Tadadadak-!
A terrifying noise ensued between the two men who were former gladiators. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between the two. They were crazy swordsmen, but they never touched each other’s bodies. The two men continued their workshop without showing signs of exhaustion.
‘Unbelievable… .’
Miri didn’t even feel that her mouth was open. Even if you try to fix it, you won’t be able to continue such an elaborate workshop. A feast of techniques unfolding with a wooden sword.
She could keenly feel how Bastia could be called the ‘Spring Gladiator’.
Ta-evil!
The simple actions of stabbing, cutting, lifting, and lowering.
This wasn’t a matter of being ambiguous to see through or that the sword path was complicated. An ignorant force that seems useless to block.
If you clumsily hold out your sword, it will break like a branch-
Even if it brushes against your waist, it will break with all the ligaments.
It was a sword that gave me such a feeling.
However.
Even so.
Equally surprising was Pilbo’s sword.
Ta-da-dang-!
His sword bounced back naturally. Then, he aimed at Bastia’s stomach or groin. The sword he wielded seemed to stretch like a tong at times.
Miri, who observed her opponent in pain, could understand why such optical illusions occurred.
‘I’m putting the axis in the center of the sword.’
The principle is simple.
Even children who hold a pen do this sometimes.
To hold the tip of the pen and stir it up and down with the shaft at the center.
The pen then appears to bend like a long piece of rubber. Pilbo’s swordsmanship is the optical illusion that occurred with the pen and transferred to the sword.
‘That’s what they say, is that easy?’
It is a sword, not a pen. And it is meaningless to question whether it is possible. Because that man named Philbo is actually using it.
Bastia also had to adjust her evaluation of this man named Philbo.
‘It’s tricky.’
At first I thought the man’s techniques were crude. A stab with a subtly different hit point and a slash that curves in.
And the ambiguous footsteps of approaching or moving away.
‘Am I really the man I fought with?’
By the time the total number of encounters exceeded 10, Bastia was feeling troubled by the opponent’s disparate swordsmanship. And the reason was simple.
‘Weapon breaking doesn’t work?’
Contrary to its modest name, breaking its own weapon is not a skill that can be easily destroyed. It was a sufficient reason for him to carry only a wooden sword. He could break an iron sword with just a wooden sword.
‘This guy has been trained with a unique swordsmanship.’
From gripping the sword to the way he wielded it, everything was out of the bounds of common sense swordsmanship.
thump-
When Pilbo’s sword ricocheted in front of the wooden sword he swung to break it once again, Bastia was able to figure out why the opponent was able to capture his sword.
‘… Only to deal with my ‘weapon breaking’?’
Pilbo’s sword extended with a strange movement, tiptoe to the sky.
A sword that seems to fall down the thigh and then swings at the neck.
Taat-!
Bastia hit it hard. Pilbo did not allow such a weapon breaking this time either. The way the two held the wooden sword was different. It was pushed away along with Pilbo’s black wrist that was gently gripped.
You can break bamboo stems, but not willow stems. Pilbo’s sword reminded me of a swaying willow trunk.
‘It’s ambiguous to just push and then press down… .’
It wasn’t that Pilbo’s attack had extraordinary power. However, if all you are aiming for is a vital point, the story is a little different. If Bastia’s sword was a cannon loaded with weight, Pilbo’s sword was a well-aimed arrowhead.
If you’re prepared to get hit and rush in, you’re confident that you’ll break it. It is a game that can be won by giving away one eye or one bone. But Bastia didn’t know if this fight was worth that much.
The next moment, Bastia felt strange.
‘Why am I fighting?’
Parbat-
Bastia, who used to focus on pushing, widened her distance. Likewise, Pilbo, who usually countered Bastia’s attacks, let him back away. Between the two men was a fallen Miri and John kneeling beside her.
It was a meaningless fight as long as it was confirmed that the opponent was an unexpectedly powerful person.
Originally, I was planning on disarming it with a slapping beating. But at least the opponent wasn’t a bad swordsman.
It’s dangerous to do it roughly, but it’s also difficult to expand the work too much. Even if it wasn’t, Frodo threatened the academy president.
In that situation, it would not be wise to smash the head of his escort. In order for such a thing to be justified, at least one basis had to be established.
“You do it, John.”
Bastia threw a wooden sword at Yohan, and Yohan took the sword without hesitation. The wooden sword, which had exchanged countless sums with Pilbo, was warm from the heat. he said to Bastia.
“… You want me to fight?”
“okay. I am your woman.”
“… That’s a great expression.”
John looked at the two swords in his hand and said.
“You mean to use twin swords?”
“no.”
“then?”
“Hide one. You hide your wooden sword well.”
…That’s a gag now.
Johann sighed and looked at Pilbo, looking at Miri, who was still wrapped around his ankle.
I knew it, but I had just seen it with my own eyes. That man was a man who could share a workshop with Bastia.
“Relax. If you die, I will take responsibility and avenge you.”
John felt it.
This teacher is a real Spartan.
Johan put down the sword Bastia had given him and slowly stepped forward. It rotates widely around Pilbo as an axis.
And, as John expected, Pilbo did not move immediately. John read his system log, holding his breath.
[Name: Pilbo]
[Class Rating: Sub Character]
[Strength: 6, Dexterity 5, Sense 4, Health 7, Intelligence 4, Charisma 2]
[Taunt Lv 2]
[Agitates the opponent emotionally, inducing the opponent to act hastily during battle. A provocation with intention adds a modifier to ‘Intelligence’, and has the same effect as ‘Speech’.]
[Combat Thinking Level 2]
[Quickly establish and revise strategies and tactics according to the situation in which the battle took place.]
[Swordsmanship Lv 3]
[When wielding a two-handed sword, the penalty for its weight is reduced by 50%.]
[Armed Lv. 2]
[Find exactly the weapon and armor that suits your body type and fighting style, and use them appropriately during battle.]
[Vertical Strike Level 4]
[He puts strong energy into his greatsword and strikes it down. Although there is a delay after use, the effect of armor is ignored when hit.]
[Flexible Sword Level 4]
[This is a swordsmanship that he devised after losing to Bastia in a swordsmanship competition, with the sole intention of defeating Bastia. In exchange for giving up 50% of the damage done to the opponent, Bastia’s ‘Weapon Break’ is not allowed, and the durability of the weapon does not decrease during the attack.]
[User Guide: This character has a ‘complex’ about Bastia. When attacking him, if you stimulate this complex, he will desperately attack without thinking back.]
John’s mind was complicated.
In the first place, fighting while everyone was watching was never a good situation for John. [Equipment of Justice], which can change its shape in various ways, becomes more advantageous the more you hide its identity. [Goblin Illusion], which can deceive the opponent’s eyes, has already been revealed to Pilbo.
Also, her own secret skill, [The Smell of Death], cannot be activated without stimulating the opponent’s life. And Pilbo has no intention of killing himself.
This meant that John had to deal with him only with [swordsmanship].
‘Should I give up the first attack?’
I want to use [Simulation], but I don’t think Pilbo will give me as much time as I did when dealing with ‘Fang’.
The only thing that was fortunate for Yohan was the discrepancy between Pilbo’s skill and the current situation. The opponent’s ‘swordsmanship’ was a skill that did not give an advantage against wooden swords, and ‘flexible sword’ was also a skill that did not mean much to him.
More fortunate than anything is the current situation itself. John said, recalling what the assassin had said to him the other day.
“The situation is interesting.”
“Which part?”
“Pilbo, you or the teacher… Isn’t it an ambiguous situation to make things big?”
John did not miss the twinkle in Pilbo’s eyes. Even for a Frodo family, it would be a completely different matter to kill one’s own circus member and touch the self-restraint of another aristocratic family. No matter how professional he was, he couldn’t have given his escort such discretion.
The same goes for Bastia. The jackal was injured where he was. Bastia was not directly involved, but it happened while he was standing by, so the responsibility is somewhat ambiguous, but it is a different matter that he beat the escort of the Frodo family one after another.
So it must have been the best word for Bastia.
‘Take it easy. If you die, I will take responsibility and avenge you.’
Bastia’s words had their own consideration. He’s reminding Philbo that it’s no small thing if I die.
John was troubled.
If you are determined to disclose that you have the [Arms of Justice], there are several ways. You can run away, open up the distance, and then snipe them with a bow, or fight pretending to be a wooden sword, then change your weapon into a sword at the right time.
However, in this case, if the story went wrong, it could be openly revealed that he was the one who caused the academy’s ‘damage to Mulcan’s statue’.
While Yohan was thinking about the first attack, a system log popped up.
[Enter the sub-event of the hidden event, ‘Meeting of Destiny’.]
[Event Name: ‘Heir to the Barbarians’]
[‘Miri Inheritor’ has been designated as the successor of the thread wizard ‘Grinchoff’. To save her from danger, endure 5 minutes from Pilbo’s attack.]
John let out a laugh. It was unknown who the sorcerer Grinchoff was, but system logs made Johann’s purpose clear.
Your goal isn’t to defeat Pilbo, it’s to withstand his attacks. Then there is the next event that follows.
“Johann Esperts. You are now a member of the Frodo family… He, is obstructing the disposition of private property.”
To put Yohan’s efforts in thinking about how to advance the attack to shame, Pilbo completed preparations for the offensive first.
“Therefore, this, rightfully so, is a claim to property.”
It was a declaration that showed signs of arbitrarily arranging terms he had picked up from somewhere.
and that moment.
The thread wrapped around Miri’s wrist was wriggling, like a thread snake coiled around it by a snake trainer.
The magic that Grinchoff called ‘The Thread of Promise’.
Miri’s eyes widened at the unexpected change. The threads protruding from the side of the wrist were slowly forming a sentence.
‘If you want to continue my life, and if you are prepared to endure pain-‘
After a while, in fact, he tore down the letters he had made up, and then made a new sentence again.
‘Open your mouth, Miri. I’ll make you a wizard.’
The writing looks like blown writing because each letter is connected by a thread.
Miri kept her mouth shut, enduring the pain in her ankle, and repeated deep breathing.
“Kuhh. Kuhh. Kuhh.”
A suppressed moan leaked out. To her who has been with Grinchoff for a long time, the question of whether she will succeed Yuji is rather insulting. Especially if the person asking the question is Grin Chop.
However, it was the last sentence that made Miri hesitate for a moment.
‘I’ll make you a wizard.’
She didn’t know what it was like to be a wizard. And the correlation between being a wizard and opening your mouth.
However, it was hard to think that she had other options now. The walls of the barracks were high and comrades were slaughtered. And now, in front of his eyes, there was an escort warrior carefully selected by the Frodo family.
It was.
There was no choice.
When Pilbo threw a wooden sword at Yohan, Miri quietly opened her mouth. Then, into her gaping mouth, Grinchoff’s thread stretched.