Life with my Little Sister

"The Four Swordsmen of the Floor?

"Lord Left, that's what we call it."

There are only two of them...

Besides, I'm using multiple names on my own, so in a sense, it doesn't have to be the opposite.

They are called the "Four Swordsmen of the Building" because of the battle they fought decades ago, defending the building - the sentry platform and the wolf smoke station - to inform the rear of the enemy's attack and to say that they had arrived in time for reinforcements.

Since then, he has been active under the Marquis of Ventershoven and has been arrogant to the name of a warrior.

(Why do such fine people say that?)

He said he'd find me.

I don't know if it's my granddaughter or my house, but I want to protect either of them, so why?

"... so, what do you actually do to identify it?

"What was known. We are swordsmen. We'll measure this with our weapons!

In that case, it seems to be in direct conflict with what Michemon-san said about "heartbeat"....

"Don't worry. Are we samurai? Swap the blades and you'll be able to read it!

But this isn't "Samurai"...

I stared at an old man with "relatively young hair."

"... are you going to fight too?

"Why do you ask such questions?

The younger one stared at me vigilantly.

As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing better to do than tilt my neck.

"- I mean, you're making yourself sick, right?

"............!

I drowned myself.

Was that something you were hiding?

"Why... do you think so...?

"That's what it looked like. If you're mistaken, I'm sorry."

In the first place, part of the skin has discolored.

I think it's caused by toxins, but aren't you going to treat it?

Or is it simply discoloration? I think it's poison.

To be precise, I don't know if you'll let me see him properly.

(At this time, Abel would know at a glance.....)

Unfortunately, I'm immature.

The younger one said while staring at me.

"... even though you're young, you have a lot of eyesight. Sure, I'm not in the mood. I only came here to" find out, "as I said."

I mean, he didn't want to fight Hannah.

And then...

"I'm the one who's going to do it!

Your hair is thinner as you step out.

Meanwhile, Michemon exhaled a lot.

"This isn't stopping anymore.... Alto Crampet. I'm sorry, you're dealing with me. If you say anything more, it'll just take too long."

Michemon murmured that there was time for Claudia.

That's why I came close to the spare ring from where I was just now.

It's just a spare, and there's nobody around.

There are only three grandpas and a child named me.

The younger one stands on the ringside and Michemon is in a referee-like position.

And the one with the wooden sword in front of him is the one who will play with me.

"Um...."

Raise your hand. And he said, "What?".

"I don't even know your names. Can I ask you something?

"Oh, that's right. - I'm Lucan. Pistolix stands over there. You don't need any more information, do you? Han's conversation is determined to be with a fist or a sword!

No, let's have a drink.

Mitchemon's murmuring was ignored by everyone.

(I thought there was a real skill from the beginning, so I don't mind the game, but I don't really get it...)

They're the only ones who have a reason to fight, not me or Michemon.

So I'd like to finish it right away, but if it's strong, it won't work either.

"I will judge my victory and defeat on my own. Do you mind?

With eyes that seemed to resent subtly, the Textile Inquirer said that he was hiding.

But Lucan shakes his head.

"Dear Mr. Ehmont, This is to see how prepared this boy is. There's no winning or losing."

Does that mean it won't end until this old man is convinced? Are you kidding me!?

(Even now, Phil must be crying. I can't wait...!

If we can defeat them right away, we can defeat them. I thought so.

Please, be weak.

(It may be difficult because it has two strange names.)

Take a distance.

I don't have a spear in my hand.

The swordsman's opponent seems to have no choice but to compete with pure magic.

Michemon ignored Grandpa Mukimki named Lukan and told me.

"I will judge. I can't help it, so please do it as usual."

The words gave me a little peace of mind.

"Well, here we go!

"Answer!

"Wow!?"

The old knight suddenly came running and waved through the wooden sword without hesitation.

I can't see the feeling that "the other person is a child, so I can take care of it".

I didn't tell you not to get hurt, but come on!

"Did I...?!? Lukan's blow?

"You're a priest, aren't you? I'll do it normally."

I hear something from the ringside.

One seems surprised, but Michemon's voice seems boring.

"Oraaaaa!?"

The swordsmanship swinging down with a thumpy voice was fast and precise.

Unlike the wild sword of the Adventurer, it was an orderly, logical sword.

(It is the way people who are well trained to fight. Even though the direction is completely different, if you look at it in a big circle, it may be close to Yantine's. That is, the sword polished by training)

I repeat, it's fast.

Is it a technology that assumes "one-to-many", or has it adapted to that way?

(Regardless, I know that if you play with a spear, it's a skill you can't win without strengthening your body.)

Still, is this really an old man's move? It's a very versatile operation.

I wonder if you won't get tired, but I'm worried about this.

Fast.

Coincidence.

It's a lot of trouble.

However, it is inferior to the physical ability of Pugmarion and the fighting speed of brown good-looking men.

If that Runelloop girl, Manon, had been alive, I would have let her hold this sword with an arrow.

--But it's not as slow as I can get.

Over time, you may learn how to handle this body.

Even if it's awkward, it might be better to settle quickly.

"Oh! Are you just messing with me!? I won't let you use magic!

He's a sorcerer too, so he might be hungry to decide before I do anything.

--That's why we mesh.

(Here!

At the timing of the slashing, I hit the counter with a water bullet.

"Ghh...!?"

Lucan distorted his face into a large chunk of volleyball water pierced into his flank.

Even though it was a surprise, I stepped on my leg and put up with it.

I didn't think about it with my head, but it felt like my body had reacted first.

You're well trained.

--But I won't allow you to stay.

Instantly stack another hit and blow it off with water pressure.

"That mass of water bullets, in a flash!? And the chase is quick!"

"No, we'll be late, that's... If you allow yourself to endure your first shot, you'll be counterattacked from an unexpected place?

Michemon's reputation is tough.

But it's also true. That was my fault.

It seems that the old man who danced in space and was beaten on the stage managed to take possession.

While rolling, I didn't let go of the wooden sword.

"Oraa! It's not over yet!?"

The old man, who stood up with the mood of rifting, rushed again with a smiling expression of fighting spirit.

(There's a match, isn't there...!?)

The referee's old magician doesn't seem to open his mouth.

Is it possible to say "continue" if you decide to stay hidden?

(Or is it because you were 'satisfied you rolled and didn't chase'?

If so, it would be cloudy if you were thinking more realistically than a magic exam referee.

(Sure, I was thinking, "Down is the end.")

Running elderly people move quickly, but on the other hand, they are also visually slow.

Was the water bullet hit in a row?

"Hah...! Hah...! I can't lose! I can't lose with this!

His shoulders breathed and his sword-holding hands trembled, but his swordsmanship was sharp. Maybe it's because the body remembers.

As far as fatigue is concerned, we need to shake.

(Is this bluntness coming from old age? If so, is this guy already retiring?

Does this temper come from mere aversion to losing?

- No, it's not.

I know you're being rude, but I've pushed you here.

I suppose there's more to protect than that.

I felt the unbroken heart and determination of Miss Isabella during her exam the other day.

- Is that why you're here? That's why Michemon didn't decide whether to win or lose?

It's not just a handiwork on the board, it's a "mind."

"This exam is tougher than this."

Did my murmuring sound like an old prophet?

He laughed and moved his place slightly.

It's as if from now on, 'I know people roll there.'

The water bullet hits and the knight rolls back to the ground.

I fly the wooden sword with an extra water bullet and drop an extra blow on my chest.

The old knight's body bounced only once and then stopped moving.

I think I lost my mind.

"Den..."

That's what the old man left behind.

He said, "Your Highness," not "Your Highness," nor "Marquis."

(Did this guy work hard for Clara?)

A fine knight was there.