I’m Not a Hero Like You chapter 22

8. I’m standing in the wilderness

It is a prejudice that narrow-minded people are weak.

There is no guarantee that a coward is weak.

The man in front of me is by no means an underdog by worldly standards.

Being able to become a teacher is because, for example, a comprehensive evaluation, including skills and personal connections, was appropriate.

To become a teacher at the prestigious academy of the empire with only one skill, you would have to be one of the best on the continent.

However, there is no way that such a strong person could be scattered around the riverside like stones and pebbles.

After all, as if they were to assist them, they needed manpower to replace them.

In that sense, being a teacher is an easy position to gain social prestige.

It is also easy to establish relationships.

“I hope you have no regrets.”

He said while swinging his training wooden sword several times.

There was quite a bit of tension in those eyes that were watching the reaction from this side, aiming at the middle.

Could it be because of holding the sword and aiming at it?

Breathing slowly begins to subside.

I.

Even in that state, I observed him for a while with my swords lined up.

His gaze was placed at least two heads higher than Kariel himself.

Their physiques cast a shadow over their heads when standing side by side.

The sharp impression was more prominent thanks to the short brown hair.

The reddish-brown eyes look quite strong, so it’s easy to inadvertently get scared if you look straight at them.

That’s why Kariel couldn’t seldom see him.

If you think about it.

I was afraid to look straight in the eyes without knowing why.

Then, as if it was a promise, a fight broke out.

Because an accident happened as if to show off.

… all right

The training wooden sword in his hand was a guy that could be used both with one hand and with both hands.

A sword for one-handed use, and a sword with a long handle that can be perfectly held in both hands.

Each has its pros and cons, so whoever you choose is up to you.

The imperial swordsmanship was also divided into consideration for this point.

If so, how am I?

‘Maybe it doesn’t matter.’

Same training sword.

In terms of shape, there is no significant difference.

To the extent that my wooden sword, which I chose due to the difference in physique, is structurally shorter?

Although the sword is my main focus, now I honestly carry a long spear, a halberd, and a jousting spear.

No matter what, it didn’t matter.

Even so.

It’s full of things that haven’t been verified yet.

I couldn’t even trust myself.

Unless proven and proven.

None of them could be trusted.

“Whoa-”

I gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands.

Straight sword held upright in front of the chest.

blue.

Literally the starting point.

Radix corresponding to the root.

readiness posture.

… Anything is good.

Even in the Berg Empire, where knights are called warriors of God.

Why do those who undertake the oath ceremony commit acts that violate the contents of the oath?

In anticipation of God’s blessings and mercy.

Why is he not willing to show such mercy to others?

for yourself.

All prayers for blessings are wrong.

Surely we have not been taught that since childhood?

Pray only for others.

Dedicate yourself only to others.

Only.

To be able to sacrifice for others.

Practice like that.

“… … .”

In an empire full of knights.

In this hall where chivalry is said to be the most important, in this place where the mindset and skills of a knight are taught.

Why did they persecute and reject themselves who were weak?

“… … .”

Maybe they didn’t consider me weak?

Then it doesn’t make sense to be even more careless, right?

no

That contradiction, on the contrary, is extremely human, so it should be suitable.

Because I already knew everything in my head.

Are you that stupid?

Is it that simple?

“Where did you learn that attitude again?”

Kariel, who had been breathing calmly with her eyes closed.

Slowly, I took my left foot half a step back.

Both hands facing the front, arms held there, and a straight sword.

With just one movement, it naturally twisted to the left.

The postures are limited, but in the end, all postures depend on how you place your feet.

In the end, the upper body, the upper body, depends on the lower body.

So, it resembles that of a rooted tree.

Those who are shaken by the wind and staggered as if they will be broken by the storm.

If the root is intact, the center will never collapse or be disturbed.

Even that that shakes, even that that is disturbed.

It’s a process, it’s an action.

If you tilt your sword forward here, Portes.

Conversely, if you delay it and pass it over your shoulder, it’s grate.

You don’t have to be obsessed with wearing it.

Don’t mistake the means.

Don’t get caught up in the process.

Just by turning the tip of the back foot inward.

The upper body naturally leans back to the right side and naturally turns into a fortes, as if to stab and charge.

Either lower your posture or lengthen your stride.

Even if the attitude is the same, the means and purpose are completely different.

Even with the same stabbing posture, the counterattack and the charge are different.

Falling left and right and sticking out as a check is another thing.

In that state, it could not be stabbed, but it could be struck down or cut.

I don’t have to.

Just a change of posture.

Workshops are naturally connected.

The point is to sow.

Lower body and center.

Control and leverage over it all.

body, not head.

Not relying on a single vision, but with the senses of the whole body evenly distributed.

Before consciousness, reflexively.

“Do you mean that I should take the first ball for the sake of face?”

“Everything, it sounds obvious.”

Literally.

If it’s natural, it sounds natural.

But why?

It’s just that the pulse is a little off.

I narrowed my steps just like the opponent.

Slightly tilted the tip of the sword forward.

At this point, it’s not Para or Portes.

You can do both at any time.

jerk, jerk.

There is no such thing as swinging a sword.

Even though I dug into the opponent’s gap.

Even if I raise my sword, I don’t swing ahead.

This is going to be pretty difficult.

Like.

It would just be a form of charging into the body with a sword.

but it doesn’t run

Bubbly.

Slowly, walking closer.

His expression suddenly contorts.

“What are you doing-”

If you keep talking, your body will cling to you, and whether my wooden sword is on the opponent’s neck, chest, or face.

You can stab anywhere.

But neither stabbing nor swinging.

just walk

“Sheesh!”

However, if that were to happen, it would be like voluntarily stepping into his wooden sword that was standing in the middle.

only then

I also naturally walked and changed my movements.

Betty.

The wooden sword, which had been tilted forward, was still tilted, but the area around the hilt, which was gripped with both hands, soared up into the sky without knowing how high it was.

in that state.

A straight sword resembling a cross, even the guard between the hilt and the blade is long.

Because it is toxic elongated.

The sword of the Empire is a cross sword.

Even such a guard is called a cross guard.

“?!”

As soon as the opponent bites the sword, hit the top with all your might.

Received a wooden sword as a guard.

That’s it.

The distance between my body and his body was more than enough to reach if I stretched out my arms.

It is also true that the centrifugal force that was swung was somewhat slowed down thanks to the narrowed distance.

Thanks to that, the shock received with the guard was comparatively less.

“Not yet!”

One failure does not mean the end.

After recovering the wooden sword that hit the guard, he quickly lowered his stance and aimed to stop it.

there again.

Portes.

However, this time, the sword was not tilted forward.

By simply twisting the foot out.

He naturally tilted his sword toward the one he was swinging.

Eventually, his wooden sword.

It hit my guard, not my side.

Just by lowering the lower body.

Adjusting the height wasn’t too difficult.

Fuck!

Not to mention the impact.

Receiving it with a firm posture, shed it.

The shock from hitting the wrist is absorbed and goes straight to the chest and back along the hand, wrist, arm joint and shoulder.

But that’s it.

Without having to stretch the power all the way to the lower body.

The amount of impact of the sword attack he wielded was just about that, so it was all scattered.

However.

Isn’t it a pity to just let it go?

In order not to damage the body from the repulsive force, by gently brushing the upper body, and at the same time continuing the linked motion.

It is as if the scattered power is revived again by breathing in a dying ember.

On the contrary, it leads the body by using it as a driving force.

At the same time, he narrowed his stride and even raised his sword.

In fact, even the concept of lifting is inappropriate.

grate.

i just

It was just a series of poses.

Because I just connected the action.

“Kuk!”

However, the linkage action was neither clumsy nor slow.

His wooden sword, which struck my wooden sword guard, will still be caught between the guard and the sword body and lead dangerously.

Because of my quick movement, his wrists bent in an unnatural way, as if they were coming with a wooden sword.

“?!”

It’s a belated response, but at that point, our stance change and cooperation has already been done three times.

daughter!

As a result, he lost his sword and, holding onto his right wrist, asked with eyes possessed by a ghost.

“that… where… What, what swordsmanship are you doing? When and where, such a strange thing… Did you learn it?”

“… … .”

That stupid reaction.

Doesn’t it even have the awareness of admitting defeat on its own right now?

“May I know?”

I still haven’t swung or even pretended to slash, let alone hit it properly.

But.

It is this result.

… The reason why Rueld in his youth had no choice but to lose even holding the holy sword.

But after you’ve been through it once, if you go through it a few more times.

The response will be better than now.

However.

… Even that is not a fundamental solution.

Even his father, who was a genius with swords and had natural talents.

The fundamental reason why he was able to win only after borrowing the power of the Holy Sword and Holy Relic, even in his prime.

No matter how skillfully the opponent handles the sword.

Even my father, who was so gifted in swordsmanship that he mastered it once and imitated it.

The reason why it was impossible to destroy, let alone imitate, in terms of technology and skill.

It’s unexpected, but I realized it at first glance after experiencing it.

There was no special reason or extraordinary secret.

“I just learned it in a dream.”

because this

It wasn’t normal at all, it wasn’t like normal swordsmanship.

If only the guard area wasn’t as long as the current training wooden sword.

If only it was shorter or blockier than this.

I must have been aiming for another strategy without taking the appearance of teasing the opponent in this way.

Anyway, the posture and action I would take would have been there.

“Stand up.”

“What?”

Between the bewildered faces, an eerie question wells up.

“If you lose the sword once, doesn’t the sparring end?”

Kariel, who took a few steps back, pointed to the wooden sword that had fallen and said.

“Again, please.”

“… … .”

This.

This.

… The other side of the chest was strangely frightening.

It’s normal to be hot with shame.

For some reason.

To the extent that chicken skin sprouted all over her body, and all her downy hair stood on end.

It was chilly.

As for the spirit, I can’t feel anything, whether it was before or now.

okay. That’s it.

Why did I just notice this now?

“Come on.”

I don’t feel anything.

Like.

As if they were thrown into a wilderness where there was nothing.

There is only a desolate sandstorm.

why.

… Should I be captivated by such a bizarre sentiment just by looking at a human being?

he couldn’t know

Still he was thrown into the empty wilderness.

The wooden sword in my hand was light today.

Everything is swallowed up.

The wilderness is silent, silent and quiet.

The void was crushing his world.

quietly.

Step by step.

… Although he missed the sword several times after that.

no shame whatsoever.

Not even feeling the fear.

It collapsed.

… … .

… … … … .

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