The two swordsmiths lived together outside the east of the capital.

If you continue to walk further east on Erwei Avenue across the Wang capital to the east and west, you will reach the mountain where the "Tai Zi Yan" incident occurred.

At its foot, a large dojo was built about 10 km from downtown East River.

"It's the best location for Timur. I've heard rumors, but I didn't expect His Excellency the Baron to come. of the dojo owner…"

A small, mature man laughs with a big mouth open.

"And I live, my uncharted brother, …"

and this is a skinny man.

Living together in a dojo that was originally the master's belongings, the leaner one enters and exits the aristocratic residence for personal lessons, and the shorter one takes care of the disciples who go by.

Is that how you two live without giving away the money you took home?

Maintaining a dojo in every building dotted on spacious grounds... it's a leak.

If you were to enter or leave the noble mansion... how would you be?

"I can't stop annoying you anymore. Because it's not in the hands of a swordsman."

No hesitation whatsoever, he made me talk like that.

It's a blur, but it's not a bad vibe.

"You can steal the moves of the Oriental Three Swordsmen, and your disciples are gathered together."

"The young man you see there is the skill with which he gave the stamp. I don't feel bad about it either. How about the Brotherhood?

It was a blur everywhere.

"Doctor, then I have to show you our moves. Trying to steal moves for free and push your disciples is too good a bug."

Two masters who stand up to that word of Timur and sprinkle him around.

Sudden attack by pulling a knife at a sarcastic position.

The impression was that it looked more like a "light, fast" thing than the Tsukahara River/Oriental Three Swordsmen flush.

Two feet and five inches across the blade.

Although I saw it as a flush to take off my breath and crush the intermission once and for all and bring it into infighting from there.

... No, it's not.

Timur's sword has a "stretch". It is a sword muscle that makes you feel more than three feet "going".

This type - for better or worse, it was a "small, clumped" type - there's no way we can work it out.

"Is this the foundation,"

You don't show everything to outsiders, naturally.

"The three-foot sword teaches' He Who Wants Beyond '. If you're going to be in action, you need to know two, no, different times."

"For beginners, it's also a form of discipline."

The two norms who open their mouths instead.

I got up to be caught.

"In the fashion I've learned, it's" Two Intervals "with a knife and three feet."

Put him on the air and show off his mould as it is.

In the eyes of both Norms and disciples shimmer.

"No convulsions, bone flushing, I see."

"As for the training, will it be done according to the stage, as we continue the auditorium? Your teacher needs careful consideration. It's harder to see large numbers of people, but that would be a great teacher relationship."

The expression of the skinny master is meticulous because he provides courteous guidance to the aristocrat.

Thanks to you, this one swallowed really well.

In other words, their flux is more systematic than Tsukahara or Mashimura.

To a certain level, teach manually by fitting into the mould.

Individual instruction begins there. It will only be applied to those who are passionate and powerful.

population, especially the overflowing King's Capital with "family names".

Each martial arts dojo is extremely luxurious, and the young man who knocks on the gate doesn't even cut the pull.

But what makes it harder to get a good eye for instruction?

I guess it's a knitted "ingenuity" in it.

Either way, this flurry that Timur and Isen learn.

Whether it's bad or muscular, it's easy to raise to a certain level.

It may be good for Lord Squadron Leader.

"For you... instruction to His Excellency the Commander of Kingsguard Squadron, was it? It's a current honor, but it's quite a load."

A skinny scratches his jaw knowing that of the aristocracy.

"Let's take our time to discuss..."

My short body is scratching the back of my head like I'm sorry.

"Yep. This is the same door as the fumes for the horseman. And I want to give you guidance."

He switches to a wooden knife and turns back to the disciples who were pushing and banging him on the wall of the dojo.

It is the time of the audition (greeting) from the decision complaint.

...... I sweated heavily.

Since when? I dealt with dozens of people, including hectic shit and even beginners.

Woodmell's Field, Showdown Day?

Were you ever rampaged at the Edward and Mel family workouts?

No, four years ago in May, my first workout. Maybe since I was mentored by Dr. Maki.

I can hear the hustle and bustle from the garden.

The brothers and disciples shared the cask liquor that they had brought to the souvenir.

Above the dojo slab, fine liquor in a corner barrel.

Between recommending it and not recommending it, the two masters were bent before it.

I don't know why, but I didn't feel disheartened.

I just loosened my cheek and got a smile over my shoulder.

"You look good."

"When he came in, he seemed oddly elaborate. Like Timur when he was younger."

Rough way like a bad boy with no place to go?

I'm not a squadron commander.

"That would be rude. That wasn't your face, was it?

"Well, anyway. Now let us immerse ourselves in our shapes."

Slowly at first, gradually increase the speed.

Opponent Timur in distress, moulded archery.

It was as the Master put it. Immerse yourself in your body. Understandable.

The fashion that seemed systematic was surprisingly probable.

Like Matsuoka-sensei, it's not "sharp" or "sharp" fun.

"The current is said to have originally occurred between mountain bitches (Yamazatsu)...... kikikiri and charcoal grill. He said the score was a razor, or a razor. That's why he's short."

Lose it, though I'm sorry to say.

Not only the sharpness of the blade, but also the "thickness" and "weight" will be used consciously.

Well, then, it's natural that the fun is different from "pointy" and "sharp".

Dr. Tsukahara, I wonder where the Triswordsman's fashion comes from. I wonder what you're putting at the root.

I didn't even know that, so I came here.

It embarrasses me to name the stamp.

"... so even if you are slightly behind in starting to learn, you can make it into something. It is also familiar to the common people. There are many low-status people in our dojo."

In fact, many people apparently thought "no family name".

Of course, that's not why I'm saying it.

The martial arts dojo has no identity.

But that's why.

"I'm embarrassed to ask you that we've put together a" Daimyo Matrix. "

Even at the beginning of his visit to the Wang capital, he was walking with four people: Yul, Peter, Akaius and Hume.

It's a swordswallowing pair of five, no matter where you look from.

Since becoming Lord of Panmori, he has added the newly held Brotherhood Party to a substitute queue.

To communicate, not to cause anxiety in terms of "parental happiness," but also to feed them occasionally.

Of course, it also means bodyguard. The minimum "look" must also be stretched.

Your Excellency the Baron with the Cognac, a soldier aristocrat. Squidward men form a herd in dozens.

If you come across such a queue, the common people naturally pave the way.

Opportunities to get in touch with unruly, unnamed people are much less.

One thing, it's boring. It's not funny.

I also feel a sense of crisis about not being able to touch the air in the city well.

"If you have that arm, do you have any great anxiety?

"I can't say apprentice Timur or anything, but don't you mind once in a while?

Although the two Norms recommend slight lines (nappy).

Is it good, even if I do that now?

"Didn't I tell you before? Lord Hiro says he's good."

"Yes, I'll serve as an ambassador."

Although Hume and Timur say so.

I think it's cold as a ministerial group.

"It's not something to consider down there, sir. Have the temper to wield your minister."

I can't say anything about the Squadron Commander.

Am I the same person carrying too many things?