"Wow......"
Understanding that this was the case even before he stood here, Alan could see his face twitching.
While holding the sword and checking the feel of the scaffolding, I gripped it again and again to feel the palm of my hand wet. Everything sounds like tinnitus in a noisy space, and no one can even pick up a single word. I really want to impose my opponent on the other knights. Of course, such a thing is unacceptable.
No matter how good the opponent in front of him may be, whether he is a strong man or a murderer who is not ordinary, he can only fight.
Alan had no choice but to ask the senior knight who stood near him for help. Stroking the skin twitchingly, while chewing the back teeth with murderous and domineering aura, I once again grasp the opponent I should defeat with both eyes. Even now, I stand in front of myself calmly, and without changing my complexion, I only fly my intent to kill.
To the strongest and worst Recruit, Harrison.
Main enlistment test.
Only one exam per year for all experienced recruits to be promoted to Knight of the Order. Recruit Alan Berners, who made his debut as a new recruit last year, was also a test he was looking forward to.
The exam consists of a winning match between Recruits. Although the number of recruits has been decreasing due to the reform carried out by the Knights Commander about a year ago, the tournament battles with a number close to the size of the main team are still a major event for the Knights.
Even after the opening ceremony, it was a full-day test that ran from early morning to late night at all the matchmaking areas and training venues in the training grounds that were still given vast space, as well as all the venues that were set up temporarily.
Not only the examiner and referee, but also the entire Knight Corps, and sometimes the royal family, who peek at the mission, the gatekeeper, the watchman's knight.
Alan naturally waited for his turn to come, hurting his body.
Since joining the recruits last year, I think it's been a dream for Alan for the past year alone. Engage in all of your knights from morning to night, and after the exercise, you can use any practice station or weapon on the premises. Sometimes I could wield my sword until the morning, and sometimes I could be guided by my knight's senior. Moreover, thanks to the reform just started when I joined the group, I not only assisted the main knight, but also spent a lot more time practicing than previous recruits.
When I joined the team, I was able to wield my sword with confidence, even if I only had a minimal amount of sword skills. In this case, I was really enthusiastic that enlisting in the main army was not a dream, but...... the opponent in World War I was the worst.
Harrison Dirk. Alan, who has only been a recruit for a year, has been able to fully understand the nature of his problem.
Brawls between recruits were trivial, and sometimes the Knights of the Horde came to a halt. I don't try to interact with anyone, and I don't even accept invitations to interact. As a new recruit, he's no longer late or absent except when he falls from ill health, and he's definitely a no-brainer among the Knights, rather than a new recruit.
At the same time, however, his only skill in the fight was to be seen by the main knight as one of the most prominent recruits. According to Alan, who witnessed Harrison's prowess in his entrance exam two years ago, it was surprising that he was still in the recruits. Until a year ago, I was told that I had broken two bones of my first opponent in my home team exam.
The strongest and worst problem child stands in front of him as his opponent.
From the judgment comes the names of both parties and their special abilities. In addition to being a place where it is not possible to use special abilities, if special abilities are used here, it is confirmed by both parties that they are disqualified at that time. From Alan, who is not a Special Ability, Harrison can use his fast legs here for a moment to determine his own victory at that point. However,... I had been faintly aware that Harrison might not even need to use his Special Ability in his own power.
─But that's no reason to abstain.
Shortly after Alan swallowed his mouth, he refocused his strength on the hand holding the sword. From the judgment, the sign of "the beginning" was released.
I kicked the ground. Alan got a little ahead of me when I jumped in. Harrison stood his sword in front of him and jumped out. Alan had the advantage of getting into the opponent's pocket, but Harrison was the first to wield his sword.
Despite the weight of the sword resupplied to the recruits, Harrison, who waved lightly to the side with one arm, and Alan, who held it with both hands, received it. Grind your teeth into a heavy blow that you won't receive with a gesture or a light hand. At the very least, if the swords oppose each other and push each other together, Alan could put his strength into his arm to play once, but in the meantime Harrison disappeared from sight.
Harrison, who was so close to cutting himself with his sword, suddenly disappeared and the pressure on his sword eased. He blinked unexpectedly, but it was a mistake. While the eyelids were only closed for a moment, Harrison, who had lowered his posture to below Alan's knees, waved his strenuous legs to Alan's side and pounded them into his flank.
Guh...... even though Alan couldn't stand the surprise, he could still hold on with his two legs. But it wasn't Harrison who finished with a bunch of hits. Alan, who had made a momentary gap without losing his posture, pushed out relentlessly in a low posture.
Even the opponent who was frightened by the pain, but also Harrison who was aiming at his neck, felt that his life was in danger and prevented it again with his sword, but he managed to play the part with the handle in time. At that moment, Harrison opened his eyes a little surprisingly, but he didn't loosen his hand. He jumped up and waved his sword sideways.
Alan finally got into a sword fight while resounding the hard sounds of metal, but contrary to that, he realized the difference between practice and practice.
I think my sword fight has reached a pretty good line in my recruits in the past year. I am more confident with my bare hands and my physical strength. However, Harrison was attacking both of them in a natural combination.
I wasn't promised what kind of hands the opponent would use in a real fight. We must be vigilant in all battle methods, not only with the sword, but also with the bare hands.
Harrison doesn't have any clearance for a single blow of metal bouncing through his teeth, and Alan wants to take his best shot.
Just trying to slightly change the direction of his leg in an attempt to kick it out, Harrison agilely aimed at it with his sword. If I pulled my leg back without being slashed, the gap would only come back to Alan as a result.
Above all, Harrison's sword was in one hand, but he managed to follow the speed with the sword he held with both hands. It's not just a matter of strength, the arms of the sword are too different.
Alan, who was perfectly defensive in anyone's eyes, finally began to remember the numbness of his hand, and at the same time he was fired upon.
Rather than reacting to it, Harrison was just dumbfounded because he was tired of it. Instead of grasping the continuous strike with a dot, Alan stood with his sword to the side and tried to prevent it. When Harrison swung the continuous strike that he had slammed from above from below in an instant, the sword was easily released from Alan's hand into the sky. Understanding that his defeat had been confirmed by the sword being thrown from his hand, Alan distorted his face in remorse.
The sword fluttered across the sky, slamming into the ground and rolling...... it wasn't long.
"Wait, Harrison..."
The battle was over. Yes, the referee stopped on his way to tell me to continue.
Alan, with his sword in the air and no weapon, was waving his second shot at Harrison at close range without stopping.
Once defeated, Alan is not immersed in defeat. The opponent who had to defeat the battle posture at the moment of victory or defeat was aiming his sword at himself.
Alan jumped up vertically on the sideways and avoided the sword that had been swung sideways. After Harrison swung across, there was nothing but the sky, and Alan's feet were higher than Harrison's gaze.
Alan thought he'd been able to avoid it, but Harrison didn't stop there. With the sword in one hand, I thought I turned to the other side, and now I aimed at Alan, who was unable to move in the air with his raised legs. Alan, who was about to hit the horizontal plane, had his forearm slammed into the ground from the air under the pressure of Harrison's kick.
Without rolling, he reached the ground with both feet, but as he landed in a crouched position, Harrison swung his sword straight down again.
As soon as he opens his mouth, Alan jumps backwards from his head, stands upside down, pushes his hands against the ground, and jumps up in a single spin.
Alan was able to land safely on his feet, but his waist was still unchanged. Harrison was already rushing in when he put his foot on the ground.
The referee also spoke up to stop, but Harrison was faster. The sword was not a big deal, but Alan decided to throw the sword away as soon as he threw it away.
I waved up my sword in one hand and threw it sharply the next moment. If it was a jumping tool, Alan would take a breath at the outrageous throwing of a sword. The speed was more than a spear, but the monotonous line of attack immediately jumped from the spot and escaped from the orbit, but Harrison waved his fist before escaping.
Gosh, with a much more dull sound than a sword, Harrison's fist and Alan's forearm hit.
The two seconds of close quarrels lasted, but that was it.
"Shit, you son of a bitch..."
Alan's front kick hit Harrison's jaw for the first time.
During the attack and defense of the fist and arm, which were tortured with more strength than expected, the blow from the blind spot hit Harrison beautifully. Harrison bent his chin from the middle and escaped the force, but he still bit his tongue and ran from the back of his teeth to the back of his ear. And this time, Alan didn't stop.
While Harrison's vision inevitably deviated from his own, he pushed his fist into the front of his hungry stomach. Harrison exhaled all his breath from his lungs at the second stroke. Even with the armor on, the fist sounded more than expected.
Even so, even though I fell and stayed on both legs, I was kicked from the opponent who was supposed to be in front to the back of my head. Alan's spinning kick from the opposite leg rolled Harrison to the ground.
If you cling to the ground with your four legs, the attack from Alan won't stop. Alan jumped in with his fist, not long before Harrison got back on the ground. The next moment, I moved on to working with Harrison, who was lying on his back, and Alan, who was lying on top of him.
From Alan's point of view, even before Harrison flipped his sword, there was a lot of frustration.
Although it is the first time to enlist, I asked if I could enlist or go to a good place easily because I was defeated in the first round.
I was genuinely confident, so I was more angry with myself than I was. It was unpleasant and unbearable. Even though it was easy to stand up, I was sure to get angry if I swung my sword over and over again. The emotion of "winning is a joke" appears in the fist as it is.
Besides, the sword wasn't edging, it was slashing with the intention of slashing everything. I don't know why the loser shouldn't be killed again and again. The opportunity to join the main army was extended a year ahead, and the admired knight was far away. I don't remember that Harrison wanted me dead. Orange eyes were glowing as they clenched their teeth to catch Harrison's gaze.
Combining their hands, Alan, a rider with pure skill, will naturally compete against Harrison. As soon as they came close enough to each other to snort, they hit their heads into Harrison's face. The moment I tried to bite Harrison, who looked a little frightened, into his teeth until his teeth broke.
Alan, stop it. You're disqualifying yourself.
"...... Huh?"
Alan suddenly woke up to the voice of the Referee Knight.
The raised face stopped in a way that I could not abandon. At the same time that my domination had expired, I was strangled from behind by the rushed referee. At the same time, Harrison was pinned down by the two main knights who rushed to him.
Unlike Harrison, who was awakened by Alan's slightly dumbfounded consciousness and still raging about being able to do it, Alan remained unresisted after being captured. At some point, I noticed that there were an incomparable number of Knights in the main force than when I started the first round. "Is it Harrison again?" "No. Isn't that him? I can't sort things out at all while I hear voices arguing with each other." With his eyes open, he turned back to the referee, who seized him by his neck alone.
"Um, I think I was defeated earlier......
"I have to disqualify Harrison immediately after that!?" Harrison is disqualified for breaking the rules! The right to enter is yours, so don't get angry anymore. Don't cause any problems. "
Ask Alan with his index finger, the referee explains half-way.
Rules for Enlistment Examination. Alan naturally remembers what was explained to the Knight Commander and Deputy Commander before the event.
Either you surrender, you drop your sword, or you lose consciousness. It is also forbidden to kill the opponent. Prohibit the use of special abilities, prohibit the use of weapons other than swords, and prohibit unnecessary attacks when a victory or defeat is decided. Depending on the deliberations, excessive injury may result in disqualification. Since it is only a [Knight's] entrance examination, it is only natural to observe the minimum Knights' Path.
No matter how powerful you are, you will not be recognized as a knight.
"Harrison was disqualified for the same rule violation last year.... even though I was disqualified last year, I didn't expect to commit the same act again this year....."
What the hell is that? And I think the judgment is in my heart.
Last year, the opponent was broken, so they were considered incapable of fighting, and both were defeated. Instead of being broken, however, Alan fought back against Harrison admirably, as anyone could see.
In view of the intensity of the brawl with Harrison, Alan was a bit worried about whether he should be disqualified, but it was only after a series of blows from Harrison that Alan began to defend himself. I grasped the problematic behavior of Harrison last year and decided to see more judgments, saying that I was also responsible for Harrison's rampage, which I could not stop with my own eyes.
Many attacks and defenses were repeated among the people who fought each other in a brawl, but in the eyes of the viewer, including the referee, it was only a few tens of seconds before it was captured.
Thinking about it, Alan, who is now being seized by his own arm, is more worried about the referee than if he were a problem child comparable to Harrison.
Apart from the problematic behavior in the past year at least, the recruits are also close to each other, and the Knights are cute and motivated. But to tell you the truth, Harrison is a loyal recruit to his orders and orders except for his problematic behavior.
While I was thinking about it, the two knights who captured Harrison dragged the disqualified person off the test site. The referee was terrified to announce the official passage to Alan, but he relaxed his hand to strangle the feathers. If there has never been a gesture of resistance since the capture, then after explaining, I peek into Alan's face with a small number of mouths.
The wide-open orange eyes were now shining brightly.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I regret that I lost to Harrison and that I was unwilling to take the exam, but when I was told that I thought it was a defeat, the fact only shone now. She clenched her fist and gnawed at the joy with both hands.
The referee laughs sighing at Alan's apparently harmless appearance.
After the coughing, Alan Berners officially announced that he was advancing to the second round.
It was a first-round victory for Alan, not too victorious in shape, but no one objected to Alan's advance, which was followed by the beating of Harrison. Alan jumped cheerfully in the "second round", and the referee warned him to pick up the dropped sword and treat it in the ambulance. Even though she looks fine now, it's true that Harrison attacked her relentlessly. In some cases, there is a possibility that there is an injury such that it is judged that it is not possible to continue the investment on the spot.
"No, I'm really fine. I'm really hungry, and I'm definitely not broken, so I can't move about two or three of them..."
"I understand, so I leave." Even if you're good, if you're really broken, I'll stop you. "
The referee now exhales heavily, pushing Alan's back out of excitement as he suddenly decides to advance.
Harrison said the problem children were out of hands. I really want Alan to be a good girl somehow... so I'll reconsider.
"...... no, were you still there......"
I muttered in my mouth, swallowed it, and then welcomed the next two opponents.
Unlike Harrison, who was like a battle maniac, and Alan, who beat Harrison to death. I'm not here, I remember how many recruits were treated like seeds in the first round.
Recruit the biggest celebrity recruit of the last year, called "Elite" and "Recruits" for better or worse.
After that, it was only after dawn that Alan decided to advance to the final venue, where only four of his recruits could advance.