Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

"Okay, get ready."

When I changed into clothes for horseback riding and took the black leather gloves with my fingers, which Mr. Keel gave me, I went to Mr. Zelalk and Mr. Keel waiting in the living room.

The room reserved for me is three large rooms in a row. You have a bath. That is where the royal family lives.

"Sorry to keep you waiting! Let's go."

"Ooh."

I have quite a bit of karate, but I have no experience with Kendo. Not to mention, I've never actually seen fencing.

This was the first time I had seen a battle using a sword up close between Mr. Zelalk and Mr. Keel in the Forest of Cannibal Monkeys, but they both seemed to be handcrafted knights, strong and beautiful martial arts. So now I am quite excited.

As an elderly woman, she's going to get stuck with "Exciting point, yeah there!?" but... I can't stop being intrigued.

By the way, Eureiral flowers are still blooming securely in my palm this morning. At breakfast, Mr. Zeralk nodded contentedly when he showed Jeana secretly to the two of them, saying, "That better be reported to His Majesty the King today. I need you to recognize how much Zelalk is dumping on Ayame before things get screwed up," he said with a slightly darker eye.

"Those flowers don't make sense because they're magical plants, ayame. I mean, Zelalk's feelings aren't an obnoxious bother."

"Uh, impolite troubles are perverse to boys..."

"Don't tell anyone."

"Oh, sorry."

Apologize to Mr. Keel, like O'Kang, who worries about his son's sexuality.

"Anyway, thankfully not, so I need to tell His Majesty and his wife.... just to be clear, because I'm pretty, seriously, worried"

I'm sorry, Mr. Zeralk's father and mother.

I'm sorry I turned your son into a perverted wasting eagle.

... Ah.

Will I ever apologize?

And Mr. Zelalk at the time, who is making so much noise around him, said, "I have only honored Ayame as God's mercy from the beginning. I don't even have this kind of feelings, I'm a healthy defensive knight!" And I stretch my chest, and I say, "... where did you wake up and rub your face on the chest of that esteemed opponent, don't get on with it, Eagle!" I whimpered a little and didn't shrivel (squeeze) lightly, waha.

Bad, maybe the s attribute in me has woken up.

When I went to the Knights' extensive training ground, there were already a large number of knight-like men there who worked out their bodies every day.

It is a muscular, so mundane space.

But Mr. Zeralk is not the most mummy...... he seems to be in good shape.

He is tall enough for me to look up, nearly 170 cm tall. I wonder if the 190 cm is slightly over, nearly 2 meters?

But the muscles are firm, but not too mucky. It's beautiful, and it looks like a statue in a museum.

Yes, this man is not a loser, he is beautiful!

But my face was handsome!

Other men aren't as tall as Mr. Zeralk, but many still have neat faces. Since she is noble, will she daughter-in-law a beautiful princess and be born with many natural and beautiful shapes?

Incidentally, Mr. Keel, the redhead, is about 180 cm tall and skinny among the Knights. Probably specializing in physical surgery, a useless way to attach supple muscles. It also moves quickly.

My personality made me look slender and muscle-looking!

This one, don't be hot!

Anyway.

"Ayame, if you gently loosen your body, I'll teach you the basics of the sword"

"Yay!

I'm delighted to see the practice sword, which is in Mr. Zeralk's hands.

She's an old woman, but fun stuff is fun.

We did it, it's a real chamber!

I stretch gently to move the muscles, move all the joints, then roll out a few light pokes and kicks to make sure there are no abnormalities in the movement of the body.

Then he warmed up his body by doubling the poke or combining a few pokes and kicks, and said to Mr. Zelarc, "That's enough."

"What's going on?

I said, "Oh, brilliant!," he asked Mr. Keel, applauding. Then Mr. Keel said with a smile.

"That exotic martial arts is amazing. It's a beautiful move as if you were dancing. I was too fast to see anything in the fight, so I was impressed again."

"Thanks"

"... ayame, is that a state where God's protection is not working?

"Yeah. I've been doing this since I was a kid."

Answer Mr Zelarc's question.

"I see... it's a big deal to be able to fight that far without a weapon"

"It turns out that Ayame wasn't afraid of Zelalk from the start. I didn't know you were working out that far."

"haha"

If you two are so praised, you'll be lit up.

Then tell me the sword.

And as he groaned, he taught Mr. Zelalk how to hold his sword, "Look, here's how... Ayame's hand is small," "Mr. Zelalk's hand is big," and "You're gonna grab both hands with one hand, okay? There you go." "Ah, already! Don't be mean," "Ha, I'm sorry," "... stop being so mean - stop being an adult male -" if you're having fun talking.

"Your Highness, who are those little aristocratic children? This isn't a playground!

Yes, here comes the man you promised!

The fact that I am the brother (though my sister) of the 'Loved by the Spirit' of the Esterian Country has so far only been informed by the royalty and Mr. Keel, and by those of the Prime Minister whom I have not yet met. For if other nations knew, they might even march to get me. I am a joker-like hand of cards.

So if I tried to be another knight, it would have seemed to me that the noble boy was spoiled by 'Graciad's Raging Eagle' with his identity as an umbrella in a place of training to do his life's work.

This is my mistake. I didn't think enough.

"Harriston, this..."

"Sorry to disturb you!

I apologized for blocking what Mr. Zelarc was about to say.

"Hey, let's practice more on the edge"

"Ayame at the end!?"

But Mr. Zelalk, who is lifting me to angel level, said, outrageous.

"You're a guest of Graciad's, so I won't shy away from anything."

"But what gets in the way of training..."

The young man called Harriston seemed annoyed at the appearance of Mr. Zeralk, who sheltered me, "Oh, out of the way. If you don't want to get extra hurt, I want you to get out of here without saying it's the end," he said.

Don't bother with that. I don't mean to interrupt your work, but I want to move my body.

I saw Harriston's face, which was shorter than Mr. Zeralk's, but whose muscles were disappointed.

You didn't like the boss, and Harriston blushed, "I didn't expect to be confused with His Highness Zeralk, both public and private! I want you to stop bringing pets into a training ground sacred to knights," he said in a tone that distracted him from me and threw up.

"Hey Harriston, don't. Is that the courtesy of the Unol family for their guests?

Mr. Keel stopped him, but Mr. Zeralk seemed angry at Harriston's attitude, saying, "Oh, Harriston, it's rude to treat pets! I will not tolerate statements that discredit the existence of Ayame..." he roared low.

"No, no, hey, let's stop the fight! It was our fault for interrupting the training..."

Pet statements are annoying though.

This Ayame is a peaceful Japanese gentle OL.

Mr. Zeralk told the rude knight.

"By and large, if you are as good as distracted and untrained by the presence of ayames, you are useless on the battlefield!

"Oh, so is that. That's useless."

I, who was annoyed, accidentally agree with Mr. Zelarc.

"What?

The Harriston youth who hears it once again makes fun of me.... but with those eyes still observing (oh, there's a green scatter in the yellow! What unreal colored eyes! When Mityl sees it, he says "wow" and joyfully creeps through to the collection... no, no, that's a peaceful sitting area, not a hounding collector. But you'd do enough to screw a stone of the same color on Piet. No, I wonder if you could stone me if I gave you a crept eye... yuck, I get hunted) and so on, he said, "Come on! I said," Once again, it turned red, and I turned away.

Was I looking that dangerous?

You're not gonna lose your souvenir, are you?

"Harriston, Ayame is an amazing samurai, even if he looks like this. It's your bad habit to judge by your appearance."

But to Mr. Keel's words, the Harriston youth only returned the kind of laughter they made a fool of themselves by saying "ha".

"Rating such a boy's play as awesome sounds a lot tiresome"

"You..."

"Then shall I ask you to show off your skill? One thing for you and your boy..."

"Stop!"

Mr. Zeralk and Mr. Keel joined forces.

"This fataless!

"You're done fucking Sparn!

Hey!

I'm not gonna fuck you!

And the gallery was gathered at some point on this troublesome occasion.

"Your Highness, I know what Harriston said."

"Is that a prince of another country? But it doesn't matter who you are on the battlefield, does it?

Apparently, my presence was blind to all of the Knights.

In times like this, you settle fast with your fists, don't you?

"Mr. Zelalk, make arrangements."

"Ayame"

Don't worry, I won't kill you.

When I said with a full smile, Mr. Zelalk and Mr. Keel clasped their faces, and all the Knights who saw it saw me with a creepy face.

"... Is this child His Royal Highness the Prince of another country with a weak head?

That way!

"That's right! You guys want to see how good Ayame is?

Mr. Keel said, slapping his hand with a pound.

"You have a training puppet. Ayame, I'm sorry I'm a doll opponent, but can you show me some of Ayame's serious attacks? It won't bleed, so don't hesitate to fuck me."

"Oh, that's nice!

I slapped my hand on it, too.

I don't like blood on my hands and boots, so when you're a people-eating monkey, you've done quite a bit less. Doll opponents won't bleed, so they can give it all away, and it's my chance to figure out how strong I am.

Therefore, my strength judgment meeting was to be held abruptly.

"Oh, don't stand there. Because something might fly away. And I don't think you're gonna fly behind it, but I was wondering if you could hold your shield for once."

"Hey, hold the thickest shield!

In front of me, there are five bigger dolls than Mr. Zelalk, placed… or he stands pierced to the ground.

This doll is for training, and it's made of a thick ribbon with metal armor covering the surface.

And all the Knights are solidifying behind me. The guy in the front row had a shield and he said, "Huh? This is an exaggeration, isn't it?," while being quiet according to Mr. Zelarc's instructions.

"Bye, I'll go."

As I laughed and waved to all of the Knights, Mr. Zelalk and Mr. Keel and a few others who were followed laughed and waved back, softly pulling their hands in when they saw the Buddha top of the Harriston youth.

Stand against the doll.

Combat position, cover activated!

I rushed over to the doll as the flow of time slackened, turning and kicking.

Sparn!

My head flew nice.

Apparently, the vicinity of my toe is in a vacuum, cutting it off before it physically touches the doll.

Scone!

Poking at his abdomen, a large hole was emptied and pieces of metal jumped horizontally from the ground to a wall about a hundred meters away and stopped.

And I made a knife, and cut the doll into pieces, and shrugged and minced before it fell.

"I see."

Sparn!

"I'll be in a vacuum around my hands."

Scone!

Sparn!

Shaggy!

Sparn!

"Are you saying your whole body is deceived?

Sparn!

Shaggy!

Shaggy!

"Shit, if Michil finds out, they'll call you monsters."

Sparn!

Scone!

Shaggy!

Shaggy!

"Let's definitely keep it to ourselves ♡"

Sparn!

Shaggy!

"... Ah, it's gone..."

If I had done all I could to 'Dance the Monsters', what was a training doll would have been five piles that were only 20 cm long off the ground.

"I flew quite a bit...... oh guys, I didn't get hurt!?"

I was stuck obsessed and completely forgot about all the people in the gallery, and I looked back and said,

"... is... is... is... is now..."

"What happened? Why did that stiff doll slice..."

"Fragments... they're stuck in that fence over there..."

"We don't need to learn the sword... we don't need the blade..."

All of you, your eyes and mouth were wide open, but no one was bleeding!

Good for you!

"Sounds fine. Yes, here's the thing, thank you!

I thanked him properly and said, "Uh, do you have anyone you'd like to work with?" I asked.

No one raised their hands, so I looked at the Harriston youth and said,? "I tilted my neck.

He shook his head violently with the blurb and held his neck.

So people's necks are SPARN! I won't do it!