400 Genos Martial Arts Club ③ - Sword King

"West! Knights of Saturas, Raelis! East! People by the woods, Sin-Lu!

That's how the martial arts club progressed unconnectively.

I was just going to watch the game for a little while, but when I got here, I couldn't help but notice. I apologize to the Tool-Din and the others who left a message, but if this happened, it wasn't something I could go back to by the woods unless Sin-Luu and Georg-Zaza were about to defeat.

(I wonder in what mood the Lara-Luu and the others are watching. It's a dangerous way to win so far, so you won't have to worry about it.)

But this Raylis was still quite a foe.

Seeing Sin-Luu's methods of warfare in the morning games, he never tried to meet the knives.

Sin-Lu is after Raylis' sword with hunter agility. But Leiris was taking steps in the hardest possible direction of pursuit, letting Sin-Lu's sword cut the sky.

And if there's a gap, I'm resolutely repeating the challenge to poke a sword at myself more. That never endangered Sin-Lu, but instead there was a feeling that he was being restricted in his movements.

Your knife is just a quiet struggle to cut the sky, but the audience is sipping and watching for its defense.

That was all the sense of urgency between the two.

"Luu's hunter is fighting a strange way. If you were aiming at the torso, not the knife, it would seem like you could have punched it in a few times."

It was Lyelpham-Sudra who said so.

Ai-Fa, who had put his arms together and watched the two struggles, also nodded "um".

"But Sin-Lu caused a serious injury to his opponent compared to the force ahead. Besides, that was the father of the other guy we're dealing with right now, so maybe he gets extra blunt sword muscles."

"Well, it's more of an insult to them than anything else."

"Instead of adding palms and hearts, the sword muscles will naturally become dull. That Sin-Lu has a tender sexual roots."

I was surprised, and I looked back on Ai-Fa.

So I said, "What?" and they scoff at me sideways.

"No, I thought it was unusual for Ai-Fa to criticize people like that... well, Sin-Lu and I have been hanging out a lot longer"

Sin-Lu has been doing his best as an escort for a long time. At the end of the day, Sanjula abducted me to mourn my powerlessness, or to train Rau-Ray specially against them - who was, anyway, a fingerfolding, thoughtful, dear opponent to me as well.

(Still, you're so calm that you don't like that Raylis thing. When I was at the dinner party, I was looking at Sin-Lu with amazing eyes)

I'm kind of starting to feel like I can't wait to cheer on Sin-Lu.

Sheila-Lou also watches Sin-Lu struggle with prayerful eyes. Originally, Rayna-Lew was on duty today, but she had that order shifted for her brother.

"Sin-Lu, come on -!

And suddenly my voice rose from under my feet, so I was surprised.

Seeing, Rimi-Lou cheers with his hands on his mouth.

The people sitting in the front seat were turning their eyes round as they finally realized that a large number of forestside people were assembling there.

In the meantime, the twitching and the state of war leaned.

Sin-Lu's movements began to disrupt.

In the morning streak, the stamina may have finally run out. Though there is no unauthorized equipment this time, it is still not the flux of the people by the woods who come to the sword game wrapped around armor and such.

Even I used to wear protective gear in Kendo classes. For the weak modern man, even that kind of equipment becomes a burden. Not only is it heavy, it's hard to move, your vision is bad, and most importantly, it's hot and painful. A piece of armor with an iron plate on the base of the leather must have been a load more than that.

Moreover, the opportunity to sift a sword against a human being in such a flat spot is almost non-existent for a hunter by the woods. Still, it should have been due, for one thing, to their exceptional physical and mental abilities that the Sin-Lu's were able to show off their freshly horrific powers.

"Come on -! Don't give up until the end!

Neither did I. I raised my voice.

I looked back like I was a little bit, but I really can't stop feeling it. I joined Limi-Lu and shook my voice hard.

That's when Leiris' leg paid for Sin-Lu's leg.

Sin-Lu falls from his back to the ground.

Still, Raylis didn't get excited, he freshly poked his sword under Sin-Lu's chest in a small motion.

"Wow!" I close my eyes.

But Sin-Lew twisted himself, and Leiris' sword was piercing the ground.

Straight from the side, Sin-Lu is the sword to get rid of it.

Raelis pulled out the sword with both hands and struck out the slaughter.

That's how Leiris swung the knife once again, flashing the knife as Sin-Luu fell asleep too - a hard tone echoed in the silent arena of the cry.

A few seconds late, the blown knife falls to the ground.

It was Raylis who lost the knife.

Sin-Luu rises as agile as possible and tries to stand between Leiris and the sword.

But Raylis was kneeling on the ground as he was.

Even at this distance, I can see my back wrapped in armor going up and down hard.

After a long struggle with the hunter by the woods, the limits of the stamina were coming to him.

People started cheering me back.

Sin-Lu also had difficulty breathing, raising his cheeks and looking to heaven.

Then Sin-Lu offered his hand over Raylis.

Is there anything you're saying while I give you my hand? At this distance, I can't see that far.

Eventually Leiris stood up, taking Sin-Lu's hand.

That's how I pick up my sword and try to cover it vertically under my chest.

Of the knight of Genos, maybe it was a thank you.

Sin-Lu gives one nod and then returns the time to the east entrance and exit.

Raylis also turned his foot to the other side.

Over the heads of both were cheers and applause at the time of lightning.

"Did you barely win? The next battle could be at stake."

Lyelpham-Sudra was crushing like that while being half-witted by that cheer.

The next game will be George-Zaza and Melfrid.

The game also ran out of sarcasm.

George-Zaza is still a beast, and Melfried finally clearly revealed his power by putting his enemies in front.

Melfried was graceful in a circle to Leiris.

Now, the sword to be sifted is full of power. He has a bigger physique than Raylis. The width and thickness are beaten by George-Zaza, but not the upper back.

And Melfried was as precise as a machine.

Only minimal movement when attacking or defending. The cutting tip of the knife blurred his cheek but never moved, and Melfried continued to sift the knife pale and gracefully.

Sometimes like a breeze, sometimes like a whirlwind, it moves precisely with a cushion. Even though the opponent is a storm, he spreads the momentum and punches his sword in here. It was a calculated dance of those who had excelled in interpersonal swordsmanship.

"You can't have that one. They're flirting with me on their hands."

At that moment when Lyelpham-Sudra snapped, Melfrid's sword hit George-Zaza's right wrist.

Once blunt, the knife falls to the ground, and George-Zaza raises a roar of anger.

That's how George-Zaza hit Melfried with his bare hands.

Melfried shoved his knife up to soften it up from the bottom.

The cutting tip of the knife struck George-Zaza's mandible from directly below, glancing at its giant.

Without taking any passivity, Georg-Zaza fell from his back.

Under its throat, Melfried pokes his knife again.

Melfried's victory was also announced with a sobering cheer.

"Wrist, mandible, throat. You've been slashed three times."

"Uhm. But if you weren't wearing that stuff, the mandibular attack would be gone. Still, at the time of the blow to the wrist, there was a battle in comparison to power."

Lyelpham-Sudra and I-Fa quietly appreciated this struggle.

You've had a concussion with a blow to the mandible, George-Zaza can't stand up. He nodded and pulled his helmet, slamming both fists on the ground, raising the roar of anger.

"Our swords hunt for Gibba, and their swords slay people, and that's the difference."

"Mm-hmm. If it hadn't been for the armor, I could have easily moved and won."

"But wow, I can't believe you beat a hunter by the woods! That's a nobleman with gray eyes, isn't it? Can Sin-Lu win?

And the innocent Rimi-Lou snaps his mouth.

But the Ai-Fas never answered that question.

In the meantime, battles had begun to number third or less in the arena.

According to Zashma, the top eight get rewards according to their ranking.

However, the opponent of the quarterfinals against George-Zaza was absent due to injuries and a total win was to be played in the lower three.

At this point, time has passed by more than a moment. While the unfamiliar swordsmen were numbering, Morn-Rutim and Chim-Sudra told me to wait for the Tul-dins just a little longer.

In the Lower Decisions, the militia captain, who lost to Sin-Luu, shines in the fifth seat, and is third in the Decisions.

It's a match between George-Zaza and Raelis.

Georg-Zaza did not seem to have been able to fully recover from the damage of the concussion yet.

And even Raylis had not been able to recover his worn stamina.

What a leiris it was who fought with less than half strength and took victory there compared to before.

Were you observing and analyzing the match against Melfried? Probably aiming for a blind spot in his helmet, he thrust his knife up from under the diagonal and succeeded in crawling George-Zaza to the ground.

Speaking of which, if you keep fighting with the damage done to your head, this time even that half-power attack will make you go down, etc., I remember my boxing father drooling his lecture.

Whatever it was, it was Leiris who won the third place seat, and George-Zaza was fourth.

That's how we got to the finals.

From a distance, there was no abnormality found in Sin-Luu.

It is clear, however, that the stamina is not adequate. If I did try this, the wearing of armor for the people by the woods could only be a handful.

(Well, it's enough to win this far. The power of the hunters by the woods must ring not only to Genos but also to nearby towns)

With that in mind, it's me who won't stop hoping for Sin-Lu's victory.

This is nothing but a proud struggle for the hunters by the woods. The aim of improving relations with the Earl Saturas family, of informing the world of the power of the hunters by the woods, should already be fully fulfilled.

But still, I was hoping for Sin-Lu's victory.

Like when you're gay Malos, you can't be heartless. It never occurred to me that the more Sin-Lu seemed to suffer, the more he could beat this battle, the more it would be a source of confidence for him - the better.

(If there is no mistake in the eye-fa's view, Mel Fried stands up better than Sanjula. If we could beat that Melfrid - wouldn't it mean Sin-Lu got as much power as he wanted himself?

When I was once freed from the Cycleus mansion when I was exposed to Saint Jura, I was reminded of Sin-Lu, who was weeping like a child.

So I said, "Ah!" Rimi-Lou's voice echoes.

Melfried's knife blurred Sin-Lu's chest.

If I wasn't mistaken, the clash between my chest and my knife seemed to scatter a spark.

Sin-Lu, who has even jumped backwards, is covering his knife with both hands.

Melfried, confronting it, was shaking his sword loosely with his left hand alone.

(... left hand?

Would Melfried have left?

No, if you look away, you can see a small shield attached to your left forearm. Sin-Luu and Georg-Zaza did not try to make use of it at all, but that is the kind of equipment that is specificed for the armor prepared for Castle Genos.

While I was in a lot of confusion, Melfried was slashed by Sin-Lew with a left hand sword.

Sin-Lew jumps big again and takes aim at Melfried's sword.

Even if the opponent's safety nagging is removed, targeting the opponent's sword may be an effective tactic for Sin-Lu, who is losing on the reach.

But Melfried flushed the slaughter and stuffed the time with graceful steps.

The cutting tip of the knife is rolled out.

It was in his right hand that he was holding the sword.

The cutting edge, now blushes Sin-Lu's cheek.

If they were a few centimeters off, they would have settled here.

The call from the guest seats was tremendous.

"Hmm, can that aristocrat handle a knife either left or right? It's a lot clever."

From beyond the summons, Lyelpham-Sudra's crushing voice could barely be heard.

At that moment, suddenly the lid of memory opened.

(Yes, Two-headed Fangs!

Once to trap the Sung family, Melfried was playing the escort of the Chamber of Commerce by hiding his face. At that time, the name was "Hahn the Doug" and it was set to be "Guardian" with the alias "Two-headed Fang".

That's how Melfried was carrying two swords.

It wasn't just when I was playing "Davak's Hahn". He was equally lowering two swords when arming himself as a knight of Genos.

(Melfried can handle a knife with both hands. This fight doesn't seem to allow me to use two knives... but it doesn't make any difference that I can handle a knife with my left hand)

But he didn't show such bare hands when he played against George-Zaza, and in this final, he frequently switches swords. That fact puts me at ease.

(Maybe you mean Melfried beat George-Zaza without using his wife's hand?

As if he was testifying to my ominous hunch, Sin-Lu was just cornered.

How much can you confuse someone by being able to handle a knife from left to right? I couldn't possibly have figured that out, but Sin-Lu was obviously confused. Which hand will Melfried, holding the knife with both hands, sift through it at the next moment, maybe that will be the feint.

I felt like I heard a faint tone.

Melfried's knife struck Sin-Lu in the face.

So the crushed cheeks of the clasp were dangling in the air and falling to the ground.

Sin-Lew is breathing on his shoulder again as he flees out of time.

Those eyes will surely be burning the hunter's flames and even dazzling Melfried.

I was screaming again.

"Come on, Sin-Lu! Sin-Lu would definitely win! Sin-Lu is stronger!

Melfried rolled out his knife like fencing.

But in his hand is a long sword of martial bones. The blade shouldn't have changed its weight if it was dropped, but it hit Sin-Lu gracefully and lightly.

Sin-Lu's movements are dull.

I am at my best to escape the cutting-edge that is repeatedly rolled out, and I cannot turn to a counterattack at all.

Upon losing on the reach, the opponent comes straight out with a knife without shaking. Besides, Melfried sometimes switched hands and didn't forget to confuse Sin-Lu.

After all, it is as precise a movement as a machine.

Now, the more the liver is cold, the more graceful it is.

It also looked as if a poisonous snake was hunting down its prey in cold blood.

"Sin-Lu -!"

So Sin-Lu made a big jump.

Not front or back, on the left hand side.

At a time when Melfried's knife and arm snapped, he jumped across the side.

However, the time is not blocked, so it is not the distance that the Sin-Lu knife reaches.

So Sin-Lu waved his knife down to the Melfried sword in front of him.

I gripped it with both arms, it was a blow all over me.

Even at this distance I could clearly see the sparks bouncing around.

A broken body crept up into the universe.

The knife was broken in the middle.

Except - it was Sin-Lu's knife that was broken.

I don't know if it was at a bad angle or if I was weak in my previous struggles. Anyway, it was Sin-Lu's more knife that broke.

Melfried pulls the knife, and now he strikes it off the sidelines.

Seeing that he no longer feared being hit with a knife, he seemed to have sifted a blow all over him.

It's a slaughter that's going to burn in the air.

But that fullness never touched Sin-Lu's flesh.

Sin-Lu was in a lower position than that sword sifted directly beside him.

He is in such a position that his mandible is likely to touch his bent knee.

In that body restricted by armor, that must have been the low limit.

And Sin-Lu was stepping forward in that position.

He was jerking off the slaughter and jumping into Melfried's nostalgia.

But Melfried, too, has already pulled his body.

With a broken knife, it's a distance you can't reach already.

The moment he looked at it as so, Sin-Lu was putting his hands over his head.

Capture with both hands the left wrist holding Melfried's sword, which was the only place within reach.

Sin-Luu twisted himself, trying to round out of his head and fell into the ground.

Melfried, who had been grabbed by the wrist, was to dance in the universe dressed to jump over its round back.

Something is about unnatural momentum.

Maybe he jumped from himself when he saw that if he stepped on it, he would risk breaking his left arm.

Whatever it was, Melfried's length was to spin a spin and be slapped from his back to the ground.

And under its throat, Sin-Lu poked a broken knife.

The cheer exploded.

Limi-Luu was jumping on I-Fa.

And a strange object appeared in the arena.

A gleaming flicker of jade worm came down upon the ground, sliding through the guards' arms and jumping under Sin-Lu.

Sin-Lew, who was about to stand up, was to flip next to Melfried about that rampage.

The jade bug-colored shimmer was glittering in the afternoon sun, as it was comfortable with such a Sin-Lu.

"Hmm? That's Lara, isn't it?

Such a Limi-Lew crush was also dispelled by the cheers and applause that swept away like a tsunami.

I'm weak, and I get stuck on the wall behind me.

That was how it was decided that the title of "Sword King" in Genos that year would be given to the young hunter Sin-Lu by the woods.