We Live in Dragon’s Peak

As always, I enter from meditation to feel the dragon pulse.

When you meditate in a moss square, you can immediately recognize the great river of the dragon vein. On the contrary, now I could feel the dragon pulse if I was conscious even if I wasn't meditating.

After meditation, practice.

Drain the dragon pulse and take it into your body. This was still difficult and didn't go as far as I thought.

Anything taken from the dragon vein into the body, they call it dragon qi.

When you pour dragon air into your feet, you can jump higher or run faster than usual. If I poured it into my eyes, I could see things farther away more clearly.

This is the same breath technique that is used to improve physical abilities in spells or when a master is careful to turn around the body, right?

I'm using dragon chi to recreate the same thing without a spell like a magician or a master.

And this wasn't the only thing that could be done by dragon qi.

Concentrate the dragon air drawn from the dragon vein and collect it in the palm of your hand. Then, the dragon qi shining in the green could be purified on the palm of his hand.

Convert purified dragon air into the shape of an arrow and throw it to a remote target.

Dragon Qi's arrow showed unexpected destructive power when it hit its goal.

However, this is extraordinarily harder than the rest and still doesn't work.

Outside the moss square, it was still an unsuccessful move.

After training in dragon pulse and dragon qi all the way through, now the archery of dance.

The dance had a mould and it was only recently that I was able to dance the whole way.

That said, the accuracy is extremely low to the extent that it gets all the way through. What?

How to lift your legs and how to wave, turn around, and gaze movement. Finely, Old Sleighsta makes a point.

I desperately fix it, but the truth is that my body doesn't move as much as I think it does.

Desperately archaic, at some point Mr. Mistral was back and watching my dance.

I notice my gaze, and I get embarrassed and blush as soon as I can.

It's weird that a man is a dancer, isn't it? It's disgusting, isn't it?

Until now, only Old Sleighsta had seen me dance, and most importantly, I wasn't ashamed of myself because I was a master. I couldn't wait to be embarrassed when a beautiful woman like Mr. Mistral saw me.

But Mr. Mistral was amazed to see me dance.

"Wong, isn't that dragon sword dance"

To Mr. Mistral's question, old Sleighsta snorts.

"Master Left. Dragon Sword Dance"

I was taught dragon sword dance. [M]

"No way. Do you think he can dance that sword dance?"

"I'm still naive, though. It will soon be superb."

Mr. Mistral's surprised voice and Old Sleighsta's convinced voice.

I wonder what dragon sword dance is.

I was just trying so desperately to learn from old Sleighsta.

"Excuse me, all of a sudden, but I need a little help."

What pulse abbreviation, Mr. Mistral chose an affordable branch from the firewood and confronted me.

"Yeah, what is it all of a sudden"

I don't know why. I'm confused.

If I compete with Mr. Mistral of the Dragon Nation, I won't be the one against him.

Besides, she's like injuring an ancient dragon clan with super powers.

Murray.

It won't be a battle.

But with all my impatience, Mr. Mistral saw the branches on his sword and cut them.

Wow.

Take it with a branch held in your right hand.

It was a heavy blow, but not as destructive as I had imagined.

Could you be relieving me in view of the endurance of the branches and my strength?

Still, I don't know why I suddenly have to play a game with Mr. Mistral, and I'm confused.

Mr. Mistral hasn't hesitated to pursue him.

I panicked and was attacked by Mr. Mistral in an impromptu duplicity.

Mr. Mistral thought he was a one-handed stick user, but how could he be quite good at swordsmanship as well?

Or am I too weak? [M]

Anyway, you don't learn swordsmanship in martial arts time at school, you just meditate.

I will be on the defensive side.

Then suddenly, Mr. Mistral stopped the attack and tipped his neck.

"Why don't you dance?"

Dance? I wonder what you're talking about.

I don't know what that means, and I tip my neck, too.

"Oh no, Mistral, don't say I can't. I'm teaching Ernea Dragon Sword Dance, and I'm not telling her it's a real sword dance."

Old Sleighsta's remarks surprised me and Mr. Mistral, not knowing how many times it was today.

"I see, is that what happened"

But Mr. Mistral was quickly convinced of Old Sleighsta's words, and he was apologizing to me.

"Excuse me. I can't believe it's a game all of a sudden. I didn't know that was the case. Are you hurt?"

To Mistral's apology, I respond in a hurry.

No injuries, but I still don't know why.

I wonder what it means that dragon sword dance is a sword dance for action.

"Hmm, it's a done face-to-face meeting with Mistral, and I'm going to make one addition here."

Old Sleighsta urges me to take a break.

Mr. Mistral brought me a bright red fruit with a lot of fruit juice from the fruit and gave it to me.

"The extremes of swordsmanship lie in dance. Do you know Kensei?"

I nodded cheekfully at the fruit I had received.

Kensei.

It's the same title as brave men and dragon princesses.

But this was not given to a qualified person, it was a title that existed only for one woman.

Sword Saint Farna.

A woman with an extreme sword.

They say it's a people's race.

Master Kensei Farna was praised for his supreme sword and was given an immortal life over the goddess, he said.

In the long history of the continent, the name of Master Kensei Farna appears more than once. One of the most popular performances of Kyoto is the story of Kensei-saint Farna.

A living legend that lives now. Someone who, in a sense, exists on an equal footing with the old Sleighsta, an ancient species of dragon.

It's not just those who aspire to the sword, it's women and titles that everyone, young and old knows.

Of course I do.

"Kensei's sword moves, he said, are dancing. The fat muscle, body judgment is a dance that everyone can see, and the figure of the graceful battle is just the dance princess dancing the dance. Kensei uses a wide variety of dances depending on the relative, place, and one of them uses dragon qi."

They say that the original sword dance to be performed in Kyoto and elsewhere is a reproduction of how Master Kensei Farna fought, right?

Sword moves like the dance of Kensei Farna were, of course, famous.

"If it is a dragon qi sword dance, can it be repaired if it is a dragon people who are used to using dragon veins? That's what I thought. The Dragon Nation was in the past. What I learned over time from teaching Kensei is dragon sword dance. However, those who can reach the extremes of sword moves, dragon qi, do not appear that way, moves that have now been interrupted. It's only been in my memory."

Old Sleighsta unfortunately closes her eyes, but I had goosebumps from the shock.

I was teaching something amazing.

A move that now has no one to use.

If you say so, the secret sword moves of the Dragon Nation.

I can't believe you're telling me something like that to me, a man who just got lost in a moss square.

I'm starting to feel awed and unable to dance from now on.

"Phew, don't worry about it. You can continue to dance. Everything that got lost here and remembered about the dragon sword dance when I saw your lousy dance is a circle."

Is that right? Is it really okay with me? [M]

"I hope you don't get lost and learn. This is not a Dragon Nation opportunity."

That's why I think dragon people should learn, not people.

"The mainstream of the Dragon Nation today is a move of power. Look, even Princess Dragon is a blunt instrument."

When I was told, I saw a one-handed stick lowered to Mistral's hip. [M]

"A one-handed stick needs skill."

Mr. Mistral laughing bitterly.

"I don't care. I neglect sword moves, and now the Dragon Nation doesn't deserve to be taught Dragon Sword Dance."

"It's also painful to say in Princess Dragon's shoes, but I think Ong is right. So make sure you do the Dragon Sword Dance."

Mr. Mistral pushed me on the back too, and I finally felt like I could dance again.

"Hmm, when I get here, I'll try to do it in action a little bit."

Old Sleighsta's decision led me to practice dragon sword dance against Mr. Mistral after this.

And to the suddenly rising difficulty, I scream.

Different hand movements. Different foot judgment.

Sleighsta old reprimand flies.

Different gaze. Different body judgment. Slow movement.

When you find a gap in me, Mr. Mistral strikes a relentless blow.

And while dancing, I felt the dragon pulse and worked out the dragon qi, which was difficult to incorporate into my moves.

Soon after I realized it was lunch and my stomach screamed this time on an empty stomach.

"Let's take a break"

"I don't like it anymore."

"You're still a lousy dancer."

"Ung, that's rude to people who work so hard."

"Yes, yes, I'm blurry because of my grandfather and my body."

With that conversation, I laid to sleep on the earth of moss.

Softness of moss with moisture and humidity is pleasant.

It's already summer, so no matter how much Spirit Tree Branch Tree Umbrella says the sun is hidden, it's a little hot.

I took a breather as I wiped my dripping sweat with my jacket.

Oh, you're hungry.

"I didn't expect this to happen, so I've only picked fruit today. What shall we do?"

Hearing my tummy bug scream makes Mr. Mistral look troubled.

"You can go to the woods and hunt. You will be able to hunt your prey with ease."

Nodding to Old Sleighsta's advice, Mr. Mistral has urged me to come with him.

"It's easy to catch, but you can't grill or bake it here, so let's eat outside."

I see. You can't pollute the sanctuary with blood.

I think he was giving Old Sleighsta a blow and bleeding, but I guess that's the exception.

I will head with Mistral into the woods of ancient trees.

"Ho ho, quick meet and pull."

Mr. Mistral releases himself to the extra word of old Sleighsta.

Frightening, frightening.

I walked alongside Mr. Mistral in the woods of ancient trees, searching for prey.

Many animals surprisingly inhabited the ancient woods.

But Mr. Mistral is blind to large animals such as deer and pigs.

"If it's what you need for lunch, small animals are fine"

I see, that's true, isn't it? As a member of a clan sheltered by dragons guarding the forest, I guess I avoid more killing than is necessary in the forest.

I also walk around to see if there are any small animals.

Seeing Mr. Mistral walking next door again, I feel like he doesn't deserve a minute.

He's a dragon man and a dragon princess. Very beautiful. Even walking in line next door will make you feel better.

"Not really, don't worry about what Ong says. Because I'm just like an older old man and I just like to bake care of something"

You read my feelings, Mr. Mistral said sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I took my gaze off Mistral with a smile on my face.

"Regardless of the matter of the fringe, good luck with the dragon sword dance archery as I will also accompany you"

Mr. Mistral smiles gently and cares for me.

You're a really good man. I'm sure he's very popular among the dragon tribes, not as a dragon princess, but as a single woman.

With that in mind, Mr. Mistral stopped his leg.

There he is.

At the tip of Mr. Mistral's finger, there was a raven.

Then Mr. Mistral suddenly moves to the sight of the rabbit at an unnoticed speed and turns it into an eagle.

Oh, you don't want bows and arrows or traps.

I was just stunned by my physical abilities beyond my expectations.

Mr. Mistral then twitches his hands in a familiar motion and gives it to me through the fire.

The seasoning was only spices, but fresh meat and hunger made me delicious. [M]

Taking a breath after dinner, I remembered the Warcraft.

Speaking of which, this is a dragon forest, and there was a warcraft in the woods that didn't want me.

You're always targeted, dangerous and scary.

Mr. Mistral might be able to defeat the Warcraft.

That's what I told Mistral about the Warcraft.

"I see, is it a warcraft? Wong's inability to move means no damage to the Dragon Forest itself, but you're in trouble."

You'll listen to me seriously, Mr. Mistral. I felt she was beautiful, kind, and honest.

"Well, let's go crusade now"

Eh.

Is it now?

I told you about the Warcraft, but I didn't expect you to go crusading right after.

Surprised to take my hand up, Mr. Mistral starts to move with or without it.

"This kind of thing is better early. There's no guarantee you'll be safe when you're alone again."

That's true. But the woods are huge, and I don't think they're easy people to find.

To my doubt, Mr. Mistral points to the ground.

"We follow the dragon pulse. Warcraft also uses dragon veins. The fact that there are no sightings other than yours usually means that the dragon pulse is armored. For the Dragon Nation, it's easy to follow the dragon pulse and find a goal."

Say it, Mr. Mistral, and walk without hesitation.

I and Mr. Mistral arrived and walked in the woods.

"Apparently, you've noticed that Warcraft also has someone to target you"

On foot for a while, Mr. Mistral suddenly stopped walking and alerted himself to the surroundings.

"He doesn't make noise."

Mr. Mistral snorts at my attention.

"Warcraft uses surgery. I'm sure you're turning it off with your surgery."

Me and Mr. Mistral back to back with each other and be vigilant.

The sounds of animals and birds that had been heard until just now had disappeared at some point.

"Stay close, be careful"

It was just after Mr. Mistral said it.

Suddenly, a warcraft burst out of the ground in front of me.

A warcraft that leaps big and approaches me with one leg.

Suddenly my body is stiff and I can't move.

"Ah."

Just before my front leg attacked me.

The Warcraft was slapped.

Mr. Mistral slapped me down, like he slapped me.

A warcraft that emits explosive, heavily blunt sounds, blows up, and plunges into the ground.

With only one blow, the Warcraft had been stretched.

Oh, yeah.

Look, Mr. Mistral was bare handed. Instead of a one-handed blend, he defeated the Warcraft with a flat-handed blow from his bare hands.

"I'm sorry, you're not dead."

Mr. Mistral walks over to Warcraft and steps on Warcraft's face with his feet.

Uh, it's not what beauty does...

Eventually regaining consciousness, the Warcraft was frightened when he saw Mr. Mistral.

"Well, let me ask you why I attacked you, Ernea"

Mr. Mistral, who keeps his legs off the face of the Warcraft.

Or can we have a conversation with the Warcraft?

With all my suspicion, Mr. Mistral and the Warcraft share a gaze.

The eyes of the Warcraft had a completely frightening colour.

"I see. I get it. But I won't forgive you if you ever attack him again."

Say it. I can leave my leg, Mr. Mistral.

When the beast lost the weight of her legs, she panicked and disappeared from the spot.

I wonder if we figured it out just by looking at each other.

I tilt my neck in a situation I don't know. [M]

"If you are a high-ranking warcraft, some speak people's language. If you're a warcraft today, you can't speak people's language, but if you're a Dragon Nation, you can communicate."

Oh, yeah? Dragons are better than people, after all.

"So I read the will of the Warcraft. It seemed funny to me that you were the first one to run away and suddenly disappear and disappear just one more step after each chase and attack."

Mr. Mistral laughing bitterly.

"It looked like Warcraft wasn't really trying to kill you, so I missed it this time. Was it good?"

Apparently, thanks to Mr. Mistral, I solved it and figured out why he was always attacked, so I thank him honestly.

I thought I met someone really amazing. [M]