Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

There was a little incident in the village the following fall.

At the end of the harvest, a line went to pay taxes to the neighbouring village of Ceuta returned, but on the way home, it was attacked by thieves, and although goods and other items purchased after paying taxes in Ceuta village were protected, several people were injured and one victim came out.

The village became fussy and Lucy, informed by Merrill's mother, left the house in a great panic.

Else had joined that line this year. Ishur had to take care of Lucell and couldn't go with him. Fortunately, Else was safe without injury.

There were about ten thieves, just halfway between the villages of Bersch and Ceuta, around the grassland dotted with miscellaneous woods, hiding in those miscellaneous woods and suddenly attacking them. First a bow and arrow were released from the woods, followed by a miserable, dirty wind of men armed with swords and spears, slaughtered with the men of the village escort.

Wasn't the thief as strong as a bunch of amateurs or a group of specialist bandits, and the collaboration was one thing now, that he managed to repel but the numbers were large, and that there were casualties on his side.

It is the view of the adults of the village that the poor have come south and attacked us this year from a small tribe that is somewhat absent in the cold summer and lives on the north side of the kingdom.

Soon after, at the Bersch family, they put out their horses and let their skilful young families on horseback ride them, informing the Knights' stuffs that divide them into the village of Ceuta.

Else was also escorting him to the funeral, which meant he was to attend with his family. There was a joint cemetery a short walk behind the village temple. There are several stone tablets standing on the site, some of which have family names on them. The body was wrapped in a cloth with pictures of the three moons and cups, and the ground in front of one of them stone tablets was dug and buried dressed like a sports seat. When the family members of the dead prayed to the moon goddess Lelia, they were all silently leaving.

Returning, Ishur asked Else what he had cared about before when he found the Bersch family tomb.

"Is this the tomb of Grandpa and Grandma?

I have heard that they are both already dead.

"Grandma died a little before you were born."

For a moment, Else ran her gaze to ask about Lucy's complexion,

"Grandpa and Grandpa were attacked by people who were just as devoured when they went to pay taxes. The wound didn't heal, and it died after a while."

And you remembered the regrets of that time, he said, distorting his face slightly.

Lucy hits Lucell's hand and says nothing. Lucell looks anxious.

"When my father was just a little girl."

Els perceived the dark atmosphere of his family and forced him to smile and say.

Did that happen?

It was the death of a familiar man whom Ishur began and found out in this world.

Then Ishur drew water from the house work in the morning, from the well, and after finishing the chicken-changing, bird hut cleaning and firewood hauling he keeps at home, he began to bare himself with the wooden sword his father gave him every day, just a few hours before he went out into the field to help his parents in the afternoon.

Again, Else didn't seem to know professional swordsmanship, and even when Ishl asked, he was taught only basic things like how to hold a sword and how to handle it.

"Now swordsmanship? Does Ishur even want to be a knight?

Else said with a bitter smile that Ishur wanted to learn swordsmanship.

Maybe I can't help but learn to read and write and then sword art.

"I don't want to be a knight. But I've never been stronger."

When Ishur returned it with a serious face, Els looked serious, thinking that he had told him about the other day's incident and the death of his grandfather.

"Some of the Knights of Ellistar will have a strong one. I'm sure some swordsmen will specialize in teaching swordsmanship if you go to Wang Du, but you want to get that far and learn?

"It's a clan that used to have knights, needless to say, but now it's just a farmer. It costs a fortune, but you have to be quite handy to learn swordsmanship in the King's Capital."

What my father says is the best thing. Ishur is just a peasant child.

I specialize in swordsmanship in rural areas. At least in the village of Bersch. I don't even hear from neighboring villages and Ellistar about farmers organizing training or famous swordsmen setting up dojos to teach.

There are also countless genres like the old Japan. I've never heard or read anything like that. Perhaps even the peasants and townspeople will do swordsmanship if the world is disturbed. At best, every village and city, from father to son, would be the extent to which something like a rule of thumb has been passed on.

"I do it every day without shaking, and I just have to work out. Put your hips in and don't wave your sword with your hands."

"When you strike it down, stop the sword tip firmly. I can't stop my sword when I have to be serious and fight,

You're gonna stab a sword tip on the ground or you're gonna slash your own toenail tip. "

"After you wave your sword, it's important to return it and pull it quickly."

"If the opponent is wearing protective equipment, stick the opponent's neck at the tip of the sword"

That's about all my father taught me.

Even if it will be for later to make a bare gesture every day, it will take extra time to improve if you don't do anything about it, and I feel like that limit will come soon.

Just so you know, there's no one around to specialize in learning, and the village doesn't seem to do the kind of archery that the two of us play against each other or play games.

I also have a family at the Bersch family and some of them may be auditioning against each other, but an eight-year-old mixes it up for me, and they'll probably say no. It's not like learning to read and write. My father can tell me, and I'll be done with it. Farmers are not knights or nobles in the first place, it's their job to grow crops.

So, in the end, I'm just a little kid, and I decided to use a one-handed sword as a two-handed sword to do an archery, steal an eye, but I decided to practice the shape of a sword in a previous life.

In my previous life, I played Kendo in physical education electives for two years when I was in high school. The beginners are the same from those who have been in the dojo for years, from those who have, nevertheless, firmly remember the basic moulds such as surfaces, torso, small hands, poking, etc.

If they suddenly turn to jump from outside between swords, such as the motion of a slip foot, and the face beating and poking from it, even those who remember swordsmanship will be fine at first.

Usually for peasants who never fight people, it's a situation where they have to defend their lives, like killing each other for real when they pair their swords with each other. Unlike knights and so on, they overlap with the same opponent and so on. When you fight, it will almost be the first person you see. If you don't miss it, if you kill it, you'll never compete with that opponent again. I couldn't tell you the first time, but I couldn't tell you the second time.

If there is no Kendo in this world, not so much martial arts or similar genres up to the Edo period in Japan, then no one knows how to fight it. Always the first blow becomes an ambush. If you practice the Kendo mould repeatedly and hone that move, will it be an effective handpiece that overshadows differences in experience and stature?

A while after I started waving the wooden sword, my father put up a pile of trees about the height of an adult's shoulder on the back of the house. From then on, the days went on to punch into that pile.

Especially when practicing a lot is small-handed.

He's only eight, but he's slightly smaller the same age. As far as my parents are concerned, growing up won't be such a big body. It's not going to be a big, tall physique, like the men in the escort who sometimes follow the merchants coming to the village. You won't win if you fight those guys decently. First of all, the reach is different, so even if it is the same blade-length sword, it will be the opponent who gets the tip of the sword first. The force is different, so if you get punched in first, even if you take it with the sword, it will either drop the sword or it will be blown away as it is.

What can you do to seal your opponent's attack by putting your sword tip on him first?

So I thought maybe the most effective thing was small-handedness. If it's a Kendo mould, I can pack the distance at once from quite outside of the intermission. And if you're small-handed, you can attack without going deep into the opponent's time. If the opponent is not wearing a handful, he can push them out of combat with a single blow. Even when worn, the impact of the blow is transmitted. You should be able to remove your sword, or your wrist will be paralyzed, or at least have a sharp painful blow to your muscles and bones.

If the opponent combines a shield with a one-handed sword, but this is Theory Street, we have to take the opponent's foot out of the lower section. Attempt the knee of the foot with the feint, cut back to invite the motion prevented by the shield to rub it off, and poke it into the exposed opponent's upper body. Is that the place?

He also spent a lot of time practicing the motion of cutting it up with a reverse rub from the lower section following the smashing of his hand and poking it in a low position.

Waving the wooden sword behind the house that day, children of the same age came all the way from the surface.

"Ishur, don't do that. Let's play together"

Isaac, who is the boss among the children, has spoken.

Ishur turned when he wiped the sweat flowing down his forehead. Upstairs, from Isaac, there is also a mixture of little children, still five or six years old, mainly boys about eight years old.

Nearly a year after I started waving my wooden sword, it's time to take a breather before harvest. As we grow older, we learn more about chores, farming, hunting, and more help with the house. If you're about twelve or three years old, you'll start working like the adults. There will be fewer opportunities for kids to get together and play with us all from now on.

"Fine. What the fuck are you doing?

Ishur answers and stops by Isaac. Then there are children who shrink themselves around the solidification of the little ones and try to hide themselves from their neighbours. It was Lucell.

"Lucell."

I didn't realize if I was in the shadow of a big kid.

"Were you there too?"

"Yeah. You can come with me."

The contents of Ishur are middle-aged adults after forty years, including those who lived in their previous lives, and who had a good year without distinction. I have also taken good care of Lucell, but there he appeared on one end of the spectrum, even when adult-like words and deeds tried to hide him, very unlike his older brother, three years old. For Lucell, Ischl was another father, so to speak. That's also the noisy type.

Sometimes when a five-year-old plays with children as young as 10 years old, depending on their content, they get hurt. Lucelle knew about the area, and at first she complained that she had done something to tease herself from Ishur, and that she wanted to play with her after she was found.

Isaac turned to Ishur's ear and said:

"Find something interesting around the forest entrance at Mr. Dahle's. I want Ishr to see it, too."

Mr. Dahle is one of the houses on the north side of the village that mainly does livestock. They lived close to the woods around there.

"What's that?

"When we get there."

So, I decided to take the little kids with me for a little village stroll. You can have a swordsman meeting with a stick of wood, go over to the river and play, if there's nothing dangerous about it.

I guess I even found something unusual I don't see in the village because I have bothered to speak to Ishur, who is considered an extraordinarily smart child in the village, who is not so aggressive with his children around the same age. I'd like to hear Ishr's opinion.

During the remaining days of the remaining heat, seven or eight children walked down the trail leading at the eastern end of the village, at the beginning of the forest.

Past Dahle's house, pasture spread on his left hand side, and people were invisible nearby. On my right hand side, I sometimes scissors the grassland, and the groves continue all the way. If we continue further into the groves, not so dense yet of the trees, it will eventually become a dark and deep forest that is not too sunny even during the day.

And when he continued to walk for a while, the road that turned to the right appeared from among the trees toward the woods. It is not a hunter's road or anything like that. There is ample road width for horses and luggage cars to pass by, and it continues to the back, turning loosely.

Was there such a way?

When the children of the village leave their parents' hands and can play on their own, they often walk around the village to the outer edge to play. Because you can find places that look interesting, such as streams and abandoned houses, or feel a little adventurous, but it also helps you to remember the terrain of the village and its neighborhoods and to know what villagers there are and what kind of work they do.

Ishur walked around a lot with everyone, even by himself, but he didn't know this path. The forest, along with the river that runs along the south side of the village, was a place where children alone have been soothed and noticed many times by the adults to stay away, not to play, so I never walked around so much before, so it was a place I didn't know much, not borderline to the children's play.

"It's not a hunter's road or anything. I wonder if they use it to cut out trees."

To Ishur's adult words, which he said as if to himself, the children around him round their eyes.

The road leading to the woods is crooked. Doesn't seem like the road I built to carry lumber.

I'll do my eyes to the pasture. I wondered if there would have been streams flowing originally if there had been plots of land on the other side of the road, but not such terrain.

"Anyway, let's go in the back"

Isaac called out. I guess there's something ahead. Apparently he knows that.

"Do you mind? If your father finds out, he'll scold you again."

Now Ishur speaks with his mouth in Isaac's ear.

"Say it."

Isaac collides with no wind at all concerned. I'm not afraid to be angry with my father, when I want him to be strong.

Before I turned the road, I could see what Isaac wanted to show me as soon as possible.

It was a sturdy fence, as if it were part of a fort, blocking the way, gates assembled in thick marutai, rather than denying people access.

"This is..."

I think the temperature has dropped considerably as to where the heat went earlier. The gatekeeper looked pretty intimidating and pretty big from the kid's point of view.

The height was as high as the roof of the bungalow, and the round-tails were mounted everywhere, and their round-tails were tied and assembled in multiple ways with thick ropes. The sturdy fence seemed to run pretty deep into the groves on both sides of the road. The door of the gate is wide enough for two horses to pass side by side, and the surface is covered with a wooden plate surrounded by an iron frame at the end. With a one-sided kannon opening, the grip was tied with a chain of iron that I gave it from a lateral column.

"Isn't that amazing?

Make him try to stick his chest up like Isaac won proudly.

The children around them are about half the ones who can afford to be nicotine, and the ones who are surprised and seem a little anxious. I guess the kid who can afford it has been with Isaac before.

"Why are you here..."

"Don't you see?"

"Behind here, there must be something. What it is."

He tells me to whisper as Isaac sneers.

"Hey, let's go to the back of this gate. We can climb up the fence with our feet around this wheel."

Isaac put his foot on an iron ring that was fitted at equal intervals to the whole of it, and let him climb halfway up.

Sure, it won't be hard to get past this fence, but it's a bit harsh on Lucell and the other little ones. Dangerous.

Speaking of danger, I'm very concerned about what's behind this and whether that's a dangerous thing.

Ask your parents or the adults anyway and they won't tell you. On the contrary, he would be pissed off and forbidden to approach here. There is such a heavy atmosphere in this portal.

Should we stop talking hard to the Russells, keep it to our parents, of course, and go later just with the guys the same age as Isaac and the others?

When I was thinking about that, all of a sudden, I heard a wild adult voice coming from behind.

"What are you doing there?"

Turning around, Paul, a hunter, lived in the house next door, scolded his shoulder and stood with a rugged look.