Neta Chara

I was refreshed in the morning to take the two of them to the training ground and wait for the instructor to come. The rash on his face coming to the training ground was no different from yesterday's.

After waiting awhile, the instructor showed up from the guild entrance with tools.

"You're all set, I'm training for physical surgery today. Sometimes in action, you lose or can't use your stuff. At that point in time, it's physically useful, because unless you lose your hands and feet, you can use them anytime, anywhere."

The instructor speaks refreshingly.

As I told the instructor, I can't think of anything that could break or lose a fortune in battle. But I've never hit or kicked, have I?

The instructor began to give everyone his gear when I was thinking about it.

Even today, I thought that plate armor (sheet metal armor) was supplied with leather armor (leather armor) and skin helmet (leather helm).

"Okay, let's go into strike practice first, but let's show you an example first, Kent Training."

The instructor has nominated me after all, I guess he's still going to adore me today.

"Yes."

"All right, stand up just like me. Bring your hands in front of your chest and close your sides. Keep your fists about jaw high.

I'll do as the instructor tells me.

"Well, fine. Okay, first of all, a blow with a basic fist. Let's go."

The instructor suddenly packs his time with me.

Yep.

Before I react to try to avoid it, with the instructor's fist adding spiral strength to my hips and spiral rotation of my arms, it hits my belly and releases the impact.

Boss.

"Gu..."

He punches me in the stomach and stops breathing for a moment. It was a blow that made me feel powerful enough even over the leather armor, so the pain kept me on the ground.

"And, well, this is it. Trainee Kent, stop looking at me. I did it. The point is, all you have to do is put a hip twist and an arm twist on the tip of your fist. Got it? Then we'll all actually do it."

The other trainees in the instructor's explanation looked like they only understood about half of it, but split into pairs and started preparing for strike practice.

"Oh, I forgot, but amateurs can easily hurt their fists, like putting leather mittens in their hands. And if you mittened it, you'd feel almost no pain getting beat up."

The instructor speaks out about important things.

Oh, my God! Silly Yarrow, put it on properly before you hit me! This is already out of range, isn't it?

I get up scrubbing my painful stomach.

"Okay, the pair are just like yesterday, okay? I'll teach Trainee Kent right away, without mittens."

The instructor has nominated me as his opponent, shaking his beard.

"Yes. Thank you. Please be gentle.

Today is the day I give this mustache instructor an arrow. Hair. Even if this body is worn out, it would be desirable if the faculty member had a mustache. I'll do it! I'll do it!

I've been burning up the confrontation with the faculty that's been going on since yesterday.

"Then Trainee Kent is a real fighter, so I'll put him on a team. Whatever you want, just hit me in, but I'm after the counter. Be careful."

The instructor put up his fist when he said so. I'll put up my fists and measure my time with the instructor.

The distance from the instructor is about two meters away, and my fist doesn't reach from where I am right now. This is where I can't get my fists delivered until I pack them in time for about a step or two later.

The instructor declares the counter, but when caught off guard and accidentally in time, it will be obvious in his actions since yesterday that he will call it a counter and attack.

So I feel like the timing of getting into time is important.

Jirijiri

I'm as fast as a tortoise walking, approaching an in-between instructor who seems to be in danger range.

"Trainee Kent, you still there? But you'll just unleash the blow, but come quick!

The instructor will rush me, but I won't get on with it. If you get on the invite and attack in a hurry, it's up to me to eat the counter and be friends with the ground.

Jirijiri

Hazard range Approaching critical. The moment you step on the range only slightly, the instructor quickly packs the time.

So, I'm packed!

Then the instructor's fist was rolling out trying to capture my temple from the left.

Chi, seriously, you're after me!

I succeeded in bending my body forward and squirting the instructor's fist. There was a defenceless instructor's abdomen in front of him.

All right, you should be able to!

As I struck out my fist to attack, I was caught scratching my body and stuffed with intermission. The instructor's knee pierced my stomach when I held my neck and couldn't move.

Gossssss.

"Gehu, what's a knee kick... geho"

Even though the sharp murder weapon's knee crossed the leather armor, it had a stronger impact than the fist I had just received, and I became friends with the ground again.

Damn, I didn't know your knees were gonna fly, but the guy in the faculty is seriously willing to kill you.

After all, counter-targeting meant from the moment we got in time.

"Hey, Kent trainee. Let me have more fun. Or did the scumbag man become friends with the ground! Or tired of sleeping with a maid at night!

I am even more confrontational to the words of the instructor. Even I've decided that it's totally more fun to practice night-time sleeping with a beautiful maid than to practice hitting with an old man with a mustache.

But now I'm starting to enjoy thinking about how to get a mustache out of you.

"Another bottle, please"

That's what I'm gonna say, get up and get back on your feet.

"If you're after the counter, Trainee Kent hasn't stepped in, so I'll attack you next. Prevent the attack on the steeple."

As soon as the instructor stood up, he entered in time. The instructor's left hook is shot out at my jaw. Raise your right hand to prevent the instructor's fist from hitting your jaw.

Oh, it's such a shock to guard! How serious is the power of having a guarded arm paralyzed!

I'm offended in my heart, the instructor's blow was as heavy as that. The instructor's attack continues, and now the right fist has been rolled out for the temple, so I guard the temple with my left hand.

Shit! My stomach's empty. No!

I know my abdomen is empty by guarding my head. I think the instructor laughed at me for a moment.

The instructor's hand grabbed his neck, bent forward and restrained his movements. Here comes the knee. The instructor's knee comes toward the abdomen.

Goh.

The sound of bones colliding with bones echoes. I was getting the instructor's knee kick with my leg sticking out.

Oh, thank God. But, hey. They say every shot is powerful for nothing.

"Ho, a surprisingly bumpy Kent trainee who prevented it. But there's no next time."

With that said, the instructor releases his neck and takes a distance in the backstep. I stepped forward to approach the instructor who was out of range.

Huh.

I can hear the wind cutting. Then a teacher's foot suddenly appeared at the edge of his sight. He's aiming at my jaw tip, lifting his arm and protecting his jaw.

Dosssssss

But no shock came where I expected it to be. Because the track of the instructor's kick was altered along the way and had a brilliant hit on my gala-empty flank.

"Gu... gehoggyhoggy..."

The pain and the pain of not being able to breathe make my knee fall on the ground. Seriously, is he a monster when he changes course?

Shit, I want to reward just one arrow somehow. I want to hit you because you only need one shot. What can I do...

In my eyes, there's sand on the ground. Blind... the instructor used it in yesterday's training.

Whatever means you use, I'll decide one shot.

I grabbed the sand.

"What's up? Trainee Kent, you can still go, right? Get up."

I do a quickie and provoking trick with one hand as the instructor rocks his body to the left and right. I held my hand in the sand.

"I can."

When I set it up, the instructor comes near me without hair on his hands. And when I come to the offensive range, I try to punch my preemptive right fist in the face of the instructor.

I open my hands and release the sand inside before the instructor's guard comes up.

Sand hit the facial of the instructor. But the instructor had shown no fright at all. Because my eyes were closed.

Ha! Did you find out?

But if you're closing your eyes, the blinking effect is the same, hit it again. But when the instructor grabbed the right fist that unleashed the sand, he pulled himself over and stabbed his left elbow against my flank with great momentum.

Gossssss.

"Trainee Kent! What are you going to throw sand at the instructor! Yesterday and today. He says it's dangerous to have joint moves this afternoon with you, so I need to think about a pair."

"Gehah... seriously, monster"

I fell to the ground with Dosari.

I'm sorry. I want to be a good friend with you (on the ground), I can't go out with you because I have some lovers and cute maids...

And so on, I was talking in my heart to the ground with an explanation I wasn't sure about.