The day after the party, I was in the wilderness that wouldn't be suitable for plowing.
The soil is red and hard, and moreover it is brittle. Since it is such a land, naturally the building was not particularly built.
There are dozens or so of them, armed and trained.
It seemed like a nostalgic sight to me to watch closely. Anyway, it's the opposite of what I see in school.
"How about it, Temple of the Sword"
"Seems to tease ignorance...... I'm not familiar with something called mass training, so whatever"
It was an extremely decent army training, such as forming formations and marching on the assumption of fighting a group.
Before I went to Wang Capital, I used to watch when I was in Sopede, it was a very normal infantry training.
"But everyone's hegemony comes through, and you know how to work out from each figure."
"Really, I'm glad to hear that"
To be clear, training for soldiers who are too normal. Wanting to show that was that they themselves were not normal in this batrab.
"... as you can guess, they are not a family of warriors or knights. It's called the birth of a civilian. In Bathrub, you will never be greeted as a standing army."
Watching the training, Claw was beginning to talk, happily shy.
"Originally, it was supposed to flow to sopeds and dissears, just the detached"
"Did you gather them with the intent that you
"Yes... I didn't even think about it before I lost to you"
In the light, the large active knight was ashamed of his old self.
No, I honestly don't think there's anything to be ashamed of compared to the old me or the festival.
There's no way a person with a shameful past, a reflective past can be a Kingsguard.
"I don't know if you know, but I was originally the next winner of Bathrub. Correctly, he was from a Bathrub branch and should have been a son-in-law if only a woman had been born in the main house"
If this is Lanobe, my engagement to Happiness is still going on, and I'm about to smash it into the sacrifice.
If I'd done that to a boulder, I'd be where I despise it. It's too irresponsible for anything.
"But I had talent. Blessed stature, blessed magic. Besides, I was born well, so I've been blessed with excellent mentors since I was a child."
Well, that would be strong. It was born.
It was a blessed birth, with no one interesting or unexpected, but would still be flattered.
Perhaps only such a person can be a close guard. In a sense, it is the same as a blower.
"It was only natural that I could give thanks to the Kingsguard, who is the strongest presence in this country. To be honest...... I was looking down on other people at the time. The Temple of the Sword will understand...... there was a lot of motivation. No matter how hard I try, outsiders only see qualities. You only pay attention to your privileged stature and privileged magic, and you don't even try to figure out how much training I have to hone it."
"It's an earache story, I had that time of year too"
"Is that true? That's incredible..."
"In my case, my teacher corrected me… it was a shameful life."
What Mr. Claw despised would be human beings who had not made an effort with or without qualities.
That's who I was, and I know exactly what's in their minds. So if you can't help but despise me, you'll be convinced.
"Whatever... my self-esteem has been further skewed by my ability to enlist in the Kingsguard. Anyway, the best in the country has been allowed to enlist and gain strength. It wasn't just my qualities, it was the result of my efforts being recognized. The Kingsguard was a great organization..."
I have distant eyes, I miss them.
I ruined it, I'm thinking back to my youth.
"Only those who had the same privileged qualities as me and were of equal origin to me, plus as hard at work as I did. I never felt disgusted with anyone, including the presence of a respectable leader."
"It would only sound disgusting if I told you, but it was a unit you deserved to be proud of."
"... Lord Lei Che, I may not have thought of myself as a human until I lost to you"
It was a deep word.
I didn't think of myself as human.
That would surely be empathetic to the master or the festival I hear.
Of course I did. There was a time when I thought so.
"After we lost to you, we did our consideration. I wonder why we didn't have any hands or feet on you… It would be a theory to Buddha to explain to you about it, but what was even more shocking to me… was that your weapon was a wooden knife and it wasn't so powerful"
Besides my momentum, I stand around fortifying the wooden knife with my qigong sword. The same was true when I dealt with the Kingsguard.
And I tended to be mistaken, but my qigong sword is never stronger than magic. On the contrary, it is exceptionally inferior.
"Your wooden knife was genuinely just made of wood. In addition, even if you reinforce it with rare magic, its attack power was not high enough to flatter. That was evident from looking at the helmet we were wearing. The same goes for those who were directly attacked in the head with the moves of force, but the helmet was not greatly damaged, at best it was to the point of being snagged."
Basically, you can't train your head.
Of course, you can increase your resistance to blows by strengthening your neck, but that's only as effective as a blow martial arts, too.
Anyway, the only thing that protects my head is my skull, and then I only have about thin skin and hair. Strike with hard objects directly from the top and it is mostly fatal.
Especially if you get stunned, you'll easily pass out.
"I was hit in the head with an iron stick, to that extent. To that extent, my people passed out. He had a magical talent, a sword talent, trained himself to the extreme, and consolidated himself with the finest equipment. It was a blow to the point where our helmet snapped a little, and we passed out."
If you lost to the festival I have Eckezacs, you wouldn't have been so sick.
Because by his logic, he's more talented than him, he's pretty much working out, and besides, he just lost to someone with a legendary weapon.
You didn't lose to a brave man with a legendary sword, you lost to a kid who just had a wooden stick with a poor minister's outfit. It is certainly not surprising that values have collapsed.
I knew it wasn't this guy's fault, it felt like I was.
"Plus, there's no point in insulting me at all, but I'd rather rate it with respect...... you won't have any talent. Of course, it has qualities in the sense that you can use rare magic."
"Thank you, that's a great compliment."
"Yes, I salute not just you, but your master."
I have a sense of immortality. But it's not remarkably high volume.
Swordsmanship or motor nerves and physical abilities alike, I was a perfectly mediocre man.
I have no talent at all.
"I... had no reason to know that you were alive for more than five hundred years. But I could see that you were working hard on the boulder. Even though we did not envisage the rare magic of immortality, if we had seen shrinkage and light-headedness many times, we would have been able to cope. But... your workouts were far beyond our response. Even if you explained to us the techniques you could use and trained to combat them, we at Kingsguard would never have been able to fathom you."
It's not just that you can use fairy arts, your ability to operate in combat.
My proximity guards certainly felt my strength.
Still, it was the strengthening of the boulder that did not lose any fighting spirit and control, not to give up.
"I was proud to be devoting my life to martial arts. I have spared no effort to be strong and I have moved on to enhancing myself. And how we manipulate the rare magic, but how we work so hard, we fail so perfectly, without a piece of talent, that we just have a bare outfit."
"That's where my teacher aspired... to train me."
"We could all share the sentiment that Lord Knight of Thunder... Lord Commander, was beheaded as if by the God of Martial Arts. We thought of ourselves as special meta-humans far beyond man, and we exposed our horse legs to special meta-humans beyond man."
If you get hit in the head with a stick of wood, you pass out.
Defeated in such a natural way, they were grieving that they were only human beings.
No, I'm really sorry.
They were supposed to make an effort to just be naughty, they had the strength to just be naughty, and they weren't doing anything wrong, they were rather knights loyal to the royal family.
"... it's a bitter memory"
"You just followed the life of Sopede. Instead, I take my hat off to its gall strength and skill, which stood around complying with the life of Sopede while leaving no sequelae for all of us. Despite all of us burning like a fiery fire and risking all our might to kill you, you fought through to the end while endangering your own life… really, you were of a different character"
Respectful, resentful, but grateful mood for me.
Lord Claw had such complex feelings as an adult.
"If you don't have enough workouts, build up your workouts. If you were armed wrong, arm yourselves. If you don't have enough people, you just need to increase them even more. That was possible for the royal family... but the Lord Commander was stopping it. No, the workouts were already loaded to the extreme, and even if you switched arms to something lighter, you couldn't possibly accommodate your shrinkage, about increasing the number when it comes to being able to do so. But it doesn't matter if you increase the number. Everyone had to accept it."
I do not believe that the frontier reached by the Master over three thousand and five hundred years was wrong. Regardless of what you call the truth, it was also an ideal for me.
I can only thank you for taking five hundred years to teach me that. I don't even think that was wrong, not as much as the hair.
But I don't think that my life is any better than that of a Kingsguard.
I just say I've lived long enough, and I don't think their lives are light either.
How can a person who was doing his best to be strong face an opponent who would never win?
I can't find the answer to that.
"You are the strongest. No matter how hard we try, we'll never win."
It was too sad a conclusion.
I was so sorry.
"Still, some people tried to fight you...... I went home frustrated. I have broken my pride in doing everything I can to do the right thing without error."
Thoon was offering me an apprenticeship by switching lightly, even if he was slightly torn from his strongest depths.
That would be because he had originally sought a further strong man, while also furthering the positive nature of the person.
But not everyone can dance like that. Even if it's a setback, that can't be bad for the person in charge.
"Master Doowe will laugh if he asks… I have chosen the path of prestige over those below me, giving up after you. I defeated the pride of fighting and cleared my worries with my privileged stature and polished moves, wandering the city in search of someone I could beat up."
Normally, it would end there, or something that was going to fall everywhere as it were.
But now he wasn't. Receiving past setbacks positively.
"The faces I defeated, they gave me credit. At first I was training to feel superior, but it's getting more and more authentic..."
"That's all your flesh was engraved with your workout."
"Yes, I am grateful to my previous mentor. I had a certain strength to teach someone."
It's not just a form training, it's not a sensory workout left to talent.
It was evidence that I understood the right instruction, extremely logical and thorough for an unschooled opponent.
"... it's them you want to see. They are the sticklers who admire me, who are training there now. It was supposed to flow to sopeds and discos, young people."
Batlav is protectionist and has no thread of birth.
That is why ambitious young people aspire to dis ears and sopeds.
That, he seemed worried.
"I've come to think of it as a loss of batlove. I'm not a close guard on boulders, but even if I wasn't born into a family of warriors and knights and wasn't trained from a very young age, with their enthusiasm and proper guidance, I can develop enough strength to gain support as a standing army."
"Other flushes are wasted," he said.
"Yeah, that's right. And it's unlikely to come from a protectionist batrob, that the new batrob is your hometown. I want to reform this Bathrub with him who will marry Master Hapine!
His loud voice was so through.
It also goes into the faceted ears that continue to be trained, and the attention is drawn here.
"Can't you ask for that bridge, Lord Thunder Che!
Their reverence is gathered in Lord Claw.
It was such a beautiful respect.
"I hear you are also providing guidance to Master Saiga!
But on the other hand, my dissatisfaction and discomfort is not overwhelming.
They were blatantly hostile to me.
"... it would be possible to put it in your ear"
"Absolutely!"
I felt like I was in danger.
Perhaps Lord Claw is unaware of the danger.