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.

The day of the presentation of the typology.

The sword brought in by Timur Bentham was unfamiliar every day.

Not a famous knife when entering or leaving Kingsguard, not a three-foot knife used in the field.

To answer and say to me, "It's a blade pulling knife."

The more I saw, the thinner it was crushing the blade.

I thought, "Because of a school that doesn't emphasize 'sharp'," but my mind doesn't have to waver.

"Because it's hard if anything happens there.... I'm going to cut everything, though, right? 'Cause they say the same thing.

This thought is instantly conveyed because the other master is the equivalent of a thousand years ago.

He has a smaller corner of his mouth and a sarcastic look.

In front of Timur like that, I couldn't help but be aware of "something" rising from within me.

It was still in Asakura that you unraveled your little confusion.

(That's the samurai will, the weight of the genre. Oriental Sanjitsu, Tsukahara, Mashimura and Matsuoka are also famous in Wangdu. Hiro, you're that pardoned stamp.... you know what I mean?

The temper blows.

One of the surrounding men covered his back with a squadron leader.

That's the escort of His Royal Highness the former Prince, I see he has the least amount of heart.

"Look, Squadron Commander. This is samurai archery."

I couldn't afford to flip a light mouth at Edward to stir it up.

Timur showed it off because it was a different "mould" than the meeting.

A three-foot knife, in action.

... So what's up?

The type taught by the Three Swordsmen is Matsuoka Liu, a swordsmanship that makes the range of time an absolute defensive area.

Break it if you can!

And I just wanted to say.

Matsuoka-sensei doesn't want to go there either.

Timur is a swordsman in his mid-thirties and is entering a circle of ripeness.

Its blade wind is sharp and invites depletion to the thick stickiness characteristic of the genre.

Even if I use the "mould" to play each and every one of them...... its rigid sword comes closer to this one.

Timul swinging.

Together, I'll swing Asakura down.

Where it should be a combined shot...... Timur's sword "stretched".

I push that "go" back to my neck with my arm, no matter what.

Timur's sword was all over my cheek.

Hot pain, followed by a raw warm feeling.

Can't you take it as a machete?

Timur whispers as he leans over.

"I'm a captain (usually). Hiro, the platoon leader, plays the role of a machete, though it's not one way to do it."

I need to convince you.

Striking a machete (defensive side) should be something that is served by an advanced rather than a stately person.

That's "samurai reason".

Though it has been abandoned and lowered to a predetermined position, and a courtesy has been given.

This one can't back down like this either.

"Now, Squadron Commander, followed by alternating Battering (Defense) and Battering (Attack)."

I didn't give a glimpse of the boy's face.

Timur is right. I don't care what Kingsguard does now.

"Qi" blows up further from within you.

Take it. Timur, too, blew his mind off.

The people who know how to get on with it.

Each of the Norms earned a fortune. To intervene in case something happens.

Shoot him from the beginning in a full mood.

He was intercepted by a three foot blade puller with a thick body like a twig.

Instead of slashing it, it was a blow as if to slap it.

Timur shows his teeth.

Oh, yeah. I can't do this right now. Too much power!

Still, there's nothing you can do if you get on the stream.

Shake it down at your disposal, first slashing it apart.

… the right orbit, with force from the lower body and trunk.

... It is only by pulling out the strength that a strong force is applied.

Timur's eyes, which appeared on the body he had lost and returned, had turned into a rugged one.

I try to slide the blade to avoid between them.

If you shoot them down again so they don't get away with it.

Five-minute slaughter split.

It is a testament to the ideal state of the power relationship between a knife and a knife.

After all, Timur is walking over me.

Asakura, who responded to the thought, also breathed spirituality... and pressed it away.

(You want me to do it and show it?... Then don't think of anything extra! The mould is for what!

To sneak up on the attack.

To slay enemies.

To assume it exclusively and sharpen the moves.

A few matches. Timur even matches this machete.

Slash. Defend. I think that's all I want.

Last mould. Slash down from the top.

... stopped on the way.

If you shoot it down as it is, it will take Timur's life.

Three feet of blade pulling had lost half its body.

I couldn't stand both of our moves.

Asakura?

(Take a look at Timur's claws)

I was desperate to contain the passion.

(It's your arm. That's not my cut.... you're in line for Timur)

"Now…" he said, trying to receive his favorite knife from Connie Bach.

Timur Bentham on Martial Arts Master's smile, with his extended arm thrown up over his shoulder.

It was just as good to give each other a toast and return calmly.

Though I saw some intent on me that I couldn't do it.

If you turn your eyes to Lord Squadron Commander... a young man standing beside you will walk over reflexively.

Don't try to distract me in any way. I set up a mace.

Right, do it, Edward.

I just want to make sure that I feel a little more...

"This is martial arts, Squadron Commander. If you also learn the mould archery correctly, it will be a blade approaching the neck. So it's also possible to chop off iron chunks. You don't need to be suddenly aware of the actual battle."

Voice of the Martial Arts Master.

I finally realized that I had left my guest of honor behind.

The Squadron Commander had something to say.

Oh, shit, it's killing me, so the people around me come forward.

Keep it up, tell me.

"I give my regards to the Squadron Leader.... shouldn't carry too much. Please take it easy."

Edward also continues, who finally let go of Mace, with a hard eye on the Norms.

"Forget about your brother or your mother. You just have to behave as you please. The Squadron Commander is the owner of the family... what can I do to support His Highness Aslan and Miyagi?

"Lord Cubi Platoon, what!

Shimei had a bad smile about how strange that rush around her was.

"You can ignore succession races, etc. You've become light-hearted, so don't hesitate to be spoken of as a backyard maid. Which?

"Even Sir Simei de Oranje! Irresponsible…"

Squadron Commander, I was shaking.

It's not a metaphor. I'm crouching with my hands on my forehead.

Bumped with "ideas" I never thought I'd see, shaking my values.

Even if you want to change, suddenly you can't live as freely as Edward or Shimei.

"Kings," because they must have been harshly raised.

Then.

"Again as a public announcement, as a bureaucrat and politician. It's about being survived. To feed you, my lords... and to protect your family when something happens."

Though I can't go in and say it any more.

If Her Royal Highness's Valve, His Highness General Suleiman, "challenged a tough battle and lost badly".

Only Bayajit can ask the "winning horse" for that help.

When there was no help... there was no one but Bayajit who could take over the defeated clan royal party by leaving his lineage.

The boy finally looked up.

Eye focus is set. Redness also returned to the cheeks.

"You look good."

It's not like I say "seventeen," it's a lot of lines.

Timur Bentham spoke for me.

There's nothing I should say.

"How about a quick one?

If you take only one wooden knife in your hand.

A bayajit boy put his frustration on his face.

"You take me seriously. I'm angry at the same attitude when he says," I'll use a wooden knife. "

... I've been told all over that it's important not to ask.

"Commander Squadron, I hope you can take one of them. Please hang up."

Timul, who looked at his painful eyes with the same insult to his poor (and did), was pissing off his shoulder.

This is what he always does!