That Ordinary Mister is a War God

By the reappearance of Ouvé, the Imperial Knights were tightened up again.

It's nothing like that to say if Weinberger was a gentle general, but Woové is different again.

The soothing glances emanating from his calm waist forced his men into a world of extreme cold.

Old men, they are not a force that can be put out to the half-breed.

What further oppresses the knights in spirit is the fact that Ouvé is the master of the Sword Saint Claude.

The mentor was on his way in the arena.

"Dear Ouvé,"

In response to Claude calling, Ouvé responds coldly.

"I no longer have a job, you are Yagami Fai"

"Still, you must be a very grateful master."

Claude says with respect.

He was the emperor's next most respected figure for him.

"At first I thought it would be incompetent for me or Lord Jürgen to be called, but I was told that that was all imminent things could happen"

"Yes. Invezione...... I wish I were concerned"

Claude gets a face.

"It happened once, think there's a second time"

Ouvé says pale.

"Yes. That's what His Majesty says too"

"I guess. The only thing that brought us here at the same time was to put a drink in you guys. Or our rust drop."

Hearing Wouve's emotionless words, Claude sighs.

"Again?"

At the time he was summoned to the occasion by Ouvé, he anticipated the demands.

"Oh. Through the sword, Claude. Let me show you your power now that you've come to be known as the world's most powerful sword saint."

"I'm not sure if it's the strongest in the world. Anyway, I've never been to another continent."

"You got more reason, Claude. Not that I'm older than I am."

and Uwe vomit hard words.

He is nearly twenty years older than Claude.

When such a person calls me old, Claude is just as muddled.

"Then be ready, master."

"You idiot. As strong as you are now, I know you better."

Ouvé pulled out his sword with slurries as he calmly responded.

As always, it's a beautiful operation with no gaps at all, Claude thinks.

Had I not taught this Ouvé, would I have reached the frontier known as the Sword Saint?

The two kick the ground and cross their swords at the same time.

Claude's sword flashes as fast and intense as thunder, and Woové's sword draws as smooth and beautiful a line as running water.

Claude is better up there by force and speed.

Ouvé, however, has the skill to drain quicker and more intense slaughter than his own.

Cutting into ten or twenty, the two swordsmen attempted to take a slightly more advantageous position.

"You're as incredible as ever."

Claude leaks words of admiration.

If you are also masters of swords, it is important to win or lose whether you can create a more advantageous situation than your opponent.

Wouve will not let me do it against Claude.

Claude seals Claude's aim with a motion that sees everything he wants to do.

It is clear that Ouvé is one of the finest masters.

"You're as easy to read as ever, Claude. Were you chronically concerned that the best enemies were about Bartolomeus and Wilhemina?

said Ouvé.

……

Claude gets poked where the pain is and gets stuck in words.

Though I wasn't aware of him in person, I almost couldn't deny it if I thought about it again.

Bartolomeus is the strongest.

Wilhemina is also irregularly strong.

It would be more impossible not to be aware of these two names.

"From what I've seen, Manuel, Sidonier does quite a bit too. The future is bright."

"Thank you"

Claude thanked him.

He knows it's not a woovy to be sarcastic here.

"But if Invazeon were to come back, it wouldn't be enough, no matter how powerful he was"

"Best."

They meet with thirty or forty as they have a conversation.

Expansion is utterly mutual and we have to be wary as Claude.

Ouvé should have been able to be a Yagami Fai in strength, though I should have known that he had kicked it and defended the General's seat.

"You're stronger than you used to be, in a way, for not waning so far?

"It is a daily training. Did you think I wasn't practicing what I was saying to you guys?

Claude understood what Woové meant by what he said.

It is the word of Woové that he should continue to work out every day and not create a gap in his heart.

This means that Woové continued to work out and hone his powers long after he retired.

"In terms of bitterness, it may be important to increase your strength, but you should increase your friendship with diplomatic efforts. I can't say this to you."

"Best."

Claude repeats the same words, but now the bitterness is strong.

He also feels that the Empire is not very good at diplomacy.

Is it possible to say that we are in a friendly relationship, other than the Elf's Stalk Ordnung, about a merchant country?

"Sounds like it would rather be enough to scold the Chancellor"

and Woové cuts up.

Claude thinks this one might do it.

The two settled eventually.

At last Claude flew the sword of Ouvé after cutting the ninety.

"That's my win.... I don't think I won at all"

"The one that wins well, wins well is not something that you can rarely taste. Remember winning is winning."

Even if he loses, Ouvé puts down Claude with dignity.

He was a man whose attitude really changed.