…… try it and you'll see.
The Vault Cleric Warrior is awesome.
The warriors they were expected to thunder-god are serious and faithful to the basics.
I mean, I have no trouble repeating my workouts seriously, and I am extremely loyal to the duties that have been imposed on me.
Naturally, we all have strong muscles, our moves are thoroughly remembered by our bodies, and our experience in the field is commensurate with our relationship with policing.
- There's no way I'm weak about what you think!
I've dealt with them in turn, but there's really a lot to learn.
Especially since the use of the shield is already full of sophisticated functional beauty.
Approaching and sliding the wooden sword towards the flank in the slight gaps that arise with the impact that hit the shields against each other.
You seal your vision with a shield that sticks out all the time, while releasing a penetration of deformity from the top of your shield, or switching to tibial payment if you think your consciousness is pointing up.
If you tap a powerful blow in here, you can come after the counter with no time while cutting it off with a shield that you held down disappointingly with three points: your wrist, elbow, and shoulder.
Especially the move to "poke" the shield was quite skillful.
Speaking of shields, I have an image of a body to shelter, but when I stick this vertically and stick the part of the snare around my shoulder or leg, it's tight.
It limits the range of movement of the hands and feet at once.
And while this one is tied to motion, their wooden swords dance freely.
Their swords will not fall.
Not greedy, not in a hurry for merit.
It gently moves out of the steadfast shadow, accumulating injuries one by one, pushing the opponent into inaction.
... While it's nice to have a special blow, there are parts of it that aren't quite the reality of the battlefield if you don't build up so much.
What's the matter is that in action, there's a great deal of nervousness and a rush to make an undressed interaction, and if you take off the blow of a special attack, you'll be born there.
That's why I defend and win, like I said.
A muddy, cautious way to fight through the crevices.
Thorough, voidless insistence, obstinate and tenacious everywhere.
Naturally, this is advantageous even in judgment matches.
"Ha, ha..."
I've been out of breath for a long time against these protracted ghosts of war.
When all this protective and hard-working warriors are opponents of a boulder, you can't compete with as many shots or two as you want.
Of course, it's possible to beat clutter, but this isn't just killing each other, it's trying each other, it's comparing moves. It doesn't make sense if you don't learn.
That's why I'm even thorough with the usual games...
Whether you've been thrilled with the entry of a rare outsider, ladies and gentlemen, you're in a good mood.
That's already vibrant, the economy shouted well, and from those who ran out of strength that way, in turn, when I fell on the floor of the practice field in good mood, I was dragged away to the corner, and I woke up and fought again...
I haven't counted from fifty to how many people have left, but the area is kind of full of dead bodies. The word Hundred Man hands crosses the back of my brain.
"Hey, hey... ha!
Relatively large cleric warrior advances with a shield along with a roar, breathless as this one does.
Sit back and take it with your shield.
The shields hit each other hard, pushed each other, and antagonized.
From here on out, it's a rush with strength.
Where to pull, where to deviate, or push to push and push.
Eat up your teeth while crushing the target's movement.
From between each other's eaten teeth, leaking a rough breath...
"Ugh............!
"... gi, gi"
Push each other with glaring eyes.
Often the stare - and at the next moment, turn around and play each other's shields, rolling out the wooden sword.
The wooden sword meets, making dull striking noises from each other, while fiercely rewarding the sword and shield -
Nature and distance clogged in order to limit each other's attack motion, and they joined each other at close range.
Avalanche into the combination of abandoning each other's swords and shields.
If I grab his collar, he grabs mine, too.
...... you are so powerful to draw in, are you even working out a fight this guy!
Flip the slightly pushing motion to the feint at once.
Screw in with your opponent's arm and throw it on your back.
"Heh!
Beat this guy from his back to the floor, who's pretty handy.
"There's a battle!
At some point, the voice of the judge someone had taken on was raised - but I was on the rocks, too, to the limit.
He fell on his knees as he tried to get into the Nanbu Garden, and fell like that. It was a big letter.
I think the curves of several boneless thick columns stretching towards the ceiling and the intersecting arches are beautiful.
Everyone's tired, silent.
"Ha, hahaha......"
A warrior thrown at me laughed for no reason.
Someone blows it out so that it can stick and everyone laughs one after the other.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Hahaha, hey, boulder boulder! Heroes don't mean anything, did they all show up after all?
"But finally, the hero also fell! Our numbers and sticky wins!
"Uh, yes, surrender, surrender………………."
Come on! And so on and so on, and they all laugh at each other again.
Cecilia, who just slipped out of the Nanbu field, came back with a lot of lemonade, to her liking.
We all cheer and flock to it.
... I was really anxious that I, an outsider, would be able to get into the circle of strangers.
The poor perception of interpersonal relationships that persists from previous lives cannot be resolved that way.
But it's something I can manage if I jump in.
Especially if warriors say something to each other, there is something that comes through when we ramble each other through our thoughts, something that we can admit to each other.
... Brad laughed and teased behind his brain that his muscles would still be good.
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After the workout, we talked about having lunch in the city cafeteria in conjunction with the exchange.
Everyone cleans the Nanbu field, removes sweat and dirt from the raging with the prayer of the Beauty, and then exits.
We chatted with the cleric warriors as they walked down the column-lined corridor.
What do you think of the situation in the south?
This was a white soldier match without magic or prayer, but if I were to do it with it, what would it be like?
Or what kind of opponents you've fought in the South, or something.
Anyway, I was wondering if there was anybody in there that might have included me, but I kind of explored it.
"Well, we seem to have a lot of opinions when we're great, too."
"We're a crime scene team."
"According to this, God's revelation or one of his intentions above, he could be repositioned at that fat little Mr. Bugley's."
"If you do, you can count on a comrade."
If you say so, you have no choice but to be convinced.
Like the citizens, this is what the scene looks like after all.
There is naturally no such thing as political participation in times, so if they say something less unscrupulous, there will be some push-ups from below, but while there is no harm, this kind of reaction may be natural.
We get to the big dining room talking about woes and each other's martial arts tans, etc.
The cleric warriors give a reassuring voice and several clerk aunts respond with a loving voice.
The food was brought immediately.
It was a simple dish.
In a large basin is a bread of grain from the mountains. Simmered soup that looks salty in a wooden bowl.
Inside, thickly chopped bacon, poached leafy vegetables and root vegetables are stuck.
It looked delicious.
We all turn around and become quiet, offering prayers for God and food.
So, if you mouth the dish...
"Wow, delicious"
"Wouldn't you?
"The food in this shop is good"
Clerical warriors nod at each other.
The grain bread is stuffed and satisfied with hunger.
The strength of the soup simmering salt gas stained the tired body after exercise, and the loose utensils were chewy.
The fat is delicious, especially when you chew thick bacon.
The root vegetables that smoked the juice were also really good.
"It's completely flavored for manual workers here… it's totally for the warriors."
And it is Cecilia who smiles bitterly.
"When it comes to clerics, I was under the impression that they were completed in the temple... but the outside shops would also be used."
"It is right that you are a cleric who carries out days of prayer in the inner office... when it comes to policing the outside world, it is also in your job to use shops everywhere.
It's important to keep a friendly relationship between the warriors and the residents of the area by actively speaking out to the people who live there to see what the store looks like. "
Cecilia says that when "the official constitution is the enemy," local residents can no longer resist hiding sinful blood relatives or friends and acquaintances.
On the contrary, they try to deceive the official constitution with those hands.
"It is only natural for reason to hear the voice in your body and prioritize that wish over the convenience of an almost irrelevant opponent.
That's why we need to be moderately comfortable with the people in our area, even if it's not inside us. "
It's a solid policing policy.
The fact that the area around the colored streets used to be a lot calmer is also convincing if they were active around there as well.
But then...
"Why did the Temple of Vault withdraw from the Colored Street?
When asked, the soothing air froze once and for all.
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"Did you know that?"
My voice was tense.
Obviously, it felt bad.
"Ku, I don't know the details...... when they left for some reason, the inhabitants over there"
Return so lost in words.
Cecilia put her hand on her chin and looked difficult...
"... it seems to expose the shame in you, I'm afraid,"
"Yes, sir"
Sigh one.
"We were too cheap friends, I mean. … there was a fool who was bribed for the sake of being a whore."
Ah...
"There was room for some extenuating circumstances, so I disposed of it internally and moved to a distant temple... but Maynard, the prefect of the precinct, was furious just because of the incident."
Speaking of precinct heads, they are responsible for the precincts that control the precincts to which several temples belong.
It will be easy to understand the greatness of Bagley, who is in a better position than the head of the temple.
"A cleric is corrupted because he goes into and out of a dirty colored city…………"
Dirty?
Besides, did you withdraw the warriors from the Colored Street?
But that's...
"Yeah. I can't say it out loud, but he says it's a little, biased view, too rough a decision"
As I thought, Mr. Cecilia nodded.
"Grandpa Maynard, I thought we were getting angry because we were getting old, and we were rumouring."
Emotional incontinence, is that it?
Hit the shield at the end, combined, that big cleric warrior snorts with a difficult face, too.
"I've forgotten a lot lately."
"I was a little more calm before..."
"A little lately, hey..."
Thanks, I got soggy air.
Lunch that was supposed to be delicious is kind of blurry and tasteless.
"............... Uh, yes, yes, no!
And so Mr. Cecilia clapped his hand with momentum.
"What am I to say when I speak out, however God bless, that man is old, that he is unwell. It's about being in every world!
Maynard Precinct Manager has done a fine deed so far! Just trying to get a little old and a little uncomfortable doesn't mean it's going to be written off!
Sir William, I beg your pardon for the damp talk! Great Vault, for slapping your pussy, I repent!
Saying so, with the Holy Mark in his hand, Mr. Cecilia has one prayer motion.
Somehow, it was already a really masculine way of switching places.
Everyone gets caught up in the momentum and the soggy air gets cloudy and foggy.
"Are you involved in the problem of colored streets?
"Yeah, some treatment."
"My apologies. Look at the fold. We're going to be straight with you, too, but now..."
I can't move as a Vault Temple, I guess.
That's well, certainly not that the temple of the Thunder God, which serves order, can overshadow the precinct chief's policy in those days either.
"Yes. Sooner or later, even when Mr. Precinct's feelings have settled."
I laughed and nodded. [M]
Then we joked in the dining room, we did martial arts rigging, faith rigging.
By the time I left the store and smiled and disbanded, it was already quite a time.
…………
I caught the problem.
Not that we're talking about big, complicated rights, but if it's just a retreat in a matter of your own, we have to do it.
As I walked thinking about how to handle the money and whether it would be from where I would call the temple of another god, the front was noisy.
Apparently a group of high-profile clerics go by, people giving way, hand in hand and praying.
The flag raised is the seal of the Thunder God. The stained color is red indicating the precinct length.
When I stand back on the side of the road and join my hands, a few accompanying monks walk away with a slender, gray-haired old man in luxurious monk clothes.
Oh, this is the Maynard precinct chief who held the example year - and it was the moment I thought.
― ― Gokuri (...), and chills run (...).
The feeling of being enlarged by the dragon factor told me.
That old man, he said, is crazy.
"Ah..."
But is there such a thing?
Of the temple of Vault under heaven, a high-ranking officer of the Grand Precinct, no.
"Huh..."
Hold your mouth tight.
He sows up the chills, leans down on prayer manoeuvres, kills signs, and overtakes a group of monk clothes.
I wanted it to be some kind of mistake.
But it was too much discomfort to cut and throw away that it was a mistake.
... because humans shouldn't be able to live if their hearts beat their pulses.