No matter how much fun the time and plenty of moments, if the flesh got tired, that was it.
Sometimes I wasn't feeling well originally, and Baas was as good as gone.
"No battle, so"
"Mercy?
"Odd. Sansui hurt you, didn't he? I have experience too, it's just not funny to keep winning"
Severe exercise echoes a head wound.
Baas had followed that recommendation and had cut out the fight.
I don't want my body to get that far, it should have been struck with a wooden knife, but I'm not wounded.
I can imagine that they would have cared.
Usually I almost get mad at you for licking me, but now I honestly appreciate it.
Nor would it be irrelevant that the mountain water had previously said 'you don't have to hit it otherwise'.
Baas now knew what was good and what wasn't.
"No, it was brilliant. Did I say Baas? Lord Sang-sui likes it."
"I know what they did to me."
"You know what? I'm so glad to see you."
Thoon, who was finishing his flexibility, praised him as he wiped his sweat.
"Yeah, really. It was fun watching. That's not what happened earlier."
Note, Doowe.
Say something very good.
"Absolutely. That's a great difference."
Even the most powerful man in the world has tattooed me.
"Ha... sorry"
"... right, yeah"
There is no word to return the toon or the run.
If you do calm down, it was a terrible game.
"Anyway, my wife told me that you are a very good swordsman"
"He's persistent."
"No, no... you've stepped on quite a few places, but you would have been bound by swordsmanship, wouldn't you? That would be unreasonable, but I'm glad you didn't get away with it."
Anything on the battlefield must defeat the opponent in front of you.
It is also the most fully armed opponent possible.
Of course, not everyone wears metallic full-body armor.
Because metal armor is very heavy, expensive in the first place, and not something to wear alone.
Thus, most soldiers only wear leather protective equipment, torso, and simple helmets.
Nevertheless, sufficient defensive effects are still to be expected.
At least, the survival rate is significantly higher than the near-naked fit.
Conversely, it means it's hard to kill an armed opponent.
It would be talent, aesthetics, and luck to have fought it with only a sword.
"I didn't use myself or throwing moves, even though I didn't ban them otherwise. It was supposed to work for a small, lightweight run."
"... I don't know if I can say it myself, but I've never practiced that hand. Sure, some guys practiced that at Sansui's. Well... I don't even think I can win like that."
He is the opponent whose best swordsmanship does not make sense. There was speculation that even running into unfamiliar 'cowardice' would be revealed.
Anyway, there was always room for a run. If I had tried to do something else, I would have been dealt with Yuyu.
"Naturally, I'm better at boxing than swordsmanship originally."
"... more than swordsmanship?
Nevertheless, it hurts when it is said that Lan himself is better at boxing than swordsmanship.
It's hard to beat someone you're not so good at.
"In my hometown of Tempera, in the lair where the fist artists gathered."
Inside the tempera.
It is one of the few external forces that have subsidized the Arcana kingdom, an abnormal group rarely seen in the world that has survived ten rare magics.
Until now, the world had forgotten, but it rose to a famous mass in this war.
That peculiarity is so much known to the intelligence services of neighboring countries that they do not like it.
"So I've seen the fist fighters together."
"Nai..."
Baas somehow thought it was the ideal society for a man to go through everything by force with meritocracy, not to mention in tempera.
Anyway, it seems different in practice.
"It's a hiding place that was self-sufficient and detailed, with little interaction with the outside at all. It's always the lord who cares about the main house and wins, even if they play occasional games, just by training their fists between farm tasks. Well, that wasn't funny."
That was a story that seemed uninteresting, no matter what you think, not worthy of the tempera that it worked great in this war.
But if we think realistically, we'll have to do that in isolated settlements.
"Just think about it now..."
Treatments by many fairy arts, not just spells.
Sometimes it seems strong because it's after you know they exist.
"Maybe they just didn't want to kill each other in there."
An irrevocable injury can occur in a boxing match.
That's really irrevocable in the non-existent tempera of treatment-specific surgery.
Many have borne it as a result of the rampage of young runs......
Many people still resent Run for having their injuries healed.
"I used to think my surroundings were weak, but that was different. I was so good at getting busted, I just didn't like being told not to get busted"
It was a child.
That was a story that couldn't be done, and it couldn't be taken back anymore.
"... right"
Baas also knows about Run being a mad warrior.
To be precise, I know a lot about mad warriors.
A monster capable of exerting a monster beyond the knowledge of healing any injury, often rumored on the battlefield.
I was wondering if she was respected, but she actually just seemed to be an annoying abusive.
Come to think of it, well, that would be it.
"How was your place, Thoon?"
"Oh, it's my place... let me explain for my guests, but I'm an exotic as well as a runner. I was born royally."
To Doowe's question, Thoon answered as he immersed himself in memories.
"Majan, my homeland, had the lesson that the strongest man in that country would be king"
It is, in a way, the ideal of Baas….
"Nevertheless, it is limited to those who can actually use the divine descent, which is a rare magic."
All I had to do was poke at the brutal truth.
Naturally, even with the gift of a sword, they are treated colder than those with magical talent......
The truth is that those with both talents are the most favoured.
Just because the sword is strong means that there is no opportunity to be active on the battlefield where 'magic' can be used.
"Divine descent is a very powerful rare magic. This time my sister fought the monsters of the old world with a divine descent, but the peaches and other favors also worked very well. That's better than me or anything else. The sister is not that good among the users of divine descent. If any of the divine users had joined the battle, the lion would have worked swiftly."
When it comes to the strong, the only thing that can be interpreted is swordsmanship.
Among those who manipulate rare magic, it would be the same from what is considered more elite.
That would be the only place where magic is not as good as it is, such as where swordsmanship alone is appreciated as strength.
And I don't think that strength makes any particular sense.
Even if it goes through in one city, it would be a natural story if it were to be the strongest of nations.
To be perfectly clear, it is not unusual for people to be as talented as Baas.
"... Well, it seems that 'old age' and so on would have been miserable if tyranny had been extremed, whether it was that strong a divine descent, or a king considered the strongest of the divine descendants. By the new king, I hear it's already in terrible sight. Only immortals and heavenly dogs can beat old men."
And neither can the mighty escape from old age.
If you get old, you won't be able to maintain strength, and if the new strong kicks you down, that's it.
You still have to pay a lot of attention to your surroundings to get rich old age.
"Well before that, no strong king can beat sickness. It seems almost irrelevant to Tengu or Immortal."
There is no such convenient story.
That was all we talked about.
"Oh, you're like that."
"Right... well, you know what?"
Baas had accepted that.
Again, I guess that's growth too.
"Hey, Master Swibbock. I wonder how you were?
"No..."
The world's most powerful man was turning a blind eye to questions from Doowe.
It is quite pathetic.
"In Non's case, well... that, um. For a thousand years or so, I lived in society with flower bills, but the others were the skies of the journey, or abandoned... basically, because I turned them off from the public. You could have involved another country in your practice or destroyed a country where you were sold a fight, but you wouldn't have pushed someone else to do you an impossible favor."
Swivok, old or sick, with no connection to defeat or character, as he feels in the drawback.
Besides not being any help, it was a pretty annoying story.
"Oh... I wonder if you've raised Sansui, including that reflection"
"no... um, naturally"
In response to Doowe's question, it is now my pleasure to return it.
Again, I guess this is a kind of growth. No matter how old you are, training is important.
You can't let a boulder live in a royal palace with an unclear identity.
Baath was lying there in a good bed in the inn that was redeemed among the king's capital.
I also got some pretty good liquor, and I was drunk with it.
On top of that, I look at myself now.
Certainly talented, but not uncommon.
Originally strong, stronger, and still never eaten to the top in this country.
What do you think of that now?
You can't be the strongest man in the world, you can't be the Lord of the strongest divine swords, you can't even be the most powerful man in the country.
What will I do in the future?
What do you want to do in the future?
"I'm sure it's a good opportunity..."
I don't know, they like it.
If you wish to be a disciple of mountain waters now, you may warmly welcome me. No, that's half the state already.
That way, you'll be stronger than you are now, and above all, you'll find a place to work.
I'm sure you can call that a success as a samurai.
But I also think it's a compromise.
You can't be the best in the world, you can't be the best in the country, you don't get the strongest sword.
It will not be greater than nobility, but rather a form of obedience to nobility.
Is that okay?
"... it's not like I can be anything but me."
I know my height.
I'm sick of it, I wasn't a big deal.
Assuming you make a big reversal from here.
I'm sure that's not my handle right now, and not the form I want.
I guess it's not the society I put up, where swordsmen are reviewed.
Then at the very least, I want to think of a way of living that I can be convinced of.
That was the arrowhead I thought.
I feel signs in front of the room and get up.
Going in front of the door, a piece of paper was placed.
No letters were written.
Instead, a family crest was painted.
I can't read the letters, Baas, but I immediately guessed what it meant.
Because the family crest was painted on the famous sake of a country on the south side.
"Shit."
He was reluctantly remembering who he was now.