"What a convenient development for a helper in a pinch. Was that unexpected?"
Seeing True and Midori, Catherine spills an invincible grin.
"Those two are going to be able to. I'll leave the vipers to the students and we'll take it one at a time."
Rod speaks to Catherine.
"Right. The students still lack experience...... It's not a good idea to break it into two hands. I'm anxious to lose the command tower, but trust me, I'll take care of it."
"I'll turn to the instructor instead."
Peaches declare away from the viper. Instead of peaches, Suntae advances.
"Nice to meet you. Not greedy, but thorough chicken warfare. You can buy us some time until we're done."
"What are we gonna do with you guys buying time until you lose? That way, we'll turn to Viper's reinforcement and we'll just be extra disadvantaged."
True looks to Catherine and stirs.
"Yay, I think I should come this way. Melee fights each other."
Midori calls the wooden sword of the sword at the port and walks toward the rod.
"Don't try to reach out to us, you guys. I want you to take care of Viper."
Take true gaze and Catherine tells the student members.
(Do you feel like a hundred wars smelling each other together? I think that oversized potty is better, but Aizawa also has a chance. Kind of a loaded opponent for Aizawa though)
Seeing the combination of Catherine and True, Viper decided so.
I'm not worried about Midori. It's just ridiculous to worry. Unless it's also a means of assassination, Viper sees no such thing as someone who can cut her in the front and deal with her and win.
"Aizawa, that's pretty big. Tighten him up."
Vipers speak truly as they watch the students move.
"I didn't want to see you getting fucked up."
I say the truth with all my heart, not with disgust. Somehow he's the one who used to bump himself out.
Viper didn't say it back just because he punched his tongue. I feel sorry for you no matter what you say back.
"Was it the boy with the murder doll who killed Jeffrey and Eric?
Catherine asks toward the truth.
"Unfortunately not"
"Yes. I've heard of friends who did it many times. Eric would have fought for it, and Jeffrey would have appreciated it!
Lariat is released more than Catherine's hands.
To the unreadable and irregular circle of rope of motion, while truly remembering some bewilderment, step forward diagonally to the right and deflect, shooting the gun like it was unplugged.
Catherine also fired a true shot while sending Lariat back to hand.
Catherine's bullet blurs directly next to her true knee.
Truth moves further, and the rope flies again where the gun was laid.
Then it's true and Catherine, who will continue to attack for a while, but eventually Catherine's attack frequency increased and the truth became more and more defensive.
I thought Catherine shot me, and right after that, Lariat flies in. The truth is, it's harder to get rid of that lariat than to get rid of a bullet.
Lariat, who was sent, returns immediately to Catherine. And Catherine is spinning a rope ring without a pull. To apply centrifugal force, and not to be read the movement. I'm not just going around in the same place. Sometimes the right diagonal top, left diagonal top, right, left, front, straight top, rear, and sometimes the wheel is turned diving through Catherine's head.
The part of Lariat's ring is dancing like a creature. True to fall into the feeling as if you are also watching on the street art. It releases itself from time to time and rests on its neck.
The flying Lariat doesn't even have as much speed, but you can't care less. Whether you're watching an anomalous movement at hand or flying, it's hard to know what orbit it's going to fly in, after it's hard to predict when it's going to fly. Sometimes when I thought the rope ring went behind me, it suddenly flew in.
Katherine cleverly shoots a gun with her left hand as she leaps the wheel, mainly with her right hand. Move your right hand and left hand separately, and with its thick body, in a light foothold, it moves uncut as if dancing and dancing, with little or no stopping time.
(It's time to get used to reading the movement)
I wasn't really just avoiding it. I was trying to read, watch, and think about the other person's movements and patterns at all.
(When it was time to get moving. It's a big deal just to stick so far)
But Catherine was so discerning. There have been several opponents who have been able to follow this far to combine their ropes with their guns.
Catherine has set up a plan for that time when she's getting used to it.
Catherine unleashes the wheel. Truth is, I read the motion and tried to avoid it while trying to fight back by shooting...
On the way to the truth, the wheel split in two.
Truth hastily tried to dodge both, but when the first wheel approached true proximity, it blew up the flame and flickered the truth.
Its flickering true left hand is finally entangled by another ring.
Catherine pulls her arm.
Catherine's shooting where she was pulled and the truth broke down.
Truth is, he gets shot in the left chest and falls sideways.
True to fall and see blood flowing down the floor, a little bit.
(Fatal wound? No, the heart isn't on the left. Still...... if they were piercing my lungs......)
Put your hands where you were shot, and make sure it's true.
(Based on this amount of bleeding, it has not reached the aorta or viscera. Looks like bulletproof fiber and ribs stopped the bullet)
Determine that instantly, and the truth jumps. If you stay still, you could be shot in the head.
(Huh, struggling, cancer, true brother)
With the wooden sword of the sword in place, take your eyes off the rod in front of you with dignity and ask Midori how it is true.
Even when Rod sees it, he doesn't imitate it as if it's going into the middle of nowhere.
Rod stared at Midori as he stood in boxing style.
Rod has also once been relative to a master of Japanese swords and has beaten this with his bare hands. I am familiar with all kinds of martial arts knowledge, I have learned Kendo, and I know the term Kendo triple stage, but I do not have a great deal of knowledge with regard to the different colors of weapons called Tsubaki. To the extent that you know the existence and the name.
Midori was halfway across from Rod, with a sword obliquely erected. Rod noted where he was holding Midori's sword.
(From that way of setup, isn't it compatible with the middle range, not the long range?
Raise the cutting tip diagonally upwards and backwards, the stone process lowers diagonally downwards forward, the right hand gripping beside the head, and the left hand gripping beside the waist - in front of the left leg stepping out to the rod side.
This structure of Midori is a substitute for the eight-phase structure, and is considered the most aggressive of the swordsmanship as a competition. It is also commonly used as a platform to hold a knife when it is approaching a meeting, and is used to instantly attack enemies.
(But now that the distance between each other is open, if I'm going to set up a long weapon that goes over two meters, I can see that there is a better structure for me as an amateur. I mean... you're inviting me? I dare you to let him do it in my time)
Rod thinks so.
At the relative point, Rod did not see the other person as a child. No, I couldn't see it. A clear-cut arrangement. Yet another thing has come to my mind.
(Do you also have boxing experience?
Midori is also moving in line with the slight movement of the rod. Seeing that, Rod figured it out.
(Yea, I understand. Exactly.)
Even if I wasn't going to look into Rod's mind, it passed on naturally to Midori. And in the meantime, I spoke.
(I went to the gym to improve my swordsmanship and try to incorporate another martial arts. It's not just martial arts. Rugby or basketball. Anyway, I did a lot of moving my body hard. Wow)
Midori showed her teeth and laughed, and Rod received that the question of his heart was passed on to the other person as well, which the other person affirmed.
The Master of Kendo, whom Rod mentored, taught him to strike with care before striking with a bamboo knife. Rod, who was still young at the time, kicked his ass saying he wasn't calling for psychology or anything, but now he's very unwilling to make fun of it. I can see now that what my teacher wanted to tell me was not just a psychology.
(If this kid hits me first, it'll be a lot of damage)
Rod was sure that he would have told them that he was so vigilant.