The Old Knight of a Frontier District

5

Game five is fought by the winner of Game One and the winner of Game Two.

Namely, Chantillion Greybuster and North Expedition General Gassara Eudiel.

The caller.

"Lord Gassara Eudiel, Imperial Goriola!

Parzam Kingdom, Lord Chantillion Greybuster!

I'm not out!

And it was called out loud.

They entered and each chose a weapon.

General Gassara signaled toward his own army as he headed to a fixed position.

Then two follower-knight-like men came running with a big shield.

The referee says something to General Gassara, who is laughing back.

General Gassara asked the two obedient knights to support his shield.

Bend your arms.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Become the shape of a ghost, exhale, and make your whole body feel struggling.

With a sword in his right hand, he hit his left handed clench on his shield.

The shield and the obedient knights blew away with a sobering roar.

The servant knights rose up immediately and raised their shields high.

General Gassara raised his voice, pointing to that shield.

"Chantillion!

I also use handless martial arts.

Be careful!

Whoa, ha, ha, ha. "

Handless martial arts refers to martial arts that fight with bare hands without the use of weapons.

In the center of the shield there is a large dent that is clearly visible even from the position of the bald.

Causing that shield to snap is not an unusual blow.

Besides, the sound when you hit him is obviously not the sound of a bare hand.

In the glove area, there is a piece of gold planted.

Gloves are part of the armor, and you don't mind wearing metal armor, so there's nothing cowardly about that gear.

It also seems fair when it comes to fairness to deliberately expose your hands in this way.

But maybe he's going to stir up his opponent by exposing his hands.

Looking at the lack of words from the presiding judge, the use of unarmed martial arts does not seem to be an irregularity.

6.

The bell rang.

Facing each other at close range, the difference in physique is so striking.

The North Expedition General is magnificent and enormous.

It's like a big red bear.

He wears thick leather armor embedded with metal plates.

A fine sword in your right hand looks like a dining knife.

Shake that fine sword.

It's late, Bardo thought.

Martial arts perceived from the whole body.

It is a thick muscle that greatly betrays the sharpness of the sword expected from it.

Not only speed, but one sharpness is missing right now.

Still swinging in a giant way at the edge of the wound, so the radius of attack is huge.

There will be a lot of power too.

Chantillion shrugs it without bitterness.

Then fists flew from the opposite direction.

It's the power to snap thick sheet metal shields, so if you hit it, it's even life-threatening.

Vividly Chantillion shrugs.

Then the sword comes again.

This repeat.

I can't predict the angle at which the sword will fly because my body is so huge.

Sometimes that's the kind of orbit you take flying from behind.

And the prick is a fist.

Faster than a sword.

If the sword distracts me, I'll be struck by my fist.

Two types of attacks with different speeds strike at once.

Chantillion continues to jeopardize this rather troublesome combination.

The attack has not yet been launched.

Chantillion's attention is directed at the sword and left fist and upper body of the General of the North Expedition.

I'm guessing he's tearing up his sword and fist and looking for a sukiyaki in or near his head.

I mean, Chantillion is distracted up there.

There is the aim of the Northern Expedition General, Bardo was aware.

Different way to stick out the toes of those boots.

Maybe an iron ring is planted.

Probably got him ahead of me.

Chantillion is in danger if you don't notice it and strike.

and Chantillion sank his hips slightly.

I intend to launch an attack.

General North didn't miss that moment when Chantillion jumped.

He kicked out his right leg while causing a blast.

Bardo thought this would be irreplaceable.

But the athletic ability of the young and agile Chantillion exceeded the predictions of the old knight.

Twisting his body in the air, Chantillion sent a kick.

On the belly of Chantillion, which lies sideways and spins in the air, the sword of the General of the Northern Expedition looms.

Chantillion bounced it off with a sword.

Furthermore, the left fist of the General of the North Expedition raises his temples and strikes.

Chantillion used his rotating power to wipe this with his right knee, including the General's left elbow.

And when he added a twist and landed, he jumped right into the North Expedition General on a low note.

Its head, the right front kick of the Northern Expedition General, was rolled out.

Chantillion's head crushed, I thought, was an illusion of his eyes, and when he kicked with a slight movement, Chantillion struck his sword not beyond the General of the Northern Expedition.

It's more of a crushing fat muscle than a slaughter.

The leap was an invitation.

He saw that there was a trick on General Kitanabe's leg, and he invited his leg and crushed it.

Chief of the Knights of Zyfeld, standing near the VIP table, watches Chantillion struggle with a harsh knot.

General Kitanabe, however, did not lose his temper.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh!

In the mood of tearing, he waved the sword of his right hand to slash it up from the diagonal bottom.

That blow in the wind seemed to accompany Baldo with a sense of sadness.

So far, it's already obvious.

General Kitanabe is hurting his right hand.

Not only my right hand, but my whole body was in pain and probably not in such a condition that I could compete in a competition.

That's why it's this way of fighting.

It shouldn't be this kind of sword muscle if you're in your original physical condition.

He said he had rushed from the north, but I guess a battle broke out just before the competition martial arts club to become full of creation.

Chantillion spared the blow of the abandonment of the General of the North Expedition.

The General of the North Expedition, whose right foot was not stomped, was sent a blow of abandonment, breaking his centre of gravity before.

The arm is stretched out.

The moment he stretched out, Chantillion struck out the base part of his right shoulder arm with a sword.

If you take a hard blow there in an extended state, your right arm will suffer fatal pain.

I felt like I heard the sound of bone crushing.

It's a sharp sword.

Too sharp.

Fighting must be won.

But don't win too much.

If you win too much, kill too much, take too much, you leave a big grudge behind.

That ends up coming back here.

The better to beat and make them obey.

Just enough to give your opponent half of the win.

Has Chantillion noticed that the opponent is handy?

You must have noticed.

After realizing it, he launched a ruthless attack.

Does it not think that those who are also unable to manage their physical condition should compete?

Do you think I don't mind defeating you relentlessly more than I have appeared?

That's true.

The sword of Chantillion today is the truth itself.

What about the opposing General Northbound?

I finally figured out why I had my shield snagged with handless martial arts before the game.

After looking at Chantillion's struggle, General North Conscription realized he couldn't beat this opponent.

Too incompatible with swordsmen with overwhelming high-speed manoeuvres now that they are painfully moved.

So I dared to show it.

That I still have fangs left.

That he is a man worthy of being defeated with all his might by this gifted young knight.

I stretched my chest to make sure I had my best shot.

The General of the Northern Expedition broke down with his knees poked.

There won't be any more power left to fight the second one.

Between those brows, Chantillion's sword was poked.

"There's a battle!

Lord Chantillion Greybuster. "

The presiding judge also seems to have decided that it is not necessary to carry out a second one.

Chantillion won.

The knights on Parzam's side are boiling greatly.

But is Chantillion aware?

To the knights on Goliola's side looking at themselves with hateful eyes.

7

Game 6 is played by the winner of Game 3 and the winner of Game 4.

Namely, Magistra Guerri and Doriatesa Farren.

From what I've heard beforehand, Magistra is intentionally going to lose.

The contestants of the Goriola Empire will realize that, so they will feel cold.

And I thought.

Something is boiling badly.

What happened?

The game started and Bardo noticed.

Magistra is willing to win.

I'm seriously going to lay low on Doria Tessa.

I asked Doria Tessa later and found out what was going on.

The Magistra won the martial arts tournament in the Imperial Capital about a year ago, and said publicly that the victory would be dedicated to Princess Doriatessa of the Farren family on the spot.

The next day, loaded with gifts in the carriage, Magistra visited the Farren family.

Doria Tessa is absent in the royal palace, but she is aware of it and has come to give her family a gift.

It is also an act that is tantamount to an engagement application.

Doriatessa's brother, Arfraburn, welcomed him in a good mood.

I held Magistra's shoulder and smiled that a good samurai like you was as reliable as my future brother-in-law, bringing him into my own practice.

And he searched until he was half dead, and threw out all his gifts.

Today Doriatesa told Magistra that if she beats me, she'll be my wife or mistress, in front of other contestants and graduates watching.

The qualities the knight gave the knight are heavy.

In other words, it may be assumed that this promise will always be fulfilled.

It could be against the King's will to win Doriatessa, but that's what he says in person.

Besides, if a low-status youth knight who adored Doriatesa won the victory of the competition and offered that victory to hope for Doriatesa to his wife, please.

As for the continuation of the great story that excites people, it's not bad.

That's probably not a big deviation from the King's intentions.

Well, let's get in the mood.

The game was won two times by Doriatesa in the form that, if the Magistra set it up, Doriatesa would continue to turn it around and finally poke the Magistra gap and hit the offense.

All decided to compete with the slaughter of a spike from a strong step in.

Its thrust, speed and length of intermission are strongly engraved in the back of the spectators' brains and no longer tolerate mockery of women.

The magistra was an understated swordsman, but Doriatessa's enrichment in heart skills is not just every bit.

Nevertheless, if we had attacked sooner, we would have won in a shorter time, but we didn't.

Doriatesa sharpened me by exposing herself to Magistra's onslaught.

for the finals.

8

At that time, I came.

Doriatessa and Chantillion were summoned and the two entered the arena.

Doria Tessa is dressed in beautiful new leather armor.

The stronghold seems to be very well built.

Covered with dark brown leather armor, it is further accentuated by white skin and juicy lips.

The supple movement makes you feel the height of the martial arts on the contrary.

Looks like a leopard.

Chantillion white shirts look terribly out of place.

Would he be angry if he called it transcendent like a goddess, etc?

The figure is more of a bard being blown by the wind than a warrior nervous about a battle for his life.

The bell rang.

Doriatessa stuck her sword out diagonally and waited for her opponent to come out.

Chantillion keeps his hands slightly down.

The arena makes no noise as a shin.

I can't even hear you blurring from outside the arena.

The whole world is watching the two of us.

Doria Tessa slipped her legs back and stepped forward.

Chantillion has no movement.

Doria Tessa came forward just a little again.

Chantillion's sword protruded just a short while ago.

In a breath-taking silence, Doriatessa slipped further forward.

Doriatessa's sword doesn't make you feel any warning of an attack, even though they say they're close to the distance that violates each other's right to control airspace.

I'm asking you out.

Doriatesa faithfully adheres to the teachings of Cars Lowen.

Find a gap in your opponent and make sure you strike out there.

I won't attack until I see a gap.

Just keep sending the opponent's attack and wait for the gap.

I mean, Doriatessa is out front now to be attacked by her opponent.

Chantillion's sword speed and moves are not ordinary.

He is a dangerous swordsman who defeated the hand tricks known as first-rate and heroes in the Goriola Empire without risk.

Step into the pocket.

If you don't keep focusing on your mind and soul without a break, it's not something you can do.

Chantillion's sword danced.

The sword, which should have been facing down, attacked Doriatessa from the top right hanging.

Drawing his left shoulder and left foot, Doriatessa threw the sword away.

Without letting his hair in, Chantillion jumped his sword from the bottom left to the top right as he stepped in half a step.

At this time, Chantillion has not returned his wrist.

A unique move for a double-edged sword with blades on both sides of a sword.

Doriatessa twisted her torso.

Chantillion's sword twirled and swung down from the top left to the bottom right.

Doriatessa, whose leg feed had not caught up, twisted her body and squeezed.

I wonder if I could do it without the softness of my body.

But completely, the tip of the sword blurred the left flank of Doria Tessa.

Up to this point is a single breath of defense.

Again, the two moved quietly.

Chantillion's left foot is slightly behind his right foot.

With that left foot drawn to the right foot.

That is, while carrying your body forward.

Chantillion lifted his sword to the front of his left shoulder.

Doriatessa doesn't try to punch in.

I still don't see any gaps.

Chantillion's sword swung down from the top left to the bottom right.

Fast.

It's a few steps faster than earlier.

Doriatessa twisted her body and threw this as she stepped back half a step.

Chantillion's sword changed from swinging down to poking, piercing Doriatessa's chest.

It seemed, but Doriatessa properly identified the movement of the other sword and instantly moved to the right to deflect this as well.

Chantillion, don't be surprised, Bardo thought.

There was too much distance to identify the expression, but somehow I felt that way.

I see Chantillion's sword is swift.

But if you become familiar with Cars Lowen's human detached sword velocity, it's not a velocity you can't capture.

Chantillion went on a series of attacks.

Fast, fast, fast.

The attack continues much faster than previous attacks.

From right, from left, from top, from bottom.

Doria Tessa did a wonderful job of it all, and.

Strongly stepping on the earth with his right foot, he unleashed a swing close to the poke directly from the front onto the face of Chantillion.

Baldo didn't know if that was an invitation gap or not.

Either way, Chantillion pays Doriatessa's sword with his own.

He stuck a sword at the neck of the defenseless Doriatessa.

Doriatessa can't move.

Chantillion is releasing a fiery struggle, as the previous cold sword judgment is a lie.

If you move, they'll cut your neck off.

I don't think so. It's killer.

"One!

Lord Chantillion Greybuster. "

The presiding judge handed down the judgment.

Then the second bell rang, but Chantillion won lightly.

Doriatessa ran out of air root in the first bottle.

So much concentration, Doriatessa showed.

And still, it didn't extend to Chantillion.

Doriatessa quietly pulled up to herself.

However, Doria Tessa may strain her chest.

Doriatessa played a better game than Normal Kingsguard than General North.

It was a game worthy of the finals.

This semi-finalist deserves to be dedicated to the Crown Princess Shernelia.

In fact, the eyes of the Goriola people have earned pride and admiration.

Doriatessa, well done.

The other guy was just too monstrous.

Exactly the King of Swords (Chantillion).

I finally understand what Zaifert regarded as the owner of one swordsman in every 10,000 people.

At that time, on the right side of Baldo, the black shadow shifted.

It's time for Cars Lowen.