Wortenia Senki (WN)

8 May

"Quickly punch me in!

An unfit rage echoed early in the morning in a quiet residential area.

The Lord of Wrath is an old man with gray hair wrapped around his back.

Is it about half a inch tall? The chest is thick and the abs visible from between the kendo outfits are divided into six parts by brilliant. His arms were thick and muscular, and his right hand held a nearly 2-foot-8-inch blade knife.

It is flesh until it is so stunning that no one would think of it as an old man without the wrinkles and gray hair engraved on his face.

Before the old man, one young man is similarly confronted with a knife in his hand.

"Grandpa, I didn't pull the blade. If I punched in the knife, I'd die! I don't mind my grandfather dying, but I don't want to be a problem for the police."

The young man who slapped his hatred was clearly over 180 cm tall. Maybe it'll reach 190 in a second.

Given its height and muscle armor at the time of the rock, it weighed slightly more than 100 Kg.

If this makes you look like a demon, there won't be anybody near him first. But fortunately, is it good to grow up, and its face, which is imbued with warmth and the goodness of man, wraps around something that reassures the beholder?

"Hmm. Can you kill me?

The old man laughs with his nose.

I guess the most contempt is only words, and I believe in the power of youth. The old man's eyes were full of mercy.

"I don't know? I'm pretty archaic too, and it's probably time to lose my sword and die, isn't it?

"Ho? Does your sword exceed the eagle? Come on, I'll give you my legacy every morning."

The old man laughs with his nose at the words of the young man with his sword in his foresight.

"When Grandpa dies, you don't have a morning parole or shit, do you?

The young man stood similarly close to three feet of knife in front of him, even as he niggered.

"But it's not bad to have a legacy in it!

Two eyes gaze into the void. A state of uncertainty about where you're looking while putting your opponent in your sight.

In swordsmanship battles, defense = receiving a machete is unlikely. Only in the Kendo game can we think of defense. How to scratch the steeple faster and more accurately than your opponent in action is the division of the battle. It is the mindset of a leading special attack that can be considered the ultimate in swordsmanship.

That's why we need to stay focused in order not to be able to understand where we're aiming from our gaze.

"Whoo!

"Huh!

Breathing leaked out of their mouths.

Jarin!

The rubbing sound of iron sounded, and the moment the two figures intersected, a red spark scattered.

The two meters were apart. The position of both replaces in an instant, and the two return the sword to the erection of the main eye again.

"This shitty kid! You really poked your throat out of the middle!?

An old man crams into a young man.

He already flew away to the other side of oblivion, such as what he said he would do if he could kill him.

The old man's eyes were discerning the killing spirit wrapped around the young man's rolling sword.

"I have a master who taught me to kill even my parents when I exchanged the knife... I mean, my grandfather must have shot me in the throat too!

It won't be possible to blame the old man for the backsliding, or the tone of the youth has gotten pretty stingy.

Anyway, all the youth moves were beaten in by the old man more than the young.

It was the old man himself who had tapped into his warlike mindset, saying only when he pulled out the knife, when he cut and killed his opponent.

Yet it is also natural for young people to feel angry at their irrationality because they are angry at young people who faithfully carry out the teachings of old men.

But such a natural point is just bullshit for an old man with blood on his head.

"Of course not! My moves are a special one! When you can cross blades, it's not just when you're ready to kill them!

"That's why. You won't be able to use it! That's dangerous. Where do you use it in Japan? The moves. Mostly, what did you do with those moves to your apprentice when you were auditioning?

Can't you even hear the youth's ultra-natural opinions, blue muscles float around the old man's forehead?

"Ah, shut up! You can keep your mouth shut and arch.

At the same time as the scream, the old man's sword is waved down to the youth.

That is a slaughter that, in case the youth suffers, is powered only to ensure that his head is broken.

"So! Even though it's archaic, what are we supposed to do with the exchange of lives!

Gatsch!

The dull sound of both swords shooting at each other echoed a quiet residential neighborhood, an audition taking place amidst the unusual bamboo groves of the site over 500 tsubos. I don't bother with the housing around me, but I've been two healthy people since the early morning.

Giggy, giggy...

The sound of the sharpening of both shovels echoes in the bamboo groves.

Old people and youth. Victory and defeat have gradually leaned towards young youth.

No matter how you train, you can't beat an old man in a pure power battle. No, I can say it's more surprising that the old man has enough power to antagonize him before.

Slightly pushed into the youth's power, the blade approaches the old man's neck muscle.

Shh!

I guess he decided that the battle in power was unfavourable.

The old man tried to insert his finger into the youth's eyes as he released his left hand from the pattern he was squeezing with both hands. Exactly with this unintentional blow, young people pull their bodies.

"You piece of shit! You're so dirty in archery! Good old man!

I guess it's time for youth patience to be near its limits. The tone against the old man is getting dirty.

"Hung, there's no point in an audition that doesn't envisage a real battle! Dirty or shit!

I guess a real battle for an old man is something somewhat dirty.

There is nothing bad at all about bare hands attacks during the archery of swordsmanship. Young people, in particular, who can avoid their unintended blows, may also not be considered normal.

I guess their archery has long been in this form of action. As the old man jumped back, he delivered a knife and stood on the nearby bamboo.

And it exorcises the whole body and stands in nature.

"Come here with your bare hands! Let me teach you that its stupid power is of no use!

"Fine? I'll deal with you! But you can't beat me with a knife. Can you fight me and win?

A mockery floats in the young man's mouth. But the old man said nothing and signaled to deliver the knife with his jaw.

When the young man lays his sword on the tree as he is told, he turns to the old man.

Keep your left fist near your jaw and lower your right hand to hide the midline. Center your gravity on your left foot, your right foot pointing your toe inward. Structure that allows you to use both kicks and fists, while concealing the steep points of the human body.

Guuuuu.

All of a sudden, the youth's belly rang loudly.

I got up at 5: 00 in the morning and it's already been about an hour since I started auditioning. It's also natural to get hungry and belly ringing. But his grandfather is not sweet enough to interrupt his archery because his grandson is hungry.

(Shit! I'm so hungry... Grandpa, why don't we just end this?

But there is no gap between the prayers of the youth and the manners of the old man. Looks motivated. If the youth relieved the tension, it was visible that it would strike at its moment.

"Don't you dare! Although the breakfast I made will be cold!

At that time, the angel of salvation finally descended on the lucky thin young man.

"Damn it. What have you both been up to in the morning?

At the end of the young man's gaze was a girl in apron with dark hair ponytailed behind her.

Is it about 175 cm short? A girl with attractive black eyes that seem to be strong in her will.

Kiryu Flying Bird. That was her name.

"Like this grandfather? Please don't..."

"Well? What were you doing?

"Kill each other??

Gotsu!

"Ouch..."

Pasi!

"What are you talking about?

When the girl said so, she shook up the nerd in her hand and intimidated her.

Where did you take it from? A blow to the young man's head would be the nerd she is now gripping up.

That was just what I could call a premature electrolithic fire.

Because the young man's physical abilities are supposed to be very good, but he made a blow to his head.

On that evidence, he takes the fist of an old man rolled out the moment he was beaten with his balls and squatted in his palm.

(You're really dirty... you old man... you're still after my gap)

But only a girl's attack is inevitable. Especially since that's still a good idea.

There are similar things in old comics. There's a comic book that says every time the hero gets his hands on another woman, he gets hit with a hammer.

The piece also wrote a strange phenomenon in which the main character, who is usually even avoidable of bullets, says that only heroin hammers are inevitable. Compared to that, we can still say yes. No matter how tough a young man's flesh may be, he will die if he eats a direct hammer in his head...

"Whoo-hoo. It's a flying bird. Couples, comics. Have fun?

The culprit, whose young man was to be beaten with his balls, often talks to the flying bird in his face.

There are no pieces of temper or intimidation that are already wrapped up during the audition. He is a favorite grandfather everywhere.

(That's why I hate you... this grandfather.

To be honest, the young man, while his own grandfather, could not keep up with this gap.

"Grandpa! What are you talking about! I have a boyfriend. Isn't that Ryo Trun, by the way?

A flying bird turns a meaningful gaze at him.

As he sighed loudly, he shrugged in his heart.

(I'm not kidding. I'm sorry too)

I don't have the courage to put his heart out as a word. He understands his cousin's character so much that he doesn't like it.

"That's the flying bird. This is how you prepare your meals every morning. You can't just tame a child, can you?

An old man persistently tangles in a flying bird.

"You're here because you're not free, are you? To increase pennies by 20,000 yen, to be exact!

It's about flying birds, so I didn't expect you to cook breakfast every morning just for good intentions, but apparently you're negotiating with your aunt.

(That's flying bird... she's a solid woman while my cousin and sister...)

"Uh-huh. My blood is not a golden deceased..."

Hear the old man's groaning whine and what is behind the young man's brain is too much.

(No, my aunt was also a wealthy person in the stock trade...)

Exactly what I said was satisfactory.

Kiryu Skybird has a brilliant appearance and a clear head. There's nothing familiar about it and it's common for beauties.

The food is delicious and perfect when it comes to chores from cleaning, laundry to fixing, tough to manage gold, but that doesn't make it a negative element if you think it has a sense of money either.

10,000 people call a woman like her an ideal, but it only sounds like a joke to a youth. Even if there was no blood connection, I honestly couldn't. It seems true to say that if you know too much about your childhood, you won't see them as paedophiles.

"Ahhh!

Suddenly the flying bird shouted as he glanced at the watch fitted in his right hand.

"I have morning practice in the bow club, so I'm going now. That's good, Ryojin! Dishes should be properly washed!

Leaving it at that, I quickly take off my apron and run to my mother's house.

"Fofofofofo... that's not a rush"

An old man did or said that with his face.

"If Grandpa hadn't made fun of me, wouldn't he have had time to eat it?

"Because you don't respect old people."

Apparently there are no two letters of reflection in the old man's dictionary.

I don't see how I can live up to his theory.

(Absolutely! Sometimes I want to strangle you...)

It is indeed a troubled thing.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

The young man sighed loudly.

"What?

He ignored the question and walked out to his mother's house.

When I deal with Grandpa, I'm not a flying bird, but I run out of time.

He has to go to high school too.

The breakfast prepared was naturally completely out of the cold when he was at the table in relation to the execution of such a morning promise...

His name is Ryo Shiba.

As you can see, he is 16 years old, a light-hearted man.

Every morning he suffers more abuse than his grandfather, who borrows the name of an archery.

It's a routine from when he got his mind on it, so he'll be going on for 12-3 years all the time.

Apparently his parents died when he was a child. Apparently, it's because my grandfather doesn't tell him exactly the cause of death.

If you don't even know if it's a sickness or an accident, you don't even have a grave.

I don't know if it's really somewhere, but he's never been to a grave before, so I don't know.

Outreach He may be alive somewhere, but to be honest, he wasn't interested in his parents who aren't here right now.

Stay alive. Stay dead, because if you don't feed him, I don't think it makes sense. So naturally I'm not interested either.

That's why he and his grandfather live in this quiet residential neighborhood.

His face is all the same.

That rating changes depending on the person.

It sounds good when it comes to masculine faces, and it gets worse when it comes to dark faces. Well, do you look Japanese?

The body shape is clearly thick. But it's not fat. Thoroughly built up, narrowed down steel muscles.

He has thick arms and legs like Marutai, which can be said to contrast with the thin macho in fashion right now.

His nickname in high school is "Sleeping Bear," a nickname given to him from his face & bear-like shape where warmth and human goodness pervade.

His complex is an old face. That was his biggest problem. Grab him somehow, 16, and tell him the people around him look 25-30. It would be an assessment of the shock's likely fall asleep too much.

One of the few advantages of his old face is that he can buy pornography in Akihabara and drink alcohol as much as he likes.

Neither does my grandfather pay any attention to him around here. On the contrary, I'd be happy to accompany him to dinner.

Because it's him, there's no way she could have been there.

My grandfather abused me in the house in the name of archery, and it's not like there's anything extraordinary and fun to do in high school.

Well, I talk to my classmates quite a bit, but no one is exceptionally close to me.

A blessed high school student.

That was a man named Ryo Shiba.

Still find her cute at some point and get married! He was dreaming mediocre dreams about things like that, and he would be thrown to hell on his lunch break this day.