Wortenia Senki (WN)

Count Salzberg's sword decides on Ryo True's right cheek with the red spark.

At that moment, the intense heat, as if pressed even by baked rice, struck Ryo Trun.

At first, there was no change in appearance.

Eventually, however, the wound opens slightly, and the vivid meat beneath the skin begins to appear.

But it was only a moment before peachy pulp appeared on his face.

As the bright red dots gradually emerge, they eventually become countless threads, dripping quietly toward the bright true chest.

Ryo Jin didn't feel any pain.

If I insist, would the feeling of wet cheeks be enough to be uncomfortable?

That would be the result of the massive production of adrenaline in the brain during a crisis in life.

It was amazing and admirable that it now sprang up in Ryo True's chest.

It was neither anger at the relief of the Earl of Salzberg, who had carried out the ambush, nor anger at himself, who could not prevent that blow.

Indeed, a blow in the middle of a conversation can be an ambush.

It would definitely be a blow that would only be described as cowardly by a general feeling.

But what is the value of such criticism?

Initial steps in the battle include striking unintentionally, deceiving, and inviting an opponent to upset with a blade of words. It's only natural to do that. It's only natural to be hit.

The two of you pointing your swords at each other right now in this room, they're not dancing. They are risking their lives to kill each other.

There are no rules for killing each other.

All I have is results. The living and the dead...

So the answer to what shook Ryo's true heart was really simple.

"Surprised...... I didn't know you would use shrinkage. I didn't mean to be alarmed, but I got a pretty heavy one."

Even though it has weakened somewhat, blood is still running unstoppable from Ryo's true cheek. It can be argued that this wound is quite profound that so much comes out despite the massive secretion of adrenaline with hemostatic effects.

Ryo Jin smiles as she dyes her right cheek bright red.

To such bright true words, the Earl of Salzberg laughed with pleasure.

"Hey, you really are a good warrior. I can only count as many hand-worked and other walrus memories that prevent the current blow with that degree of scratch. Besides, I don't know how to make an excuse for that. I never thought I'd get a compliment, not a reprimand."

"It's cowardly. Because the word" what "is only loser bullshit..."

With that said, Ryo Jin glanced over his shoulder and showed him.

Sports have rules. But there are no rules for killing each other.

No, I don't mean to be more precise, but honestly, it doesn't make sense.

Because unless there is a stand-in in a special environment like a duel, the killings are settled between the basic parties.

And before we start killing each other, we don't set common rules between the two, and we don't leave them on paper as evidence.

There are no more irregularities than a common sense of the rules cannot be held among men who fight.

Not to mention, if you have an audience around you, there are only two people in this room, Ryo Shiba and Count Salzberg.

What would be the point of that, assuming I had left a document setting out how to fight.

Monitoring by something with absolute power is essential if rules are to have effect as rules.

It's like once you make a mistake about it, you can impose terrible penalties.

Because we can't do that, we can't keep fighting all over the world even though we say we don't like war on Earth.

When it comes to the current offense, it would be the mountain of Sekiyama that loses its calm and digs its grave, rather than making any sense where it blamed its opponents for their cowardice.

Because we know that, Liang Zhen does not condemn the Earl of Salzberg or anything else.

But such a bright true attitude touched the harp line of the Earl of Salzberg makes me laugh softly again.

"Good, really good. Chivalry and stubbornness and not knowing the battlefield are words that a chivalry can never say these days."

"Well, a lot of people seem to stick to chivalry,"

"Speaking of which, I hear your lord struggled a lot during the civil unrest ahead..."

Guess who the word refers to, Ryo Jin laughs bitterly.

"Yeah, that's already..."

A monster of coolness and rationality that you can take by any means for your own benefit. To be honest, Ryojin and Count Salzberg can be said to be generals with the same qualities. If it was meant to be, you'd want to draw it to your side as a top priority.

(Though I really don't... I can't work with you now...)

Various human thoughts are intertwined, and the death of the Earl of Salzberg is already considered a must.

As for the mastermind, Ryo Shiba has already passed the stage of being able to overshadow one true thought.

(But... when the Count becomes a monster to use until shrinkage...)

The blow the Earl of Salzberg made earlier is just the right move to call it stunning.

Shrink.

It is originally a warp-like method of travel that is supposedly used by immortals in Taoism, but when using this word in Japanese martial arts, the meaning changes slightly.

This move, which refers to using fast, hallucinating walking methods to pack an intermission, erasing the preliminary motion and launching an attack as it is, is the ultimate way to get to the point where the three elements of the cardiac body have accumulated over the years.

That means that for Ryo Misaki, he's an overwhelming opponent.

"I have no choice. I'm going to let you use your hands."

"Ho, do you still have a trump card for your lord! No, no, he's a really funny guy."

The Earl of Salzberg laughs with pleasure at the bright true words that flaunt his shoulders with one sigh.

"Yes, I do... but I don't really want to use it."

There is force in both hands holding the pattern.

This trump card, which I used only once before, invites Liang Zhen into the realm of martial arts beyond man. Enough to slaughter a monster called a giant beast by itself.

But mighty power will also be a blade that will lose itself if it fails to control it.

"Wake up, cry. And dwell in it, and offer your grudges to my food."

A whisper fell zero from Ryo True's lips.