"Klee said! The true mighty! Weapon! I'm not picking! The old man is weak because he uses such a big axe. But, well, I guess I just said it. Axes aren't the only way to train, so use the sword that's falling there. So you're twice as aggressive, right? Oh, I... I don't mind bare hands, but the tree branches are falling off, and I think I'll let you use this."
"Klee took the sword from me. If Luke himself becomes a sword, he doesn't need to have a sword or anything, and the need for a sword is an immature testament. You look good, don't you?
"Klee said. Pointing a sword at the weak is not what a true swordsman does. I mean, that's what I'm doing with my branches. And by daring to weaken your weapon, your opponent will be trained."
The swordsmanship was a mess. It resembles none of the countless swordsmanship Jeffroy has seen and fought for.
The reason that came out of that mouth was a mess. It's like a kid's bullshit.
But the young man was serious, terribly strong, even though everything was screwed up.
Whether he wielded an axe or a sword down, the blade did not plunder, and his opponent's thirty centimetre or so branches of wood slipped through Jeffroy's onslaught and struck his body endlessly.
All attacks were spotted and even breathing was read. Even showed off a heavy blow with an easily broken branch.
There was no power, no speed, the best 'move' Jeffroy has ever experienced.
The blow of a brittle branch will not damage Jeffroy's forged flesh or armor. It was my heart that was broken. (i) Every time I received a machete, my spirit was galloping. Cold sweat flowed down his cheeks and his arms dulled by non-physical fatigue.
The blow from the weapon of child deception to the artistic one rolled out - from being just a little bit of a confident relaxation to putting together one of the biggest bandits, he denied everything Jeffroy Barrel had ever done.
If they had used a real sword, Jeffroy would have been truncated with just one machete. To the extent that I could understand it, there was a difference in my strength.
Seeing The Thousand Changes that appeared, The Thousand Swords said remorsefully.
"Shit, time's up. You're hard, old man. The strongest swordsman is disqualified. I'm still immature too... you mean not yet to the extent that I defeated the boss of Level 8 Treasure Palace. I'm gonna be strong, I'm gonna be strong! You'll never lose again!
I had heard rumors that The Thousand Swords had pushed several swordsmen irrevocably. It would be impossible for a concurrent swordsman to keep that monstrous swordsmanship calm in front of him.
On his arms, on his feet, he is shackled enormously, his body chained and rampantly packed into a carriage for escort.
I didn't have the strength to resist. The opponents are the knights of the inflexible Gladys, even though they have been out for a long time. Whatever it is one-on-one, it is not the kind of opponent who kicks a large number of them without weapons.
The knights in unified armor helmets are discussing it like it's trouble.
"... what are you going to do with these frogs?
"For once, I'm sending him to confirm... but I didn't think I could capture them all... I just have to take them as frogs"
"Because the numbers don't match, maybe there's a mix of ordinary people and wild hunters, and the captain..."
"Confirmation of a leak in custody."
"Such magic, I've never seen or heard of it... it's like a wizard in a fairy tale"
From that appearance of discussing, a strong confusion could be seen.
I can't win. At least it's the mountain of Sekiyama where I managed to escape detention and soon I'll be captured again, more than The Mourning Ghost is staying in this city.
Too much - too overwhelming. Thousand Swords swordsmanship, of course, but the magic that swallowed the entire city is more than that. If we had the same strength for other members, there would be no such thing as winning.
I shouldn't have dealt with him. I should have wrapped my tail around everything at the time I heard the story and ran away. I shouldn't have let out greed. It's too late to regret it.
There is no counterattack bud. All my men have been frogged. The barrel is over.
On Jeffroy's side, a man with gray hair is held by both sides and brought in.
It's the man my men mistakenly brought in as The Thousand Changes. He must have been a grey frog until earlier, but he was undone.
The cunning looking man shakes his head and says in a powerless voice.
"No... I'm... not one of these guys"
"Is what this man is saying true?
A knight raises a rugged voice and looks down at Jeffroy.
The murderous minister appeared more crude than Jeffroy's men, assuming to turn into ordinary people.
Perhaps he was a collaborator of The Thousand Changes. First, I feel the same air as the two men who inspired me to attack this city.
They were targeted from the beginning. I've never even heard of the Knights of Aristocracy deceiving them into proceeding with their measures, but they're terrible hands.
I feel a slight return of the emotions that were sinking. Jeffrois grinned deeply and told the man with gray hair.
At least let's take him on the road.
"No, what are you talking about, gray. You're one of us... barrel. You want me to throw my head off and just run away? It doesn't work that way. Stay close in jail."
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"Huh? What did you just say? Leader. Even though he was in a state of fatigue on his way home from the Treasure Palace, when he returned to Imperial Capital, they heard he went to the hot springs? If you think you got caught in a hot spring, did you get bandits to exorcise you? At the end of the quote? Mine, if I misheard it - I don't mind."
Lucia cramps her eyelids and looks up at me with a sharp gaze that I don't think is meant for my brother, even if it is.
Did you sleep overnight and finally feel better, your complexion was much better than it was yesterday? Above all.
Step back with a half-hearted grin on Lucia, who stuffs over here. My back was cold sweaty and slightly damp.
It wasn't meant to be otherwise. I just got a little thought in my mouth, but apparently it touched Lucia's scales.
"Ugh, yeah. No, well. I think you did a great job, huh? Yeah, that's my sister."
I'll try to praise you, but Lucia's expression remains the same. Lucia, my long-time friend, knows all about my personality.
Luke and Liz won't help either. I'm looking at this one as if I were looking at something interesting as well.
Tino is also turning away behind Liz as he was frightened. I had no allies.
Combine your fingertips on the yaka and Lucia grins with a grin.
"Again, say it, leader. 'Cause my ears, they could be crazy."
……
"............... brother?
When I took a big, deep breath, I said I was ready.
"... hey, change it, the kind of frog... it's wrong..."
"... ugh."
"Lucia changed it was an amateur. Because it's the toad that's supposed to change..."
"I don't know about that setup!! Look, look at this book. Ow! This is the book the leader made, look! Come on! Come on!
Lucia shouts a screaming voice, pushing a handwritten magic book I used to make.
The page loaded and made yore yore only says one line, 'The Magic of Turning into a Frog', surrounded by Lucia's notes writing.
"Where, with the toad, does it say? Say it! This, this, this!
"Yes, no, but it's a witch's secret, so that's a toad. You don't look like a witch."
My only magic book is a child's paranoid note. [M] It doesn't even say if it helps, and the only thing stuck in there is my old dream.
But that's why I have a fine focus.
"Oh, it's okay, the toad turned me into a toad, so I can go toad."
"I can't! This isn't that kind of convenient magic! Magic, before you make it, say it! Making the current designs was pretty tough too! Please be more impressed! No way... you're telling me to rebuild it?
My sister shakes her mouth tingly and comes stuffed with momentum. The look on your face when you're not in a good mood.
Apparently, from an amateur's point of view, it's not as difficult as it sounds, but there's an isolated difference between an amateur and a toad. Of course I'm not going to tell you to rebuild it or anything.
I turned my hands to Lucia and told her to be fond of me.
"But of course, that's not true. I think it's amazing even with an amateur frog. I don't think you're a witch, but I'm not telling you to rebuild it! By the way....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... The one that Anthem puts in."
"Such magic... no"
"Make it? It's okay, Lucia can do it."
".................. ugh"
Lucia burst into tears in her eyes and glanced at me, her fingers squeaking in a much more similar motion.
A large object falls in front of you with a scratch. Tino opens his eyes.
It was a stuffed animal. It's obviously an imitation of me, equal in size.
Lucia slapped her right fist into that dovetail over and over again as she silently held your stuffed animal's neck hard with her left hand.
It conveys a heavy vibration over time about how much force is put into it. There seems to be a lot of resentment. It's a rebellion.
"Lucia, it's rough. Cry, it's peaceful while you're gone."
"Hey, it's okay, Lucia. If you need a hot spring, I'll dig it. Scoop me out."
"I want you to let me out, too..."
Liz, Luke and Tino make Trinity's comments.
I said nothing and turned away. [M]
Just then, Citrie, who had been to various negotiations, came back.
He returns from his yukata to his usual robe and has a large mop with a pattern of about a meter and a half on his hand.
Citrie looked round at Lucia beating up the stuffed animal, but she immediately looked at me and said in the same tone as usual.
"Unfortunately, there was no spa the size of your brother's putting in. I've been given permission to dig... What do you want to do?
Well, of course, I've decided to dig.