Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic (WEB Version)

Ho, is that ancient martial arts? That sounds like a lot of aikido. But it's in action.

Always keep near the edge of the arena so that the opponent doesn't take your back. When the opponent comes close, he breaks down and throws with a poke and a foot payment. Once thrown, put the chase in with knees, poking, or stepping.

If it's modern martial arts, stop it where you throw it. I don't know how to chase him. The smell of ancient martial arts assuming a real battle, which is sure to end the opponent, pumps. The lines of Japanese officials are extremely thick.

Well, I'm pretty sure he's a Japanese official as of Kozuki and Kusashi. It just doesn't feel modern. A modern man would be a sandal, not a grass. Must have been before Showa. It doesn't look like it was in the Edo era because I didn't tie my hair. I don't know.

The participants, who seemed powerless at first, also noticed how nasty they were around being stretched (of) or thrown away by about three. I rolled it away and stopped approaching. If it stays like this, I guess I'll scratch it again.

"Wow!?"

I thought, one big man grabbed another man's collar and threw him off the scene unconstitutionally. This guy's in good shape, too. The Viscount is no worse.

"He who freaks out at such a thin sister is not calling, just go home! Whoa, sis! I'll take care of the miscellaneous fish. Wait a minute!

"Aide of Awareness"

Aide? Well, okay.

A microphone plane set up over the arena picks up the participants' audio, and a speaker plane set up outside the window in the box seat is delivering it to us. The sound of the blow is vivid and immersive.

Still, what a manly brother you are. I also have power. It's just a regular category, though. A strengthened Viscount is a level of human abstinence.

My brother throws me away, or beats me down, and the number of people on the arena is dwindling. The surviving participants who saw it rush towards her. I guess I decided she still had a better chance of winning than her brother. She attached it without any bitterness, and quickly it was just the two of us on the stage.

She stares at her brother with his teeth out like a carnivore and laughs at him with no expression. Something like a scene from a fighting comic book. I'm still qualifying for the tournament.

My brother burst into it all of a sudden without exchanging words! That's pretty fast. His posture is low and his hands are crossed in front of his face. Prepared to take a blow, he seems soulful to catch it and bring it into a power battle.

Maybe that's one of the right answers. If you have that physical difference, you won't lose unless you have too much left to lose. If she gets ambushed, she won't have a chance.

In contrast, she takes off her grass on the spot, barefoot and waits. There is no rush to avoid it.

The brother who saw it increased his speed even more. He's going to blow it off-site. But I think that's a bad idea.

The distance between her and her brother narrowed, and the moment they came into contact - her figure disappeared.

"Huh."

She was directly under her brother. He falls asleep on his back on the stage, hands next to his head, and bends his knees all the way down. And open up your whole body and the power of your accumulated knees at once, kicking your brother's umbilical area up as much as you want!

"Grr!"

The giant danced through the universe like a lie, and after a long lag time - which would actually have been more than a second - your brother fell from his back to the ground. That was not on a stone stack of stadiums, but on the soil of the training ground stripping.

She turns back with the kurli as she kicks up the momentum, sitting upright and getting her messy clothes done.

"Oh, until then!

Kingsguard knight with a slightly confused feeling - the referee announced the end. She stood up, dusted on her feet, wore grass and thanked herself, and stepped off the stage. I don't show any pleasant bareback. Cool beauty type, I guess?

"Hey, that was a pretty good looking fight!

"Um, I lost, but that young man had quite a sight, too. If you join the Knights, you will soon show your head."

"It's that woman more than that! Sarasa, is that really your sister?!?"

"Sure."

Sarasa snorts tiny and cocky. After all, she's definitely your sister. Looking at it that way, it does have a somewhat similar face and atmosphere. It could be like that if Sarasa grows and her hair grows longer.

"Good. Yan! Family, I'm alive! Really, really good!

"That's right! I'm so glad you found your sister!

Everyone surrounds Sarasa to raise their voice of joy. I'm so glad Samantha's in tears. The basils, who were in the same situation, joined the circle without envy. Good boys. Sarasa has the usual expression.

"So, what's Sarasa gonna do now? Do you want to act with your sister? Or stay with us?

As soon as I asked, the air solidified. No, this is what I need to ask you. Guys, will you stop sending me glances like, "You, read the air"? Your gaze stings, doesn't it? It hurts, doesn't it?

"Residual"

Sarasa answers my question no time. No rounds at all? Maybe I've been thinking about it all through the game.

To the answer, the air that was wrapping us all around softens. At the same time, the air flows a little awkward. I know you're happy Sarasa stays, but you can't be happy that your family can't be together.

"Are you sure? You could be separated from your sister, right?

"Rewards, Home Training"

Mm-hmm. So you're saying I'll serve you until I return the favor? It's a family lesson, so I thought your sister would understand.

Conversations with Sarasa are a bit tiring because they require high 'guessing' abilities.

"Okay, keep it up. But I need to talk to your sister right through it. I'm supposed to be in the holding room, so let's go see him."

"Accepted"

Does that pure Japanese-style sister mean Sarasa's blood ties mean Sarasa is also a Japanese official? I didn't think it would look Japanese because I fixed my black hair on my back, but it looks like I was actually a Japanese official. I didn't realize you didn't notice that.

But we also have dark hair with Anya and Samantha, so you can't help but notice. Not all brunettes will be Japanese officials. Instead, neither I nor Jerkin's prince, who has been found to be a reincarnator, are they more rare to be Japanese officials and have dark hair? So I can't help but notice. and make excuses to yourself. No way, it's a metastasis, not a reincarnation?

The sixth set of sightings was left to the Viscount, and me and Sarasa and Cristella headed to the athlete's lobby. It would be annoying to visit in large numbers.

The holding room is usually used to change the knights' clothes, so to speak, the locker room. It's a room used by hundreds of knights at a time, so it's pretty big, about a little hall.

Now, not a knight, but a tournament participant. Most of them are supposed to be losers who fell in the qualifying round, but surprisingly few have dark faces. Maybe not so many people were serious about winning. They say there are also people in baseball who will commemorate the Protest, and there may have been many such commemorative participants this time around.

Alternatively, it might be for the reception of Knights of Defence recruits set up in the corner of the holding room. I knew it.

There are quite a few queues at reception. It's just that pride of power puts you in the Knights, so it'll ease the remorse you lost at the tournament. Oh, my brother just lined up.

Only one corner of it was quiet in a holding room with such a dirty feel. She sat in the front seat on a backless chair arranged between the walls. Close your eyes and move slightly.

At the foot of the chair is placed an aligned grass shoe and a slightly larger cloth wrap. You haven't seen it in a long time, bathroom. It seems that the plaid pattern, not the tang grass, is the actual product. Elongated bags are also placed on the walls. You're a little bent ahead. Is that a sword?

Men sending surprise glances to children and girls who are disproportionate to the sweaty pantry. I don't think I'm a nobleman because I wear it everyday today. Still no one is involved. There's a Knights official right there. Make a scene and you're under arrest & rescinded. Can't you get your hands on it until you take that risk?

"Sister"

Sarasa rang as she went to her front. Is it my fault that I saw the color of the tension slightly?

She was meditating, opening her eyes and staring at Sarasa. And I laugh nicely.

"Sarasa, I didn't expect to see you here."

'Aide' after all?