The Peerless Kobold (WN)

And this was not long before the cobolts living in the sanctuary-designated Easteria forest protected the young girl...

On the way back from the ancient woods to the settlement, there was the village of Lucua, the cat ears, as a relaying point, and since yesterday a line of elves had been visited by Kobolt and others led by a silver-haired werewolf dog.

Having said that, there is no such thing as a place in a small village where everyone can stay, so we camped in an open place in the woods outside to reveal the night, but now the sound of a wooden sword pounding from it and the sound of a ripping tree spirit.

"Hey, ahhh!

Liz stepped in low, with her cat ears pinned with her temper, and with a wooden dagger gripping her right hand, she rolled out a spike aimed at a gap in the leather armor of the Kobolt of the Arm Black Giant.

Even if it's made of wood, a blow with velocity on it will injure you, so you shouldn't trust her with any inexperienced... of what inch stopping is common sense in training. Sometimes something can go wrong, and in the first place, the buster leaves his left foot behind and halves because he doesn't have to honestly eat the attack.

"Wow."

"Kuh, not yet!

Not staying on a blow, he controls her as she tries to rip her throat off with a wooden dagger gripped in her left reverse hand, holding down her thin wrist and doing her best to frustrate the edge of the slash.

"Voo, qualu...... (slow and light......)"

"Kuh!?

Having been grabbed by his left wrist, Liz pulled back the right arm stretched in the first blow, this time with a wooden dagger, even if he tries to target the heart... and the movement doesn't cross Buster's envisioned range either. He pulls his gripped thin wrist vigorously and wears her face with his left fist as she disfigured!

"Yikes!!

Unexpectedly Liz makes her body "frighten” and meditates hard on her eyes... but the pain never struck her, instead she was pounded in the middle of both cat ears of her head with a poff poff and a meatball.

"… Olga (…)"

"Ugh, you can't even beat a bareback buster... the path to the cat man Kensei is rugged"

In fact, unlike some demonic subraces, there is no ”sudden change”, but the subraces near mankind have also gone through experience and battle, rising slightly up the spiral staircase of silver in their unconsciousness.

One of its destinations is the Catman Kensei, who manipulates the incredible slaughter of motion vision and divine speed by the "Demon Eye of the Moment," a racial hero to whom all Catman Warriors aspire. However, I cannot understand the common language of the continent. It is refreshing about the Kobolt of the Arm Black Giant.

(Hmm, I don't know what words mean...)

As Liz seemed somewhat depressed, Kobolt, the arm-black giant, added more head pov pov to finish the mock fight with her asked through the herd's general.

(Well, what's going on over there...)

A paragraph away, he looks surprised, a wild young man with a sharp silver-haired eye approaching him with a wooden sword with a Cat Swordsman.

"... aren't you subtly blunt, Archer?"

"I'm not used to this body... aren't you getting stronger that way, Wallace?

"I have regrets for losing a friend in a little ghost attack, and I can't afford to be exposed to it again and again."

An ageless, honorable man with an invincible grin flew away from the cut, placing a wooden sword in eight phases.

"Chip, there's no gap... don't get really strong"

This confronting party (this one) managed to succeed a few days ago and is in a humanized state where it can finally be pronounced decently... so my body can't move as I wish. Besides, the clothes with tail holes that I just bought yesterday in the village of Luqua also inhibit movement compared to a cloak of lumbar cloth.

Still, we also needed to try how far we could fight in the appearance of someone who was limited in ability, and asked Wallace to do a mock fight... but there was also a loss of smell, hearing, and the growth of his opponent, forcing him to struggle.

(Can't you step into the breadth...?!?

When attacking, the natural flow is close to clapping, and the diagonal slashing down aimed at the upper body flies.

"Blame me!

"Guh."

With a single piece of paper, the wooden sword is slashed obliquely, but at the moment of contact, the cat swordsman lets his wrist sleep and slip his gains, returning the tip of the sword as he draws a half-moon downward at a difficult rate of recognition, releasing the pursuit in the same trajectory without any difference in dimensions.

"Huh!?

I gripped the wooden sword so hard that it wouldn't get bounced off, and while I managed to withstand a series of strikes, the sword pressure clamped and the blade part tried to slip through my gains. He inhibited Wallace's movement by pushing and slashing him with the chills of the moment, cutting him once and then jumping away quickly, earning distance and face-to-face again.

"Let him take his guard in a series of attacks, turn his consciousness towards his upper body, and then slash him to the lower level..."

"You're right, you're amazing."

With a grin and words exchanged, I twisted my upper body with my sides and dropped my hips, turning my sword tip behind my body to take a tiger swing stand.

(Sure, be a fool hanging from a blow...)

In response to this one (here) who remembered the words and the magic of a mercenary Sakura from the Far East and pioneered his consciousness, Wallace stepped half a step back on his left leg, putting the wooden sword up in a slightly lower back position.

After a while, the silence is torn apart and the two blades flash!

In response to the slashing of this one (here), who crawled through the ground and mounted the centrifugal force and sword speed due to the opening of the upper body (spring), the slashing of the other (there), which gained power by sliding the left leg back and poking one knee into the ground and swinging deep through it, will be welcomed.

The fierce sound of wooden swords hitting each other rings, and a blow all over me launches the slaughter of a cat swordsman overhead, creating a deadly gap.

"Ugh!?

"I got it!!

I could instantly return my wrist and cut Wallace's torso...

"Well, it's made of wood"

"Right..."

Each other's wooden swords had already been broken by a collision of slaughter caged with all their might.

"What do we do, go on?

"No, I'll stop... I don't feel like I can beat you with my bare hands"

When he gently took a fist fight setup and confirmed it as he disciplined the magic surrounding his body and was ready to activate the Vajra body, the cat man of honor waved his hand plumply to indicate his rejection.

I also pull out my shoulder and turn my consciousness to Buster and Liz, who were in a mock fight as well, but their gaze, which would have ended earlier, has been thrown a little out of place.

There was an Axe down there with a bottle of honey clenched, eating a broken, flying swordtip direct hit on his face... I'm sure he was licking the honey without my involvement and missed it.