.
It is a sword used by swordsmen with backgrounds that have played an active part in stadiums such as Litt.
Weapon masters can be mastered by choosing any weapon. In that sense, a weapon like a short may be better than a simple weapon like a spear or a club.
He still has a scar in his heart, but he smiles occasionally only while swinging his sword.
Is it due to the blessing of the Weapon Master?
"I'm sure my wounds won't go away, but it's almost time to regain myself."
In the end, Al could never hit the lit, but no matter how many times the sword was hit, he did not drop his short.
After Al slept.
Litt and I were drinking coffee with a little brandy.
"Thank you, Litt has made Al Oita even brighter."
"It's more of a blessing than a mine. It's fun and I can't help getting the weapons to work the way I want."
Litt doesn't really care so much about his shorts. Of course, you may have some thoughts about your favorite weapon, but don't laugh at the shorts.
"I think blessing is working in the right direction for now. You need to be careful because your mind is unstable."
"Oh, I watch it too."
"Huh, but I haven't done anything to teach people ... I hope I don't have a weird habit."
Litt sighed and smiled.
"I think we're doing well, and lastly because it's a skill."
"That's right, but Gaius said that just knowing how to swing the sword was useless. There is a philosophy for the sword. I never won. "
Gaius, the mentor of Ritt killed by Asura Demon "Shisandan" and the commander of the Principality of the Principality of Loggervia.
By the time we were able to get in and out of the Principality of Rogervia, we were already transformed into Asura Demon when we were able to speak well.
Gaius is the only person who respects Litt who lived on his own terms.
"Can I tell Al that Gaius taught me?"
I speak with my hand on the cheek of Litt who talks anxiously.
"I can do it"
"For real?"
"Because it's a lit"
"what is that"
Encouraging my groundlessness, Litt laughs at her.
But I really do. I know Litt well, so I know.
In the words of Litt's sword, the existence of a good teacher who guided her, Gaius.
So, I'm sure Al-Gaius will be able to better convey what he's told.
"Thank you"
Lito closed her eyes and said so, with her hands on my right hand on the cheek.