The kingdom is a medieval to modern society.
that militarily, should I describe it as a "society in which firearms do not exist"?
That is, it can also be described as a "society in which personal martial arts make sense".
In other words, individual martial arts are also a grand part of military exercises.
Since this demonstration is the aim, only those of a certain or higher level can show their skill.
Exemplary martial arts, so to speak. Mel's francophone crowd was paying attention to the Daghdah haughters and others.
The Brotherhood knows each other well.
But that's just a "rating" inside the main, king, and new capitals, each region. There is no way to know how "used" young people in other regions are.
Who better than us, arms up or down? All the young people are intrigued.
And even a kind of feeling of national pride brings a head.
That's why the venue was surrounded by strange enthusiasm. Even though August basin is hot and bitter.
I don't know, this feeling. I miss it.
I remember. It's a sporting event. Or, it's an external game of club activity. That's an exaggeration.
No, there's no sports meeting at this school.
Well, is there any way that a ton of demonstrators and normal people can participate in the same tournament?
... I was thinking about that while taking a drink as an "athlete".
It should be noted that from our first unit, me, Knobless and Li were chosen.
Sarah shouldn't even get hurt. Hume will resign even if he is chosen. I think the political circumstances were exaggerated.
The students at the school took this election for granted.
Squadron Meadier and Squadron Woodmell and Squadron Lee Ku had a surprising look on their face.
"What, knobless?
That's right.
This time, I looked at Nobles as my deputy and noticed something.
Without Bowgan's arm, he's infinitely close to Leo.
So far, we've all shown the face of suffering an understanding of why he's such a captain's deputy.
When Squadron Li, this is all the more.
"Huh!? Squadron Commander, are you that skilled?
You guys! What do you think your immediate superiors are?
Li Xiao's bow arm is actually quite something, just inconspicuous because of the knobless.
It looks like a ranger, a handy little bow for your phone...... is it called a "half bow" or it looks smaller than that...... anyway, I specialize in bows like that.
His specialty is not precision shooting like knobless.
It's a continuous fast-fire, and it brings it together, "in a general sense. Do not remove the object. The" type. "
Suppose you have enemies desperately fleeing while changing your course to the left to the right.
Knobless would shoot through his knees in one shot.
If you are Li Ying, shoot arrows after arrows.
The first shot is on the shoulder, the second is on the leg, and the third is on the waist, creating a hare.
I don't give a shit about not hitting pinpoints.
"I hit it for now. You can't get away with this, I guess.," he said, smiling idyllically. That's Li Xiao.
The Li Xiao unfortunately demonstrated the skill he could have.
Follow the arrows one after the other and let go.
Every time you shoot an arrow, where are you taking it from, the next arrow already appears in your hand.
And the arrows that are unleashed, all of them, are sucked into the direction in which the concentric circle is drawn.
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As for the picture surface, very plain.
The number of arrows hitting the middle is also low.
But the venue starts twitching and feverish as he completes one set and changes the target without disturbing it, or hitting arrows after arrows into something like Frisbee thrown from left to right.
You know what I mean. Because they are also bastards, the height of their skill.
How many dozens would have been shot? Li Xiao, who "roughly" hit all of it, was greatly cheered.
"I'm sorry. It's gonna be hard to do, but... that's not what I need to tell you, Nobles.
Li Xiao, who now behaves as a "ghost sergeant," hasn't seen the face of a swallower in a long time.
If it was before me or Nobles, it would be possible to return it to the "vegetables".
He looks a lot refreshed, freed from the stress of pulling off the assholes.
Li Qiu had asked to be prepared to "have more than one target ready and throw more frisbees".
The opposing knobless said, "If you know it's a precision shooting, whatever. That's what I came for.
There's plenty to swallow. I can't help but wonder how such a big mess can do precision shooting.
"So do you want to go with 'Fruit over your head'? The question is whose head to put it on. It has to be someone who knows Knobless' arm. It seems horrible and trembling, not even targeted.
Knobless with Alex's words, that is.
I started asking students at school, but this doesn't go very well.
"I know knobless arms, but scary things are scary".
"What is it, Snook? You usually look great.
Aware of the "aristocracy" more than necessary, Knobless gives a spicy mouth to Snook, who behaves arrogantly on a daily basis.
"Shut up! Why do I have to be your bearer!
Snook turns down demands without saying "scared". That kind of thing, you're noble. Definitely.
"Then I'm out. I shy away because I keep my squadron today, if there's nothing else.
"Oh Jack, my friend of heart..."
And where Knobless imitated Jack's cliche, it took "wait".
"You shouldn't! Consider the Squadron Leader's responsibilities. Besides, the target is a pull. I'll leave.
"Don't be stupid! What if there is!
"You offered because you believe you're absolutely fine, brother? If I'm not a samurai, I don't have a problem being a puller.
It was Christine.
Snook's spilled emotions are not necessarily on the run.
Kingdom Society of Means and Ments. It affects my "character" as a samurai that I cannot participate in martial arts merely because I become targeted. "Below" the knobless is like admitting it from yourself.
Jack's offer also has elements of favor and friendship...... As Squadron Leader, there is no reason why you have already received another form of "rating and evaluation".
"I know Mr. Nobles' arm. Besides, I'm better than your brother, right?
"No! I won't admit it!"
"It's to name the Gordons! You need a reputation for dowry? It's a chance for me too!
"I'm sorry. Because your brother doesn't rely...
On behalf of his father, the Gordons have lost their reputation.
If you ask Sarah, it's because she "pushed Meadier's distortion on Gordon," and Jack's father, well, his siblings have no responsibility whatsoever.
As a matter of reality, it is also certain that the family name is injured.
The wound casts a shadow not only on Jack's birth, but also on Christine's fringe.
"Brother, no more.
Christine out front moves her black eyes small.
Ahead, there was Sarah looking down.
Any more stupidity becomes an accusation against Meadier and Sarah.
"It's absolutely safe, but you get a reputation for 'being a brave girl'! I have no hands to not ride. Sorry, guys.
And now, Christine is in the venue. Beautifully dressed.
It may be rude to say that he resembles my brother Jack... Anyway, with a solid physique, she looks well in her dress.
The veil, worn with fruit juice to avoid contamination of the head and face, also has the effect of "in the night eye-catcher", calling the venue to a stir. The atmosphere was quite different from the usual Christine, which was bright and healthy.
Christine takes a wand in her right hand, a fruit in her left hand, and moves on with a grunt.
Reached the edge of the venue or stuck a cane to the ground.
On the table, the fan removed from the
And then he climbs on the table he was prepared for.
I modestly reach out to my right hand where I have caught enough attention.
Its fingertips, aligned, were pointed at the cane.
After three beats.
A star decorated on the head of the wand was shot down.
The venue grows.
Likewise modestly, Christine reaches out her left hand.
Without waiting for a few beats, a hole was drilled in the center of the fan.
The noise gets louder.
Christine slowly lifted it up with both hands, like a fruit… Natsumikan.
Dedicate as if wearing a crown, hoist it overhead, and put it on.
Philia rises as if responding to a scream rising from all over, raising one hand lightly.
Using that hand as a starting point, a wave of silence spread to the audience.
Within ten seconds of things, the venue was engulfed in silence.
Christine, with the fruit fixed to her head, corrected her posture and stopped moving.
Put your hands in front of your chest.
Knobless, who saw the signal, fingers and pulls on the bowgun's traction unconstitutionally.
At Christine's feet, the fruit rolled. As if nothing had happened.
As the venue explodes with excitement, Christine slowly crosses the venue again to greet the frontally stamped filia seat.
Christine, looking back from your stand, shouted at you.
Knobless, prompted by Phyllia, also stands up with a bowgun in his hand.
"The archer, Nobles Nobis! And brave lady, Christine Gordon!
It was brilliant.