"Or Orath is out in the dojo. He said," If you don't mind. "
My servant was right everywhere.
Courtesy armor is sometimes worn to protect soft spots… not to be distracted from what you think.
"Have you been here long?
"It will be my sixth generation, 167."
The young man who stood in the guide was terribly skinny.
Its back had told him that it was an inward and backward talent.
Turn it into a servant who was not accompanied by a battle, a man who is not a "one servant (kobun)," six generations.
"That's just heavy, Elan's house is"
The back did not show soothing.
That's how the Elan party feels about the Kalewala family, about me.
A planking dojo, mirrored on its walls.
That's swordsmanship...... no, it's a common story in martial arts dojos.
Bright scarlet outfit, facing me on the back.
I couldn't get a glimpse of that look. It's supposed to be in the mirror across the street.
The neat standing blocked our sight.
"Well done for coming."
The familiar voice that was sounded in retrospect was squeaky.
On the face you should recognize, the dragon was affixed.
"I was auditioning. How about a hitch?
Easy sounded from my right hand.
If you look at it, will there be a Kingsguard who asks you to drop in on Olars with his parents?
"He's hanging out with me."
Carefully, huh?
If you're not expected to be the man to end up here, if you're just asking for a handover of power... there's also a little more clever standing around.
With a good story if you visit quietly, without changing from your daily relationship.
Dependent man. The whistle playing was pointy. All I'm saying is what you're doing here.
Standing in front of me is a man who, for the time being, makes me want to go out with him.
A man who bore a good hardship not to.
A man who stepped into a mistake to exchange.
A man who knows everything and is sweet with the results as expected.
All I have to say is heaps of dragon faces to follow in silence.
"No!"
The dragon-faced prince across the street shook up his hand with a bamboo.
There's a lot of dancing in the kingdom, though.
Jala-style or Tang-style/Persian-style music should be said to be...... the tempo was different from that of Japan.
Double speed, or if you do poorly, you think it's four times faster.
"Mausoleum King."
A dance that supposedly mimics the movements of your son, who takes command of an army on horseback.
A dance that uses the stage extensively and jumps around.
- Push it, Hiro.
(weight on shaft foot)
Feet clamping, its appearance requires thoroughness and lightness.
That fun, if you say it in modern dance...... maybe rock, or house.
- Don't give in. It just doesn't look good when it's small.
(Angle at which hands and feet are swung up, stride width. It's a big take. Don't make compromises)
King of Lanling, the royal family of Beijing.
As a famous general, a famous prime minister, hence your son, who was suspected by his lord and died at the age of 33.
- I flutter because I don't have an axis. Distortion. When you open it, go from the ground up.
(Raise your body shaft. Move it from the back of your hip when you open your leg)
I feared that the morale of the soldiers would be reduced to the beauty of extinction.
He always wore a mask when commanding the army.
- You mustn't be inward-
(Don't spin inward, all muscles are spinning outward)
A dance inspired by its Orchid King.
Play "King of the Lan Ling", dance "King of the Ling".
Brave, gorgeous yet graceful songs, and dancing.
- Look up, look forward. Face it, that's all.
It is also used for baby dance.
This is a dance that symbolizes the joy of victory with the man who fights.
- Imagine the point of arrival. Get in there, be aware of jumping in...
Oh, let's dance together.
Olars, you... we won the war.
How many times have you repeated your passage?
It was the same face that was in my memory that emerged from the back that left the face of the dragon.
A look I've never seen.
He was sweaty and sweaty.
Leave the dragon face as well.
Sweat erupts. It pours into my eyes.
I can't stop crying and laughing in pain.
"After 25, it gets tight. I'll leave it to the young."
People wear masks.
Ascend, dance and play on the stage as masked.
to hide what swirls within.
To fight, to protect ourselves, not to hurt anything important.
Get off the stage and leave the mask if you don't have to pretend.
The face you show then, that's the vegetable.
No, if it's vegan, it's nature, it's something to admit.
You don't have to peek into anything that swirls behind the mask.
I just gave you that that's who you are, and there's nothing good about it.
"Sorry to bother you again"
"You're welcome. You should bring a bow next time."
In Kingsguard, a young man dancing without a mask.
New Year's Eve, could it also be something to show off somewhere?
Again, to double-speed and upbeat music, archery is hard to come by.
"What you did is heavy. It's not Gali! Fit it!"
"Thinking about a real costume? Even if it only fits tempo, if it moves small, the sleeves will get wrapped around it!
Blue Sea waves.
They step together, gorgeous everywhere, beautiful dancing.
A dance worthy of a young man with a long future, a dance for a public who competes and polishes each other.
"Hey Albert, Ethan. I have a good teacher in my spare time, okay?
"Are you free? That's, no, that person... Left Kyo just said the Fourth Latitude Five Sutra... Hiro? Break the elegance and do something good... no, after you've already stepped in."
A mansion built in a difficult place to describe as first-class.
And Ethan knew exactly the dawn of a man who was forced to dwell in Wasabi.
"Is that what you mean? Don't attack as usual, Hiro is. The risk is... Is Ethan a big deal? As far as I'm concerned, always. I'll leave the judgment to you."
Albert Cecil.
A boy who leaves the helm to Ethan and then follows him to become the art of the world.
Needless to say, I have no intention, but it's not something I can do, such as consolidate my umbilical cord and thoroughly in my mid-teens. It would be a superior category as a contender.
If I may rephrase that.
It even "surrounds" the public of upstream aristocracy. That's in the Dexter family's glory.
The stray Ethan lifted his eyebrows.
Let your own smile shine, not involved in the glory of the house.
"Edward, shouldn't I ask you out, too? Aokai waves will need each other, won't they?
It's quick and helpful.