Practice began.
Almark was surprised to see the sword everyone had brought to practice. I imagined a sword as wide as it was in my room, but it was actually like a thin rapier who dropped the blade. And its usage seems to be limited to poking.
You've never used it before, Almark thought.
You won't be choosing this sword in action.
A thin blade body is convenient for screwing into a gap in the armor of a heavily armed enemy, but it is too thin. That could break just taking an enemy axe or spear attack.
I've fought mercenaries with all sorts of gains so far, but no one has ever used such a thin sword.
After thinking that far, I laughed bitterly realizing that I was the only one in action, what a supposed thing.
Yes, there hasn't been a real battle here in 100 years. When it comes to swordsmanship, it's only one form of upbringing.
After a few moments of bareback, he split into pairs, put on his smooth leather protective gear and began his match archery.
The tip of the sword is wrapped in soft resin, so that if you hit it, you won't get hurt, but everyone meets unexpectedly hard.
Wallis is the one who is showing some graceful movement. Whoever you deal with doesn't look serious, but it wins easily. It certainly seems to be something else when it comes to martial arts.
Morgen was right, he didn't seem to have much of a talent for this one. I can see my hips pulling even with my protective gear on. I guess it lacks more of a struggling mind than a motor nerve, just running around.
Nelson seems to have a good motor nerve the other way around, showing some pretty good moves. He said his father was a knight's squire, so maybe he's obsessed about the sword.
Torque is meeting with the boys around him. I see, I'm making a good punch just because I'm confident. If it's just power, it could be better than Wallis.
If you're a girl, and you turn your eyes, most of the kids poke at each other with their hips and it's like a game. But there was only one group in it that was making a men's face loss move.
It's Wendy and Leila.
They may have been trained faster than the others because they are both aristocrats, but they make good moves nonetheless.
As Almark watched with admiration, the two continued their incandescent offense, but at last Leila's penetration captured Wendy's chest.
After the game, the two are discussing it with a smile as they wipe their sweat. They seem to recognize each other's power. Wendy, anyway, was surprised Leila gave that look.
At that time, suddenly Rapier was thrown in front of Almark.
"Take it, newcomer"
It was torque.
Soon I stood in front of Almark following my surroundings.
"I don't need a weak one in my class."
Torque giggled spirally as he watched Morgen have a hipster meeting.
"You'd be bored just to watch. I'll deal with you."
"Did you get forgiveness from Dr. Bowen?
Almark said, Torque let him sneeze his jaw.
"I'm not looking at it anyway."
If you look at it, Bowen is in the middle of mentoring another student. He seems to be an enthusiastic mentor and teaches by hand-wrestling.
Almark shrugged his shoulders and picked up his sword.
Much lighter than I thought, but the material isn't bad. They don't need to add or subtract so much power.
"Well, that's why I'm asking you. Um, the protective equipment..."
"Galain, lend him yours."
Torque ordered the surrounding boy standing behind him. The boy laughs and takes off his protective gear.
Wearing sweaty smooth leather protective equipment, Almark stood in front of the torque. Standing in front of a large torque, Almark looks terribly small.
"Thank you for waiting."
Torque watches as he licks Almark from top to bottom.
"Hmm, the northern countrymen. One of the magic of the lights, the unsatisfactory one, has come to do what more."
To Torque's words Almark raises his eyebrows a little.
"This isn't where savages like you come from. Just go home and kill each other."
I can't tell you, my poke all over me flew in my stomach.
Almark strikes it down without making it.
Kin, and a loud noise rang across the martial arts field, and everyone looked back.
Torque broke down and let his body swim, taking two or three steps before rushing back to erecting.
"Let's do this."
I saw blood vessels floating on the right side of my forehead.
"I don't think you're very noble. That's nasty language."
Almark insisted on how far to provoke him.
I've been waiting for this timing. Torque definitely sticks up. I'm forced to pretend to fit in and drag it into this mound. That's what I've decided since I saw Wendy's tears yesterday.
When I looked behind the torque, everyone watched me in solitary spit. I'm looking at this one with a bright blue face leading up to Wendy. Bowen, the instructor, is looking at this one too, but there's no sign of trying to stop it. Maybe the Dean of the College is saying something.
"Don't worry about it as much as I avoided it once."
and torque. I have an eye for a moment with Wendy who seems worried. It's okay, Wendy. Don't worry about it. I will return the favors I have received.
Leila looks cold as opposed to Wendy.
The other one, Wallis, a class commissioner, looks at Almark with such cold eyes that he looks down.
Who is he? Almark thought. From the atmosphere, probably quite high among the nobles... but those eyes... are like the eyes of a mercenary in a war.
"I'll kill you."
To Torque's words, Almark laughed lightly for the first time.
"I'd say something scary. Aren't you really a mercenary?
Torque's face stained red with anger. I guess it's all the way around here. Almark thought. That's about as good a provocation as this.
"Shiro."
Torque pounced out his full body, vomiting words he didn't think were college students. Now he's after the face. There's no protective gear, it's a stripping place. Almark twists his neck slightly and turns it around. Screaming from the female students watching. Not once, but twice, he was swept away, and the torque rose upside down. He pokes at his face, throat, chest, and the momentum that could kill Almark, but Almark doesn't even let his body faint as if he were an illusion. Eventually the torque ran out of breath as well.
"The coward just ran away..."
Almark accidentally sank his body when Torque had a remorseful vice. I wondered, Pong, and made a mild noise and his rapier was hitting the chest of the torque's armor.