The Branded Female Fencer

Heavy. My body is heavy as lead.

I was often left unscrupulous when I thought about it. I was told from an early age that I had to do the least than possibly make a selection of brave men, even though it was a routine, such as running through the mountains with a sword bigger than my height.

What I liked was the knife used for cooking, but when I realized it was replaced by a sword. Since then, the cooking number has become my job, but I don't feel that I can make anything with my hands wet in blood. My brother and father praised me for the flavor, but I didn't feel very comfortable sifting through the dishes to anyone else.

The art of fighting was thoroughly trained. It was only rarely put out in the avant-garde, but my father and brothers were superior warriors, so a look-see alone was enough exercise. I'm still not the first to see more warriors than they are, but I always wondered if I needed to work out even though they were there. Not once or twice did I ask if I needed to continue my unparalleled and dangerous journey in search of true bravery. But both my father and my brother smiled and replied:

"(We are not the vessels of the brave. No matter how strong we are, we are just warriors. Because we know that, we are a clan that delivers weapons. Your talent, your strength, will be the best in history, but you must not be a brave man yourself. Command your liver to do just that)"

I still don't know where that word is intended. What true brave men are, what we train for, is what it means to collect weapons. But I know exactly why my father and brother trained me. The clan was already rotten, except for themselves, and I was the hope for them.

That is why we must clear up the carelessness of our father and brother at all costs, even if this body is to be ruined. Until then, no matter what means I use, no matter how dangerous I will be depositing myself with my opponent, I will surely make it happen - almost a thousand years after I believed that was what I meant by living.

Excellent obsession, too. I didn't expect myself to live this far, being just a human being. When we ran out of information on the diminutive weapon, we dropped the metabolism to the extreme and went into a long dormant state. Then wake up in a certain cycle and collect new weapons. How repetitive would that action have been?

What protection, or curse? Or simply because the time of activity itself is short? The flesh has always remained young, but I feel the limits are just near. I'm sure it is, because this person remains human. Or can the 'seal' be solved?

"(If only I had been calmer then, there would have been a slightly different way of life by now. I may have had enough time to look for the true brave, but it's all a later festival now. I was engulfed with anger and vengeance and almost killed all my clans.

But if the limit is near, we must find someone who can entrust everything to us. But can it be convenient? -) "

Titania felt her consciousness waking up from her dreams. Heavy body means apparently there's still life. Are you happy or sad that you lost it to death? For now, this is not the first time I have become back and forth unconscious, but even in this situation near awakening, I don't get enough energy to just look around me. Apparently it was quite unwell and I was even glad to have broken through the qualifying round. With so much malaise, even the miscellaneous fish can take unconsciousness from the other person.

Titania - as I remembered my name and tried to move my fingers a little bit, I heard voices around me.

"- Thank you. I showed it to Sister and she looked pretty debilitated. What would have happened if you hadn't carried me"

"It does not extend to examples. I just happened to want to come through."

"No, I will officially thank you later. May I see your name?"

"... Milnay. He's a mercenary participating in this Unified Martial Arts Games."

"Lord Milnay, thank you from me first. Happy to be in your fight."

"Oh."

Titania opened her eyes softly after hearing the exchange that far. Only one more person indoors feels signs that the conversation has apparently left. I woke myself up that I would be able to get out now, but it still doesn't work the way I think. I have a hand holding myself off the bed.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah, I'm fine"

Titania had feelings for the person who held herself. Oh, my God, isn't that Jake, the boy knight who gave me help the other day?

Jake would naturally have noticed, but there was a surprise in his face. When Titania was having trouble coping, Jake guided her further.

"... are you sure you're okay?

"I thought you said it wasn't a problem, but you said you couldn't trust me?

"No, it's not"

"Tears."

Jake pointed me out and I realized I was in tears. But I don't know why. The impudence of falling here, or is it no way a sentiment for the past? Or - Titania couldn't organize her emotions and also lost sight that she remained held by Jake.

Jake raised his voice like he was in trouble.

"Um..."

"... no, I'm sorry. Why, I shouldn't have cried for a long time now"

"I'll talk to you, if you like."

"Hehe, you're sweet. You are."

Titania smiled and Jake let go of his hand somehow. When has it been the first time I've been upset by a woman's smile?

You noticed Jake's reaction like that, Titania went overlapping.

"You must thank me for something."

"No, no... because this is my duty as a knight"

"That doesn't bother me. Is there anything you want me to do, anything I can do?

"Hmm."

Jake is in trouble, so a little prank glanced at Titania.

"I'd have a little trouble if they told me to hold you, but otherwise, let's do good"

"Buffoo! Hey, what?"

"Look, I'm not going to be bad. Or do you think I'm different from your taste?

"No, not like that. But I have a fiancée."

"What, it would be the guy's worth. If you think it's your fiancée's practice bench."

Titania with a slightly luscious grin as it was vs. Jake started sweating sloppily, so Titania blew out and slapped Jake on the shoulder.

"Sorry, you're joking too much"

"... no, really. I was more in a hurry than on the battlefield."

"So, what do we do? My desire to repay you is true, and my feelings are not as they have been helped."

Now against Titania with a serious gaze, Jake often thought and suggested.

Continued