Chapter 249

The noise makes Warren look at them and reminds them of the festival in Lusitania. In the case of them, a man who likes silence quietly smiles at a bitter smile as it is an extraordinary vitality.

“Yoh, how are you?”

“We will refrain”

Warren declined to offer advice from the man who is now the Lord. Men also do not want to be so persistent. However, the state of curiosity about the reason which refuses alcohol.

“Not a big deal”

“To revenge or not?”

“I have no right to revenge. It is first to stop my friend. After that I want to know the reason.”

“the reason?”

“Why, if that was convincing, I still have no right to it. My unstoppable, unnoticeable hole in my parent’s hole. But I think that’s why I’ve caused this situation. ”

The man drinks and drinks the liquor he was trying to give away, and he sits down.

“Sometimes, so I’m not a fool too. I darely reason to disguise my name, I guess it’s a matter of course, but I’m concerned about it, but it doesn’t matter. Now that you are in a rocking position now, it’s fine, just — ”

The man smiled with a smile.

“It’s the” strength “of the world, why is it so selfish?

“The big story etc.-”

“Is it good as old-fashioned? Or is it a story that also involves?”

Any more questions and answers only stimulate this guy. That’s why Warren sighed as if he had an idea. I close my eyes as I remember and open my mouth.

“… It’s not a big story, but it’s just a story of a wolf in the well trying to fight the ocean and running away”

It’s a long story of a long time ago. Still, before the beginning-

Yes

Warren Liwius was a quiet boy. I was prepared not to assert myself, to stand out, to fall in love with my birth. The sword smith’s house is a family that has been around for a long time before generations and records. I am amazed as it is even older than my mother country, Rusitania, and the Golden Forest.

However, I devote my life to sword smiths. Connect it. That is the role.

He had that prestige. A grandfather who resigned as being more talented than his father, and in recent years the swordsmith’s talents, which he told the best and best-known master. I was proud to continue researching without interruption and continuing silently and connecting.

But-

“A great festival once a year is finally here too. A sword that breaks the tradition of Lusitania. Which swordsman is responsible for the supreme blow? Brad Ray Felin, one of whom I know, and the other-”

He had another age.

“Warren Liwius! This is an impossible scene. The final of this great festival, the end of the year is a customary practice where the swordsmen of Rays compete, but it is the first thing I know of history, but the elders are I have a cold face, sorry, sorry. ”

It is a story that Rivius has never heard of a sword being exercised and a sword striker. The elder, who respects the tradition, naturally is frowning and sits with a steep expression.

However, there is no way to criticize it if it is a good way to win in the finals and defeat Raye. Lay who lost is stunned and is exposed to cold eyes from the family. However, he was not weak.

Seen in successive generations, it is an average, swordsman with enough technology as a lay.

In other words-

“I will win, Warren”

“……Oh”

He is strong. Compared to blood that has superior ability even in the workmanship and successive generations-

“Oh !?”

Equal. Say hello to a dead shot. They are hollow and sparks, and when the sound reaches the ear they put the swords in their sheaths. We change it by foot and change it and change the standing position, changing the posture and piling up the blade several times.

Essentially, it is a dance of swords that only Rays can make. Beautiful and brilliant, faster than anything else.

“Sh!”

Brad’s sword was a fast, beautiful ray, something that should become the norm of Lusitania. Everyone praises him and no one doubts him believing he is the best in his day. There is a flower.

“Fu!”

Warren’s sword was somewhat insane, lacking in beauty. Although the speed is close to being equal, there is no flower that attracts the viewer. But it is strong. It is powerful. It is a technique that can be forged with sword smiths and exerts it perfectly. Livius’ enthusiasm for the sword also appeared in the exercise of the sword. It is not something that is required of a Lusitania swordsman.

That sword-

“Good !?”

Start pushing Ray.

“Brad!”

Filipino relatives raise rebuke voices. Ray’s succumbing to it, and Livius’s, etc., must not have it, and that voice is included. The role is different. Even if you connect the same sword there is a big difference. It must be divided. Should be separated.

That is, surely, with Lusitania’s consensus-

“……”

Warren also understood that.

“Oh!”

So, he does not say anything. He only insists that he was a swordsmith and there was no physical strength of the swordsman. The result is-everyone wants it.

“Winner, Blood!”

It is not desired. He didn’t have an ego that was contrary to everyone’s expectations.

Besides, nothing changed when I won. I am Liwius. No matter how strong you are, it won’t change. There is no complaint there. There is even a sense of satisfaction.

“I’m lacking in discipline. I have been forced to do it for several hands.”

“If I had strength, I would win”

“Nunsuke”

“Oh, I’m losing hate.”

So that’s fine. There is nothing wrong with this. It’s because I feel that I can see the people walking in the distance from the distance, so Warren looks to the other side of the form of “She”. Blood’s eyes are bright and she wants to share the joy of victory with the fiancee-

“Brenda! I won-”

“Warren!”

Pass by the side of Brad and kick one at Warren’s belly.

“Go!”

Brenda’s face was the face of an oni, apart from the awful Warren.

“I’m not good enough! Why are you getting lost immediately?”

“I was motivated.

“If you have a sword smith you will have enough strength! No excuses!”

“… I use different strengths”

Jygya and Brenda splatters. Listen to Warren. And, I’m annoyed that I’m a little addicted to Blood. It is something that the relationship between the three parties can be seen by this alone.

“If you win me, win it! Win!”

“Blood was stronger. That would be it.”

But she still did not hesitate to say that she was hit to the point where she felt good.

Brenda Philin. It is a descendant of Rei’s ancestry that was abolished by a certain incident. After being taken over by Filin, the flow to marry Brad was incorporated regardless of the person’s intention. She was dissatisfied that she could not intervene.

My relationship with Brad is not bad either. More than anything–

“Let’s try training?”

“I have won?”

“I will put on practice. Michirito”

Her sword was more beautiful than anything. Even in succession to Rei, the most beautiful sword clan, the technique is continued, and the figure is exceptional if the person is beautiful. Not faster than Blood and not stronger than Warren. Even so, she had an equal skill with her side.

And strong leadership. Charisma that pulls everyone. Everyone was attracted to her, coupled with beauty. However, she has no such awareness. That’s a bit of a problem-

“Go ahead, Warren!”

“I refuse”

Special treatment that oozes out a little. There are many things that have something there.

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“Let’s go outside!”

Sudden suggestion. The young swordsmen open their mouths equally.

“I want to try our Lusitania technique!”

Her home went out of the day and her house lost her name. Ray is the guardian of Lusitania, ‘now’ is so defined. If you deviate from that-

“No, Brenda. Lusitania’s warrior should not go out.”

“Don’t you want to try your strength?”

“that is–”

The younger ones had the same feeling. Daily study, only a festival once a year, with a place to show it. In Lusitania, I understand the order of some or all, somehow. But what about the world? In Lusitania, I think in the middle, but in the world-yes.

“I’m going!”

There was no one who was not shaken by Brenda’s words.

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“… not bad. Encouragement”

“Yes!”

He was never given to his father once. Warren, who is proud of the words of a grandfather who is a master, has no choice. There was no mistake in the thought of that day. I am Liwius. It is the one who connects. To connect one day to another through a sword-

“Warren, he brought me that the girl made too much.”

“That girl?”

“Hey, that child, that child. A child who is very aware of it.

Warren bows her neck to the words of her mother who appeared in the studio. I can not think of a corresponding person. Even though he was such a small village, he quietly had few friends.

“Brenda, isn’t it? I can’t cook, I guess”

Having said that, Warren returned to work. Correctly, in order to connect Liwius, let’s go on a daily basis, study daily, and tell someday. Thank you for this world.

Beyond the time of becoming afar-

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But in the end, Brenda is overwhelmed and Warren and others will step out of Lusitania into a world they call the outside world. Here they know. They know what they had in their world, what they had thrown away and what they had in hand.