84 – 28. There is no next time.
The alarm bells of the senses are mostly confusing, false, and bordering on fraud.
This also.
It must mean that I am not yet able to properly control my body.
Tuong!
“?!”
He said as he slashed his sword.
“Don’t play tricks. Because it’s the same.”
Fortes as if it was coming down straight from the grate.
It was scary to fight there for a while, and that one did some tricks.
I tossed it out again in a vetita-grate-portes motion.
“Yes. Contrary to appearances, you have a lot of experience, isn’t it?”
“… ….”
In lieu of an answer, let’s roll our eyes and bend our necks to show off.
The guy’s tawny eyes twisted abruptly.
“That’s an attitude I really like.”
Even though it looked like it would cut dozens of people into pieces.
The words you say are so heartwarming.
“But how long are you going to defend yourself? Or do you think I will give you a chance?”
“… If I have to ask you one thing, you’re the only one who loses if you roll your head or use tricks.”
That thing is trying to agitate me by all means and try to open the gap.
Even if it doesn’t seem like it, if you look at it calmly, you can see everything.
Above all.
“As if you were looking at me. Face it that I am watching and observing you too. Do you get a sense of who will show the bottom first?”
“Ha. Okay. That’s right.”
The guy meekly agreed.
So.
It’s time for all of us to take out the fund.
To be precise, from that side.
After all, I don’t have any other source of money.
“Do not resent me even if I die.”
He talked about it as if he had looked after it.
That seems to be true.
The level of movement and momentum has changed from before.
—!
Before the metal sound could be heard, my body was pushed as if it had been hit by something.
To be precise, in order not to let go of the sword that had been hit, the body came along.
The sword body was greatly bent, but it managed to regain its place thanks to its elasticity.
This is a possible development because even this part of the power was shed.
“… ….”
It happened in an instant.
In the aftermath, the blow was so heavy that the center of gravity collapsed for an instant.
No, is it correct to say that this is a blow?
“Still.”
Are you saying you can get stronger?
I didn’t even use mana to strengthen my physical abilities.
You just get stronger like breathing?
‘It can’t be.’
There will be conditions.
There will be limits.
So that’s not a reason for agitation.
You don’t even have to be calm.
Is there any need to argue over the obvious?
We count and judge, and if we cannot judge, we guess and estimate.
I keep even unknown variables in my head.
That doesn’t mean I shrink or slow down.
Collect the fragments, information, and fragments of clues that he spills and scatters while dealing with them.
Just choose the answer and respond accordingly.
And.
“… ….”
The movement has changed drastically, albeit slightly more than before.
Sculpture.
Just before moving, the preparation and preliminary movements started to look a little more explicit.
This is also a fragment.
Although I knew it, I almost couldn’t respond.
… If a response is possible, the rest is up to adaptation.
The clue was given.
Have I been able to respond to the cavalry charge, so I’ve been able to adapt and fight back and drop everything?
Arrow baptism is humanly adaptable, so have you been adapting?
Besides.
If it was really outrageous, you should have tracked it down and finished it at the time it hit me.
“Are your limbs shaking?”
“Be careful.”
“What?”
“Because I warned you.”
He rushes right in.
I am quick-tempered.
Even though the distance was twice as long as before, it closed in an instant.
Besides, it doesn’t cut, it stabs.
The area to respond to is extremely small and cramped, so allowing it would have fatal consequences.
“… ….”
Dodge.
Of course, it is not a short hair difference.
Because I rolled my body boldly.
This is a blow that should never be allowed.
Even if he blocked it, he would have been pierced as if he had been pierced due to lack of response, as if he had been hit by a running carriage or war horse.
If only the sword pierced or cut anywhere in the body.
That moment is the end.
“… ….”
There is such a thing as physical strength that is more than human.
I keep my mouth shut and try to breathe.
… Even the tight lips give me clues.
Injects power needlessly.
For me, I exclude and cut out even emotions so as not to waste my energy.
The wide gap between them is captured very clearly.
“… ….”
No words needed.
Par again.
Next, Gratte.
This time in the center.
Put it over your head as if you were passing a sword.
“This crazy bastard?”
In a situation where you can hardly respond even if you aim a sword, you pass the sword behind your head?
Do you want to die before you even swing your sword?
That’s exactly what I wanted to say.
But he doesn’t even bother to say anything.
The other side isn’t an idiot either.
Thus, remembering that this is also my handiwork, I sharpen my nerves to see through my intentions.
Nevertheless, the boiling emotions discriminate the doubts and doubts as bravado and ridicule.
I can’t stand it, no, I can’t stand it and kick the ground.
It rushes right in front of you in an instant.
I have it.
Right foot stretched forward.
Neither from the back nor from the front, it pulled out deep to the right.
And at the same time, Patita.
The hands and the hilt of the sword that had been crossed behind the head returned intact to the front of the forehead.
However, the drooping sword body was not aimed at the front, but was laid down as if it were aimed at the left side.
From there, let’s lower the waist and lower the lower part of the body.
The left and right lower half of the body spreads even wider.
The left heel lifts naturally, and even the knee and ankle form a right angle.
Par again.
However, because of my posture, I have no room to straighten my sword or hold it by the side.
All I could do was hold onto the sword as if laying it horizontally.
From there, the Grate-Portes-Partita linkage took place again.
All of these things unfold one after another before you even take a breath.
Of course, the guy’s sword was struck, blocked, and terrifyingly bounced back before striking again, and even that wasn’t enough, so he suddenly lowered it and stabbed it again, trying to cut it off.
I shed, combed, and shook it off with a love ring.
“Damn it!”
At that point, both legs and feet, which had been widely spread to the left and right, gathered together.
However, it does not stop at simply widening, widening and narrowing one’s posture.
Even this is a flag-bearing ceremony and at the same time a joint ring ceremony.
And a linkage that accumulates and circulates power.
With the center of gravity intact, the body absorbs the impact, knocks it out, and even the recoil accumulates in the body.
“――”
Paviam.
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Slash.
Smash down.
Cut down.
Yes.
Anyway, it’s good.
That’s the point.
Paviam.
Funita.
Nekata.
Smash down. Hit it up poking
These are before.
What is the difference between Para, Grate, Portes and Betita?
Not until this point.
It means that the arm joints are spread out.
It can be partially unfolded, or it can be fully unfolded and stretched all the way.
And this is a case of voluntarily opening a gap from the iron wall response through the linkage of the existing 4 movements.
Because the arm joints are stretched, the number of movements and the transition are slower than before.
Since this is a natural process given the body structure, it is an area that must be endured.
Generally, what is so extreme about that?
Again, what kind of gap is that and is it giving a loophole?
Those who don’t know may question it as if it were obvious.
… We take it for granted.
And if you do it yourself, you will know. Feel it over and over again.
… Even in a moment, how big a gap can be.
For example, it is the same as opening and closing a locked gate with all your might.
In wartime, that judgment means a bold counterattack.
When judgment is wrong, it is directly related to admitting defeat.
Therefore.
Sure!
“?!”
The guy pulled his body out as if having a seizure.
That’s why.
To say that he prepared for all that and changed his stance from defensive to offensive.
… Of course, it means to give a corresponding blow, a slash.
The trajectory of the line cut down and plugged in without any obstruction.
It splits clothes.
The feeling of tearing the skin.
It was conveyed nakedly through the metal, through the hands and through the whole body.
“… ….”
It was clear that it was a piece of equipment, but the clothes he was wearing were clearly cracked, starting with the exposed part of the trace, and spurting red blood.
‘… Was it shallow?’
No, it’s not shallow.
That’s enough fatal wounds.
As if shed all the power she received, but in reality she accumulated it all over her body and returned it with a single slash.
This is because, even if the other side blocked it with a sword, it was an attack with the intention of cutting down the upper body with the momentum of splitting the whole sword.
Noticing that a long time ago, he opened his arms and twisted his upper body as much as possible, and the body movements that were close to that feat were just movements that deviated from common sense.
Nevertheless, the fatal wound is the same.
“Damn it… young… go! This person! aaah!!
Cry out in pain.
Even the loudest shouts were made to drive away the fear. No.
On the contrary.
I get angry.
I can’t control my anger.
I can’t concede a single thing.
I allowed it first.
This f*cking humiliation!
How! How! For what price!
Pay! Wash it off!
Does it have to be resolved!
“Huh.”
It is as if a wounded beast is screaming in anger.
Really, I might have to admit that momentum alone.
On the contrary, look at that ferocious stance, which galvanizes the fighting spirit even more, and grinds teeth as if it would attack at any moment.
As such, even though reason seems to be paralyzed.
Even though he burns so much murderous intent and enthusiasm at the same time.
What is that tenacity that desperately searches this side and traces back to find an effective way?
… Rather than a fighting spirit that literally shows a knight, it looks more like berserk warriors running amok.
A vicious and reckless madness.
From the pair of bloodshot eyes that bulged like they were about to explode.
The flames and heat that even consumed him must be washed away with blood.
Such a chauvinistic will was wriggling.
And with that momentum, there was no distinction between enemy and enemy.
“What, what is going on?”
“That, that, Venus, that bastard looks like he’s going crazy?”
“Isn’t that what happened?”
Most of them will have numbness in their hamstrings and a chill in their spine just by living hostility.
In fact, most of those who watched it trembled or sat down in the aftermath.
Some even turned their backs and ran away desperately.
… Does it mean that even if you know it with your head, your body and instincts couldn’t handle it?
But… I’m dying of laughter
“It’s noisy when a frightened bastard barks.”
“What?! What did you say?! You compared me to a dog now?! You b*tch!”
Comes running while shooting disgust.
Definitely.
The threat has become even fiercer since they have ruled out the opposite s*x.
“… ….”
That he is secretly hiding a dagger in it.
I didn’t miss.
While swinging at each other, it cuts it off, but surely that one also has an idea, so it rushes in like a hit and run.
I can’t tell the difference from the side, but the distance is clearly wide.
And that sense of distance does not narrow.
Also, nothing happens.
The other side is superior to me in terms of height and physique.
Therefore, a trick to get the most out of it.
The close battle, which did not go beyond a few points, was extended to dozens of points this time.
Is it a ulterior motive to accumulate damage to the sword’s durability, my hand holding it, my wrist, and my arm by striking it?
Then, if you see a gap, dig in? Cut off?
‘It’s meaningless.’
The opponent will know that too.
Why do you persist?
Are you attacking the sword?
However, thanks to the exquisite shedding and cutting, the sword is rarely damaged.
More than that.
Why is this sword in such poor condition?
It wasn’t long before I had such doubts.
I let it go straight away, and this time I’m approaching.
‘I guess so.’
I pretend to attack, but in the end, the reason I left a scar on him was a counterattack.
So.
Is your side planning to use it against you this time?
The idea and attempt were good, but the fundamental premise was wrong.
I don’t have the will to launch a counterattack in the first place.
Even if you don’t.
… Because you can fire enough threats.
Let’s cling even harder and hold a wedding ceremony. It’s the other hand, and its movements quickly become dizzy.
What do you mean by excluding the opposite s*x?
No matter how good your wild intuition is.
… Did you think you could overcome it?
Theory of strength competition Human beings are not even close to a beast of prey.
Even in this age of civilization, a beast of prey has been hunting humans as soon as the opportunity is seized.
But by grasping the tools, discerning their habits, and learning how to properly confront them.
They started hunting wild beasts.
If only it had been a way to be mercilessly crushed by the fangs and claws of a beast without defense.
Even I must have suffered without exception.
I admit what I have to admit.
… You must have hunted many things that way.
However.
It is the truth of the world that hunters always become prey.
Even in the law of relativity, where the strong become the weak.
Even if the weak know the timing well, they can defeat the strong at any time or even give them trouble.
… Stark reality.
Sureuk!
“Kuu!”
But he manages to avoid it.
But since I cut my leg, my mobility will be slow.
It is more painful to have a leg unprotected than to cut an arm.
No matter how much he endures the pain, his condition is not perfect, so it is impossible to fully demonstrate his skills.
Even the condition gets worse as time passes.
“… ….”
Well, if you’re a sane person like me, you’re not going to be one or the other at that point.
Is that crazy berserker a source of fighting spirit and morale enhancement?
“… ….”
Even now, the will to fight is still the same.
Do you believe in yourself?
Or is it an expression of will to make it happen?
Not even that.
In the experience of many, many victories.
I think I will definitely be able to overcome this time… Optimism and arrogance.
Or arrogance?
Good trees are cut down first.
If you are still alive.
That must be an extraordinary tree.
However, how long can it stay in place?
I can’t live like that, so I don’t know at all.
Why are you able to put forward such unfounded confidence indiscriminately?
“You can win if you don’t give up. You don’t want to say that, do you?”
“Shut up.”
“Distinguish between when the theory of spirit works and when it doesn’t.”
“I told you to shut up.”
“… It’s your will, but it’s not special to be particularly strong.”
Who am I the enemy and who have I set as the adversary?
To deal with that, what kind of mindset am I facing in life?
“… ….”
Admiration and hatred.
Those who win through envy and awe, and follow idols like children.
… A person who has the determination to cut and trample even that.
You.
Could this be my ordeal?
“Ha ha.”
With a sigh, he turned his back proudly.
“Hey. Where?! Hey! Aren’t you standing there?!”
“If you make a mistake, you can attack it. Why are you barking?”
Without turning his head.
I shout out loud with my back open.
The sword that was inserted diagonally. I walk in a straight line towards that damn sword.
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If you think I’m defenseless just because I showed my back, it’s a mistake.
… Unfortunately. The guy knows that too well, so he can’t put his hands on it.
I didn’t even run an eye behind me.
I just.
Like breathing.
Like opening and closing your eyes.
I am just being vigilant and preparing for every moment.
It is not a tree branch that sways only when it rains and winds.
It is a wild grass that is only swayed by storms, not weeds or miscellaneous flowers.
What is harshness?
What is cruelty?
They are aiming at us as if breathing.
So.
There is no time to delay.
When will the rest and the end come?
“… ….”
I stood in front of the stuck sword.
“You must have watched enough, right?”
This.
Even though they don’t have eyes, they see, hear and feel more than blind people with eyes.
There is such a thing as a sense.
Are your senses correct?
… Something to know
Behind his back, his burning gaze was still intact.
If you lose your guard or slow down at any time, they will come after you.
It’s okay.
When was it not like that?
If you get hurt, the responsible person is responsible.
It’s completely his fault.
The world was unreasonable and unfair from the beginning.
It’s a waste of time to resent now.
… But.
Because even this I have endured well and achieved victory.
Maybe that’s why he was elated.
To ridicule.
I laugh.
“Something to know.”
Immediately after slightly lowering the knee.
Immediately, I stretched out my hand toward the sword.
‘This is the last time.’
There is no next.
You too.
Me too.