It is a confrontation between a dra son and a dra son.
It is a confrontation between the same bad boys, but still the ratings of both were already unhelpfully open.
"... to the boulder, if you pull out the treasure, you pull out the sword"
"Yeah, sure."
We were serious about each other.
Neither of us wore protective equipment, and there was concern that something would happen to 'what if'.
At least, as far as the distorted grin on the side that challenged the battle was concerned, it was all too obvious that they were after it.
"Does that mean that treasure is powerful?"
"Yes, immature is a muscle tool for me"
However, the expression on the side of the battle was very calm.
In what mood, therefore, does he hold the sword?
The nobles watching the game watched nervously, spitting.
"Immature... when you are aware that you are weak. Isn't that a heavy seat for you as a martial arts guide?
"Yeah, to be honest... I'm still thinking it's premature"
"Then..."
The challenged man lays his sword on the Great Upper Stage.
When I waved my sword in both hands, it was just the temper of a special.
"Shouldn't we give way to the more deserving?
"It's not me or you who decides that. No?
"Exactly... So let's show each other what we can do here!
Son Dora, who ran out, was waving his sword down with all his strength from the Great Upper Stage.
That blow, which should also be called a helmet, was the momentum to destroy every sword, even if the opponent defended it.
In contrast, the martial arts guide quietly dodges.
Its eyes looked at the opponent's entire body, not the very sword whose liver was cold.
"Yes, you can't take my blow!
"Yeah, sort of."
Once the sword was swung down, it was raised diagonally from the lower section to follow the evasive opponent.
But you can take this.
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When using a sword, the strongest is an attack that cuts down from the large upper section.
A blow that weighs a sword or weighs itself in is the orbit that destroys most defenses, even if it is simple, to inflict fatal injuries.
By contrast, the blow that cuts up from the bottom to the top is inferior.
The martial arts guide, who decided it was an attack to be subjected to, was actually taking it and showing it.
"About a blow...!
"Yeah, let's go on"
It was clear from the look on the face and sword muscle of the attacking dra son that this battle was not eight hundred.
If it hits your head, your skull will be smashed, if it hits your neck, your head will fly away, and if it hits your torso, your bowels will spill out.
Then I know it's too harsh an attack. But the martial arts guide role was fighting as he turned to the receiving side.
Sometimes we fight back, but it's also been lightly received. It should be extremely unfavourable in terms of numbers, but I could try to feel at ease like a dance for both men and women.
"With such a light sword, what can be slashed! What can I kill with a sword with no hips like that!
"Yeah, I guess so."
The martial arts guide is going to fight back, but not with all his weight.
Even though both sides are not wearing protective equipment, they are still not powerful enough to break bones.
It was a light sword that was all prevented but wouldn't be fatal if it hit.
That's why it's taken lightly. You can turn straight into a counterattack.
Dra son was in a good mood for being an offense. Yes, the overwhelming earlier was caused by the performance of the treasure and the incompetence of the men collected.
Without the treasure, it is up to me to be stronger. And that's exactly what the status quo was.
"This is the sword in action...... a real sword!
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"With an elegant sword, what the hell can you kill!
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"I don't know what you've learned... but it's me who's stronger!
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Gradually, the face of the martial arts guide becomes cloudy.
Similarly, the four people watching the game had a more or less expressive look.
……
"What's the matter, try slashing me! If there's anything I can do!
"... Could it be that Mr. Sansui was in the same mood"
Humans have personality.
Exactly the same person can't even be a twin.
I know that, but the martial arts guides looked at their old living copies and gave them a complex look.
In that way, we will continue the fight with only minimal counterattack and evasion, defense.
The faces watching it were beginning to figure out what he was up to.
A few minutes later, after a few dozen or so meetings.
The advantages and disadvantages were visible and obvious.
"Why... why..."
"Well, you're right, but you're honestly not happy."
The martial arts guide, who fought fifty men first, has little disturbance in breathing though.
But Dora son was breathing on his shoulder. His face is red stained and sweaty, his knees and hips bent, and his elbows stretched out to weigh the sword he has in his hand.
There were no injuries on either side, which means I was just tired.
"Hey, why..."
"The reason is simple, there's not enough running in"
Why can a sword slash things?
For it is sharp, stiff, and above all heavy.
Swords can slash objects because they wield sharp, hard and heavy objects with quick weight.
If so, it naturally drains a lot of health if you keep swinging sharp, hard and heavy objects with your weight quickly.
Of course, strength is to some extent compensated by youth. But if you are the same young man, then training from time to time is more than material training.
And endurance is not due to extreme and harsh workouts, but even cultivated with simple and redundant basic training.
In all the conversations he's had so far, it was all too obvious that he didn't like it.
In addition, the martial arts guide was fighting to receive and keep his health warm. Dora son, whose body was hardened by blood, was accelerating his health consumption even further.
The occasional counterattack also prevents the target from breathing. Or only to avoid a series of unprotected attacks.
"Slash one or two people, and that makes me tired and unable to move. There is no battlefield for such a warrior."
We had a long conversation and Dra son's health has recovered a little.
The burning throat also showed a fit, and my lungs have calmed down.
You'll be able to cut in a few times, but you'll run out of strength again in those few.
"At first, the boulder had a definite sword muscle. But every time the fight prolonged, it collapsed more and more. By spiritual impatience, by physical fatigue... those two things disturb the sword, you admonish its immaturity."
Whoever saw it, it was a battle.
You don't need a Special Attack to kill Dra's son from here, if you cut him normally, he'll cut you straight to death.
It seems like a pitiful maneuver to turn to the guard and aim for wear and tear, but if you look at the cracking mood earlier, you can almost ask for the courage of the martial arts guide who was able to defend it slowly before.
"No... why don't you kill me!
It was humiliating.
You look at yourself now exhausted, and you guys are laughing.
My words, which were on track earlier, are bouncing back at me as they were.
The humiliation was unacceptable to him.
"You don't even have the guts to slash me!
That's why you attack the other guy's sweetness.
Such a sweet man should not be forgiven.
"Don't deflect the argument, the dwarf"
But such 'deception' does not lead to the role of a martial arts guide.
"The fact that I won't slash you and your lack of training is a completely different matter. You first accept my point. You're not strong enough to have a big face, accept that fact correctly."
"Bullshit! You're the one who would be deceiving me for not having the guts to slash me!
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"You didn't kill me! What's wrong, are you going to tell me you're afraid to kill people?! Who doesn't have the guts to name the strongest in the region!
strongest, there was too much deviation in the recognition of the word.
That's why we couldn't help but talk.
"That's shallow, your strongest. Your salvation, your ideal, is even shallow in the bottom. And there's more to it than we used to be."
It was my old self.
Born in a similar house, equally overwhelmed by power, he pitied his ungrown dra son.
"What a fool... the battle, the killing each other! It doesn't make sense if you don't win!
"Right."
"Then you can't kill people, you can serve as a martial arts guide..."
"Can't you kill people? You really think so?
In a heartfelt wonder, the martial arts guide role held a sword.
I know the sword is serious. If so, that's what amateurs can use and hang up. If the opponent is likely to be exhausted now, all the more so.
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"You're the one without the guts, not at all..."
It could be slashed, slashed and a natural situation.
The void of Dora son, who recognised it, was falling off.
All I'm saying is airy, airy. I never even left this city, he had no such wasted courage to be content in this city.
"Besides, it's not because I don't have the guts to kill you. More than that, killing humans in this situation is not the one with the guts to take care of it."
With that said, let go of one hand from the sword and point it at you.
"This is only a party. A place for my parents to interact with merchants, including your parents. Naturally, there are many ladies and children. That's the Lord's boy, too."
Until just now, he was telling me that he wasn't dealing with someone he was cutting with his sword to kill himself with all his might.
"If I slaughter you, you'll all be in trouble, won't you?
"Hey, what the...! Shame on me for that reason!
"You only think about yourself, you should be careful not to offend others"
The man, who was recognized as capable of providing guidance, spoke quietly to a person in a responsible position: a local lord.
"Surely there is a battle that must win anything. There is also a battle to scrape mud, bloody and twisted, and whatever must be in your hands. But it shouldn't be now."
That's what you have to do, even if you put your life in danger.
Standing confident that you can win even if you put your life at risk.
"Even if you lose to me, you should just be a little embarrassed"
"... you think it's natural that I can't beat you!
"Yes, I am recognized by Mr. Sansui, Mr. Suibok and the Lord of Sopeds. So, who else is saying you're strong but you? The men who bought you booze? Those are the women you bought for money? The teachers your parents hired? Isn't that a particularly unfounded praise for the people who cared about you in such a small world?
I was pointing my sorrow at you.
I was poking the brutal truth.
"Phew..."
Yes, there's no mistake whatsoever.
Dora's son's voice was too light compared to those who recognized him as a martial arts guide.
We can never acknowledge such a reality.
"... this was a match on the condition that you didn't use treasure."
"Oh, you're right"
"If...!
I have strength, I'm on the verge of it. But magic is still full to use magic.
"This one uses magic...!
Use the magic of fire as you step back.
Wrap your sword in flames and try to greatly increase your attack power.
"Freedom!
I know that there is no magic in the person in front of me. Then, if you use magic, that advantage becomes decisive.
Yes, because there is a decisive difference between those who can and cannot use magic.
"Yes, you're right. Your freedom."
But anyone knows that.
And magic is only a force for attack. There is no defense or playback capability.
Dra, my son forgot, the simple fact that neither the opponent nor himself is wearing protective gear.
"... why"
"Let me guess what you were gonna say to me."
There's no such thing as a philosophy, an iron sword. It was poked at the back of Dra's son, who activated the magic of fire.
"I guess he was going to say, 'There's no way that something that would also be a martial arts guide is going to lose as much as the other guy used magic'"
No longer has anything to do with my son Dora having a blazing sword.
The situation was completely packed. Just one more finger and you'll have a cut of the sword stabbed in your throat.
"Exactly. There's no way a chosen man as a martial arts guide loses as much as his opponent used magic"