The Old Knight of a Frontier District

6.

Every last one, every last one.

The carriage progresses as it makes a noise.

For some time now, the boy has been silent.

I guess I'm stuck with the difficulty of becoming a knight and the harshness I've had since I became a knight, and I'm stunned.

It is not impossible, such as the desire of the peasant son to become a knight.

But how is that different from the path Bardo himself has come by?

Speaking of which, this boy should be like ten.

It was still ten years old that Bardo learned the sword from the knight of the stream.

7

Bardo's father was a comrade.

He was the blood of some nobleman, and he used to work in a castle.

And my mother told me.

My father himself never said he was a samurai.

But my father had a steel sword.

I've never seen you wave that, but the steel sword should be something you rarely can hold except knights.

He was also highly educated, taught his son to read, write and calculate, and talked about his knowledge of history.

The villagers also relied on their father's knowledge and judgment to consult them when something happened.

The family practically farmed and hunted in the mountains a short distance from the village.

The first time I lived was no different from the villagers, but it was seen by everyone as a house for the townspeople.

One time, a streaming knight came to the house and settled in.

Baldo on Boy's Day wanted to be a knight, but couldn't tell his father about it.

One day, I asked the knight of the stream to teach me the sword.

"I'll let you know when I say your father would be nice."

and the knight of the stream said.

Then it took me a week to convince my father and the sword archery began.

The training was as if it were different from what Bardo thought.

In the morning, in addition to splitting and pumping water, I quickly complete the work of a determined house.

Then, run the wild mountain.

When I get back to work, the training of the sword begins.

But I can't let you hold my sword.

It is only to see the knight of the stream waving his sword.

The knight of the stream took off his underwear other than what he could put on his hips and got naked.

Be naked, and wave your sword.

The knight of the stream, having a steel sword, sifted it with both hands.

"The knight has a reins or a shield, so the knight's sword is basically used with one hand.

A knight must acquire a two-handed sword in his martial arts, but it is a large sword that strikes him from the top of his armor and faints him.

The swordsmanship I teach you is not part of the knight's basic curriculum.

But it is the most highly completed of sword-based moves, the most applied. "

With that said, I let him wave his sword.

At first it just swings straight down from top to bottom.

I was told to look at it from a variety of directions, front, back, left and right.

He was told to identify not only the movement of the sword, but also the hands, feet, and how their muscles and muscles were moving.

They told me to burn my movements in those eyes so that I could think of waving my sword in my head at any time.

Only the monotonous move of swinging from top to bottom, the knight of the stream continued for a week.

The following week, I was shown only a swing down from the top right.

The monotonous training continued.

Swinging down from the top left.

Side-to-side peeling.

Cutting from diagonal bottom.

Poke.

It's just training to watch.

But I never got tired of it.

Instead of getting tired of it, the more interesting I saw it.

As I stared, I felt like I could see where I breathed and where I was putting my strength.

Even in similar motions, when the force is applied differently, it becomes as if it were a different move.

The speed and sharpness of breathing and the intensity of stepping in make the contents of the move different.

When you are distracted by a sword that has been waved, you do not see it.

The moves are not in the sword shaken, but in the way of the shaking man's thoughts, to the shaking man.

There are secrets of moves in subtle weight movements and breathing and muscle movements that come from thought-provoking ways.

The knight of the stream also taught me the bow.

He made a small, tense bow for the children.

The method of training was unscrupulous.

They aim for fish swimming in the river.

There's no way I can hit it.

"When you aim with a weapon at something that moves quickly, there are two ways.

One is to predict the opponent's movements and attack the opponent for where he moves.

Another strikes fast enough not to be an issue, such as the opponent's movement "

and so on and the knight of flow, but the speed of fish in the water is unusual.

It is impossible to overwhelm with speed.

Just because you predict and fire doesn't hit you.

After the arrow enters the surface, it changes its orientation and turns away.

But the knight of the stream shot the fish properly.

I can't complain because I use the same bow and arrow for children to do it.

It's the same bow and arrow, but the flowing knight's, it flew very fast.

When I tried to squeeze it hard, the bow broke or the string was cut off.

The Knight of the Flow, he showed me a sample, but he didn't give me an explanation.

I just had to figure out for myself how I could get that speed out with the same bow and arrow.

Of all the things I've tried, I've learned that string tension is not something that should be strong.

It's important to use the tension method to keep your bows alive.

Very rarely, there was a hit.

When you're not shooting exactly what you're after, a fish makes an unexpected move and hits you.

"This one is going to put an arrow on the fish.

The fish are trying not to hit the arrows.

There's no way we're gonna hit this. "

and the knight of the stream said.

There's no way a fish would try to hit an arrow, I thought.

No, wait.

So, fish, what are you going to do?

Desperate to hit it, I didn't think about the thought or convenience of fish.

I observed the fish.

I've only ever cared about size and speed, but there's a lot going on in the fish.

Fish that like to swim against the stream.

Fish that like to swim in the stream.

narrow and wide range of fish for action.

A favorite fish with clear water and a favorite fish with cloudy water.

I thought the fish were swimming around freely in the water, but they weren't.

In particular, the type of action to be taken in urgent cases is determined to some extent by type.

In the case of rivers with steep water flows, the reaction is even more limited.

If you make such a move where there are rocks nearby or the speed of flow changes, you may be able to predict what happens next.

Speaking of which, the knight of the stream may not mind having a bow for a while.

Sometimes I don't aim for a while when I set it up.

Sometimes I wait a long time to shoot even if I aim.

That, what are you waiting for?

Eventually an arrow hit the fish.

We made the fish react the way we wanted them to, so that they could hit the arrow.

I looked for where and when that was possible.

It was a strange thing to start hitting, and I didn't have to think much about it to start hitting more and more.

Training in sword moves has also progressed, and the knight of the stream has come to show us his continuous moves.

Changes from shake down to shake up.

Changes from slashing to poking.

Combining simple things with each other, there was an amazing change.

"I use my powers and my time to wave my sword once.

Don't waste a single swing.

Use the posture of the body and the position of the tip of the sword when you are finished shaking it for the next movement.

If you can seal the opponent's movements or move him to a more convenient position, it won't be easy. "

The movement shown by the knight of the stream became faster and more advanced.

Usually they showed only bareback, but only cut things five times.

At first it was a tree branch.

Next was a pretty thick tree trunk.

Next was the bird flying over the river.

Next was feathers floating on the water.

I'm still not sure if I saw it at the end, but the knight of the stream said, "Let me slash the sky now" and cut a void with nothing.

Bardo was ten years old and his sword training was about to pass a full year.

One day, the knight of the stream, let me have the sword.

Surprised.

It's a sword that will never let anyone touch you.

That being allowed to have this, and also be allowed to shake, reveals what you are doing with Baldo.

I shook.

I swung it down directly from the top to the bottom, which is the most basic.

I tried to shake it as I burned it to my heart, but the sword was too heavy.

fluttered, but the knight of the stream,

"Hmm.

Your ankles are getting a lot tighter.

The way the flesh and muscles move is generally good.

For this minute, you will be able to wave your sword correctly. "

And he awarded me a rare prize.

The next day, the knight of the stream was gone.

He went on a journey again.

8

Bardo continued his training on his own.

Even so, we can't see the knight of the stream waving his sword anymore.

I shook a wooden chop and tried to recreate that that I had burned in my heart.

Running workouts also continued.

One day something happened that would determine Bardo's life.

On my way home with the fish I shot in the river, I heard a scream.

There was a man running after him by a river bear in the river plain.

River bears run slower than human adults.

It was a long way open, and if I kept running, I might have escaped.

But whether he was tired or in defiance, the man climbed a tree.

Tree climbing is what river bears specialize in.

The place where Baldo is situated is a mountain path higher than the river plain.

Running down takes time, and even if a 10-year-old comes near me in the first place, I can't do anything.

I have the bow and arrow.

But the bow is small, and it's just an arrow that cut the Irazay stem, tipped the tip, cracked the butt, and plugged the bird's feather in.

I wouldn't hit a river bear far away, and even if I did, I'd only feel so much as a feather bump.

He picked up a stone, used a string wrapped around his waist instead of a sling, and threw it at the bear.

The first pitch and the second pitch were removed.

Just as the bear climbed the tree and made his move, he was hit by a third throw.

The bear saw Baldo better.

Change your target and come this way.

Bardo told the man on the tree to run away with his hand gestures.

A bear came under the hill.

Bardo threw more than a dozen fish tied to the soybears.

The bear started eating the food that suddenly came down in front of him.

Bardo hurried away with a string wrapped around his waist.

Running a little and looking back, the man is also fleeing in the opposite direction.

Eventually I kept running to the house.

The next day, a man named Knight of the Tercia family, Lord of Pacra, came to Bardo's house.

The man who helped yesterday was a servant of Lord Packla.

The knight, who had been discussing it with Bardo's father for some time, thanked Bardo and gave him a gold prize before

"Would you like to work in the castle of your lord Elzella Tercia?"

I was there.

The castle of the Tercia family is well paid and well fed with food.

It's a place everyone in the village admires.

Bardo replied, yes.

The knight took me straight to the castle.

I can work at the lodging and get a day off in a month.

The work of ten-year-olds is limited.

Baldo's job was, oh, my God, it was a small name.

There are rarely peasant children, such as being taken to the lowest surname.

On the third day, our Lord Elzella suddenly,

"Do you want to do martial arts auditions?"

I asked.

Bardo replied, yes.

"Tomorrow, take part in the training of your colleagues."

And Elzella said.

Many parts overlap with the lowest surname because the job of a graduate is to take care of the knight around him.

But these two are completely different.

Lower surnames are not touched by weapons, but graduates tend to so-called weapons.

The lowest surname is the apprenticeship of the samurai, and the graduate is the apprenticeship of the knight.

In the Tercia family, humans who had no prospect of becoming knights in the future also graduated, depending on aptitude and hope.

The idea is that we should learn how to use weapons, how to fight them, and work as soldiers.

Soldiers in the Tercia family are therefore of extremely high quality.

The next day, Bardo woke up early in the morning, stranded in seniors, pumped water and cleaned, and then ran.

Run along the mountain path near the castle.

I had a lot of graduates, and they were all older.

The oldest was eighteen.

Bardo ran through without any delay to his eighteen-year-old graduate.

After that, he participated in bareback training using a simulated sword and a wooden shield.

If it is also the first time that a shield has been held, it is also the first time that a sword has been waved with one hand.

And until now, he's been waving a wooden chop.

I saw everyone make a sound and wave a simulated sword, and the samurai trembled.

Seniors showed me a sample at the beginning.

It's swinging, but it's not the way to slash something, I thought.

The knight of the stream taught me that "the knight's sword is basically swinging and striking rather than slashing," but I thought this sword could be swinging the way it slashed.

Strangely enough, when I had a simulated sword, I had a clear picture of how I wanted to wave this sword.

But I couldn't quite shake it the way I thought with my heart.

On the seventh day, I felt the firm sword muscle finally grabbed me.

That night, Bardo said,

"Tomorrow you will be your emissary."

I was told.

In the castle of Tercia, the graduates alternate to take charge of the knights.

So becoming a dedicated graduate of a particular knight is a terribly exceptional treatment.

Besides, it is the exclusive obedience of the winning Elzella.

Jealousy around me has become a big deal.

The jealousy was halved in a few days.

of Elzella's training, to be too harsh.

But that's what Bardo wanted.

When he first greeted him, Elzella asked him who he had taught him the sword.

Bardo replied, taught by the knight of his father's friend.

"You have a good master."

That's what they said, and Bardo was sexually happy.

In the castle of Tercia, young people were fed plenty of meals so that they could grow well.

Originally, Bardo's parents did not just let him suffer from food deprivation, so Bardo was so well nourished and grew up so fast that he did not think he was a child of the common people.

As the workout progressed, Baldo grew larger and stronger.

9

Four years later, Bardo became an obedient knight, and three more years later, he became a knight apprentice.

In the Tercia family, we were very strict about these stairs.

In the center of the continent, he often suddenly becomes a knight apprentice from a graduate, and once he takes the knight's oath, it seems normal to gain experience as an obedient knight under a powerful knight.

Naturally, there will be fewer years of training.

Even on the periphery, there is no good practice.

Without much training, few have apprenticed to the leading knights of other houses to become knight apprentices, and have completed only two or three years of training to take knight's vows.

The Tercian family also has a request to accept the knight apprenticeship from time to time.

The second son who does not inherit the house comes below.

For the touch of having trained knights in the House of Tercia also increases the mouth of the adopted son.

But few have more than two months.

At the age of twenty, that is, ten years after entering the castle of Tercia, Bardo took the knight's oath.

Surprisingly, Elzella herself served as the guide, or lead.

It is a lesson that we cannot deal with loyally with those who have served us first in the ritual of vows.

So in every house, the Lord himself does not precede.

Someone to lead the surrogate.

And the new knight swears allegiance to the Lord.

If that Elzella herself were to take the lead, to whom the hell should Bardo pledge his allegiance?

Led by Elzella, the vow ritual began.

And that's when it came.

"What a knight!

To whom do you dedicate your loyalty? "

In response to that question, I answered that my allegiance was dedicated to the people.

Then a long time passed, and now Baldo is on a journey of old and dead.

But the vows of that time have not yet been lost.

Though I let go of my sword and my shield to keep my vows.

No, it wasn't.

I had you. [M]

Baldo had a sheath of swords hanging from his hips with his left hand.

The sheath made from the leather of the old horse Stabolos is slightly boneless.

But the feel of the leather is powerful on top of this.

The seam by Gerkast warrior Engdall depicts a stubborn and beautiful text.

Inside is a comforting companion, albeit a sword.

It's Stabolos.

Let's fight together.

Until the day I die, please say hello.

So small in his mouth, Bardo slapped a sheath with a sword.

I felt a strange plush gushing from my sheath.

10

The village to the west was already close by, and carriages came from behind.

The riders were the village chiefs and daughters of the west village, accompanied by two tenacious young men.

He went back to the village to the east.

This luggage truck is slow, so I'd like you to go first, but there's no place different.

"It's not far anymore, so if we keep going like this, yeah.

Never mind. Go slow.

We can't all look forward to that vegetable. "

And the village chief told me, so I decided to keep going.

The boy has a red face as he glances at the village chief's daughter.

Even my daughter, she was talking to the boy, so I guess she looks familiar.

When the village was visible, there was a beast that hit the village chief's carriage from behind.

"Wow.

Oh, no way.

Are you a warcraft?

A young man is screaming.

When Bardo came around behind the luggage, the two young men had fallen, and the warcraft of the rock deer (Corazier) was pounding on their horses.

Looks like you just got here, Stavros.

Yuku!

With that in mind, he held down the sheath with his left hand and pulled out the sword with his right hand.

The sword was emitting that strange phosphor.

Ugh!

Thanks!

Bardo is thankful that the ancient Devil's Sword shook his last spiritual power, while waving the neck of the Warcraft.

With any weapon, its neck, which should not be easily damaged, broke in one blow and flew and danced through the universe.

Mindful of the limbs of the convulsing warcraft, Bardo saw how the two young men were falling.

Fortunately, there is nothing else in life, and the wounds are not deep.

Looking back relieved, the glittering boy's eyes were there.

"I knew it.

After all, knights are amazing!

Me, I'll be an absolute knight.

Become a knight who slashes beasts, not knights who slay people.

You have to be a knight to protect everyone!

I did.

Instead of making him give up his path to the knight, he looks like an awesome servant.

Uhm.

My uncle, I'm sorry.

Persuasion is a failure.

Come to think of it, I was unfit for this role.

It's still the weather.

My back will probably hurt at night because I've moved as much as I want.

The recoil of tension or the body is very weak.

This didn't happen when I was young, but I can't do it because I'm old.

But I felt good.