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.

"What about Chiharu?

Shortly after the assassination attempt. Neither the Yakan nor the Back Palace should want to make security handy.

And the Kingsguard will have to allocate personnel to the battlefield, if so.

It's not strange to have a hold on it.

"To Mr. Rossiu, I offered from the Mel family. 'Let us keep Mr. Chihira here, let us undermine the authority of the kingdom'. The House of Ya also serves the Meadier family, which does not send soldiers to Ezzio. And of course, we, the Mel family, will strengthen the security of the King's capital."

A new waterfall exit was built and a new samurai was also hired.

Together with Rossiu's liver frying...... it also makes sense to protect his mentz.

"They're supposed to send me out fast."

If that's the case.

I breathed heavily.

Phyllia finally turned away.

"Thousand Mornings. Will you take it?

Straight ahead, look ahead. Cage your mood.

I conveyed my thoughts.

"Accepted"

Thousand years ago, I took it.

While emitting a strong glow from your eyes.

It's been three years since I graduated from school.

At that time I had a wooden knife, and Thousand Early Days was a bare hand.

Now, we're holding each other's wooden knives.

Interest in time, commonly referred to as "triple step".... there is no difference between you two right now.

"Not yet, Thousand Early is better. But it's funny how wooden knives are handled, just what you're used to.

The attendant is one Master Li.

Brotherhood, I didn't call my friends.

Both I and Thousand Mornings were in a position where I couldn't see myself losing.

Away from the Panmori Hall, an indoor training ground with slabs.

The shadow of the old man is long, illuminated by a hot sunset.

"Begin!"

Make sure it slips and packs between instantly.

There are no gaps in movement. I can't shoot in. Me, too, Thousand Mornings.

5m. Enter between one foot at a time.

I got ahead of you, Thousand Early.

Slashing down the thunder.

But sweet.

It was a "stick" shot in, not a "knife".

Attach a wooden knife to the blade that was difficult to stand on. Receive.

I just tried to step in as it was, and a thousand early blades "returned".

Beneficial rigidity and forceful angular correction.

They erase the room to slash it down and shoot it back.

A blade overlapping correctly played each other.

The wooden knife flows.

Communicate the recoil to your back. Flush to hips and legs.

Slide it up so that it turns and stretch the "go" as it goes.

"Poking" from bottom to middle and further up.

Thousands of mornings were still trying to use recoil to shoot in.

But in the "handling" of a knife, this one has the length of a day.

One step ahead.

I was in a position to carry a wooden knife up my right shoulder, Chiharu.

My left elbow is up. The throat and face were protected.

Vacant is the chest......

Cane.

A dry sound, reminiscent of metal, echoed the dojo.

Thousands of early faces are close. The breath was rough.

Same height as my eyes, long eyelashes and... shitty eyes.

Stare at each other, stare at each other.

He was pushing his body forward with his center of gravity parallel to the floor.

To match the head of the pattern to the tip of the sword approaching the chest.

This is the oddity of bareback.

It was inherently "impossible".

But the rigidity of the preacher easily transcends the good and evil of the muscles.

When he jumped back, the gap had disappeared from his early position.

Silent confrontation.

It seems like it will last forever. That's actually just a little time.

Me and Thousands of Early Mornings have been through that so much that I don't like it.

Loose and flowing moments, twitching and full of each other's minds.

It radiates as it stretches into the other person's body.

I touched him.

Go for it. No run.

The wooden knife intersects.

Old Master Li's appearance had disappeared.

Because you don't need to see it, or you didn't want to?... Thought you shouldn't see it.

Flirting, a thousand early days creep.

One of Zhu's muscles was shot and engraved, holding down his right wrist.

It was only half a foot in time that divided the victory and defeat. Difference in height.

Turn your arms around your back and grab your left arm.

Pull your body up loosely.

If I gently touched the wrist punch, I tingled and shook that body.

"What's important...?

Thousands of early days swinging their wears silently.

Put your fingers on each one of them, and look up.

I overlaid my lips.