The Old Knight of a Frontier District

5

"The Goriola Empire, Lord Doriatessa Farren!

Parzam Kingdom, Lord Chantillion Greybuster!

Highly named, the two entered the arena.

It would be unusual for us to fight each other with our fine swords for the final of the general battle.

When you come to a place like this, you can stand up for your struggles and enhance your body and mind.

Even so, the two of you may be rather quiet.

That would also be an anomaly.

Doriatesa is taller as a woman, but Chantillion is slightly higher when lined up like this.

The length of the chosen sword is the same.

Chantillion also seems to vary slightly in arm length.

That slight difference in stride and arm length is of great significance in the battle between fine swords.

Suddenly the wind blew.

It's a wind blowing from north to south.

The chestnut hair of the chopped Doria Tessa is windy.

Chantillion's white shirt blinks.

A barrel bell rang.

Chantillion lifted his sword softly, and loosely turned toward Doriatessa.

Doria Tessa leaves her sword hanging.

The eyes have not turned a blind eye to Chantillion.

Instead, it sends a gaze to the lower body, while trying to softly capture the whole body.

There was a strong wind.

Chantillion, at once, packed a pause and sidelined the sword from left to right.

Doriatessa sank herself and sent this.

It is a slaughter whose neck would have been pruned if it had not been removed.

Something cold ran on Baldo's spine.

This man, he's serious about killing me.

Besides, I didn't know you'd be targeting your stomach face properly.

Chantillion waved his sword down from top to bottom.

Doria Tessa turned to the right.

I didn't just do it.

Half a step closer.

Now Doria Tessa is on the diagonal left front of Chantillion.

That distance, just half a step.

The face and face are between the fingers, but Chantillion has a fierce gaze, while the signs of Doriatessa's release are blurred.

It didn't seem clear from Baldo's position, but it didn't seem to distract his opponent.

Chantillion's sword mowed Doriatessa's left ankle.

It was a low and fast slaughter, so much so that it seemed so, but Doriatessa quickly stepped back and sent this.

(i) The breathing Chantillion mounted a series of attacks with a sword speed higher than before.

The first shot was naked and the second was poked.

And he was probably going to send out a fateful payoff on the third shot.

Doriatessa twisted her body the first blow and waved her sword in front of her shoulder just before the second came.

For a moment it looked like a shield.

Chantillion stopped attacking and took half a step back.

Doriatessa stands in a soft position.

The right elbow is naturally folded and the tip of the lifted sword is the height of the chest.

Chantillion breathed three times to examine his breath and breathed even louder to launch his next attack.

Fast, fast, fast.

Chantillion's sword changed from poking to nagging and further inverted to attack Doriatessa.

Doria Tessa flirts, squirts, squirts.

As if Jurchaga had gotten over it, he exposed himself under the white blade and continued to deflect.

Doria Tessa began with her own sword as she approached her chest at the end of a dozen degrees of aggression.

Chantillion once again pulled a step back and tried to get his breath ready, then.

Doria Tessa, who saw the motion of the electrolithic fire, unleashed the slaughter of the thrust in Chantillion's face after a powerful step.

Doriatessa's sword slashed and tore Chantillion's head off.

And what I saw was an illusion, and Shaotillion sent this with a slice of paper, which in turn unleashed a slash on Doriatessa's face.

Although Doriatessa twisted her body and sent this, it hit her right shoulder.

Even though the shoulder was metal armor, Doriatessa was heavily impacted and lay down on the ground.

Chantillion quickly approached him and poked his sword at Doriatessa's throat.

"One!

Lord Chantillion Greybuster. "

I didn't put my hair in between, and the referee's decision was made.

Doria Tessa can't get up for a while, holding her right shoulder down and nodding.

Again, Chantillion seems to have the moves to hit metal armor from the outside and damage the person inside.

The referee approached Doriatessa to discuss something.

Doriatessa looked up and shook her head, standing up.

The barrel bell rang and the second one was started.

The two remain facing each other with their swords facing each other, not trying to move.

The wind has intensified again.

The dirt rises.

Note that the two of you don't move.

Doria Tessa has originally taken defense-centric tactics.

What I don't know is Chantillion.

Why isn't Chantillion trying to set it up this time, after all that aggressive offense?

I knew the answer right away.

Chantillion's forehead was finally bleeding.

The blow of Doria Tessa earlier was not completely removed.

Cut out, is a prediction by intuition.

If you become an advanced person, you can clearly see the trajectory of how your opponent's sword will grow at what time.

Chantillion fought Doriatesa yesterday.

I bet you burned that sword speed, foot carry, punch in your eyes.

The orbit and power of the spike's blow, rolling out of a powerful step, should have caught your eye properly.

He would also have seen games two and five today.

That memory was added to the enemy's behavior in front of him, and should have made Chantillion's disconnect, more certain.

But Chantillion's cut betrayed Chantillion.

Conversely, Doriatessa's sword surpassed Doriatessa's previous.

It must have looked like a chantillion, as if the sword had stretched and suddenly accelerated.

Human beings in the midst of growth sometimes perform miracles like this.

Doriatesa's ability to grow drove Chantillion crazy.

My vision may still be shaky because it is a bleeding injury from my head.

My headache could be driving my normal decision crazy.

At this moment it may be said that Doria Tessa is hunting down Chantillion.

Right now, I'm about to see Doria Tessa's winning chance.

Doriatessa began to turn right.

Run at great speed, run.

Chantillion changes direction accordingly.

Twirling, Doriatessa turned around Chantillion.

Then, a powerful step was made, releasing the slaughter of the spike into the face of Chantillion.

As Doriatesa entered the offensive posture, Chantillion drew his sword to the left.

Coming!

Chantillion's hand.

Chantillion unleashed his first blow as Doriatessa slashed.

Even with the acceleration of the ramp, it should be noted that the speed of the sword is exceeded by Chantillion.

Chantillion's sword cannot be surrendered to Doriatesa, who takes the offensive stance.

It was supposed to be, but Chantillion's sword was taken by Doriatessa's sword.

It was the decoy that made him think he was going to carry out the slaughter, and he was going to do the defense from the beginning.

Chantillion's sword was immediately drawn and rolled out in exactly the same orbit, albeit in a half-stepped position.

Doriatessa sank her head and turned a second blow.

It is a move that cannot be made without the intention of making that move from the beginning.

Now the tip of Doriatessa's sword is at the tip of Chantillion's chest.

But that also means that Doriatessa is in Chantillion's midst.

In that position, you cannot send a third strike at a war-torn speed.

A third blow struck Doriatessa.

Doriatessa did not attempt to engage in the slaughter.

Conversely, he sank his shoulder as he twisted his torso to the right, hitting the striking blade from scratch.

Chantillion's white blade hit Doria Tessa's shoulder and was sucked into the base of her neck as she made a sloppy metal noise.

Bardo wondered if the demon had caught his heart.

From Baldo's point of view, Doriatessa is to the right and Chantillion to the left.

The tip of the sword struck into Doria Tessa's right neck is just blind spot.

I thought Doria Tessa's neck would rip off and fly now.

But it didn't.

What happened then was the sound of a metal clash telling us.

Neck guard.

The shoulder area worn by Doria Tessa has a neck guard.

Doriatesa called Chantillion's sword into her neck and took it with a neck guard.

By daring to step in and receive his opponent's sword, Doriatessa's sword has almost reached Chantillion's chest.

However, since he had stepped on his right foot greatly, once he had to pull his sword and foot back in, it was thought that he could not make a powerful attack.

But Doriatessa rotated her hips in the same position and sent her sword tip forward.

That move!

Cars showed me yesterday, that move.

That strange deliberate, Doriatesa made a brilliant reproduction.

The sword was deeply piercing the chest of Chantillion leather.

The two of you stopped moving.

The arena was surrounded by silence.

6.

Chantillion looks at the sword that stood on my chest with the eyes that see something incredible.

The madness of battle has already slipped out of him.

What would have happened if this sword had not been a matching sword drawn with a blade.

Needless to say.

The tip of the sword would have broken through his gut and lost his life.

Chantillion must have a clear understanding.

He said he was defeated.

I shouldn't have been willing to let my enemy's sword tip sweep through my body.

He also wore a superior breastplate so that he could protect his weaknesses in case the sword tip arrived.

But the crushed sword tip thrust through the breast of the leather, and Doriatessa's sword reached Chantillion's body.

You will be savoring the kind of surprise that heaven and earth have turned upside down.

Chantillion looked up and saw Doria Tessa.

Doria Tessa is staring at her opponents.

Looking at the side of it, Baldo thought it was embarrassing.

There is no pride, no humility, no hatred, no fierceness.

But there was the face of every man that tried to wield his best intentions.

Its cheeky, rough breathing face is filled with overpowered joy.

The Chancellor spoke to Chantillion.

Chantillion nodded.

An ambulance was called, and the sword stabbed by Chantillion was carefully pulled out.

Chantillion is painless and looks at Doria Tessa like a flattery.

After Chantillion was carried on a stretcher, the referee's declaration echoed.

"There's a battle!

Lord Doriatessa Farren. "

A cheer arose on Goliola's side, and it soon became a big cheer.

Doriatesa Farren achieved the feat of taking a fine sword and winning an overall division match.

It is a grand medal that I have never heard of before, and may be referred to as a procedure that should be told and conveyed with the history of the Competitive Martial Arts Association.

Doriatessa poked one knee to the ground and offered a prayer of gratitude.

with the gods, and to someone.

Then I thanked him, and when Doriatessa started walking to her formation, her long-awaited friends picked her up over the stone walls.

Blessed was the goddess who brought the honor of winning the overall division to her country, hitting her shoulders, surrounding her and standing still.

Proud, proud.

I'm proud of you.

As a matter of fact, it was Bardo himself who was feeling proud.

It was as if my own daughter had made a big deal out of it.

But Baldo saw the accumulation on Parzam's side, and felt like he had been exposed to water.

The knights of Parzam were quiet.

High nobility must be an indicator of the knights.

The same is true of knights in high positions.

Chantillion is one of the leading recipients of famous family blood in the country.

At the same time, he is in a position to be equipped with special martial authority: the Kingsguard Captain.

They will feel that the fact that the man took a fall on another country, but also on a woman, is a disgrace to all the knights of Parzam.

While it's quiet, it's still good.

If what comes next in that silence was not a clean blessing, what would happen?