The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Bardo was in a village he had never even heard of.

Quite a big village.

Thankfully there was a grocery store, so I went in.

Anyway, I need a weapon.

It doesn't have to be a sword, so there's some kind of weapon.

On the border, even in a city as big as this, it's not the first thing to put a sword in a store and sell it.

If you even have a bronze sword, it's rare.

Knight's swords are made of steel.

Steel is expensive and rare.

Order and make it almost without exception.

Otherwise, I give in from my lord and forerunner.

There can't be a metal weapon or anything in the village grocery store.

Even if it is, it is about a knife.

That, too, would only be like turning or breaking a puffy if swallowed by a beast.

It doesn't have to be a blade.

A stick would be fine, so I wanted something that would be the weapon of the moment.

There was a sword hanging on the wall.

No.

Whether you can call it a sword or not is subtle.

The lump of the pattern is very splendid.

It's terribly old, but you might believe it even if it's a product of origin.

But when I do the blade.

It would also be advisable to blade it.

The tip of the sword is not even sharp.

Instead of sharp, the tip is cut straight to the side.

Briefly, it is a block of rectangular flat metal.

It is slightly wider towards the tip than the grip.

The act of poking has been denied since the beginning.

It is a single blade.

The knight's sword is usually a double-edged blade, or blade.

The back and belly of the sword body (blade) are blades (edges).

The tip is then tipped without exception.

I don't complain that it is a single blade, but is this a blade in the first place?

Pushing your finger, there's no sign you're going to cut it.

The whole thing is cloudy in gray and doesn't feel roughly weapon-like.

Number one, what is this fullness?

On both sides of the body, there is a big, nasty stiffness.

I have no idea how this stuff gets attached.

But it's probably iron.

The owner of the shop called Bardo as he was still watching the sword.

"Master Wujia.

It's quite a business. "

I don't know if I can hear you.

In the first place, this is not a sword.

What is it?

And Bardo was there.

"Heh.

The sword, I'll call it.

Well, a sword like a sword, or a sword like a sword. "

Even if they were all like swelling, it would be difficult to use them.

Why did you scrape it off?

Firstly, if you are selling, please visit Blade Research.

And Bardo says,

"Heh.

No.

I tried to sharpen it.

I'm not sharpening. "

And I made no excuse.

Bardo tried to lift his sword.

Heavy.

It can't be steel, but it looks like a pretty solid material.

It's about the same length as the sword I had before.

In other words, it is a small gesture to use for full-scale combat, but it is long enough to carry it for personal protection.

I'll shake it.

I can't think of it in terms of length, but I have a solid response.

A sword is heavy because it is a mass of metal in itself.

Without weight, it won't even be powerful.

It is heavy in itself, so it is not necessary to deliberately weigh the tip.

To wiggle as you wish, just enough to lighten the tip and weigh the hand.

Regardless of the fine sword, a normal sword is usually thin enough to go ahead.

It is also harder to break.

But this sword, it's heavier ahead.

But it's a shorter sword, so I can't shake it.

Instead of not being able to shake it, I shake it a few times and it's quite comfortable to shake.

Originally, I thought it could be a stick.

If you're a chunk of iron, you have nothing to say.

The grip is very well made.

I try to get myself into it with my fist, but it doesn't even feel like it's going to break right away.

Well, if you actually cut the beast, no wonder you broke it at once.

Ask me the price, it's cheaper than I thought.

Maybe the store owner also entertained it.

My nostalgia is warm because I have some of the gold I got from Uncle Linz.

I bought it without cutting the price.

Try to fit your sword in the sheath.

It's a sheath made of the skin of Stabolos' ass.

It fits well.

I have extra tips, but definitely better than not enough.

When I hung myself on my hips, I felt a shimmering weight.

Hmm.

I still miss it when my hips are empty.

Even if you can't do it, it's a hundred times better than not.

Bardo got in a good mood.

The violent nature of the metal mass gave me peace of mind.

When asked if there was a place to stay in the village, he said he would use his good offices when speaking of the village chief's house.

When I asked if the horses were for sale, I didn't think there were any horses for sale in this village.

I've lost a lot of baggage, but I still can't take it and make a long trip.

I have to buy a horse somewhere.

I bought a little salt, asked the village chief's house and left the grocery store.

When I went to the village chief's house and was looking for a place to stay tonight, he told me to go to my house.

I went by the well to draw out the water and get rid of the body dirt.

The meal was a simmering of common vegetables, but it was quite well seasoned and delicious to eat.

The wine from this village tasted very easy to drink and was replaced by several glasses.

The bedding was crude with straw laid on a wooden bed and a cloth hanging from each other, but it was the first bed in a long time, so I felt very much.

I fell asleep without even dreaming.

2.

"Master Wujia!

Master Wujia!

Sorry about the rest of the day.

Please wake up.

Master Wujia!

Master Wujia!

Bardo said to the village chief, who slammed the door in an urgent manner, let him in.

"Ah.

Were you awake?

As a matter of fact, the beast has entered the village.

The men are trying their best to get rid of them, but they seem terribly tough, and many villagers are already hurt.

I'm not in the mood to ask you, but please, please, please don't save me. "

I wonder how stuffed they are to reach such an old man.

Bardo had already done his part, hearing the noise grow steadily earlier.

I just can't forgive the weapon.

Bardo asked the village chief if he had a sword or a spear or any weapon.

It's only about a stick, he said.

Bardo, besides the swordsmen I bought today, has only a short bow.

Short bows, shooting birds and the like, do not serve as opponents of very large beasts.

The merchants and escorts went to the next city, and I guess there's no one else who can fight.

With this sword, we have to do what we can.

When I rushed, there were three river bears (Dwava) rampaging.

He's still a young, little river bear.

He moves around with four legs a little lower than his adult hips.

Even if you get up, you can't reach adult height.

This beast, though not so ferocious, is now badly desolate.

A lot of villagers have restraints with sticks, farm tools, etc.

Some are illuminating with a potato.

Some of them point their luggage at the river bear, trying to hold it in.

But the river bear is very powerful.

Occasionally, one luggage car splattered in response to a blow from the river bear.

Bardo pulled the sword out of his sheath and stood in front of one.

"Oh, it's the Martial Family!

"Kee, did the knight come?

"Oh, thank God."

"Knight.

Please.

Knight. "

Tonight, my sister's moon (Surah) seems to be hiding across the mountain, and my only sister's moon (Surrier) illuminates the village.

Thin clouds cover the sky, the moonlight is weak, and the figure of a person can only be seen blurred.

An old knight without even a decent weapon probably looks like a comforting samurai.

The River Bear (Dwava) jumped in response to Bardo's killing.

Baldo, watching closely the movements of the river bear, attacked his hand and struck a sword from the top on his neck muscle.

However, it added and subtracted power to the carpet.

If I really hit him, the swordsmith will break.

At any rate, the skin of the river bear is stiff.

If this breaks, there's finally no later.

The villagers cheered.

Swordsmiths seemed to withstand about this amount of shock and didn't break for now.

Instead, the damage done to the river bear didn't seem to be a big deal either.

The river bear raised an angry bark.

A scream came from the villagers.

The river bear ran over and grabbed me.

Bardo, with this, slammed a sword on his neck.

A little stronger than just now.

But the river bear doesn't let it flicker.

Strange, Bardo thought.

River bears are surprisingly cowardly beasts.

If I get scratched, I run away.

In the first place, it is strange, when it comes to strangeness, to break out where there are so many human beings.

The river bear ran over and now attacked me with his right forefoot.

Slow moving speed, but fast waving speed.

Besides, it's about the rough night of lights, and it's hard to see.

It is a power that, if hit, can make you incapable of combat with one blow.

I put a blow in the base of my right forefoot this time too.

The villagers cheer.

The angry screams of the river bear rise and the villagers become quiet.

The river bear seems annoyed, but Bardo is also annoyed.

Why should we care about weapons and fight them?

Yes!

I don't mind breaking it.

Next time I'll slash you as much as I want!

The river bear rose on two legs as he came near Bardo, shaking both front legs in a terrible shape.

Faster than those two front legs were swung down, Baldo's weapon, which jumped into his nostalgia, hit the river bear's throat.

The swordsmith did not break.

Not where it didn't break.

He ate deeply into the throat of the river bear and severed half his neck.

Bardo hastily pulled out the sword and left the river bear.

The river bear doesn't move with his hands up.

Slowly, lean forward.

Dozan, fell down.

For a moment, the villagers, quietly.

And I cheered.