The Branded Female Fencer

Jake was thinking as he went back to class alone. I didn't mean Ms Hamitte, I meant Crudas.

Jake had recently realized that he was rapidly becoming stronger. I hardly even deal with Miltre or Marion anymore. I am experienced in action with them, but the sword is not a sword forged in action, but still a sword nourished in practice.

And most importantly, I thought it was different what I hung on my sword. Miltre's sword is a sword of gratitude to his adoptive father. A sword that is waved to repay your favor to your adoptive father, not to defeat your enemies. Marion's sword is also a sword that he wields to be king, not a sword cultivated to defeat a clear enemy.

But Crudas is not. His sword was a sword forged only to defeat the enemy. Powerful and sharp, they draw a line with other students. But still, Jake felt something was different.

"(It's a weird story to hold this sentiment in a position you haven't won once... but you're not afraid of Crudas' sword. Something is decidedly different from Alberto or Rafferty. Besides, there are several Knights in the Temple Knights who are better than Crudas if it's just fear. I wonder how that makes such a difference)"

Jake was thinking. We know that technology does not extend far to Crudus. I thought of it as this to fill in the difference, but I thought about it. Then this time, I wonder why you thought that.

Maybe it's something I wouldn't normally even care about, but this question really kept me out of my mind. Dora makes a glimpse of her face just like that.

"Oh, I was there"

"Whoa, don't be surprised if it's Dora. Can I help you in the emergency room?

"No, you're worried because I heard you fell."

"It's always the same thing."

Jake is vegan. It shouldn't be too much of a scratch for me. It is also a common story in training with Alberto, such as losing your mind.

But Dora was staring at Jake's face from close range. No matter how distracted he was, Jake was unconscious to allow that much proximity. I accidentally tried to fly, and Dora grabbed me by the sieve. Dora's beautiful face, which could also be taken as a woman, was at a breathtaking distance from Jake.

"Hey, what's up?"

"... I'm hitting my head a lot harder. I haven't set my eye focus yet, and I'd better get some rest today. Even if it doesn't look like a big deal, it could be shocking to the brain. It'll be a habit, won't it?

"Right. So, you came all the way out here to say that?

"Yeah, but?

Dora admitted with a strange face, but Jake sighed, ha.

"Um. I'm not a woman, so why are you so worried?"

"It's only natural to worry about your friends. I'm the one who's been traveling and living. [M] Tomorrow's life was an unsecured day. So the day is so loving. The same goes for my friends. I don't know when the people next door will be gone. We've all forgotten that."

"Well, then, this is a peaceful city."

"I don't know that. The crisis may always be beside us."

"I worry too much. I knew you were like a woman."

"Hmm, I guess. By the way, what if I were a woman?

To Dora's unclamped question, Jake almost remembered to dizzy again.

"Why would you ask that question?

"It's a story. I don't think it's funny what you're talking about, as if you don't love anyone else.

"Right... it will be the men around you. That's all you got."

"Are you coming over, too?

To Dora's question, Jake feels increasingly unclear. But I answered Dora's thoughts with a strong tone.

"No, because I have Lisa... but I think that would be beautiful if you were a woman. Ten times better than twirling."

"Oh well... that was hilarious too"

"What?

"No, we're talking over here"

Dora smiles indescribably and tries to leave the spot. And I looked back and said this with a smile.

"Oh, I think Dute Hilde's gonna be pretty, huh? You know, if you get too far out of the way, you might regret it, right?

"You can't do that, you twirl"

"It's life that doesn't know what's going to happen. You should take care of people who favor you."

"No, what's in your favor?

Jake remembered Dute Hilde's golden voice against himself and worried about what was in his favor. The imaginary Dute Hilde's voice was so loud that he didn't even realize Dora had left in that gap.

Continued