At the beginning of the year, I was 19 years old (27 years old in contents).
The first half of Wang Du's fourth year was the season to say "continued" for our young people in the second half of last year.
The face of the Kingsguard who served was not involved in the internal affairs work, so he was placed in office for another six months as he was. As a result, young people who did not serve could not be transferred nor remain in office because of the limited number of vacant posts.
It should be noted that many of the protruding publics were sent out to the regions, but the holes were filled from the outside. Yousuf Hekmatial will assume the position of Governorate Saosuke, etc.
Seeing the Karewalas, or me personally, I still hadn't blocked the hole from the previous year.
The usual, Avon family yacht race cannot be held.
I can't do enough of Yu's welcoming and other things that came because of me.
It also fails to fulfill the battle with Sinnoske promised last year.
Neither has the young man who sent him to the Ezzio Frontier Uncle Territory, fallen into the snow and has yet to return.
(Thousand early, right?
Right, Ariel, I just want to play another game.
(Wow)
No, it's not. Pink. It's serious, isn't it?
(Seriously, I can't do this right now, can I?
Asakura is right.
When you go out on the battlefield, you lose your muscle. Because I tend to rely on strength and skill as a result of dealing with a large number of people.
That is a necessary experience, but it needs to be corrected afterwards.
That's why I came to Tsukahara Sensei's dojo in Kingsfu.
A man who didn't have to look at me began to untie the bag in front of me.
"Why don't you do it"
Wow...... good arm. To be angry.
You were immersed in a dojo while one was out on the battlefield, weren't you? Timur Bentham!
We had dozens of meetings at the wooden knife, but we were advised. I just said roughly "one on two" if you star account.
"It was five minutes with Sinnoske."
I also know Timur won't tell me. We can't do it right now.
That's why I asked Shinnosuke to serve as the counterpart of the archery.
"Sinnoske, you've changed. It's like being close to Dr. Matsuoka."
"One arm. I really can't go with a machete like Dr. Mashimura. Not in its place, Hiro. You've gained strength, haven't you?
There's nothing you can do to increase your precision to Matsuoka Sensei's area unless you've touched the knife since childhood. Same thing with ballet and piano. Conversely, it takes a gifted talent to get to meet Dr. Mashimura's sword. Conditions such as physique, muscle quality, and desirability if you are a preacher.
So it is my mentor who wants to make it a goal. But honestly, I don't know how to get close to Tsukahara. Perhaps even for Sinnoske.
So each other, "You're different now," he said. It depends on whether you can't find any hints in your opponent, even as you tend to be mean.
Second and third mold auditions.
As Kazuhara returns, Dr. Tsukahara begins to provide guidance on correction.
Breathe in again and then meet again with Timur for an audition.
Now we could cross each other for more than five minutes.
And after the audition, it was time to go home.
"This fashion is too sweet."
... I know. Nevertheless, a direct disciple of the stamp should not receive instruction from the second and third.
What the teacher should see is the finished condition from the beginning. We need to load up enough archaeology in advance.
Both Mr. Walter and Mr. Alex continued to encourage each other in the absence of time and lifted their arms.
I'm sorry about this one. There is no excuse.
but it's only me that's bad. What do you know about Tsukahara Sensei?
He looked disgusted. Bottom bad distorted mouth.
Do you regret getting punched in so much? Good year... ignore my gaze. I put my gaze on Tsukahara Sensei's back and turned this way.
And Timur was spitting and throwing away at my feet.
It was unplugged. Asakura.
Naturally, Timur is also unplugged.
The arm lasts five minutes, and Timur, who has provoked, is ready. But what Timur is carrying right now is a gorgeous, but skinny knife. I have the demon knife Asakura in my hand.
On both occasions, Connie Bach, who was accompanying Timur, erupted into killing.
Connie is a preacher, a better arm than Timur if he's a decent swordsman.
It's tough on me, but I appreciate it now. Can you slaughter a man with a round back!
"Out, Connie! Timur, bring the knife!
... I forgot where this is.
It must not be in the dojo and pull out seriously without the permission of the master.
Beginning of New Year's blood reflexes.
There is no excuse. I can't. All the causes are my lack of auditorium.
But that's why.
Until the end, I didn't want to let the wooden knife go out of my hand until I was critical.
Opportunity because of it. I wanted to see how far I could go, no, I could stand it.
I was even half-witted. I was wondering if there would ever be a man in the dojo who made fun of his master and couldn't pull it out.
And a non-reflective disciple, hurtful and natural.
There's nothing else to beat until you've completely settled your fighting spirit.
That's what martial arts are for, and it's simply dangerous in the first place. Because he is an apprentice in the arms of a master's third step, even if he has a cut of paper.
If you are also told not to be exposed to immaturity by being that arm, though I can't say anything back.
He is not so strange a disciple as to be beaten to death and not reflect.
"Are you two just one blow, one drink?"
Dojo treats the elderly. Timur and Connie.
"You knew it was a clear provocation, Mr. Hiro, too."
With that said, Timur was ragging the spit he threw up.
Connie, who was sweeping through the fragments of the broken mirror, tries to help... no, he was controlling me with his eyes when I was supposed to do it.
"Why... did you try me"
Timur set his eyes directly on me when I asked.
"Everything is clever, softy, and smart. That's what a kingdom upstream aristocrat should look like. I understand, sir."
I warped my mouth again. It wasn't a bad man this time.
But the tone has changed to legendary.
"That's all the bastards I don't like."
These are the tough people to make, the kingdom nobles.
From the Mel brothers of Ezzio César on top to Snook Jack on the contrary in Timur on the bottom.
You want me to show my guts while I tell you to do everything at your leisure?
It's just, well, one thing I've figured out.
"Protruding death to help fellow men, and systemic fractures. Looks good to see Isen up the stock."
Though Timur did not value his former boss Isen highly.
If you heard how I behaved the previous year.
"Yeah. I honestly reviewed it. Hi there. Mr. Hiro, hey? Since I was in the Far East, I've heard you were a very dear boy."
You think a samurai symbol isn't enough?
That's what I say like an Etzio Border Uncle. Even some anxiety material...... oh.
"Neville? The Howell family is the same middle-class nobility as the Bentham and Valois families." I don't care about keeping our people Neville dead and keeping the public and the Elan Squadron Leader alive, "he said. Is that what this is about?
Half-kidding and toned, though.
I threw up a liquid that tasted like iron rust at Timur's feet this time.
Do you mind if I clean it anyway?
"I won't let you say it. That's all me and Neville know...... No, Timur, you would know that once he was rotten. He was my oldest son, and I had to show my intentions somewhere."
I have made my family into a moderate Philip Valois and have deceived and pierced my will.
"I know, the relationship between you two. A man who has something to protect must show that he can protect it. Mr. Hilo and Neville were somewhere alike."
... Oh, you know what? Timur also had something to protect.
If it's official business, this one must speak as a superior officer.
"Inspectorate, is something wrong?
You want to bring your ass in to me, but you have to sail it on the way out.
But I remember Rossiu Chen's attitude.
"You're the one who made all the wishes on the table, aren't you? Was it?"
I feel like being a little mean... No, you shouldn't have to thank me for being provoked.
"The current guard... the platoon leader in charge of assault, Emile and Christian, and Albert, right? You're always hungry, right?
There are others, but it's around here that I'm close to.
I was wondering if that's not the first place to hit it.
No, wait. Timur Bentham, in the first place, is a man willing to be alone if he is to protect the agency of censors.
Aside from my boss, I'll talk to him. I don't have to say this is bad news, but I have a pretty bad feeling about it.
"You know there are a lot of indie martial arts houses in the DEA, including the Bentham family, right?
In modern Japan, he's a supportive group or a guy named Voda.
Not as far away from standing as Rossiu, that's Timur Bentham for me.
"Are you in a position to let go?," "It's a better deal to get involved than to watch, right?," well. Getting involved Getting involved.
My years as a man of protection are nearly twenty years different. Still no match, huh?
"Copy that. I'll just listen to you. If it's a story that goes through and benefits the nation,"
I'm not Timur Bentham, who brings in a mysterious story.
There's something legalistic about it, but justice and perseverance are men.
This was more than half the way to cooperation.