Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

"Hey Gorge, it's just been a year since I became a Viscount today..."

Sola can put her strength into the hand holding the wooden sword as she stands on her half.

"Why do I have to get muddy?

'Cause I think it's better than being covered in blood at times of need.'

Gorge, who played Sora's wooden sword, which he had struck, quickly bent over and put on a foot payment.

Without time to raise her voice, Sola ran out of balance and poked her ass cake at the lawn in the garden.

"Passive!"

"I know. Don't yell!"

Sora says back as she wakes up her body ahead of Gorge's point.

"Damn, it's been a year, huh? I think it's an important anniversary..."

As Sora put it, a year has passed since the Viscountry was founded today.

The economy was recovering rapidly around Crossport, Sola's knee.

One role was played by trade with the Marquis territory of Beltze via the Wooddora Chamber of Commerce.

The incense syracaba material was imported backwards into the territory of the Marquis of Beltze. No, it was sold to fly.

Only because the Marquis of Beltze rooted for craftsmen who gasp at the lack of timber.

Even as the Marquis of Beltze, I guess I wanted to avoid artisans being discrete.

From the territory of the Marquis of Beltze, cereals are imported, starting with rye, in addition to silacaba.

There was also a relationship of funding, with most stockpiled wheat over the years, but the nutritional status of the inhabitants was steadily improving.

The impact of the adjustment of tax rates has also been significant and has improved slightly economically.

If Sola sees a crossport stretching beneath her eyes with chilli, new houses and shops are still under construction there.

"I was able to have a safe year. That's a pleasure. But if you come with Sola, the day you come and the day you come will dawn on paperwork, and you can play with Nona for a bit!?

"Mr. Gorge, the truth is leaking."

"Whoa, this isn't going to work.... Anyway, Master Sola has many enemies. I don't know when or what time you might get attacked. You should work it out now."

Gorge's words are good too.

But it was true. It was after the leak, so it was convincing.

Still, Sola decided to go out with Gorge in combination with the elimination of the lack of exercise.

"Superior. I'll take one and make you bark!

With the wooden sword aside, Sola ran out.

Chaff was barebacking as he looked sideways at Sola and the others waving the wooden sword laughing no matter how many times they rolled him over.

Judo moves taught by Sola are not so frequently used on the battlefield.

It should be called a boulder, and Sania the Beast Man was dizzy and improved, to the point of throwing the Flamethrower one-on-one, but it must have been the physical ability of the Beast Man.

Therefore, Chaff was silently waving his long sword.

Training to make swordsmanship more practical and tailored to oneself, familiar from an early age. I become aware of the shape in every corner of my body and see what movement I can make.

Training, which would otherwise require a great deal of concentration, has also been as if I had not gotten into this past year.

Thoughts fly to compare themselves to Sola in a few moments, and the concentration doesn't last.

Now and again, I followed Sora's movements with my eyes, and the way she waved her sword went crazy.

Disappointed with himself like that, Chaff sighs.

With his long sword in his sheath, Chaff looked around and frowned.

"Hey, Flame Squad, don't you know my men?

Chaff asked the flamethrower, who was drinking water in the shade of a tree made by the great tree of Miznara.

"Is that it? If you ask me, you haven't seen it today. Hey, do you know anybody?

Speak to a bareback colleague whose flamethrower was nearby.

"One, for Master Sola. Two, for the people. Three, luxury..."

"No, no, no, no."

I'm sorry I couldn't help you, Flamethrower bowed his head.

Chaff says thank you and turns his back.

Turning to the back of the mansion looking for his men, there were men there relaxing with a liquor bottle in one hand.

It seems the man who was checking the contents of the liquor bottle found Chaff. Open your mouth as you shake the liquor bottle to the left and right.

"Young lady, what happened to your training?

"Felix, this is the dialogue. What do you mean, skipping training? Now get out in the yard and start training!

The man called Felix pounded his tongue as he glanced at the chaff pointing in the direction of the garden with a strong tone.

Felix empties the liquor bottle at once. I threw the chaff from the bottom to the top with a drunk, reddish face.

"Young lady, they're scared of you. I can't believe it's long enough to hang out all the way to such a seaside town. Still, we remain here because the Earl of Trinen gave the general an immediate order."

Felix threw up wondering if he could hang out with the whole thing.

They are also Chaff's escorts. They are powerful men in the Trynen army. Apparently, the training Chaff was doing without being able to concentrate this past year has been “ deceptive ” for them.

The conscious chaff pulls his lips together into a single letter, making him want to say it back.

"... that's not what I'm talking about. Have them do the training. When I give you back to your father, you're not weakened."

"What?

Felix sounded grumpy and stared at Chaff.

I guess it was an obstacle to my mind to be told that I would be weak.

Felix stands up with an empty liquor bottle in his hand.

"If that's all you have to say, take one from your weakened self."

As I say, I stand with the liquor bottle in sight of my little sword.

Despite the liquor in it, he didn't see any gaps.

Chaff narrows his eyes uncomfortably and looks over at Felix and the others.

"... if you take one from Felix, everyone, you start training?

"If it's taken, I'll follow the young man's instructions. If it was taken, it would be."

Install the promise and Chaff tries to go back and get the wooden sword.

Looking troublesome, Felix called Chaff to rest.

"Let's keep doing this. No. Young man's sake bottle is enough. Young ladies can use their hips swords."

"... fine. I'll do it sheathed."

Chaff pulled out his sword from sheath to sheath, placing it in his right eye.

"Anytime?

Felix rocked a liquor bottle in one hand to provoke.

Strength is higher on him. But I'm more than drunk with alcohol. I really blunt my judgment.

Chaff strengthens his grip on the pattern and takes a step in. I make it look like I'm swinging it down from the top, and I take another step diagonally to deflect the timing--Feint.

It was a good hand, poking a gap in blunt judgment.

But Feint is a move that is not successful when it is enlightened.

Felix was spotting Chaff's rolling feint without bitterness.

Step in to the feint, pack the distance, and at the same time hit Chaff's arm with one hand and play it to the side, which was just before he was swung down.

Felix kicked Chaff's stomach relentlessly, without even seeing his arms deviate from each sword.

Looking down at the chaff falling with a distressed look, Felix rolled the liquor bottle aside.

"Don't you even need a liquor bottle? If you want to do it again, anytime."

Threw away bored, Felix walked away with the other escorts.

"... ugh!

Chaff devoured his teeth and slapped his fist all the way to the ground.