The Wizard Raised Through TRPG is Still the Strongest in the Other World

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There are more than a dozen soldiers kneeling around me, swallowing their spit and watching them grow.

It was anxiety and anger floating in their faces.

Anxiety seems to be directed at Zilk, the commander, and anger at Sir Sandar.

If you look into those eyes, you can see well that the zirc is admired by the younger ones.

In the first place, they're just the new America we recruited in the city of Lellis about two months ago.

That Zilk's guiding policy towards them was to tap into the collective action and strength needed as an army. For once, I have real-time experience with thieves and little ghosts, and it doesn't mean I haven't trained them in the use of weapons.

Still, from Sir Sandar, who would have led an army as a general of the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), it may seem lifelike.

As far as I'm concerned, it's not stingy to keep command of the entire army if he's going to be one of us (staff) in the future.

But it's still too soon.

"First, I'll keep this story"

"Oh, of course."

"I don't mind."

Proposed response assembled in my head...... no, compromise? asks Sir Sandar to become a martial arts advisor, so to speak, who will provide soldiers with special training in martial arts outside normal training hours.

At the outset, it is a proposal to put the faces of Sir Sandar and both sides of the zirc, and yet to obtain a new instructor.

Depending on how it unfolds until you take it to this drop, however, it can also leave an emotional lump.

I'm not too sure, but first you listen well to both of them in a calm place.

... and thinks.

"Ma, Master Margils."

"Hmm? What's up, Lend"

One of the soldiers called me up in an uphill voice. Indeed, he was the first young man to hear his name when he greeted them when they arrived from the city of Lellis to the castle.

"Ah.... well, I think Captain Zirk's training is right! Please don't replace the captain and your knight."

The voice of the Lend youth clogged for a moment. Maybe you were surprised that I called my name instantly.

"I agree."

"We're getting stronger thanks to Mr. Zirk!

Zilk is really admired for his continued support of many soldiers this way.

"Hey, stop being an idiot. It's up to Margils to decide."

"Mmm..."

Zilk faces the boulders and forgives the soldiers. Sir Sandar was roaring with his beard.

Yes, this is not a very good flow.

In the settlement 'I accepted the soldier's plea', Sandar's face is rounded, and even in the zirc, 'I got him to defend his position with warmth'.

Hearing the noise, the courtyard has gathered servants, dwarves, and even the Shulls.

Given my position, I can shut up the soldiers and implement an earlier proposal in the form of an order, but, well, that would be a bad idea.

"Dear Margils! We just have to prove we're getting stronger, right?!? Then let us play a game with the Knight!

"... good"

After worrying, I decided to bet on Zilk's ability to nurture and the guts of the soldiers.

I'm not sure it'll work. But you have to choose.

"The Hall of the Lord...?

Sir Sandar has looked down at me with suspicious eyes.

Not as good as the rade, but he's also a giant man who can get one head out of it as I do. It would be quite intimidating if you looked at it fully armed.

I would definitely have lost my voice when I was in Japan.

... but yes, it's not as good as the rade.

"I have no doubt that Sir Sandar is an excellent samurai, but both this castle and the soldiers have a special background. There will be some things of a different nature than an army such as the one led by Sir. Nor did Zilk specialize in commanding the army. There must be a lot to learn from Sir's experience."

The difference in strength between Lend and Sir Sandard is obvious. However, depending on how Lend "loses" or "wins," he may be able to bring it to a successful drop.

I slowly continued my words, being careful not to turn my voice upside down because of the tension.

"Sir Sandar, could you give him an audition? It would be more comprehensible than to say a lot in words."

"... be"

"Hmm, I get it!

Sir Sandar rode as expected, but his face is that the zirc is outrageous.

"Zilk, Lend. This is only training. To see what we have to say in practice."

"... I understand."

"Yes! I will prove that Captain Zirk's training is not in vain!

The trend builds momentum and rises.

I could see the same ambition and ideal fire in his eyes after two months, not fading at all.

Clearly, this is like deciding to make the rend worn out.

I'm heavier... but it's my position to drive them out to fight the ghosts even worse than this. It would be useful to allow them to fight in the best possible way by 'then'.

He quickly made the rules for the game by incorporating the opinions of Zirk and Sandar Township.

-The weapon is a training spear.

-The protective equipment is something that is usually used by both parties.

· No attacks on the head and steeple.

-Lend wins once he gives Sandar an effective hit.

-Continue the game until one of you declares defeat or the referee (me) stops.

In essence, this match can also be described as a battle between Lend's guts and Sir Sandard's health.

Most importantly, I'd like to focus somewhere else.

... because it's not fair that I'm just 'measured'.

Okay, here we go.

"Ha!"

"Light up the langer too!

Lend is leather armor for soldiers, Sir Sandard is heavy full body armor. The prey is the same, spear with a rounded tip and cover for training more than two meters.

Lend holds the spear at hip height, stepping out his left foot and pointing his tip (the part that hits him) towards Sir Sandar's abdomen.

By the way, I chose spears for weapons for the match because the castle soldiers still only have basic spear training. I also pay for swords and shields, but I just have them.

The Historical Knight on the other hand lifts the spear overhead and sets the tip of the ear (the part that hits) against the soldier's toe. I don't know if it's the same as the Japanese technique, but is it called the upper left section?

Speaking of which, I (Geo) also had the skills of a quarterstaff.

Because of this, I somehow find out that I chose this type for Sir Sandar's counter aim.

".................. Ugh"

Of course this is the first time I've faced a master more than a zirc, I immediately got a fat sweat on Lend's face.

Step left and right as you crawl through the gap, but Sir Sandar is flat.

I'm changing the orientation of my body according to the movement of the lens, but it doesn't even seem to be moving because this leg is so smooth.

"Ew!!

"Damn!

Never with intent did the rend tread heavily, sticking the spear straight out.

From my point of view, the attacks on the 'Step on your feet once to gain momentum', 'Aim for it' and 'Stepped out' trends are too slow.

Sir Sandar easily speared up and poked him on the shoulder.

The knight's movements at this time can even be seen as just changing the structure from upper to middle. I guess this is what he calls a 'mould'.

"Ugh."

Lend removes the spear and squats.

Meanwhile, Sir Sandar has a cool face while standing on the middle.

"That's the" wind-up poke "from" The Crown Stand "! Now, do you want to surrender?

"Not yet!

"Ugh..."

"This one, do you still stand?

Lend's stickiness seemed far beyond Sir Sandard's expectations.

He's been poked and rolled twenty times, but he's still trying to get up.

"I can't watch very much..."

"Stop it already..."

Zirk is silent with a face that looks like he chewed up a bitter bug, but just as the soldiers and the surrounding spectators are also bothering.

Honestly, it's pretty hard for me to watch too. He said he knew this was going to happen and he was making me do it.

"Why, what... Again..."

"... um, can't you surrender yet? Only that gut looked up. Wow."

The young man put up his spear again as he cursed.

Sir Sandar is sweaty too, but he won't make a sound if he repeats the same thing a hundred more times.

"... then don't hesitate!

"Damn!?

Sir Sandar's spear stone poke spun and snapped Lend's ankle away, causing him to fall.

Still, he tries to stand up.

"... mmm..."

Sir Sandar was sending his gaze to me from now on.

I can tell you don't have to use 'ESP Medals' to tell me to stop the game anymore.

... Do you want to go?

Now I realize I'm the one being 'measured'.

If he or the Earl of France are going to identify my person, let me do the same here.

Sir Sandar can't choose how to win right now, but he can choose how to lose.

Come on, what do we do, knight of universal history?... Pick it quick.

"Gef."

And the rend flipped. Twenty-fifth time, but he begins desperately for the twenty-sixth time.

"……………"

"... Ha-ha-ha!

Soldiers and servants are mostly in tears, and Zilk was shaking his fists, in the atmosphere that some of the Schulz even had their hands on weapons and it was time to limit them.

On the verge of me finally becoming unbearable and trying to make a call for an abort, a luxurious laugh rose.

"Ha-ha-ha! Oh, my God! I didn't know you had all this patience and strength! He wasn't in your hands. Wow!

"Ugh... ah...?

(All right!)

With a big mouth and a delightful laugh, Sandar Township helped Lend wake up.

Lends and all those around me are pokans, but I am an inner gutspaw.

Yes, this is how the best Lord Sandar loses.

"It was a brilliant game! Lend gave us a good look at the results of the training! And the awesomeness of Sir Sandar's martial arts would have been well understood by all. I want to give them both a big hand."

"Patch, Patch, Patch"

In response to my voice, the sound of one applause echoed.

Looking back, Crawla was somehow slapping me in the hand as I looked at this one with cold eyes. You must have come from the middle of nowhere, but you seem to be seeing through my thoughts.

"Oh, you did your best, Lend!

"That was awesome guts!

"The knight is splendid, too. Wow."

"I knew you had a different style."

"Humans do it!

Crawla's applause became a call to water, and at the same time everyone clapped their hands and praised Lend's good fight and Sandar Township's attitude.

This kept Sir Sandard and Zirk in sight. And, of course, the rend.

On a good note, the example squire also applauded.

"Lend, you put up well. Thank you."

"You're trying too hard."

"Dear Margils... Captain..."

I take the hand of Lend, who stands supported by Sir Sandar, and thank him wholeheartedly.

His guts and loyalties are real. Totally, so much so that I look back at myself and this one embarrasses me.

I'll deliver the healing potion later and some delicious liquor.

"Damn, ha-ha! But the castle lord is a bad man, too!

"... no. I only believed in Lord Sandar.... I guess it's more right that I wanted to believe it."

Sir Sandar was laughing as he looked at me with his innocent eyes. He naturally noticed my thoughts, too, and I guess he rode it.

What matters to me is that he gave me a full answer to the try 'Can I choose a loss that neither my opponent nor myself will lower'.

I wish this was the kind of idiot who would be willing to slap the lens and laugh ridiculously......

Except that my own stock hasn't gone up, I think I managed to survive this noise.

"Hmm. For a moment, I almost resented Margils."

"You put up well with the zirc, too. And you raised them well."

Zilk's heart certificate could have gone bad......

But if you've told me the truth at all, I think it's been a better relationship than just being awed before.

Nevertheless.

Sometimes I want to experience choosing one option with confidence.