Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ The forty-third night: for the recapture

Are you okay, Trao?

"Yes. It's getting easier."

To Norman's inquiry, Trao returns as he is dressed to be carried.

With a discerning voice color that strengthens.

The Traos go south on the coastline of Trantrim, accompanied by an operation planned by Norman.

Near the mouth of the Tourandot River, among the coastal areas full of cut shorelines, the sand is so wide that it is the only one.

I guess the great river, tedious as it serpented through the land, took a long time to cut off the rock skin.

The dirt and sand carried from it deposits, or is flushed, and accumulates in the gentle part of the tidal stream, forming, by the way, a small sandy beach.

Strange rocks sculpted by river streams and beating waves forest in the midst of arches, large galaxies, and spires.

Those rocks, which protruded vertically from the beach, were being fortified and used as a key to repel the outer enemies.

Yes, until the "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" goes mad with anger and sinks everything in contention to the bottom of the water.

Since then, the fortifications around here have been managed only by the minimal Cape Guards (Misakiri), except for a few incidents.

There seems to be a world today that isn't rich enough to keep massive resident warfare in hand.

It is a time when the total amount of energy available from the territory was strictly proportional to the population of the country and the man-power that could be mobilized.

Even if we bring slaves from somewhere, things will never change.

Once upon a time, a unified dynasty: like Agantilis, ruled vast territories under its control, and from the barn zone, luxurious harvests, and from the colony, labor.

Only Deedyard, an exceptionally merchant country, did not fall under this condition, but about 100,000 in the population of the country (...) floating in the dry lagoon. whether it reaches 400 000 people at its peak, even in the colonial area of the opposite shore, known as the mainland (...).

This means that, even if we desperately gather our forces, it is the mountain of Seoul that spreads about four thousand military forces in our own country.

The course of this era, the meaning of the numbers, will be understandable, given that there will be skirmishes competing for borders between small nations on a scale of a few, dozen, while the military expedition of the Aramaic world male: the Osmadra Empire is on a scale of 100,000.

Not to mention the fact that the military power of a trantrim inferior in its deedyards, in both population and territory, ranges from a few hundred at best, to a thousand even if it is fuzzy.

In a world situation where a mighty authoritarian monarchy had already been established, this was a figure that should be overtaken as poor.

There were times when small nations could not survive without thinking about how to stand around.

Still, as long as you stand on an odd rock that combines high altitude watchtowers and even pull up a rope, you can hold up quite a bit of time.

If you can use a horn or a cursor to tell them what's going on, your friends will arrive.

And there's the White Demon Knights that Trantrim prides itself on, namely, the Night Demon Knights fighting for humanity.

Rather, it was this night of less than twenty demonic knights who should have been quoted as the power of the trantrim.

Well, it may not have been impossible for the people alone, but for the surrounding urban states, to endorse Yugadir's concept of a "monetary co-prosperity zone of blood".

Of course, Trao and the others don't know the details.

It is an impression to grasp the hearts and minds of the people with rational rule, but a nation that is extremely ruthless against its enemies, and led by men who fight with a tactic of inflexibility, knowing all the topography of their country.

In particular, the leader of Trantrim, who lays (and) the parliamentary system, said he has been good at mountain warfare and forest warfare and has continued to resist with guerrilla tactics against the armies of the pushing Alam.

But that's all.

Not so much. It was seen as a small group of countries on the border, one of them.

It must have been a country that would have disappeared without leaving a name in history's textbooks if the enormous changes in the era that are now embryonic hadn't come.

So the traos know very little about the inside of the trantrim.

In the last few days, he hastily packed the information inside the ship.

No, maybe that's just me.

Watching Norman advance his legs without hesitation or Burton deciding exactly where he is from the map brings tears to his fuzziness.

Anyway, right now, if we went around the headland, which soars in front of the Traos, we would have seen the sight.

"Trao, if you go around the Cape, it's an odd rock zone. Besides, here, let's get some rest, though. For your sake, there is a small but sandy beach."

To Norman's voice calling, Trao agrees.

I just have to.

My mind was off, but my current self is shaken and weakened by rushing carriers (peppers) (Note - tools made of wood and hippos, etc.).

I can't even tell you what I think.

Norman has demonstrated amazing man-power, held Barton back, carried the trao, and kept walking on the surface.

Regardless, Burton goes down and walks where he seems to be able to walk.

But the Movement of Swiftness, which should normally be an alien guaranteeing an individual's mobility, underpins the convenience of two superfluous people.

Even using the idiosyncrasies that should be able to drive the surface of the sea as if running on a stone-paved Agantilis-stage street, Norman's walk today is soaking up the muddy soil.

Supporting Burton with the weight of the trao and the weight of the equipment.

100 giros are relaxed in total weight. Maybe 150.

It is an ultimately impossible step for a constant person.

Even if the skeleton and the underlying muscle strength are reinforced in The Indomitable Might, translated as an indomitable force, the price you pay will wear out Norman's flesh.

Yet.

Norman walked in with a grin that didn't change his obnoxious face originally, but even made him feel some room in his mouth.

Trao renews his awe.

That's why I don't want you to follow that word.

Burton made a brilliant leap if he approached a few meters to the shore.

First, let's lighten Norman's burden.

If the weighting of one human actually comes down, that alone will make it much easier.

Until then, Norman's footsteps became lighter as he stepped into the mud.

The three rose to the beach formed by sand that would have probably been shed from beyond the cape by tidal currents, taking rest and meals.

"I'm sorry, but I can't use fire. Well, Trao."

"Daijibu, it's a die job. Now, when the break is over... I think I can,"

"You can't do that. But if you can make it, don't hesitate."

The groceries taken from the ship - trao breathed roughly as he grabbed a large biscuit.

Flesh is twisted into intense depletion.

They seem to be collecting the necessary price from all over the flesh, with a mild cramping (convulsion) along with the blunt pain of Kuzukun.

Needless to say, it was a price to pay for the exercise of alien powers, and it was a drain.

However, it was not Trao who exercised it.

That was Norman's move.

Secrets in the secret, allowing the teaching of alien powers.

The reversible use of Arman, which takes everything away in an instant, was finally a usable depths, linked to Norman's talent.

i.e. Instructional Arts.

It is an alien ability that forces the subject to learn one skill (art) that he or she masters.

However, naturally, there were severe constraints on this move (Arts), which seemed omnipotent if asked only about its efficacy.

Firstly, Spindle Ability, which is usually developed and mastered over a long period of time, and its unveiling, moves (arts) can be used by creating a path dedicated to it in the human body.

Can you understand that the process involves carving a circuit for "spindle conduction" with an ink called "will" in the human body - like a tattoo?

Naturally, we only see completion by means of faint pain and repetition.

It becomes more pronounced (kennel), especially in tools that serve as focal points, underlying capability enhancement systems that often do not get the help of Focus, Movement of Swiftness, and paranormal mobility means such as Night Devil's Shadow Crossing.

We're talking about Norman, who masters new moves in a month's training if only he had an example, and how Ashle, who when he's bad, reaches the blossoming of new moves in the midst of battle, is the exception during the exception.

No, in Norman's case, even the pain that comes down to him can only be chewed up and encouraged to train, but that's talent.

It is the identity of Instructional Arts to omit all of that process at once and give only the results.

Forced passage through the flesh is close to the feeling of being threaded through the wire throughout the body.

The pain of just losing my mind.

And the building material for that path, or the price, is naturally collected from the flesh.

Severe depletion.

Then, in addition, if you were not an aptitude person, the piercing "spindle circuit" caused the runoff and damaged the flesh.

In the worst case scenario, kill the target audience.

For this reason, the move was a secret one that could only be allowed to shake after scrutiny by several Normal "Spindle Capabilities" and, in some cases, by Dashkamarier's prophecies.

According to what I hear, there are also a few users of this move and the "Focus" that makes it possible for the EXTRAM Pope's Office, but only four practical examples have been used in the last few hundred years.

Anyway, it's an overly dangerous bet that could drain the rare Spindle Talent into mischief.

But besides, Trao bet.

What I wanted to master was the alien powers of Movement of Swiftness.

Invasion from the sea, and then, if we were to deal with a group of fortified odd rocks, because this was already a tactically imperative ability.

"No, an obedient knight, but an Omae who has already woken up as a" spindle capable man "and mastered not only Aura Brow, but also enhancement moves such as Indomitable Might. The possibilities are great. Suitable."

And that's what Norman undertook for Trao, who wanted to exercise Instructional Arts.

More importantly, the mind that thinks of Serafina will become the Will and support Omae.

If you say it in the face, it is a trao with no choice but to nod.

And with the transfer of moves from Norman on its chest, the trao, literally twisted in, manages to survive, albeit aggravated by severe pain and depletion.

"I'm sorry. If so, I'd like to offer you another warm meal here."

Right now, this is the best I can do.

Burton offers me food.

This is our last stockpile.

Drink down the hard-baked meat and the biscuits stuck in Boso's throat by sprinkling them with water.

"I shouldn't have a lot of it, but I need to keep it in. You can't fight if you're too worn out."

With that said, Trao drinks it down still diligently, unsuccessfully, looking at Norman chewing up biscuits as if he were a creature of another world.

"This, really, isn't working, is it? Well, this is Esperalgo's Navy food."

"How full our Knights of Catel Hospital meal is, right? On a long voyage, I hear Uzi springs up in this biscuit"

Trao stuck his throat to Norman laughing at what was wrong.

During the meal, which is also cheeky, there is no such topic.

"Are you kidding me?

I ask who the hell is causing this situation, because I really don't know who it is, so I can do it.

"By the way."

and to the tearful trao, Norman asked, mostly with a true face.

"When did you first see Serafina... when?

Buha!! And it was mostly Trao who blew Norman's face all at once.

Heh heh heh heh heh.

Norman slowly stroked his face with his palms and removed the splashy porridge objects.

"What, you liked it so much"

Then continue to ask questions, as if nothing had happened.

This one. Trao felt a tide of blood twirling in the barren flesh of freedom.

"So, since when?

Trao gets in trouble because he really twitches and says it with a face like a loyal dog waiting for his husband.

"Yes, no, it's been quite a while,"

"Alone?"

"So, so..."

Ah too, you Park Min-Jen!! Trao thinks.

Where is the reverence I had just now?

"Right. You didn't notice, even though you thought so much. I'm sorry I did that."

And even more so, why not bow your head to a special victory, Park Min-Jen.

Trao gets in trouble.

"But if you could, you wanted me to talk to you. As first."

No, no matter what else, I don't think anyone will ever just give you a romantic consultation, which is exactly the trao you can't speak up even if you think about it.

"By the way, as a starting point, what advice did you give? If you had been consulted."

What the story was about, it seemed eerily chilling, but even Burton, who was chewing biscuits without leaking discontent, declared his participation in the war.

"Again, give him a name from the front, grandiose,"

"Trao, let's just ignore what this guy is saying"

If you're in the middle of an enemy formation, you can eat it, but then you just eat your maiden heart out.

Burton turned to Trao, kicking Norman's romantic outlook.

Norman opens his mouth, speaking of pompous.

"Only a strange Virgin like Dashkamarie-sama can go out with Park Min-jin like this. That's not helpful."

Trao laughs when that pale, terrible review is weird, buzzing.

And there's something wrong with Norman who can't deal with it, and he laughs again.

"Hehe, it's a good thing. If you've recovered funny enough, you can fight."

When I see a trao like that, Burton says, Norman laughs bitterly, too.

If you're aware, it's your fault, maybe the body is lighter.

"Right. I... noticed, so, that's what I'm saying."

"Hehe. I guess that's what I'll do. Adults are a lot, a distraction. For the future of promising young people, right? You bet, Norman."

"No, I am simply, purely,"

"Anyway, let's keep talking about a lot of mans that are going to ruin it"

But look at the map. and sealed off Norman, Burton spread the map.

Welcome aboard, Norman, extraordinarily told, strokes his chin with a strange look.

"If you go around this cape, it's the mouth of the Tourandot River. And the time will soon come to pay dawn...... do you know what that means?

"Meaning?"

"At the time of the setup, right? For one thing."

"What do you mean?

I can't swallow the meaning of Burton's words, and Trao listens back.

"If there was a sentinel, all night long, blinding eyes, then dawn is time for a change. Coming down from the fort. And it is in this time period that human concentration is most diminished, the demonic time period. If you're going to attack the fort, this is exactly the moment."

"And it is"

In the wake of Barton's words, Norman continued.

Pull back the giant as you glance at the map.

"And that means that if the Emperors of Esperalgo, who would have drifted near this estuary, would have cut through this difficulty, it would have been before the sun rose,"

"Because the shadows are long in the morning sun and sunset hours when the sun shines from side to side."

"Unresponsive to the eyes of the enemy"

"If I could ascend, most of them would take turns. A good watch of life appeared, but I would be in formation. Besides, in the light of the sun, it cannot be disputed by darkness - that giant body that interrupted the reconciliation between the" Sidrellasikaya da Zu "and the Illis... it would be the killing feet of the Ouga (Slater Lim). You're too big to hide yourself."

"And if it were, this time of year —— it would set the light from the east, while this local advantage blocked by the cliffs took advantage of it"

"If we think we're the ones who set it up, especially."

"Naturally, the back gets sweeter"

"Exactly a thousand odds"

"You don't think Gisele's on the other side?

"Maybe so, but it can't be a single rock. In the first place, then there's no reason to come to the news."

Together with Slurra, Trao is full of Tatsuruo.

Were these guys thinking such an outrageous

"I mean, they think they're attackers over there. There's no easier way to ambush than with someone like that. It strikes from behind and retrieves Serafina at once."

And Omae's readiness and battle are key to that.

Norman asked if he could do it.

"I'll do it"

Trao answers. A few seconds after I asked myself.