The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

I have a lot going on privately at work.

There was one thing I couldn't write according to chronological order.

It is about the "letter" entrusted to Alex during the fifth battle (Episode 154).

There was no address, but he said, "You'll see. I don't know what the word" double "means.

That's what they said.

You're right, I figured it out in one shot. I was made to understand with my body.

The destination is Erkür Sosur.

Dear Alex and Viscount Lehmon Walter attended the Sosur Dojo in King's Capital.

He referred to Ray Sosur as his mentor, adopted him and was mentored by Elquille, the lead mentor.

They teach one-handed swords and spears.

In other words, in the kingdom, a "common" martial arts dojo…

Sosur Dojo is located not far from the Royal Palace, 3 km from the northern suburb of Wangdu.

This was the "rarely" martial arts dojo.

Many of the dojo disciples are psychics.

Preachers (monks) and pure spiritualists (exorcists) are gathered to compete in arms.

As a result, other psychics such as the use of mace for axe use also come to archery.

Because there are few "places" where good psychics can train.

There has to be someone we can really meet.

There must be a "stopper" so as not to cause fatal injury.

Moreover, this "stopper" cannot serve unless his strength is overwhelmingly higher than the two playing archery and games.

The more people who remember their arms, the more limited is the place where they can compete seriously.

In that regard, this Sosur dojo is good.

Ray Sosur, the norm, is Master Lee, or more level.

And Elquille, the Normal.

Its strength is regarded as "bottomless".

We talked about the "Master's First Stage" before.

In a decent dojo, on the assumption that you have overlaid your workouts.

"Genius Talent," "Exercise from childhood to adolescence," "Excellent Ability or Encouragement".

What has one of these is more or less the mastery of the first stage.

If you have two, master three steps.

A thousand early levels, with gifted talent and particularly superior alien powers.

One with all three, master five steps.

Alex, who is one turn older than Thousand Early, goes up in the years of training.

That's the level.

Master Seven Steps goes above these "rationales".

I don't know how, but the strong ones are strong.

It is the realm of the Eastern Three Swordsmen.

The Oriental Three Swordsmen do not possess psychic powers.

It is considered remarkable because it reached its frontier without psychic powers.

Though "bottomless" at this point.

What if the Oriental Three Swordsmen, Tsukahara Sensei?

Suppose you were born with such psychic powers that you might have lined up thousands of years ago.

Elquille Sosur is in that area.

"How helpful!

"I was born at the same time and I could only see you waving your sword, I am blessed"

Even the master-three-stage swordsmen far beyond the standard are made to say such a thing.

But.

The mainstream of martial arts idiots does not have such a "wit", a "mouth that goes around well".

"I'll knock you down one day!

"I'll take one!

And it blows me away.

Even if I just endured integration, I call for a twist.

When it gets worse, you don't even get to deal with them.

"Before you challenge me, you have something to do".

So unsnagged is martial arts idiot.

While remembering the hatred close to rebellion in Elquille's cold response.

Hitting a dojo disciple with that outrage is hurting him.

Even with such strength, he barks, "I'll take one someday".

Dear Alex on his young day, he was one of the martial arts idiots.

Likewise, I continued to challenge Elquille, who was younger than I am now.

I was beaten to death every time without skin, but still, let's make it a match.

You think the swordsmen who go to the dojo were desperate to stare and steal their moves from the two battles?

Outstanding arm among a bunch of monsters.

A head-on battle with a martial arts genius who seems to be in exactly the outer realm.

Whatever it takes to go to war, there's no way to be frightened.

You can definitely survive, you can definitely win.

Because of that confidence, I can make a calm decision.

Calm and strong troop leaders are the nucleus of gathering people in the midst of battlefield chaos.

That's how Alex fought and emerged.

"But Mr. Hiro, Mr. Edward. I think of Mr. Walter."

A man with gray hair spoke to me. An ancient ginseng.

This is a martial arts dojo. This is not the place to be called "Your Excellency" or something like that.

I don't mind this one being called away, but I guess it just doesn't go either.

"That guy doesn't have any powers. It was a public announcement. Still, I went to the dojo to sew between busy official duties. And on the day I showed my face, I always wanted guidance from my teacher."

At the time, Mr. Walter was just like me... or should have been strong enough to "drop a little".

It's already been decided that you've been beaten up.

Among the indie martial arts, the young man from the Lehmons is close to the head.

That's the kind of dojo we have here.

That's why it's also existential, and everyone comes together admiring the wind.

There is no doubt that "instruction" will be available until the next day on official business.

I don't need to think about that with both my mentors.

I know, I'm coached, I drag my body to work, and I show my face in the dojo again.

"Alex, who was seeing or biting as a public... also admitted only to him. When I heard about you dying in the mountains in Woodmell, I thought it was Mr. Walter, too. I was more convinced than I heard of fast-forward."

This ancient ginseng, "Look, you guys go too," didn't stir us up.

As immature as we are, we are not going to be that hectic.

He had already challenged Erkühl, and asked him where he was stunned.

It should also be noted that he himself has spoken, an old story about him withstanding pain and rounding his back.

I think it's clever, although I say I'm used to everything from human to human.

"Both the Normal and the Normal were given positions in the Royal Palace. There are so many days to pack it in there that we feel lonely.... don't you two get instruction there?

"Give it up a little bit," he says.

I thought the opportunity to "get it done" was valuable.

"Mr. Erkühr doesn't coach me in the Kingsguard. Master Ray will give you guidance."

The reason is simple.

For Elquille will not make any forgiveness.

And, if so.

In Kingsguard, where there are many public announcements, so many do not come out, such as those who offer to "put on an audition".

"How about your Kingsguard expose his unusual appearance?"

A private lesson...... it's a place like Mr. Sosur's Martial Arts Dojo and the Mel Family Workout, which is why we can't hesitate to hit around here.

Master Ray in Kingsguard provides guidance to each person's level, without taking such considerations into account and without spoiling them.

Even if militants think "more reluctantly," they say, "That's not true, is it? show an attitude of".

"Instruction without hesitation is what everyone receives in martial arts dojos," he said.

Another one came crawling over here, beaten to death by Elquille.

Kingsguard martial arts teacher.

Surely there is no way for a teacher to show himself like that in public.

Still, I'm not ashamed, so I'm going to build up some more painful drills.

While I don't think it's something I can do, I also think about the depth of the martial arts idiot business.

At the royal palace, when I gave you a letter from Alex.

Elquille at first reading had clouded her expression.

Eyes just a little higher than mine.

Physical fitness, as a samurai, is "bigger than standard," to an extent.

Let's start with interrogation.

Ray Sosur, who had dropped his eyes on the enclosed letter addressed to himself, raised his face.

Open your mouth on behalf of a silent disciple.

"How have you been?

"He said he could also raise his arms in the Far East. That's what you said."

Elquille frowned at my words. I glanced sharply at him.

I guess that's what you're trying to say if you weren't going more up there.

I need to be in line with the Eastern Three Swordsmen.

I think I say impotent.

If you can only think of martial arts for 24 hours and live, or maybe you got in line.

It's like I haven't thought about the "not quite" situation.

I know perfectly well that he is someone who only sees about martial arts purely.

My master, Ray, was scolding me for "that kind of place".

"It's not just a silent reading, Elquille. What's in the letter? It must have touched upon His Eminence Karewala."

"'Quite an interesting young man, so don't hesitate to give me guidance,' he said."

There was no emotion in my eyes to look at this one of the Elquilles I told you about.

He looks at me like he's really boring.

I learned to shudder at the man's too honest handling of a good year, and I can't wait to be happy.

Put it down for a beat, and I just remembered the rebellion.

"I see, that's interesting"

Ray Sosur had a better smile.