Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

28/12/7442

It's been kind of weird, but it's a good chance to appeal to your sister. You can't show me much embarrassment. Well, if you have to, you can just ice marinate it. She used to do it to Baron Logan, too. Whatever you think, there's no element of losing to me if you're one-on-one in a normal mock format. I'll have to show Zulu and Engela some good places.

He was riding a horse to the administration to pay luxury taxes while making a quick run for one. We just have to pay taxes in the administration, put something in the belly, and head to the riverbed.

Before I paid my taxes, I found the right restaurant so I ate there. The horse was kept in the stables behind the store and placed in a seat along the road. Bacon, bean soup, pork pickles, white bread. That was just the King's Capital with a large population, which I felt was a bit expensive, but it was a satisfying meal. The settlement will be paid later. Still, you ate Picata in an oath, that was your first time. Have you even made pork cutlets somewhere? There won't be any Japanese sauce, but I know there's mayonnaise and there's spicy pepper to look for. Yeah, now I have nothing to say if I have rice, but I can't help but leave you alone.

I asked for extra bean tea, as usual, and was satisfied with my creased belly and looked out onto the street. A pedestrian carriage passes through the block a little further. There are two mountain (Dwarf) -like men and women on your stand, and two Pu men on your escort, is that still a child because they're short? There seems to be one woman. It's a landscape that can be seen anywhere. Hmm? That escort or the trafficker's kid woman... looks like she's knitting her hair into one big threesome, but she's got black hair.

[Grinner Akdam/2/7/7429]

[F/14/2/7428 - Mountain Nation - Registered Free Citizen of the Duke of Lomberto, Kingdom of Lomberto]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 14]

[Level: 3]

[HP: 65 (65) MP: 11 (11)]

[Muscle Strength: 11]

[Jun Min: 6]

[Dexterity: 15]

[Endurance: 11]

[Unique Skill: Terrain Memory (Mapping) (LV.8)]

[Special Skill: Little Magic]

[Special skill: Infrared vision (Infrastructure vision)]

[Experience: 7821 (10000)]

Oops, just because you have dark hair doesn't mean you have to make an appraisal... what? There's a deficit now, isn't there? I don't know because she disappeared out of sight before I looked at it in detail, but I think there was a deficit. Inherent skill! I can't do this! At least keep your voice on!

I pull a sheathed sword from the next chair to take a seat. I guess I was in too much of a hurry to change my blood phase, just when the bean tea and the servant woman I brought was screaming "hi" and zeroing the bean tea. I'll grab the sword.

"Turn the horse."

and popped outside the screaming store. But from the store.

"Eat and run, eat and run!

And the scream goes up. Shit.

"I'll pay you later."

I didn't pay for the bean tea anyway. But I'll pay you ten times later. and when I tried to rush out towards the stables, they grabbed my arm. Damn.

"Greed, isn't that you? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's right. That's right. You're the captain! Seriously......

"Oh, I'll pay you right later." I don't know how much you're in a hurry, but pay me right now. Otherwise, you won't be able to overlook it. "

... Oh, shit.

"Yes.... see, it's the price. I don't need fishing. Turn the horse, hurry up."

That said, when I find a piece of silver coin from my wallet, I give it to the store's service. I'll pay you a fucking expensive 800Z lunch fixer plus more than 10X 10000Z for bean tea.

"Mr. Gried. What's the matter with you? Not like you. [M] Noble things, make more room. You're in such a hurry, but you won't be able to escape from the workshop. There's still some time left."

As I looked around, in addition to Baron Logan, there were also Associate Baron Bitwers and a few people who looked like members of the Knights without a name, looking at me with an unexpected look on their face.... can't... Even if you hurried the horse around for me, it would take some time. In the crowded Wangdu during this lunch, we lose sight of a single carriage if we turn somewhere along the road. Yeah, if this is the case, I might have managed to keep the horse for tea and come back for it later, just pay first, and the horse would have run desperate to keep it.

I can't believe I found someone who looks like a reincarnator and forgot too much about me for excitement.... I honestly don't think I can do it either.

scratching his head galloping, and deluding the illumination,

"I disturbed you. On second thought, there was nothing to panic about. I suddenly remembered I'd lost track of going to pay my taxes, and I panicked. I've shown you something ugly. I'm so sorry."

That's what I said and bowed my head.

"It's okay. Luxury taxes can only be paid within one month of the date of proof of sale. Don't worry about it. But you panic when you have a lot of money."

That's what he said and laughed at me. I do have a lot more money than 100 million Z's right now. I'm embarrassed, but that seems like a better way to flush it. I bow my head again, and when I finally cross the horse I've been pulled out, I go to the area where I saw the carriage earlier just in case. But I still can't find the carriage.

It was clear that there seemed to be a pedestrian or escort adventurer or, anyway, a reincarnator who patrolled Lombertier or Lombertier. Worst case scenario, if I put a net around here in a month or so, I might catch it. Even Ralpha and Bell will cooperate in the search then.

When I went to the government and paid my taxes, I headed to the riverbed practice area.

My brothers and Xenoms were already in the workshop, starting with my sister. When I arrived late, I was in a quick questioning attack. I thought you said you'd explain at night, but, well, you wouldn't have a choice. I was surprised even my brother, who should have already told the royal family that he was delivering the 'sheath'. You wouldn't expect me to be in direct contact with a well-known royal family just because of how much they deliver to the royal family.

I can't help it. I was misled when I said that I was on edge and was delivering rubber products directly. It didn't seem so strange because she told my sister that she had met her face directly in the repair of the waterbed, but it seemed surprising that all the queens knew about me on the boulder. Finally, Yur and Marine also said they would visit the inspection.

My brother, my sister and I talk away from everyone.

"Miloo, captain and deputy captain, and was squadron captain...... how much arm? And can I use magic?

My brother asked my sister.

"That's very strong for each of us. The magic... I wonder. It's easy to win when we use magic, and I've been forbidden to do magic lately during mock warfare..."

Your sister replies. Well, I guess so. There's no such thing as a guy who can beat us in just a magic match. If I always used magic all the time, it would be archaic.

"Al, I'll see what I can do with the magic for now before it starts, but when we're talking about Miloo, maybe you should think we can't use the magic. We don't know who we're dealing with. But don't just do it. Absolutely sticky. According to the contents of the mock battle, if we were able to compete to a good point, we would lose critically at the end by mocking Miloo against our opponents. That's good."

Yeah. That's fine. I want to do something that will help you cover your sister, if possible.

"Oh, I get it. Honestly, I don't know how far I can go with the First Knights, but I'll stick with it as much as I can. Sister, you can use a spear, right?

When I agreed with my brother's idea, I re-gripped the sword I had on my shoulder.

"Nothing good, but yours didn't crush the blade and you can't. You can't put a wooden sword in that spear, can you? We're not auditioning for our sister and brother, so we can't be serious, can we? Besides, some people have new armor today, so they won't even be using metal knives."

"You have a wooden spear, that's what I'll do."

You won't be able to use all the moves, but you have to do something about it.

"I don't even have a wooden spear as short as you use it."

Hey? Me, I don't think I'm winning... Then I can use my sword quite a bit. I can compete well with my father and brother. But the Phantom of the First Knights... you can't do it on a boulder... I can't use magic, I can't use a gunsword, oh, now it sticks, or hell. Well, the leveling should be increasing the local power, so we have to do something about it over there...... Oh, yeah.

"Ya, why don't you keep it sheathed on the spear? It's an ebonite sheath, and this would say," The contents would be iron.... By and large, you will also see Her Royal Highness Lady Eulsford and Her Royal Highness Lady Marinen? I can't help but think of something that could hurt you. "

It was absolute. I don't have a choice.

"Al, well, come on. He says you can't use a spear, it's harsh, etc., and the labyrinth adventurer serves? Don't be extravagant. I'll have to do it with something prepared. Even I don't think it's that easy to beat the First Knights. But I just have to do it. I just have to ask you to lend me your chest because I think this is a good opportunity. I'll just try to appeal to Miloo on top of that."

That's what my brother tightened. Ralpha called out as I slowly went to Xenom and the others with a blue face.

"Good luck, Al. I'll back you up."

Whoa, watch me get half-killed. But I'd like to put at least one tae knife in it.

"Good luck, Mr. Al. I'm here for you, too."

Belle, I appreciate the backup, but I think I can get you to practice healing magic. You won't use it anyway, but keep your magic warm.

"Your husband, if you're your husband, even a true knight can win."

Zulu, you, you're from Dabus, so you're keeping the First Knights with the proper Knights there, aren't you? If that's the case, I'd be comfortable with it.

"Sir, it's okay, you just have to make it magically weak, as usual"

Engela, they're not supposed to use magic. Maybe I don't think I can show him a good place.

"Al, I think you can do it there even if the First Knights are opponents. Spin him a good spear like you always do."

Xenom, the gun sword was also banned. I just have to do it with my sword. Well, you can kick it up or use it, or you can kick the dirt up and crush it. This one's not a knight, and he's not even a regular soldier. You're going to have to show me how to fight a muddy adventurer rising up in the Regiment of Ordinary Sciences. The back sword is sealed, though.

Oh, no, there was no good. That's the one that's been out of business lately. I can't even use this guy to dress up without letting him bathe a knife or so. As we did so, we gradually gathered because the Knights had both training and afternoon training. Practice wooden swords and wooden spears are also carried out and prepared from storage like a digging shed built in the corner of the riverbed.

I'll go ahead and inspect the equipment on my own. Correct the unevenness of the protector that protects each part of the body, crushing discomfort as it flexes and jumps. Remove all the water bottles, small storage and other disturbing items that were hanging with D-rings on the grass folds of the hips, and lighten them up a little.

Wear the helmet out of the saddlebag and tighten your knuckles by the jaw. Our brothers, wearing helmets of the same design, finally laugh at each other. My brother made his neck snap before shaking his shoulder and holding a training wooden sword in his hand. My sister also turned her shoulders one spin at a time before pulling out the wooden sword.

I opened and closed my hand to check the grip, and once I had an equally affordable wooden sword in my hand, I made a bare gesture to make sure it was balanced. A short distance from us, Lieutenant Bitwers is wearing sheet metal armor (full plate armor) while the two squires help him. Squadron Commander Kendus is also wearing a stacked armor (Sprint Mail) with the assistance of his squire. Only Captain Logan looks like us rubber protectors.

The captain walked in and said.

"Sorry, no magic today. Don't worry, there are a lot of guys who can treat you if you get hurt. Yeah, you can treat Greed. You'd better put a good two ahead of you. And, Gried, I hear you have no experience with knights, so I'm not riding. Is this it?

Just as I expected. There is no denying it now.

"" I understand. ""

"Ha, roger."

Only your sister has a military tone. It's active, and it's obvious.

Well, who's my opponent?

It's like they're already sealing both hands and legs, and whoever they're dealing with won't win. At least if the strongest person would deal with me, I'd be covering for my brother and sister. But all three of us will be unscrupulous and tough anyway, doesn't that make much sense?

Let's appraise it while we can.

[Rod Terry Logan/28/6/7426]

[M/20/5/7402 · Pu · Baron Logan Headmaster · Duke of Lomberto Knight]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 40]

[Level: 17]

[HP: 135 (135) MP: 25 (25)]

[Muscle Strength: 23]

[Jun Min: 23]

[Dexterity: 18]

[Endurance: 21]

[Special Skill: Earth Magic Lv.2]

[Special Skill: Water Magic Lv.3]

[Special Skill: Fire Magic Lv.3]

[Special Skill: Wind Magic Lv.3]

[Special Skill: No Magic Lv.4]

[Experience: 726253 (810000)]

[Jeffrey Bitwers/21/7/7438]

[M/2/6/7405 · Pu · Associate Baron Bitwers Headmaster · Duke of Lomberto Knight]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 37]

[Level: 17]

[HP: 140 (140) MP: 15 (15)]

[Muscle Strength: 23]

[Jun Min: 20]

[Dexterity: 20]

[Endurance: 24]

[Special Skill: Wind Magic Lv.4]

[Special Skill: No Magic Lv.4]

[Experience: 687921 (810000)]

[Sagan Kendus/28/9/7440]

[M/17/6/7414 · Pu · Sir Kendus Homeowner · Duke of Lomberto Knight]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 28]

[Level: 14]

[HP: 138 (138) MP: 16 (16)]

[Muscle Strength: 23]

[Jun Min: 19]

[Dexterity: 18]

[Endurance: 23]

[Special Skill: Earth Magic Lv.2]

[Special Skill: Water Magic Lv.3]

[Special Skill: Wind Magic Lv.2]

[Special Skill: No Magic Lv.3]

[Experience: 439160 (450000)]

I guess I could say all three are fierce. If there is no magic, maybe the strength of the three won't change much...... no, I guess the captain and deputy captain are exceptionally strong if you consider the training of the Knights and the real-life experience they worked out on the battlefield. Sir Kendus' level is lower than mine now, but his strength will certainly be higher than mine.

I don't have a choice anymore. We just have to do everything we can to get to where we can. I'm not losing out on each ability. We just have to make the most of it and step on it. All right, everybody, look. I'll scratch your feet, scratch your feet all over you, even if you're thin. I'll lose. Even over there, you don't seriously think you can pepper your sister's words into boulders and be stronger than your sister, etc. It may not be a move, but I've already defeated many demons with just swords and spears. Don't even let that plunder you. I'm not as hopeless as I was when I had one-on-one sex with Horndbear when I was a little girl.

Barkud gets licked or I'll blow you a bubble.

"Well, that's a total win. Shall we all do it one at a time?"

That's what the captain said. Oh..... unexpected. Well, if you could even get the treatment right, you should have guessed.

"As soon as Her Highness arrives, keep warm."

says the vice president. Not to mention mock warfare. I've never done it with anyone wearing real metal armor (plate mail) but sheet metal armor (full plate armor). Wherever and how you type like that, it will be judged valid.

"Don't get too hard. The power of Webdos' Black Eagle, I look forward to it."

That's what the squadron leader says and laughs at. Besides me, I guess. But look. Maybe you're the easiest to give.

That's how Her Royal Highness and his Highness arrived at the workshop as he spoke to us to ease our feelings. Everyone, kneel down and grace your men.

"Good, raise your face. Don't worry, we're the ones who came out of nowhere."

That's what Yur said and smiled. That's how they both look in armor. Only around the torso is metal armor (plate mail) and then it looks like overlay armor (sprint mail). What are you talking about? Well, no. And that's brilliant armor. It seems expensive with decorations everywhere.

"All right, everybody stand up. Here we go, follow me."

That's what the captain said and headed to a circular training ground a little further away. Do you do it there?

Looks like the other best opponent is Squadron Commander Kendus. Then it would be me at first. I say "first" to my brother and walk out to the training ground. If I did it first, I could pull a little out of their hands, and it would make it easier for my brother.... I'll do it!

[Alain Gried/5/3/7429]

[M/14/2/7428 · Pu · Sir Gried's second son]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 14]

[Level: 15]

[HP: 134 (134) MP: 7425 (7431)]

[Muscle Strength: 21]

[Jun Min: 27]

[Dexterity: 20]

[Endurance: 22]

[Unique Skill: Appraisal (MAX)]

[Unique Skill: Talent of Heaven (LV.8)]

[Special Skill: Earth Magic (LV.8)]

[Special Skill: Water Magic (LV.8)]

[Special Skill: Fire Magic (LV.8)]

[Special Skill: Wind Magic (LV.8)]

[Special Skill: No Magic (LV.8)]

[Experience: 461085 (560000)]

I wouldn't be so inferior if it was just the value of each ability, would I? I'll give you a try at how much Jun Min has been stretching consciously lately. I walked slowly to Captain Kendus' current position, and when I confronted him, I set up a wooden sword, and I said, "Thank you!," he offered his head. And he got a good one on the back of his head, and he kicked me in the crawl, slapped me in the back with a wooden sword, and lost. What? Sora. A wooden sword would have died if it hadn't been for a helmet.

"Mr. Gried, the moment you enter the arena, the battle is starting. You don't need to bow your head to the enemy. Your loss."

That's what the captain of the second squadron, Balxas Squadron, who is adjudicating, said. I tried to complain to the boulder, but I gave up because my brother and sister looked sinister. Damn it. Is that so? I'm too scared to see the Zenoms. You'd make fun of Ralpha or something. It seems the rule of one-on-one mock warfare is that losing stays better. I didn't get any wounds to treat, so I can keep going. Sounds like he can't get out of this practice area until he magically treats you and the pain doesn't go away so easily, or the opponent goes round and round, or wins.

Looks like the vice president is next. Now it's time for me to eat you up at all costs. I was prepared to stay alert. There is no gap in the vice president who holds a kite shield close to the lid that is larger than the normal one on heavy sheet metal armor (full plate armor) and holds a wooden sword in the upper stages that mimics a long sword. Now it's time to use your agility to flirt with someone wearing heavy metal armor (plate mail) and aim from the blind spot. I'll add a blow to it.

The deputy commander approaches with a twist and a slip.

A cold December breeze blows dust and dust in the practice area where the soil surfaces are uneven.

I move to the left with both hands with my wooden sword in front of my eyes in the same way with my slip. I don't want them to use a shield, and if you wave a sword with one right hand, it should be harder for them to do it, too, looking at it from the other side and positioning it to the right. My distance is gradually shrinking.

5 m…….

4 m…….

3 m.

A little more.

And that's when the deputy commander stepped in at a rate that exceeded my expectations. It's the average squire speed wearing a Barkud rubber protector. Fast!

Is it really that heavy looking sheet metal armor (full plate armor) worn by the deputy commander who steps in with his wooden sword swinging down like a hanging from my right shoulder with the temper?

While I thought so, I managed to make the first blow by throwing my body on my right side to dive into a sword that was swung down in a hanging manner. I put a thrust in my right hand aimed at the deputy commander's chest, but was held back by a shield and vaguely diverted from the tip of my sword to the left.

But keep looking at it from me. I try to shake my left arm backwards without defying the movement of my right hand, which deviates in the left direction, and drop my hips as I rotate in the left direction, aiming at the Deputy Commander's left knee with my left foot, turning and releasing a kick. It is a deformation of "joint kicking" in "hand-to-hand fighting," "gunsword fighting," "dagger fighting."

The heel of my boot, solidified by Ebonite, spins from the outside behind my galloping left knee.

I was able to snag my left heel onto the end of the armor covering the Deputy Commander's left knee. The aim was to shake my legs out like this and disfigure like a knee cunt.

But I'm not scared to say that I did use centrifugal force to put my heel on the end of the armor covering my left knee. I guess the fully covered sheet metal armor won't bend in a weird direction unless it definitely hits the back of the knee except for a muscular gap behind the knee from the left leg to the toe of the nail.

I immediately rounded my legs and rolled forward to the right. My shield swung down perpendicular to where my left leg was stretched to the brink and stood on the ground. Oh, it's dangerous...

Using the rolling momentum to get up, he swings the wooden sword to the right, still holding it in his right hand, and now he rotates right and turns back to the deputy commander. In the meantime, the deputy commander was also pulling the shield off the ground to finish the change of direction.

I switched positions and went back to almost the first state. All you have to do is put up a deputy head of the First Knights of the Boulders, and you look stunning. I don't care what you think if you go decent, you won't beat me.

Now I want to take the lead. It's all that heavy, no matter how good you are and how fast you go. Not as good as me. Calm down, weave the feints and flirt, leveraging your speed to find a winning chance.

Grasp a wooden sword in your right hand, your left hand stretches to your heart and left to balance, weighing on your right foot stepped forward.

Now jump in the right direction where the shield is positioned. The deputy commander follows me and opens his shield. Now! I jumped in with my hips dropped to hide in the shield, but hid in the shield and I can't see my left arm moving. When I hung my left hand on the right side of the shield, I pulled it to my left. If it works, the deputy commander should shift the shield from the left side to the front of the body. His wooden sword in his right hand at the same time won't shake well.

Though I thought so. You must have judged me the moment I put my left hand on the shield. Without defying my left hand movement, the deputy commander seems to have decided to rotate in the right direction and also use centrifugal force to beat me down with a sword held in his right hand.

I'm more irresistible than I thought, leaving it to momentum with a light feel and my body opening to the left. But that's it. It's not what I planned, but this is also a move that has been scattered for a long time. When you raise the sword in your right hand and draw it to your body, stick your elbow out and put an elbow punch in the back of the rotating deputy commander.

Sheet metal armor (full plate armor) with armor all the way to your back, is that something you can stand without getting elbow punched in your back and disfigured?

The deputy captain stepped on a bump when he had a clean elbow punch in his back and was stopped from spinning. Next time I put a joint kick in the back of the Deputy Commander's right knee in the ideal shape in that gap, he easily collapsed. He reached out his left hand to the helmet ornament from behind and slammed his right knee kick into the back of his head as he grabbed it and pulled it down.

If it's true, it's a concussion. But a sheet metal armor (full plate armor) helmet on a boulder seems sturdy. Or is it even cushioned in the gap in the back of the head? Of course there seems to be damage, but the deputy commander was roaring and moving even as he fell from his back to the ground. But I can't do anything anymore. I laid a sword on the head of the deputy commander who was falling with his head over this way, leaning back at my feet.

"Greed, you win!

That's what the referee declared. He is defeating his opponent on his back and holding his head down. Instead of a blow, I can punch it in as I please. I guess that's why I won. Whoa, whoa! I won! We beat the vice captain! I clenched both fists and left the exercise area behind. I stepped out of the exercise area and stood next to my brother. I was proud. My brother said in a low voice, "Well done. I'm next. Look," he said, grinning with a nigga, stepping into the exercise area in the wrong place with me.

[Fanstern Gried/1/4/7438]

[M/21/1/7422 · Pu · Sir Gried's eldest son · Marquis Knight of Webdos]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 20]

[Level: 8]

[HP: 94 (94) MP: 339 (339)]

[Muscle Strength: 15]

[Jun Min: 16]

[Dexterity: 12]

[Endurance: 14]

[Special Skill: Earth Magic (Lv.6)]

[Special Skill: Water Magic (Lv.6)]

[Special Skill: No Magic (Lv.6)]

[Experience: 74969 (80000)]

You look inferior, but that's not true. This content is no different than when I left home this spring except for my experience. However, I have gained 9,000 experiences in just about 9 months. He must have done quite an archeology, and he must have patrolled vigorously.

My brother is waiting for the deputy commander to get up with a wooden sword without alarm. I thought sheetmetal armor (full plate armor) wouldn't allow me to get up on my own, but that doesn't seem to happen. As he rolled over and leaned down, he raised his torso with his hands like an armrest, kneeling at the same time, and with his wooden sword and shield in his hand as he did, he then rose one foot at a time from the point where he poked both knees.

Well, if you can't wake up on your own, or have a concussion with my knee kick, you'll die easily losing your mind as much as you fell off a horse on the battlefield. I saw it close to that, and found out that it actually struck, but that looks heavy, but the weight seems to be dispersed all over the body, and you can move it pretty easily.

Looks like he's going straight against his brother. You must have been confused by an unorthodox, unorthodox swordsman like me, but my brother is orthodox. You're gonna get hurt to say you're wearing sturdy sheet metal armor (full plate armor) when you think you're just like me.

I was just like my sister, sticking a wooden sword to the ground and putting my hands on it, watching as the mock battle between my brother and his deputy began.

The deputy commander sets up a shield just like he did when I did. My brother holds a wooden sword in his right hand and his left hand is only lightly accompanied.

My brother set me up first. He waves the wooden sword from the upper stages with his stepping temper at a rate like lightning on his father's concession. When the deputy commander shields it, he still swings the wooden sword in his right hand down from the upper section.

Looks like he got it with a simple shield on his lower left arm. Four iron bars measuring about 1 cm in diameter have been planted. Pain will hurt, but bones won't break, and you won't be paralyzed. He sifts his arm outward at the same time as receiving the Deputy Commander's wooden sword with his left arm on the evidence, diverting the wooden sword's orbit from his body.

At the same time, as soon as he flew back and forth, he placed the wooden sword horizontally with his hands and proceeded with his thrust. Now his left hand is beside the pattern, and the wooden sword is resting on his left hip. The right hand just goes with it.

The deputy commander also responds immediately, straying from the orbit of his brother's wooden sword, which he pokes at his lower abdomen with a wooden sword in his right hand, swinging to punch him with a shield on his left hand. Did your brother predict that?

Reaching out his right hand, which was accompanied by a wooden sword, he pushed it straight up when he put his hand on the lower edge of the shield that the deputy commander shook up. Then, without diving under the shield, he slashed it to his torso with a left hand wooden sword, diving through the deputy commander's right side.

Gong, a dull sound appears to have been found to be an effective hit. The referee Squadron Commander Balxas raises his left hand. But still, I just got one ahead of me. The simulation continues intact. Afterwards he flirts with the deputy commander to the right with a quick move as if he were both handy, as well as repeating the attack almost unilaterally, but he didn't get a good hit.

That has been happening for almost another minute. I would be so tired to say brother to a boulder. It's not a good time to decide. Even when I was in mock warfare with me, when I was thoroughly guarded against the war and it fitted well, my brother ran out of strength to win.

My brother staged a sword to hang him from the upper right and advanced to the deputy commander. Aah! That's not good! And he seemed to wave a wooden sword down his shield as he advanced, but his brother seemed to be after him. He slowly ascended from a crawling motion on the ground, like bypassing the shield from the bottom as it was when he shifted the angle without hitting the shield and swinging it down to his left hand, poking it into the Deputy Commander's right leg.

Since releasing a left punch at the first one in this simulation aimed at the lower abdomen, all attacks have been from the upper and middle stages. Has the deputy commander been bewildered by the attack from the lower section, which he showed for the first time? Anyway, the attack from my brother's lower section was beautifully decided.

"Lord Gried wins!

My brother finally smiled back at me. "No, it's boulder. It would almost have been a coincidence to win. The same armor would have lost," he says, exhaling, "but winning is winning. I lost the first battle (though I don't think so), but we were brothers and victors of the First Knights!

Come on, now it's your sister's turn.

[Mirhia Gried/15/12/7439]

[F/2/2/7424 · Pu · Sir Gried's eldest daughter · Duke of Lomberto knight]

[Condition/Good]

[Age: 18]

[Level: 8]

[HP: 82 (82) MP: 866 (866)]

[Muscle Strength: 14]

[Jun Min: 15]

[Dexterity: 14]

[Endurance: 11]

[Special Skill: Earth Magic (Lv.6)]

[Special Skill: Fire Magic (Lv.6)]

[Special Skill: Water Magic (Lv.6)]

[Special Skill: No Magic (LV.7)]

[Experience: 66241 (80000)]

Well, it's been almost a year since I went home on vacation to my sister's head this year to see her sword. How many swords were planted in the First Knights?

As she set up the wooden sword and headed to the exercise area, her sister dropped her hips as she also set up a buckler shield attached to the attachment on her left arm.

I waved a wooden sword with one right hand from a quick move that obviously showed progress over the beginning of the year in something that was not beyond my brother, fighting each other with the deputy commander. Wearing heavy armor, it's a quick move for it, but my sister, who moves around faster than that, is pushing me into defense. But he doesn't seem to be as good at flirting as his brother. We haven't hit each other effectively yet......

I'm running out of clarity in my sister's movements. The deputy commander seems quite tired, and he seems to be slowing down somewhat, but that percentage is not as good as his sister's.

Damn it, come on!

Ah, the vice captain's shield bump went in nicely. He has collapsed and a sword strike is swinging down like rain from the upper section where he stands on one knee. While I didn't even use the buckler shield on my left arm and the wooden sword on my right arm, I managed to get in shape and also finally got a good shot in my right shoulder trying to get up.

The referee's right hand rises.

But the simulation is still going on. Step on it. Reverse it from here!

He rolled to the left while receiving the Deputy Commander's wooden sword. You can use that momentum to earn distance and stand. But you were pretty much deprived of your strength by the vice commander's onslaught, which is largely chilling.

The deputy commander seems to be quite tired too, but not as tired as his sister. It's so bottomless strength I don't think it's the third series counting from me. But even my sister hasn't lost. Sure, he's losing strength and clarity in his movements, but his moves are polite as if he's gotten back to basics because of it.

I almost got my voice out of the blue, but I'm much more patient here. Squeeze your fists and cheer only in your heart.

But it was the merit of sticking for a few minutes, and the deputy commander was clearly losing his clarity in the movement as well. You'd be tired if you wore all that heavy sheet metal armor (full plate armor), and sweat and other heat? I thought it was bottomless strength, but it still has its limits. Now is the time to flirt with it as fast as the first. I can handle this.

He kicked the ground with his left foot. Moving to the right in a flash, his sister aimed from the upper right. He waved down a blow. At this time, you won't be able to take it on the shield in time anymore. I can take one!

But when the deputy commander is forced to twist his body, he sticks the wooden sword in his right arm up against his sister.

Your sister's wooden sword was swung down around the vice captain's left clavicle, but at the same time a vice captain's penetration hits her left leg!

My sister rolled with a wooden sword in her hand when she twisted her body in the air as if she had anticipated it from the position of deputy commander. I got up immediately and turned around again to the right of the deputy commander to give him another blow.

"Lord Gried wins!

The head of the Balxas Squadron declared with his left arm raised.

Yay! We all beat the vice captain! I accidentally gut pose with my left arm alone. Whoa, you couldn't have been in front of Her Highness. But no one will care about me. The twist dominates the place. Huh? Was this the first time your sister beat the deputy commander? Right, that's good. You'll be glad.

The deputy captain also lost to his sister, but now that he's on a tour, he's taking turns.

... and it's me. Good! I'll do my best and win again!

It stuck for nearly five minutes, but the captain was strong. I stood up to my whole body, but the captain dressed in rubber protectors flirted with me faster than my father. I don't even have time to roll out my footsteps. He was pushed to the side of the battle by a wooden sword that rolled out endlessly, and when he thought, "Ah," he was slashed and taken one. I couldn't help but stick to it even more. He managed to find a gap, kick up the dirt and use it to crush it, but it seemed predicted, he was hit again in a row without being able to afford to use his back hand, and eventually lost without being able to crush it.

Now that I've dealt with the three of them, they're taking turns. I turned my pity on my sister, but she just nodded at me. He drops his shoulders and goes back to me. My brother says, "Well done. It was splendid not to give up until the end.... watch," he called out. My sister stares at my brother's back like that with a serious look on her face.

Oh, well. This isn't a pastime for your sister, it's a training. I might have something to gain from the mock fight between the captain and my brother, too. Not to be missed.