Riot Grasper

- Well, how do we attack it?

To be honest, I'm nervous too because I'm new to interpersonal games.

But I'm thankful this is a mock fight.

Although training weapons may cause injuries in some cases... martial arts skills are above all else.

I can't help thinking poorly.

First of all, do your best - I'll bump you.

"Huh!"

Breathe out small and run to pack a pause.

The sword stands at hip height so that it can handle whatever position it is punched in from, eating about 5m of distance at once.

The first hand was on the other side.

He holds the short spear in both hands in one hand and doesn't hesitate to poke at me.

Relative in the front, the short spear felt even faster and longer than I had imagined.

... will it arrive at this distance?

Attack by dots, not lines.

Hard to dodge because the track is hard to see.

...... but I'm fine. []/(v5r, vi) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) to be

By shifting his half body, he shrunk the area of his body, and Mr. Bace's blow passed straight across.

The sound of tearing air plunders my ears, but ignores it and dives into my nostalgia.

The opponent seemed mildly surprised at my evasion, but immediately regained his calm and came after me approaching him with a stone bump when he thought he had cleverly rotated his short spear just by moving his wrist.

"Wow!

prevent it by changing its orbit by means of a sword.

I was attacked twice and thought I should take a distance once... but I shouldn't be retreating here.

One more step - step in!

"Ooh!

Push your body further forward and put your strength into the fist holding the sword.

Slightly lower your hips and spring the rotation of your lower body so that you can lift that force on your arm's swing.

The blow that slashes him away with all his might was prevented by the pattern of his opponent's short spear, however.

Ringing dull metal sound.

Short spears, which were held back in both hands at some point, are hard to break through.

Attacking with one hand, holding it in both hands, defense, that's troublesome.

Short spears are swept away with both arms, but this is dodged.

Leaping down a diagonally swung blow to further prune your foot.

Upper slash from a leaping position as it were -

- Even that was stopped by short spears.

Power and power antagonize.

He roared as if a guitar, sword and short spear meshed.

Probably only pure power, I have a minute.

but this is the long sword for one hand, the opponent can't push it off because he has both short spears.

I always use my free left hand for robbery, but if I do it here and now, I can pull it back on myself.

I just want some means that I can use effectively at times like this.

As far as I'm concerned, I still want magic.

Target the target's finger by sliding the sword over a short spear pattern to break the antagonism.

Did Mr. Bace notice that, by letting go of one hand quickly, he handled the attack and struck this torso with a short spear stone clash that he manipulated with one arm?

I couldn't avoid it altogether because I was in a sword-wielding position, but at the same time I succeeded in dampening the impact by jumping backwards.

But there's something quite painful.

Even though it came from above the protective equipment, it worked a little.

Martial arts skills are higher for Mr. Bace. But physical ability seems to be a battle because I'm slightly winning because of my skills.

- Not yet, I can go.

Repeat the attack twice, three times.

I never thought a fight with a strong enemy would rub down my nerves so much.

Still, my blow slips through the opponent's defense and hits him on the shoulder, albeit shallow.

Now you're welcome.

... I probably hate losing enough personality too.

- Let's get this far.

So I lowered the short spear Mr. Bace had set up.

"If you beat me, I apologize for saying you passed the exam and looked great. Mr. Sage passed the primary exam without complaining. I'm afraid I still have to test the rest of you, but I was wondering if I could make it this far."

"Ha... ha... Phew... ok"

It's still hot in my head.

Cloudy thoughts are due to excitement, or it's like you're in danger.

My right arm, my right arm is out of control!

Phew...... apparently you're settling in.

Slowly loosen the fist holding the sword pattern firmly into the wall.

I'm tired.

"I didn't know you were going to show off all that sword skill with that youthfulness... I guess you've worked out a lot"

It was Mr. Arnold, the beast on the strong side, who spoke to me.

I'm embarrassed to be able to turn my gaze just to impress you, but I'm sure I worked hard to train (steal) it, so I give it back by nodding.

"Thank you. The..."

"It's Arnold. This is my daughter Rim."

"It's Sage. You two are beasts, aren't you?

"Oh. Rim, say hello, too."

Mr. Arnold urges me to look at this one as his daughter, called Rim, hides behind his forehead and father's back.

Did I do something?

"... rim, it is"

A whispering little voice. I expected something to go on after that, but not particularly.

"- Next person, please"

"Hmm... Rim, you go first"

He nodded cocklessly at the words, and Rim walked out silently toward Mr. Bace.

No weapons. On the armor covering from forearm to upper arm...... leather gloves only.

Protective equipment is minimal so as not to inhibit the movement of the body.

Because my physical skills are improving...... I figured - is it the style of turning up the LV and hitting me with physics (fist)?

I continue my conversation with Mr. Arnold, capturing such a figure at the edge of my gaze.

"I'm sorry about that. I haven't had a conversation with anyone but me in a while. I know it was heartless, but don't be offended."

"Yes, no, I don't care at all... is something wrong?

The game between Mr. Bace and Rim just started and I saw the two of them move.

I see, does that armor also act like a shield?

Play the short spear smooth with your hand, to your nostrils -.

"It's not even funny... if you were interested in hearing this story, would you just mind doing the rim a little bit"

"Well, if you're in a situation, you can't..."

What about meeting and suddenly sticking your neck in people's circumstances?

"You don't have to think that deep. I just don't mind the extent to which I greet you lightly if I see your face in the guild or all over the city. I was just wondering if Rim would feel a little better talking to someone nearer his age."

I'm under two, to be exact, but I guess it's a minor difference from Mr. Arnold's point of view.

"But what would you do if I were actually a bad guy? Your daughter could be in danger..."

Best of all, I'll play the bad looking face.

Can I tell you what's going on with my lovely little girl to this horsebone guy?

"Kuhahahahaha! I guess a guy like that would say that himself. Besides... I can see my eyes like this. Actually, I'm under the impression we talked about it... but it's a wild guess."

They laughed at me.

It's certainly full of wild flavor. I understand.

I don't think I could have done that myself.

"Well, it's not that uncommon. All the way east of the city here in Merbail, there will be the Rebe Mountains."

Me and I have been grasping the geography around here for a while.

The city of Melbeil is a commercial city within the Kingdom of Richelle, and to its east lies the Reube Mountains, which also serve as a border with its neighbor, the Sioux Venese Empire.

They're setting up checkpoints at low altitudes that are cutting through the mountains.

"Me and Lim lived in a village of beastmen all the way south across the border. That's where... the demons attacked me. Just take the rim and run."

It's not unusual... what's scary about it?

After all, there are actually demons.

Excellent ability, but hostile to other races, right?

I think even Mr. Arnold is pretty strong as far as I can tell, but how many Demons are there?

"Because the Suaven Empire has a strong tendency to persecute subhumans. It flows across the border into the Kingdom of Richelle. But... I can't recover from the shock of the village being attacked and the rim is still blocking in like that"

One thing I'd like to ask you... I'll do it again.

Heavy stories stick in my stomach.

"Really...? Well, I don't think we're talking about what happens when I do something..."

Thank you, Sage.

Mr. Arnold did not look good on that grim beast surface, and he broke his face and nodded.

When the story came to a paragraph, the game between Mr. Bace and Lim was just about over.

From what I often saw, he fought well, but a short spear stuck to Rim's throat, and the battle was decided.

"- Dad, I lost... but he said I passed"

"Right. Then it's my turn. Suppose to clear my daughter's thoughts at best."

Mr. Arnold slaps me on the shoulder with a boss and walks away slowly.

... don't expect much, do you?

Rim is silent upright next to me because he was replaced by Mr. Arnold.

……

Well, even I don't have zero interpersonal communication skills.

I understand that I have a certain illness, but it should be kept only in my mind and prevented from leaking out to the outside world......

I'll show you the fiction of an iron wall called a normal person.

"Good day. Um, rim... right. It's amazing how you compete with Mr. Bace on your own."

"... yeah"

He didn't think I was going to talk to him, and he sounds somewhat surprised.

"Ya, a little while ago with Mr. Arnold. He's getting old, so if it's all right with you, talk to him."

"Really?"

Yeah, it's a little array, but it's possible to communicate... well, of course.

I don't know if it's okay to talk long at the beginning, so instead of saying hello...

"I knew moving hard would get you tired. In that case, it's best to eat something sweet."

What I took out of the bag was an object wrapped in paper.

Yes, what to hide, it's Mr. Dario's lunch.

As usual, Mr. Dario was asked to cook lunch because it was unclear how long the exam would take. (* Price separately)

This time, there was extra fabric used for the dedication last night, and it even came with dessert specifically.

It is a fruit pie baked in pie dough stuffed with fruit dipped in honey.

Because it is a big bite, it is not that voluminous, but it would be very thankful when I am tired.

Open the wrapping paper and slowly offer it in front of the rim with a fluffy, sweet smell.

"Uh... you know what?

He's got a confused look on his face, but his gaze is honest.

I also pin my ears, and it's time to reach out.

"Don't hesitate. Because it's absolutely delicious. Right?"

The look on Rim's face after he carried the pie into his mouth and bit off the flavor a few times was somewhat different compared to earlier.

"Thank you"

"Nothing, just a normal tone. I'm not old enough."

"Yes... Toto"

"Oh, I'm glad it seems to fit your mouth. You like sweets."

...... hmm?

Something like this happened recently...

No, it's your fault.

Then came a creepy silence, me and Lim watching Mr. Arnold's game.

- Primary test passers

Sage Agatuma

Rim Fan

Arnold Fan