Slashing your opponent with a sword is very difficult.
If, for example, a knife is pressed at a weird angle without holding the knife correctly as slashing the ingredients on the slab, you will know that just imagining it won't cut it.
Unlike cooking, of course, you don't have to make it into two pieces, it's not that much of a problem because you just need to be fatally injured.
But again, it's not easy to slash someone wearing protective gear, whether leather or anything.
Conversely, it meant that even if you had a metal weapon, you wouldn't have to slash it if you dared attack it over your protective gear.
Naturally, that doesn't hurt.
Bar a block of metal and a large adult weighs in and swings full.
I just got that with leather protective equipment, and there's no way it won't hurt.
If it is a shield in the hand, it is still armor worn on the body. Then there's no way I can take it.
"... ku"
Ruggedness is also a talent.
Baas had managed to hold out while creating a red bruise on his body.
To put it correctly, he had been beaten to the point where he would not pass out by the idea that it would be okay to punch in because his body was inflexible.
……
The mountain water is intact and there.
Baas finally began to observe the mountain waters here.
The whole thing grasps that.
Those who have been instructed by the mountain waters are learning in depth how to enjoy the duel.
For better or worse, the students were guessing at their thoughts.
(I'm going to read this move, as that was this guy's rare magic...... how can I win)
If mountain water kills you, there's no way you can think.
But if we're going to fight mountain water, we're going to have to fight it while filling in the discretionary difference from what we've had before.
"Well, they won't let you use magic"
"Well, it's a new wooden house."
"But I don't think so."
"So you don't have the magic talent"
"I feel magic, but that's all. Probably scarce."
Meanwhile, those under the gates of mountain water also try to keep up with the thought of mountain water.
Read thoughts from the other person's movements and read the other person's abilities by reading thoughts.
That's not necessarily the right answer, but deceitfully it's not the taste of a duel.
And Baas, a party, was turning his head.
No matter how many raids you make, there's absolutely no sign of a hit.
Consider, for example, that a simple attack does not make sense.
Let the few hand tags circle in your brain and sit back one by one.
"... what's wrong"
The mountain water watching it was smiling.
"Excuse me, I'm not insulting you."
The first time someone fights mountain water, they find it creepy that mountain water is laughing.
Somehow, in the midst of a killing, the opponent laughs calmly. There's no way I'm not afraid of that.
But mountain waters don't laugh to scare you.
You laugh with joy, without adornment.
"Let's go on"
That said, mountain waters come forward for the first time.
Set it up from yourself, punch it in.
Besides, Baas was confused and turned to take it.
Too immersed in thought, action turns to the back.
He was taking the punch of the mountain water, hardening himself.
Assuming the mountain water ran to the trick here, it would have sustained deep wounds as it were.
"... if I were you, don't poke your hands or legs lightly here"
Who would have crushed it that way?
Mountain water is happily making a normal punch and bringing it straight into close proximity to the imminent, but if this is in the presence of a regular interrogation, if the opponent is Galiu, such moves would also be an option.
But I won't. The mountain waters were only fighting their opponents.
"Gu...!
Physique is the talent.
Muscles can build, but they can't grow taller.
Large means you can weigh heavily.
Of course, even if your body is large, if you are slashed in the neck, you will die, but the implications are great in a situation where you can compare forces.
It is also only if Baas has a privileged stature that he can slash his armed opponents. You can put your weight on the sword, so you can slash it deep and deep.
Of course, although it is not irrelevant the grip that can fix a sword with that much weight or the arm that moves a heavy iron sword at high speeds.
Either way, Baas tries to push his opponent to fly reflexively.
That's what experience is. It is stuffed as is if you let the opponent fall, or you can disrupt the opponent's posture even if you don't.
That's what a battlefield sword is. It's never easy, the world of the strong.
"Ugh...!
From the impending, push fly.
It is a fine tactic, utilizing a privileged physique.
That's why mountain waters smile at it and respond.
Drawstrings if you like.
As the opponent glances back at the entire weight of the line, he releases his hand from the line, the moment he tries to pull the line
Then naturally the opponent falls behind.
The more you are blessed with your physique, the more time that fall takes to get up.
Baas put his hips in, that is, put all his weight in, not just his arm strength, and tried to push the mountain water as he stepped in.
The mountain waters waited for it. Slowly back down and push the sky.
Only if you have your own weight can you use it to push your opponent.
But the same person and the same adult man.
Whatever the opponent is a woman or child, the same swordsman.
Then you have to move your weight, your center of gravity, a lot forward.
That's nothing more than a 'slower to retrieve' operation.
I moved my body with the intention of hitting them, but I couldn't hit them.
That doesn't weigh in, it has too much clearance compared to if the strike of the restraint comes off.
"Gu!"
When the mountain water pulled for a moment and pushed in, he took his left hand away from the Daiyashu sword as he quickly stepped forward from it.
I want to make Baas forehead strong with a knife patterned head that I grabbed with just my right hand.
Naturally, blood runs. It was a devious move, but it was also a battlefield move.
The brain is shaken and the gap widens even further.
But the mountain waters were down a lot.
If it wasn't over, I didn't stop doing 'nabu'.
Those with a larger physique are basically preferable to situations where force can be compared.
If so, you'd better make it nearby. If we don't even have each other's blades, though.
In other words, even if the mountain water is a complete amateur, it also won at the point where it is entering the nostalgia of a big man who is stuffing himself with a blade.
Exactly a hand in packing.
You'll never win, the combat situation you should be aiming for on the battlefield.
Even if it is a game, it will be one with an inch stop.
If we kill each other, we settle it as it is.
But if it doesn't...
This must be an audition.
"... strong"
"Yes."
It's not even to show the difference in my strength.
I'm just pointing out, unilaterally, the unreachable part of them.
In this case, what Baas decidedly lacks......
"You're strong, too, that's exactly what you do on the battlefield."
"Then what is your move...!
"It's decided, it's the most powerful swordsman's move in this country."
Absolute strength, not even debatable.
That is in a different dimension from arm power and magic.
It does not deviate from the laws of physics or physiology, it is extreme in ordinary swordsmanship.
Everyone could point, he was the strongest swordsman.
"What do you say"
"What?"
"You'll be living here for a little while too."
He's been carrying out night raids, someone he's been seriously challenging.
A man who unilaterally bogged it down recommends staying for a while.
It's impossible if it's normal, but Baas convinces me.
"... I'm here"
When we launched the night raid, it was puzzling.
The residence of the most powerful swordsman in this country, the Grand Noble Approved Swordsman of the super-Power, and a man who boasts a martial name worth a thousand gold.
Nevertheless, it was extremely defenseless.
Seeking that neck, a lot of uncomfortable people would come at me.
Why is there no soldier to escort?
It's a simple story.
Because I'm really the strongest swordsman in this mansion.
Baas slept in the mansion futon after receiving first aid.
It was around the late morning when he woke up, when a therapeutic spell appeared on his pillow.
The boulder was a grand nobleman's swordsman, whose dojo was permanently populated by magicians.
He is promptly treated and guided to the curators who are undergoing archery after a brief breakfast.
"Welcome to my dojo. That said, this is a garden."
The gatekeepers are waving their swords along with their hanging voices on the gravel-layed grounds I saw last night.
The facades, which had already reached a certain stage and had been recognized as students of mountain waters, had also provided instruction to others.
The mountain water that came out of it was welcoming about Baas.
"Oh, oh..."
"If you would have come at noon, this is how I could have guided you...... visit me sometime next day"
"Oh......"
Low back mountain water, as always.
Plus, I feel a little uncomfortable.
No, maybe I can say confused.
"Lord Baas has a good physique, and plenty of places. After that, just learn a little trick and you'll be strong at once."
"... please"
It is difficult for those who are already strong to collapse the way they fight with pointers from others.
First of all, the time you can fight as a warrior is short in your life. If you lose, you'll die, and even if you don't, you won't be able to resume.
Then fix yourself in the way you've let yourself win until today.
If there is an exception, the more powerful will hold your head and tell you to 'obey me'.
The same is true of what the mountain waters did, as a result.
What Baas felt when fighting mountain water was that he had no hands to hit when he was cramped.
It swung down from the big upper section and never existed until now, such as an uninterruptible opponent.
That's why Baas doesn't have the 'moves' ahead of him from there. I never even thought about "ahead" because I had never fought with someone who couldn't get through the moves to release them from a privileged stature.
Ahead, the mountain waters are reaching. I'm spending my time there flat.
"If you can remember that"
He listened.
A little dangerous, from a mountain water standpoint, that's hard to answer.
"Can I be the user of Eckezax?"
There were many gatekeepers around him.
Every one of them belonged to the Sopeds, to this country.
In front of them, it wasn't a good thing to talk about.
But everyone kept quiet as if they didn't hear.
"... that's nothing from my mouth. If there's just something I can say."
……
"The sword should not be shown by mouth"
"... right"
All in all, Baas was in agreement.
Weakness or anticipation, shame on you for asking the mountain water for assurance.
"I have a few errands to attend to, so please follow this man here."
"... ok"
When the mountain water entrusted Baath to his students, he walked straight to what should also be called Shirosa and the main hall.
I wonder if an audition is being carried out among them, and I hear a slightly higher pitch.
"... shall we begin then?"
In front of Baas, there was a big man of the same stature as Baas.
When great men and wealthy men confront each other, strange air flows.
We hardly see each other with the same physique as ourselves, so on the contrary, there is a confrontation about whether we will lose against each other.
"Oh."
As for mountain water, the consideration was that it was easier to learn moves with the same physique.
In fact, I don't feel like learning 'moves' from someone who's winning in stature.
Even if you think rationally that you want to remember, your emotions are stronger that you don't want to lose.
But if your stature is mutual, it's up to you to remember the moves more strongly. At least, I can't push it off with my physique.
Because if the mind and the body and the mind are each other, we have to learn the moves.
"I'll tell you what... I'll do quite a bit too, huh?
"Looking forward to it."
Not bad.
Being able to fight a strong opponent was not a bad story.
Mountain water said a lot, but the swordsmanship given to me by Suibok is a substitute for "the duel has grown long and has become common to the army".
Individual warfare would be quite useful, but it is a rare situation such as fighting armed individuals in the first place.
At the very least, a war-resistant swordsman would be preferred to a swordsman whose duel is strong but whose war is not that strong.
Nevertheless, this is not the case in exceptional cases where 'nobility' learns.
So is Baas, but his body is big, his muscles are mucky, his voice is big, etc. There's no way a general nobleman can do that.
Because you can't teach talent to others.
"What do you say, pretty much swordsmanship would be interesting too"
Under the gates of Mountain Water, which began to teach Baas swordsmanship, were mutually reinforcing in stature.
That's why the difference in technology was historical.
It was both struck with wooden knives, but it was Baas who was unilaterally struck in.
"... under the gates of Sansui are they as strong as you?
"Naturally, I'd say...... But we're all working really hard."
If you can use the same moves, your body is stronger.
Besides, there's really a difference in mastery of technology between individuals.
"... by the way"
"Hmm?"
"Where's Sansui now?
Where, is the word for place.
But in this case, you wouldn't be asking where it is.
"Oh, Mr. Sansui will be teaching the nobleman's son there."
"... are you strong?
"That can't be true. It's just that they're nobles. You don't want to do archery with us, you want to learn it directly from Mr. Sansui."
Without particular refusal, under the gates of mountain waters accepted 'special treatment'.
But that's why I was aware of Baas' expression.
I miss the old days, envy and anger. I have money, I can't help but be angry at the people who are generous just because they are born good.
"... Sansui must be the strongest swordsman in this country"
"Oh, of course. In that regard, the King will admit it."
"Yet... do you care about nobility"
Curse the inertia of the world, young.