It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

"Why is this world not nice to me? Ooh..."

The school was over and I was stuffy spitting such stupidity when I went back home and stuck in bed.

"The sword isn't broken… I'm glad it worked"

Careful of me burying my face in the pillow, Tütte gave me an example of what a good day it was.

"Well, that's good... I didn't get one crack in my grip when I was strong, and I didn't care at all that I was being sucked by magic... but..."

Turn aside the face you were burying in the chill pillow and look at your own sword that was on your desk.

First, they made a sheath and belt so I could carry a knife, that's good.

However, it will be noticeable that it is a white sword all the way from the body to the pattern, and I felt it would taste bad later when I was noticed using a white mine, so I decided to ask the painter with the Legalia family to paint it so easily that it would not fall off, that was good.

Just in case, I shortened the period because I had to get weird and I tried to receive it in three days, I thought it was perfect.

(I thought... I didn't expect that painter to burn his artistic soul to the finesse of sword making and immerse himself in it for three days)

The simulated sword in my sight looked so perfectly normal that I didn't think it was made of a white mine. It didn't taste good to see.

('Cause the original design looks like a legendary sword... if it's colored uncomfortably there, it won't be a legendary sword anymore... but I can't retake it to the painter who gave it to me with that satisfying face that I did, ooh!)

And today, when it came to the reaction of my classmates when I took it, it was stuffy. Everyone cared about me or laughed, but it wasn't hidden.

The worst part is Zach, who was my opponent. And when you look at my sword, you say, "What's with all that futile, fancy sword (toy)? Is that it, or are you a brave man? Did you even pull the holy sword out somewhere? How old are you this year?" And so on, he burst into laughter, and then he busted him with a thrust of anger, but still never cleared my mind, so when I served the sentence of not listening to him for a while, I forgived him because I had apologized peacefully in a few minutes.

Incidentally, Zach, who is highly valued by everyone for his strength, was abruptly busted by me, so I wondered if the rating would be revised downwards, and I courageously represented the words that we didn't say even if we thought they would, and dared to accept the offense of their anger irresistibly in a change of apology, and the fact that the rating was revised upwards to its cleanliness, well, it doesn't matter to me, but let me tell you.

"Rumors of people are only the first... and then you'll lose interest, and you'll be normal, so it's patience until then, my lady"

Fight I showed the gesture all the time and since Tütte inspires me I woke up and decided to change my mind.

"Right! Thank you, Tütte. I'll do my best!

That's what I said, pull out the legendary sword I had on my desk (laughs) and let it hang.

"That momentum, buffoo!

Tutte, who talked about hitting the hammer, blew out impatiently along the way.

"Whoa! What's that? Whoa! You traitor. Ooh!

I was going to wield that legendary sword (laughter) that I couldn't cut and chase a tutte running around the room.

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Then, when the months of patience passed...

"What? What did you just say?

"Shh, excuse me! Excuse me! So soon, it's an exam - soooo..."

"Oh, I'm not mad, don't make me cry, Safina... more then that"

"Huh? Eh... I don't like martial arts competitions because the exams take place and we have to play games ~"

"Right there!

"Hih! Sorry, sorry!

That was a conversation at noon after I encouraged my studies, when I was chatting with Safina in the bickering room. Safina is apologizing peacefully in a semi-crying state because it is something I inquire about with impatience.

"It's a game..."

"That's a quick way to compare the strengths of the students who came in this year! I'm looking forward to it!

When I'm roaring, there's always Zach talking more and more tense.

(Ku... you fighting people...)

"Besides, in tournament form, the top winners will be the top performers of the year! It's a burning development, right?

Get rid of the hot and painful man approaching me with his sissy hands and let him sit down.

(You're a good grader... as a Legalia family courtier, I'd love to... uh-huh, I don't like to stand out... maybe I'll win once for now and then lose... I'm scared I'm going to get bored after a lot of games...)

Over the past few months, I'm more or less going to grasp everyone's strengths in terms of practical skills. Based on that, it would be about Zach that would be okay for me to get a little serious and do it. Afterwards, the safina will be avoided properly, which means it's okay, but when it hits, it won't be sprinkled, so I can't be alarmed.

"How do you decide what a tournament is?

"Dr. Ikes always said that to be fair, I'd make up my mind with a scratch."

(Good... if you get caught up in the power balance of the aristocratic society again and get put in a hell of a place, it won't be something...)

"Screw you... if you can, Mary and I just want to decide who the female is in the finals! Beep!"

"Stop... why am I feeling like your rival... boy to boy, that sort of thing"

Still sissy and sinister the hot and painful Zach, as I look sincerely disgusted, I notice Safina looking serious as she leans over, gently stroking her little head.

"What's wrong, Safina? Is there something you're worried about?

"Dear Mary... uh... be... nothing..."

Something hung up on her. When she only put in the words, she made her laugh eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh

"But..."

"Ah, it's time for a practical course, let's go to the training center"

Still, I was unconvinced and trying to get from myself to martial arts training classes that Safina usually hated to escape from me for trying to say something, which made me more and more concerned her, but now I decided not to pursue it deeply.

Training station. It was a wide flat, built outside the school building, unlike the arena, and without an audience seat, it was a place without roofs or walls. From what I can tell, it's a school sports field.

As always, it is a class of stance in which a teacher who finds a partner from a gathered person and voluntarily trains in swordsmanship and physical arts, and who looks around at it, advises him or her if he or she ever thinks of anything, or the student asks the teacher.

I was in the process of training Safina to my partner right now. Why, it's her, because her dodging performance is way out of class.

I haven't had to worry about waving my sword, and then I've tried to see if I could do the cartoon and cartoon moves I had here in my previous life. No, in fact, I couldn't help but have fun because I've been able to do some. So, it's too shabby, and if you accidentally hit the target clean, and it's catastrophic, you can't even see it, so you're asking them for a safina with high evasion performance.

"Now, for the tournament, let's see if we can find something special."

"Hi, Special Attack!

Safina, standing across the street, began to horn at what I cared about whining about in a position that seemed to escape now.

"Easy, Safina! As I always say, your reflexes are out of range, so make sure they're as easy as Mary-like attacks."

I've been calling out to the safina where Zach is horny watching away from us.

(You're going to say about Dear Mary... maybe I'll bust you again... no, but my rating might be corrected upwards, so let's not...)

I sigh, pull out my own legendary sword (laughing) and set it up.

"Psst! Whatever, I don't care how many times I look at that overly luxurious sword, you're allergic"

When Zach's face, who giggled damned, was in the corner of my sight, my temples snapped.

"I won't talk to you. I'll put you to jail."

Zach rushes to block his mouth to my words like Boso with resentment. And then I remembered something and tried to change my mind.

I held the sword only with my right hand, lowered my right foot back as I looked at my opponent, and as I turned my posture sideways, I gave in slightly, lettering my left hand, with my sword tip between my thumb and index finger.

(Sure, did some Shogun Shifu read in a cartoon carry out a poke at such a setup?

Currently, the mainstream of my swordsmanship consists of poking. There's also a reason it's because the sword is a rapier, but it was easier to poke it than to shake it, saving power.

"Something cool! Cool, this setup! Humph, I think I'll win the tournament with this special blow."

"... win the tournament..."

I was intoxicated that I was somehow like myself, and I didn't notice the safina sinking into saying all the words that would win the tournament I said, and I was stepping as far as I could towards them.

"Safina!"

And when I realized she wasn't responding at all, I was in the middle of poking at her.

She also returned to me hah to my cry and moved to agitate, but it was already late in the day and had a clean hit on the left shoulder of the safina where my poking shifted my body to the side trying to avoid it.