Wortenia Senki (WN)

Silence dominated the exercise area.

Only the faint breath around me sounds to Kevin's ears.

About a hundred meters of space. Around it the nobles and senior knights surround themselves.

There is nothing like an ancient Roman arena. All there is is is uneven ground and pebbles.

(Big... If we get along properly, this one's at a disadvantage...)

That thought occurred to Kevin's mind as he turned his gaze to the appearance of the knights waiting for a signal of initiation about fifty meters away.

The battle begins when he calmly identifies my strength.

The most famous sentence in Sun Tzu's book of military law, "If you know him and you know yourself, you will not be in danger of a hundred wars" is never exaggerated or lied to.

It is only a natural preparation for those who go to battle.

That was the first mindset that the collected slave children started training.

As usual, Kevin observes the five knights standing in front of him.

Compared to Kevin in his mid-teens, who is still in his growing years, there is a clear difference when it comes to body thickness, not to mention his height, which is one hundred and seventies long.

Wins and losses were visible from the point of view of simple muscle strength.

Even if it's a weapon you're wearing.

What the knights wear is a helmet that covers their faces softly in heavy steel plate armor. What I had in my hand was a spear about three meters.

In comparison, Kevin and the others' bodies are protected by wooden shields reinforced with metal on leather armor supplied by Ryo Trun.

Regardless, this armor, carefully treated with the leather of the overlapping monster, is by no means significantly inferior to steel armor, but as a result of the emphasis on manoeuvrability, it is very inferior in defense compared to sheet armor covered with metal up to the joint part.

Regardless, it is the kingdom of Zaluda, a mountain nation, so light equipment with an emphasis on mobility is never the wrong choice, but it is clearly disadvantageous from the point of view of power battles from the front.

I felt nervous and my lips dried up.

The heartbeat echoes loudly into Kevin's ears like an early bell, and the area around his lumbar bone becomes muzzled and itchy.

That's the feeling of a bug crawling in the name of fear.

The most familiar emotions that always sneak in before the battle begins.

As he wetted his dry lips with his tongue, Kevin glanced chillingly at his companions holding his favorite iron sword, stretching his face just as hard by his side.

(Are they all the same...? I can't help it. It's only the second time.)

Fear of a real battle that risked your life.

Fears that say they may take their own lives and fears that they may take the lives of their enemies invade Kevin's mind.

It's a fear I even felt during a pirate crusade that had a strong purpose to call vengeance.

But Kevin turns to his power without denying the rising fear.

I understand that fear is never weakness, and that fear is power.

Months after that.

Kevin and the others have survived the battle against the monsters living on the Waltenia Peninsula.

Fear is the closest friend, the weapon to survive.

(Don't think. This one's weaker... if you hesitate poorly, he'll kill you relentlessly)

Formally even if it's a game, what's going to happen is a serious battle risking your life.

Winning or losing is death, loss of consciousness, or when it is determined that you have lost your will to fight.

There is no round or point system. All we have is a choice between defeating or being defeated.

Kevin and the others would have said that if the knights were to be 100 if the power was to be expressed in numerical terms, they would have been precisely 70 to good and 80.

Kevin and the others are undoubtedly weak, if you say so.

But victory and defeat cannot be determined only by the strength and weakness of power.

(Same as always. Just as the instructors taught me...... you can fight. For me and my people to survive)

Life on the harsh Waltenia Peninsula has already transformed Kevin's body into a beast that looks like a person.

All you have to do is manipulate that body at your will.

And fear anointed reason and ethics from Kevin's heart.

"As usual..."

My companions beside me nodded silently at the little whine that leaked out of Kevin's lips.

Fear is elevated to the will to kill and runs through the bodies of Kevin and the others.

The vibrant Prana cultivated by slaughtering both monsters roaming the Waltenia peninsula flows into the Epiphany Chakra Mouradara like a torrent, giving their bodies unparalleled power.

The will is quietly squeezed like a bow...

"Begin!"

The voice of the referee's old nobility broke the silence.

"Leon and Lina start from the right. Annette goes left with me. Melissa! Get the timing right!

A five-man platoon formed after being officially recognized as a soldier.

Months after that. It is a tactic of war that has been repeated many times already and stained with the bodies of the five of them.

At the same time as Kevin's signal, the four flew out simultaneously as if a squeezed arrow had been fired.

Most importantly, the speed is only within a person's abilities.

Four people circling around as if they were arcing left or right loudly.

Melissa is the only one standing directly in front of the knights.

"What? What the hungry do... you idiot, you've abandoned your battle to disperse."

One of the knights murmured his nose like he made a fool of himself.

I was surprised that it popped up shortly after the start, but I'm not the enemy of how many children can't use magic.

Besides, what they wear is leather armor.

Victory and defeat were visible from the beginning.

At least, that's the common perception the knights have.

The few winning opportunities left for them should only have been enough to solidify a chunk for each of the five, to make a thorough gap in defense.

"Hey, the captain tells me not to bother... I don't really care, but I'm going to kill Sassa."

When they snort silently at the words of the platoon leader, the knights find strength in the hand holding the spear in their hands.

Orders don't make me hate killing people.

Still, I never thought killing people would be fun.

(at least without suffering......)

It's boring hypocrisy from other people's point of view, but that's what they really are.

The knights set their spears as they stared at the children rushing towards them.

I didn't expose them to the use of martial arts or anything.

But the price is high...

"Do it, Melissa!

"Raging wind, breath of the Spirit, now is the time to respond to my prayers and cover the earth."

As soon as Kevin's screams echo the arena, their running speed explodes faster and the twenty metres or so of time left between the two is packed in an instant.

This was followed by a chant from Melissa's mouth as she waited in the rear.

"Behold! Grammar!

"Bad, defensive!

Seeing Melissa's behavior, the knights rush to pour the angry Plana into the chakra, but in no time.

They put the pattern of the spears in their hands together like shields.

Normally, they would activate the defensive technique granted to the shield, but they weren't ready for it.

Still, physical enhancement by martial arts should have been defensible enough.

Normally...

Having finished the chant, Melissa squeezes her body like a bow.

"Wave Wind, a wind shock wave formation"

At the next moment, Melissa's hand swung heavenly high through the ground as if it were an underslow.

A technique that belongs subordinately among elementary grammar.

You can never say you're good at killing. It's just a sweep of wind.

Because it eliminates the process of compressing the wind and releases it, on the other hand, it is less difficult to acquire and easier to handle, and is not powerful enough to be used in battle.

Physically, the wind is precisely enough to make you feel like wearing clothes a little thick "you have a strong wind today".

The knights also find out what Melissa's unleashed technique is and smile in disdain.

But they didn't know.

To say that Melissa's aim is something else.

Pushing towards the knights as the wind crawls through the ground rinse. while winding the earth's soil into the atmosphere.

Take a curtain made of dirt and sand...

"Shit! My eyes!

The sight of the knights is taken away by massive amounts of dirt and smoke winded up in the wind.

There is no way to counter them, who originally wore shaped helmets that even covered faces called full faces with poor vision.

And the swords of Kevin and the others strike at them, who take away their sight and are upset.

Abandoning their earlier fiction, they exposed physical enhancement through martial arts

"Stupid! Both these hungry ghosts, do your magic!

"What the hell are these guys!

A spear rolled out with a voice of surprise.

But there are no shards of sharpness, such as the sharpness seen during normal practice, in a knight's spear poked at his will.

It's the same thing that stands still if you try Kevin, who has been through battles with the monsters, such as unintentional attacks.

Kevin waved his sword at the knight's finger holding the spear as he shifted away from the tip of the protruding spear.

No matter how defensive the iron armor is, the moving parts of the joints are relatively thin due to the structure of the human body. If you cover your fingers with thick iron plates, you won't even be able to grip things.

"Gah! Shit! My finger, my finger!

Kevin's sword, which strikes along the pattern of the spear, cuts off the knight's finger.

I don't usually scream like this, but I can't help it now that I'm not ready for anything.

"What's going on? Aren't these guys just hungry ghosts!?

One of the knights groans blindly as he gasps in agony and sees his squatted companion down on the spot. That's fighting but looking too defenseless.

And the enemies in front of the knights were not foolish enough to miss that gap.

Kevin puts a blow all over the knight's leg as he stands. It's the joint part of the knee you're after.

The feeling of snapping a dead tree echoes in Kevin's hand.

But that's not the end of it.

Annette's sword struck the defenseless head of a knight squatting on the spot as he pushed and killed his pain, chased from behind.

A flash of lateral beatings added from the top of the helmet.

If Liang Zhen hadn't ordered me to do as little as possible without killing him beforehand, this Annette blow would have definitely cut the knight's head off.

Still, Annette's blow, reinforced by martial arts, is powerful enough to interrupt the knight's consciousness.

In fact, the knight who took Annette's blow collapsed like a threaded puppet on the spot.

"Well, that's what you're saying. I see how confident she was..."

An exclamation sigh leaks from Elena's mouth watching the game with Julianus I and Grahardt.

Seeing the offensive carried out in front of him, the quality of the soldiers that Ryo Michizawa truly raised was obvious.

"No way... a kid like that does magic? Impossible, a civilian child, like that."

"Grahardt, admit the facts as facts. You'll be questioned about your vessel as Commander of the Kingsguard Knights."

Elena's sharp pointers stain Grahardt's face red with shame, which had a blurred look on her face.

A man who can't admit the facts in front of him doesn't qualify as a commander.

"And excuse me. I'm sorry for what you've done to me."

Grahardt lowered his head in a panic.

"I see, assuming all the soldiers that he led are on par with the soldiers in front of him... that's a lot of fighting power"

Julianus I groans small as he strokes his white jaw.

"Your Majesty... no way, all three hundred?

Grahardt shakes his head when he can't believe it.

And the perception is right.

The earth Earth "Earth" There is only a limited amount of power that can be maintained from the realm of possession of Liang Zhen according to the common sense of the world.

I thought Grahardt himself, Count Schwarzheim, was right.

Rumors of the Waltenia Peninsula are ringing as far as neighbouring countries.

There is no way that such an undeveloped land could be used as a territory or revenue.

And without tax revenues, the army cannot sustain itself.

"But there are also grounds for assuming that only those people are a very limited handful. Aside from the way we let the civilians get to know the magic, if we were able to get to meet the five of them, we wouldn't be getting to meet the others. If you think naturally, shouldn't you see all three hundred soldiers led by your Lord Shiba as using magic? Whatever it is, it could be to make us think so."

Julianus I's eyes, smiling delightfully with that said, wrapped around the eagle-like sharpness with atmospheres such as previous favorites finding their prey to disappear.