The Best Assassin, Incarnated into a Different World’s Aristocrat

I manage to prevent the first blow and see the referee on the side.

After all, can't you get your hands on that one?

Sometimes this mock fight is a class, and if you put one in, that's it.

But a blow that just put a knife in the air didn't seem to allow it to be one.

It would have been easier if you'd ended up with that.

I can't help it, I'll do everything I can to end this fight so I don't get hurt.

If I had these eyes, I could do it.

"Come on, I'll go next."

Epona looks sincerely happy, uplifting her face, shaking her arms, and attacking her.

So much so that this fight is fun. I'm just surprised you didn't think it was this kind of character.

Epona's weapon is physical ability to the point of being unreasonable.

That's all I've been piling up. It's overwhelming.

However, there is a gap to follow.

Due to the large preliminary motion, I can see the aim, the way the body moves is awkward, and there is a buildup between the attack and the attack.

More importantly, Epona's attacks are too honest.

I know that the closer you get to first-rate, the less battle you'll ever get.

So while watching your opponent move, devise ways that you can put in a feint or change your movements along the way.

But because you don't take those things into account, there's no change in movement.

It's really easy to read because of the large preliminary motion, and the honesty of the attack.

I got used to it twice or three times.

It is so great to be able to experience the speed of a brave man and his habits of movement, and we are seeing weaknesses.

Brave men are inferior to the eyes of towahards, even though their physical abilities are out of standard, and their motor vision is superhuman. I'm the only one who wins.

That's quite a harvest. It's good to fight.

... Well, if I could just go back alive.

"Wow, wow, how can you not hit it? You're slower than me!

My head is ticklish. My brain is screaming too badly.

My body is blurry, even though I haven't even gotten a blow with too many visible eyes and too much concentration, unscrupulous dodging.

Whenever a deadly attack strikes, sweat erupts and life expectancy is about to shrink.

More and more, feelings are shredded.

It's not going to last very long.

But my heart won't be disturbed. Things do not improve in a hurry, but on the contrary create gaps.

"What's wrong! Don't attack Lug either. Otherwise, it won't be training!

I know that.

But with only a few resources to attack, dodging won't catch up.

It's that offensive power, I can't take it, and it breaks where I defend it.

Because of that, there is no alternative to dodging.

But we're almost there.

My eyes are starting to get used to it, I can remember Epona's breathing and habits and read the patterns.

In addition, more and more Epona attacks are sweeping.

"Hit, hit, hit!

I don't hit it, out of that rush, I tried to move faster, and wasted power began to enter.

Even the monotonous movement becomes even more monotonous and easier to read.

And if that's the situation, I'll make the move I'm best at.

Here comes a blow that sank the Knights captain, just an upper from stepping in.

Instead of reading the motion from the preliminary motion as before, before that, I was in motion at the same time as Epona entered the attack motion.

That's no longer an area of prediction. If you know your habits and breathing, you can also induce them to do so. It's not just gambling.

Nevertheless, there is a risk no matter how much cloth stone you hit. But this is the only way if there's a chance I can win.

If you don't do this, you won't get time to attack as well as flatter.

Epona's weakness is what makes these hands go through.

... If you imitate something with some power like this on your opponent, you will be switched to another means of attack.

But neither strength nor calm enough to do it is in Epona.

Even though Epona has me moving ahead of the preliminary motion, she steps in with idiotic honesty, shakes her fist up, but the retreat is out of her rifle fist in time, and aims for a moment of stretching out and stiffness, releasing a penetration of the counter.

This is a light hand, the next moment, blown by wind pressure, blown far beyond the ring, ring out.

I can't even take much of it, and I get beaten to the ground over and over and over and finally get it together.

... Well, if you aim at the counter from the front, this is what happens.

I really can't do it.

"Winner! Lug"

The referee seemed to have watched closely and was able to pick up the victory with a valid hit allowed before the ring out.

Sometimes I said I could see it because it was a counter aimed at a stiff moment, but I just look at S-class not to miss that one.

"Master Lug, it's amazing!

"I can't believe it, I beat that monstrous brave man."

"I bought a lot about him, but you went on top of it. Finn, are you sure you can do the same thing as him?"

"Just kidding. I'm not sure I can make it to the counter.... Lug Towaharde, has a hell of a good eye and reading. Regrettably, the brave, of course, don't feel like beating Lug at all. How about that kind of noish?"

"I agree. That's why I want him. If I can follow you and him, I can do anything."

I was watching our fight, my classmates excited, talking about our fight.

... you managed to win while hiding your bills.

I only use the eyes of Towahade to enhance my motor vision, and it's not something I can see in the long run.

I tried to get up, and I failed.

His breath is badly disturbed, his legs are laughing, sweat is gushing out of his whole body.

Looks like he was wearing out more than I thought.

It's not physical, it's spiritual.

Super recovery doesn't help my mind alone.

... Don't be upset if this is a real fight.

I say this one is exhausting, but Epona is more intact. I'll get one shot. Instead, it's over, and even if I hit the counter over there, it's about a piece of epidermis damage.

Seriously, I don't like it.

Do I have to kill this?

The epona came this way and offered me a hand. Grabbing that hand caused it.

"It's good to see you, Lug. I want to fight you again."

That word reinforced my concern that I was a Battlemaniac.

Reasonably, I would say something noisy about not breaking.

"Surprised, I didn't know you liked to fight"

"That's not what I'm saying. I'm a brave man, so I need to be strong. You have to train a lot to do that, but when you fight me, they all break. I want to be strong, but I can't be strong. As it is, I've always been anxious to lose if I fought a demon stronger than me or something. But Lug can't break, so he can train properly. I can finally be strong. Hey, can you do another mock fight like today? I only have Lug!

Is that what you mean?

Whether it's a mock fight or not, there's nothing you can do to fight Epona and be safe.

I guess the reason Epona's movements are so awkward is because she couldn't train properly.

There are many technologies that you can only acquire in battle, and you don't have that opponent.

Not that I like the fight, but my sense of purpose as a brave man seemed to make me say that line.

If you accept this proposal, I will be irreplaceable and deeply bonded to Epona.

Nevertheless, my life was at stake.

I would be broken if I kept doing this.

Still......

"Oh, happy. I have something to gain, too."

I'm pretty sure I can be strong in this kind of life-saving battle, too.

I can be strong myself, and earn trust, while keeping the brave naked.

Gains were exceeded in the profit and loss calculations.

The problem is that that makes the brave even stronger, but he decides that the benefits are greater.

"Hehe, you're looking forward to it. Ask your teacher to make all the mock fights Lug."

"Ha, that's an honor. But don't feel bad about me monopolizing the opportunity to fight the brave. Everybody wants to fight."

Seeing his classmate's face for help, they all turned to him.... even tarts and dias.

They know that, too.

If you play mock wars with Epona, you will surely be the second dance of the Knights. I prioritized my life over getting into the brave.

"Sounds like everyone has no complaints either. I'll do my best."

At this moment, it was decided that all mock wars would make you fight for your life.

... Be prepared for major injuries.

But you have to be careful never to get injured that will leave you with sequelae.

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That day, after class, Epona asked me to teach her something I didn't understand in my sitting class, and when it was over, I trained Dia and Tart, and I finally came back to my room.

When I was in seating, I felt much more forgiving of my heart than I had ever been.

After all, he was right to accept that proposal.

"Master Lug, you're pretty tired of your body. Does it feel good?"

"Oh, it's great. Tart massage is the best in the world."

"I'm glad. Me, you're hanging in there. Really hard."

Tart was giving me a massage.

It is thinly worn so that you can sweat, it is poisonous to the eyes of all things, the soft skin of the tart adheres to it, and as a man there is something quite spicy.

But it feels good.

The hardened muscles loosen up.

This would have happened more because of extreme tension than because I used too many muscles.

"It was a life-saving thing. What did those mock fights, the instructors think, make me deal with the brave ones?"

"I think it's simply because if you're not Master Lug, you'll be destroyed."

"If you make a mistake, so will I.... Well, I'm sure my father would do something about an injury he can't cure by a regular doctor."

"That's the strengths of Towaharde."

I heard a knock when I was doing that.

I blindfold the tart, let him get dressed, and I'll get dressed in my room myself.

The tart opened the door.

"Hey, Lug. You were amazing today. I brought you something nice to show you."

"Is that Neusch? If you know you're tired, just leave me alone."

"Hahaha, is that okay? This is not the only souvenir I have. I'm here to give you the information you want."

"You mean Epona"?

"That's right. Epona Liannon. She has a secret."

"... her. Is that a woman after all?"

On the family registry is a man, he is also enrolled as a man in this school.

"I knew you'd notice."

"Well, I hide it with clothes, but the skeleton is more natural to think of as a woman. Besides, if you look at Neusch's attitude towards Epona, you'll see. I tried to narrow my distance as a friend with the same eyes, but you were trying to get close as a lover."

"Ha, was it broken? Think of it as easy if you're a sex guy. She falls when she's a little gentle."

Tart looks at Neusch, who said so, with jito eyes.

Tart has something pure about it, so I guess he's resistant to that.

"Tart, don't look at me like that. I'm not going to slap you. If I can take in the brave, I will approach my dreams. I'm going to take care of you till the end if you have a proper relationship between a man and a woman, and I love you properly. That's the motive, but I'm serious."

"So you revealed that note because it made it harder, didn't you?

"Thank you, I think I've leaned towards you today.... I hope I can prove, just like you, that fighting her won't break. Unfortunately, I can't go out with that one. I can't believe you can handle that speed."

"It was a long time ago."

"Well, that's why it seems so difficult to be a lover, so I decided to approach you as your friend. Then it would be more convenient for you to have a deeper relationship. I don't know why I've grown up as a man..."

Listen to Neusch's explanation.

The content is roughly as imagined.

Is that the only reason why noble women grow up as men?

Born into a nobleman without magic, he was raised as a man.

Double bitterness. I also know how it grows.

Still, how many complexes does that brave man have to feel?

"Thank you, Neusch. This is going to make us better friends."

"I'm glad it helped. Well, I'll be there. You might want to take care of yourself, but you shouldn't go too far."

"I know. Unlike Neusch, I'm not going to treat you like a lover."

It would take as much distance.

So much so that they don't depend on you. When I said I wasn't going to treat you as a lover, it was weird and cute that the tart was relieved on the side.

"Then, Neusch, I have a favor to ask. Tomorrow is a holiday. I have a favor to do and I'm leaving this school. Just watch Epona."

"Look at him... ok, I don't even think I need to protect that dust, but it's my friend's favor. Let's take it. I'll lend it to you."

Neusch leaves.

"With that said, what happened to Dia? I don't see it after training."

"They have research in the library. After training, I changed and went straight."

"Right. Well, fine. Talking to you later will convince you.... Tart, I need a favor. Tomorrow is the holiday. Can you make me lunch? Thought I'd go for a picnic."

"Oh, that's nice. I'll put more on my arms."

The picnic is to give the two of us a breather... and also to try out my new special.

The training room is taught while concealing Tower Hard's skills, but there is only one thing you can do because you can't break the room.

I developed a Special Attack in the training room, but because of that constraint, I was inclined, I never actually used it, and then I can't use it in action.

So I've found a place where I can get my mind full.

Enjoy a picnic and take advantage of your new special moves.

Tomorrow, it's going to be a fun holiday.

The assassins targeting the brave are heartbreaking, but there are no assassins who can kill Epona, and if Neusch is watching me, I can be assured.