6.
"Ho."
"When I visited Princess Eltoria at the Royal Palace, I met Princess Jerez, who served as its guardian knight, and fell in love. But as I exchanged words with the princess, I realized. That there is another man living in the princess's heart. It's you."
"What?"
"The princess who talks about the day she fought with you at the Ninae Labyrinth looks really happy. The princess has trained since then, but she has crossed her sword with a tubolt to realize that you have climbed further heights."
"Jerez's sword was beautiful when he fought in Tubolt. It was a human sword that didn't fail to sharpen me."
"What do you think Princess Jerez would have done if a miracle had happened during her rendezvous at Tubolt and she had beaten you?
"What? No, I don't know. Satisfaction would have been gained, but was there anything you wanted more than that?
"Excuse me, have you ever been told by a person that you are dull"
"Don't even feel like it happened."
"I will clear Princess Jerez's carelessness."
"Mindless?"
"It means I'll reward you with one arrow."
"Haven't we talked about this?
"If I could put a knife in you, I would propose to Princess Jerez with that handle."
"Right. Well, come on."
Here the referee spoke.
"May I? Even if we start the game."
The two proceeded to the center of the Narima field.
"No poking. It is also forbidden to kill the other person. When I decide I'm out of combat, or one of them admits to losing, the game is over. May I?"
Recan nodded.
Sariel also replied to the consent.
Then we can both take ten steps back.
Two, each of them backed off.
"Begin!"
The referee dropped back when he issued the decree to start the game.
Sariel has a sword with both hands.
(Hmm?)
A knight must be used to a one-handed sword.
(And this guy's setup)
(I think I've seen it somewhere)
Lekan kept his sword sloppy in his right hand and advanced at a small stride.
(Hmm)
I can feel the fighting, but it's quiet.
(It's like you're dealing with a skilled swordsman)
At that moment when Lecan tried to carve a soft step, Saliel advanced sharply and breathlessly low.
The distance of the ten steps disappeared in an instant, and a sharp slaughter, as if it were a white flaming wolf's claw, struck Recan. It's a slaughter with a sword flanked from right to left.
Lekan knew the sword muscle. If I didn't know, I might not have let it go intact.
Rekan, half-step down and slashing, shook his sword up and waved it over his opponent's head.
Surprisingly, Saliel did not escape Lecan's attack. Instead of fleeing, he jumped into Lecan's inner nostalgia, while returning the blade of his sword and creeping the fundamental part into Lecan's abdomen.
Lekan could have killed Sariel if he wanted to at this time. Raise your sword speed and hit the target's head, and the battle is over.
But Lekan didn't kill this young man. I quickly hit Saliel's sword pattern with my left elbow as I stood back. He was elbowed into the hand holding the sword, and Saliel's sword stopped. Lekan pushed Saliel's right shoulder hard, trying to re-grip the sword, with a sword pattern in his right hand.
Even there, Sariel had a great reaction. I jumped back from myself. If Lecan countered the force he was trying to push, he fell apart, but by jumping from himself, he didn't let go of control of his body.
Moreover, as he bounced back, he shook the sword he held with his left hand from left to right.
Lecan stopped the leg he had chased and struck down Saliel's attack with his sword.
The two stopped moving here and confronted each other.
Sometimes Lekan didn't kill Sariel because it was forbidden by the referee, but he didn't want to kill Sariel any more.
Rekan liked this young man.
Straight and pure. And he had such sharp fangs, with a gentle face that didn't kill the bugs either.
(This guy's sword is the same genre as Arios)
(Similar to the intent that Arios showed us in the deep depths of the tubolts just now)
The completion is not as high as that of Arios, but the deliberate cleavage is only brilliant.
To behave on such a purposeful basis, there is strength of mind.
This aristocratic youth has the soul of a samurai.
And driven by his admiration for Jerez, he challenges monstrous adventurers to do just that on his own.
The thought arose that I could do it with a loss to this young man.
The confrontation ended in just a few moments.
Sariel examined his breath, swung up his sword and struck down.
There's a difference in height from Lecan, so it's natural to wave up your sword and attack.
Lekan was suspicious of the nature.
As soon as Lekan stepped back and launched the attack, he reversed the knife he had struck down and slashed it from the bottom. This is our destiny.
When Lekan stuck out his sword and took the target's attack, he took advantage of his height and weight to hold him down from the top.
Sariel pulled his sword and twisted his body, thinking he might have shown signs of resistance for a moment, and rolled out his sword aimed at Lecan's wrist.
(Good!)
It's an accidentally admirable breathing attack.