Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Put on a small leather armor for the woman that the guild has only one pair, hold a wooden sword in one hand, and about after the twaf, descend the stairs behind the guild's building.

On the floor with the guild upstairs, there was also another staircase behind the administrative space behind the counter so that it could exit directly behind the building.

Ishur stared behind Tswaf as he descended the stairs. When I first came to the guild the other day, I didn't realize this man existed while in the same room. The back of the floor is dim without windows, and it is certain that the person sat in a chair and hid behind a desk where the paperwork had been stacked naggingly and did not come into view, but it is not possible first of all not to perceive a person's existence without even holding it by breath and not moving at all.

This man is the guild leader for the mercenary guild, even though he's small. Maybe he has magic equipment. Or is there some trick on that floor?

But I didn't feel any sign that the magic was working. Doesn't that mean that in addition to the average person who doesn't have magic implements, who can't use magic, there are magic implements that can be concealed or stirred up against those who have magic implements, wizards as well? Perhaps there is a magic device that erases the user's signs and at the same time prevents them from sensing magic. This was something to pay due attention to.

Behind the guild was very similar to the back of the Chamber of Commerce. I guess downtown Eristal is made similarly everywhere. Surrounded by houses in the same block, there were wells and laundry gardens almost in the centre, with planks and rounded cloths, crates and cars cluttered around each house. However, there was a little open space here near the Alliance building.

Gorn, who had been wearing leather armor since the beginning and had gone ahead, had a large wooden sword and stood alone in its empty space.

Gorn asked me a lot since then, but I was surprised to round my eyes when I said that Ishur was a merchant apprentice at the Frontera Chamber of Commerce.

"Heh, that's an odd encounter. I do a good job at the Frontera Chamber of Commerce, too. The one with the bow and the long spear that used to go to Bersch Village, with them. Keep telling the owner, keep working, keep turning around."

And niggling,

"You're a customer. I need to be gentle with you," he said.

Gorn, who stands in the open with that, smiles, lovingly.

When Ishur stands about ten long steps (skulls, six to seven meters) from Gorn, he stands between the two if Tswaf intends to do the judgment,

"Well, to each other, no neck-to-top attacks, no games there if one surrenders, with"

And turn to Gorn,

"The other guy's a kid, so you're not serious, you're there."

I said.

They were right against each other. When Gorn laid the wooden sword with both hands, Ishur also laid the wooden sword.

Gorn opened his legs about shoulder-width apart, knocking his sword tip slightly diagonally and beginning to wiggle fine.

The opposing Ishur dropped his hips slightly and set his sword in front of him.

Squeeze your arms together.

Then he lowered his left leg slightly, and when he did his right leg, he put it forward.

"Boy, you..."

Looking at Ishur's setup, Gorn's expression changed until then when he had an extra grin.

My eyes squeeze and I get a tight, serious look.

He knew.

That the structure does not belong to an amateur.

There will remain a few elements of martial arts that have been cultivated in a serious, real battle, not just in the form of bamboo knives, but also in the form of swords. Experienced Gorn didn't just see it for the first time, he felt something dangerous about it.

However, Ishur does not possess the strength to keep the Gorn on guard. Though I have been archaic in the form of bareback and swordplay for several years, I didn't have a master, I don't have any special sword talent, and I don't have any serious real-life experience. If we keep meeting, the intrusion will be easily beaten by an amateur boy, Gorn, who got serious.

So he decided to use magic.

A slight breeze blows between them.

Ishur tried to gather air all over his body, especially from behind, at his feet, to assist him in his own movements. Step in with your right foot, apply force when kicking the ground with your left foot, then fly your whole body forward.

I can sense subtle changes in Gorn's breathing and foot air more sharply than my vision.

Power disappears into Ishur's eyes.

Gorn did not overlook that small change.

Did Gorn consider the change to be an interruption in Ishr's concentration, or a frightening and distraction?

The moment the wind stopped, Gorn came in.

I didn't do anything to wield my sword, I've stuck my sword out at the height it stood at. I've chosen speed over power just how experienced I am in action. I've been trying to put a poke around Ishur's chest or belly that takes advantage of the length of the reach.

Ishur was popping up the moment Gorn moved. He flew slightly to the right, sank his body and twisted it for Gorn's left small hand.

Gorn is too quick to react to Ishl. Ishur struck a wooden sword as he rubbed it against Gorn's left small hand, spinning his body sideways, looking back on one knee and sticking his sword forward.

While Ishur smacked his little hand, spinning his body and fleeing behind him, Gorn managed to do so even as he fell ill, twisting to his left, about to wield his sword to the slaughter. Seeing Ishur's sword tip in front of him, Gorn stopped moving.

"Well, I'm surprised"

Tuaf is surprised.

Boy, isn't that awesome?

Gorn rubbed a small leather hand on his left as he threw the wooden sword,

"And it doesn't hurt much. Did you cut back on that earlier? There's plenty of room."

I said.

"Now we're going to guard the merchants and watch out for the sticks, but what do we do?"

Tsaf stood behind the counter and said as he turned a bunch of flat spelled paper. I guess I'm looking at the list of contracts.

After that, the three of them came back to the guild floor. Once again, Tsaf had asked him to see if there was a job that Ishur might be able to undertake even if it was a rough thing.

"Hey kid, I like the baton at the whorehouse. It's night work. You can do it after finishing your daytime chamber of commerce job. I can go through. Besides, it seems like a lot of cuteness can come from guys like you and women in the store."

Hihihi, and Gorn, who was beside Ishur, laughed humbly.

Next to Tuaf, Maura, who was sitting at the counter, looked blatantly disgusted. And if you take the spelling of the contract list from Tsaf, it opens several of them,

"I'm in a hurry, and I don't have a lot of people to do it with. I'll talk to the kid who wanted to do that request tomorrow, so will you come back the morning after tomorrow?

And I've said things I'm not sure about.

When I showed my face to the guild that morning, a girl about the same age as Ishur was talking to Mora over the counter.

The girl stood in a much better position, about the same back length as Ishl, with a white blouse on a bright red skirt and a beige shawl from above woven on the same red vest, with a cute red hat on her head with no twist on brown leather boots. He has a basket with a small clasp, knitted in wooden skin on his left hand.

It belonged to a decorated costume not unlike the guild at the end of the day, which belonged to the daughter of a house more than middle-class even in the city.

"Oh, Ishur, you're here. Good morning."

Maura has taken her gaze off the girl and greeted her over the counter.

The girl was followed and turned to me.

She's a neat looking daughter with a slightly connected eye.

I'm going to stare at Ishur.

"This girl."

Maura is whispering to her daughter.

The girl's eyes as she stared at Ishur turned into worthy eyes. A reluctant gaze moves Ishl's entire body from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

The gaze that came up stopped perfectly with Ishl's face, and the girl smiled and nodded, yeah, yeah.

And

"My name is Sierra. Nice to meet you."

I've said.