We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Physical abilities reinforced by misdigits instantly led me to the northernmost point of Mr. Zildo's capital.

I don't even have a shortness of breath.

Mr. Zildo was sitting behind the house and carving a stone statue.

Mr. Zildo's usual job is as a stone sculptor decorating buildings and gardens.

Until I get here, I'm working towards the stone statue.

I was still carving stones today as usual, but I stopped by surprise at me for coming early in the morning.

"I guess it wasn't school in the morning"

"Yes, it's really school. But I didn't have time to go to school."

Well, he reads my intentions, and Mr. Zildo brings two swords out of the house.

And he gave me his straight sword, and I pulled out a beautiful song knife.

"Something's different about Ernea today. Full of power."

That's Mr. Zildo. I'm aware of my change as soon as possible. [M]

"Yes, there's been a lot in the morning. From today on, I'm not what I was before."

I hold the received straight sword in my right hand and the wooden sword of the spirit tree in my left hand.

"Hang in there, hang in there"

The Spirit is there for me.

A gushing, misdigit dragon qi.

Feel signs of a strongly pulsating spirit tree from your left hand.

I can do it now. [M]

Not sure, though.

I confronted Mr. Zildo with no alarm or gap, and my confidence diminished, though.

But I'm sure I can take it down.

I told myself, I kicked the ground.

"Mm."

To my unprecedented acceleration, Mr. Zildo roars.

Mr. Zildo waves a song knife in the smallest motion and tries to restrain me.

Strange, Mr. Zildo's movements seemed slow in my eyes right now.

I dive with the smooth twig of a song knife and pack my mistakes all at once.

But Mr. Zildo takes a step back without panic and pulls a song knife.

The move alone struck me again with a song knife that I should have dodged.

I wave the wooden knife of the spirit tree on my left.

I gently turned back the blow of Mr. Zildo, who was heavy even in small movements.

"Mmm."

Mr. Zildo is surprised.

If it was me until yesterday, it would have been a development that would have disfigured and quickly lost with this blow.

But not me now.

Fused with Mr. Spirit, I am strengthening my whole body with immeasurable dragon qi.

No matter how heavy Mr. Zildo's attack was, he had the strength to withstand it.

From the flow of playing Mr. Zildo's song knife, I bring it all at once to Dragon Sword Dance.

Swing up the right hand straight sword in a flowing motion.

Evasive, Mr. Zildo.

Even if I am evaded, I move to draw a circle and approach Mr. Zildo.

Now stretch out the poke with your left hand.

Wooden knife of the spirit tree to be bounced.

But now I let the momentum jump in, and I let go of my knee kick over Mr. Zildo's abdomen.

Mr. Zildo either felt an unpleasant sign or jumped back a lot without taking it and took a fit.

"Surprised. Not until yesterday."

Amazing Mr. Zildo.

But I don't hit bad like I do seeding.

I had a lot of momentum, and I packed an appointment with Mr. Zildo.

Since then, it has been a fierce meeting.

Mr. Zildo plays my haughty sword trident.

Mr. Zildo's heavy blow was endured by the wooden knife of my spirit tree.

Mr. Zildo's sword tip rocks. He tries to confuse me with his gaze. But everything seemed calm to me right now.

It won't hang in Mr. Zildo's trap. I don't ride invitations.

In return, I dance dragon swords in a flowing motion.

Mr. Zildo has often defended himself against my constant attacks.

But Mr. Zildo is not Dade either.

In response to any of my attacks, I will follow you.

"Ernea is too honest"

That's what Mr. Zildo said before about how I fought.

In order to beat your opponent, you need to be dirty and deceitful.

Dirty things, if you ask me, are about me now, like I'm fusing with the Spirit and fighting in pairs.

Then what's missing is the acting ability to fool the other person. Or a move.

Me and Mr. Zildo will continue our meeting with Ten or Twenty.

Mr. Zildo's expression had turned into a serious look like nothing I had ever seen before.

Mr. Zildo's system collapses into the continuous trident of my spinning straight sword and the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree.

Now. And I took a step forward and went on a further offensive.

But that was Mr. Zildo's invitation.

Mr. Zildo stepped forward to join me in the momentum.

I'm in a panic, breaking the time I was supposed to.

In an effort to rebuild my system, I retreated slightly and fell ill.

As I was reading it, Mr. Zildo takes yet another step forward and waves a song knife.

I got this fight.

That's what Mr. Zildo's gaze, who bumped into each other, said.

But that's not true.

Once I fell apart and made it look like I had sunk, I put my strength into my legs and jumped back a lot.

And while sending dragon air to the wooden knife of the spirit tree in my left hand, I activated the move the spirit taught me.

Me swinging the wooden knife of the spirit tree on my left, leaping backwards.

Zildo's eyes surprise me, not in time to naturally hit.

It was countless green leaves that suddenly spread across its full gaze.

Hundreds or thousands of green leaves deprive Mr. Zildo of his sight.

Unexpectedly confusing, Mr. Zildo.

Shake a song knife to shake off the leaves in front of you.

The leaves cut by the song knife became grains of light and could be bounced off.

However, several leaves touched Mr. Zildo's arm when he waved the song knife.

And blood blooms from where I touched it.

Mr. Zildo glances at you in amazement.

I jumped into Mr. Zildo's blind spot once and for all with a spatial leap across the myriad leaves that were rampant.

The reaction is delayed only for a moment, Mr. Zildo.

But that was enough for me now.

A wooden knife of a spiritual tree, shaken as much as you want, is struck on Mr. Zildo's back.

"Ugh."

Mr. Zildo rolling in pain.

I sent dragon air to the wooden knife of the Spirit Tree in pursuit. [M]

Then, the thin wax that was tangled in the wax instantly stretched out, tangled up and tied up by Mr. Zildo.

"Whatever."

Forget the pain, surprise me and Mr. Zildo looking at the wooden knife of the spirit tree.

The Spirit taught me how to fight with the Spirit Tree by the time I got here.

The true figure of a spirit tree is a young tree.

Sleighsta's old secret trick has turned him into a wooden knife shape, but he says he's a tree that's inherently spiritual.

So they can do a lot of miracles with dragon qi.

Like a sharp, rambling myriad of leaves or a sledge that stretches and ties up the target.

It still seemed like a lot of moves could be used, but to me now, this was the only move I could use to be aggressive.

"I didn't know you had this kind of moves hidden"

Mr. Zildo looks up to me like he was impressed.

I guess it was too unexpected for Mr. Zildo because it was a move he never even showed a bare gesture to use before.

But, well, this is a move I learned by the time I got here, so you can't help but have never even had the bare gesture to use it before.

I'm sure the second time won't work.

But I'm glad this was the only time.

Just once, I needed to beat Mr. Zildo.

So I cheated.

He fused with Mr. Spirit and used his cowardly hand of fighting in pairs.

I paired my sword with Mr. Zildo for dozens with improved physical ability to make a difference in digits, and fooled him into thinking that it was the best I could spare.

For this.

I used every hand I could to win just once. [M]

I saw Mr. Zildo tangled up and falling. [M]

"Hmm, I have good eyes. Until yesterday, you seem to be lying."

Mr. Jildo cleverly woke up his goose body and sat back in front of me.

Here we go, Elnea.

For some reason, Mr. Zildo laughed in full, declaring himself defeated.

I won.

I could miraculously beat Mr. Zildo, who I thought would never win.

I was so moved, I was weeping through my eyes. [M]

"It was more of a hand than Non could have imagined. Well done. You've improved."

To Mr. Zildo's words of praise, I can't stop crying.

"Did I really beat Mr. Zildo?"

"Oh, even if I won. Behold, these hands and feet are not literal."

I laughed sobbingly at Mr. Zildo, who moaned like a thigh and a worm.

"Come on, Ernea's victory is confirmed. So take this quickie."

I was told that I would rush back to where I was. [M]

When he did so, he left Mr. Zildo and was again cutely tangled at the edge of the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree.

"Hmm, that's a strange wooden knife"

Mr. Zildo stares at the wooden knife frequently. While I do that, I think I care a little about my back.

Oh, shit. I slapped Mr. Zildo on the back as much as I wanted.

My arm is also injured by a leaf.

"Aww, are you all right?"

I panicked and worried about Jild. [M]

"What, it's no big deal to this extent"

Even so, I care, so take out a container containing Old Sleighsta's prized all-purpose snot and apply it to the wound.

Mr. Zildo laughs bitterly at the wounds that disappear while he sees them.

"Lady Sleighsta's runny nose."

"Yeah, you know what?"

Things like knowing old Sleighsta were noticed the first time we met, but I can't believe Mr. Zildo knew about the existence of an all-purpose snot.

"I was also given a lot of use when I was younger. For a time only, Non was in and out of Lady Sleighsta's house."

"You did, didn't you"

I guess Mr. Zildo is someone who says something, too. Even I can tell you're not so good with swords. [M]

Speaking of which, it's like Mr. Spirit was saying something weird...

"Come on, the battle is over. Shall we take a breath before we do the treasure of Non?"

I'll walk you inside the house. I'll follow Mr. Zildo.

Mr. Zildo, walking in front of me, no longer had the kind of hegemony he had when he was laying down his sword, and all he could see was his grandfather living a qualitative life.