The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

"There will now be an exemplary match between the winner, Lord Chantillion Greybuster, and the Great Lordship Representative of Giguenza, Lord Cars Lowen"

The presiding judge reported to the organizer's seat.

The caller read out his name and the two swordsmen stepped into the arena.

Showing his overwhelming prowess, Chantillion brings together a unique air like that bathed even in the breath of the Martial God.

No, it's not.

Chantillion had been putting together a "prestige" before he showed off his martial arts, which could be described as his divine work.

All knights have their own authority.

Lords who stand above a thousand inhabitants have the authority to do so.

A knight who commands a hundred soldiers has authority as such.

Civilians don't feel comfortable with a nobleman without authority.

Soldiers do not obey unauthorized superiors.

Chantillion had put himself together from the beginning with a prestige that only made him think that this man was indeed a senior knight.

The opposing Cars Lowen doesn't make you feel prestigious at all.

It's like a man with a shadow up and walking.

But that's why a good samurai realizes that Cars is not the only one.

If you see that walking like it blended into the air without even letting footsteps, with little sign of it.

Although the difference in air between the two factions is interesting, Bardo thought.

I'm guessing the contestants of the Goriola Empire have heard some rumors about Cars.

I can feel the expectation that you'll do something for me.

The contestants of the Parzam kingdom have some relaxing air.

I believe the battle is over.

Perhaps he thinks of Cars as a pathetic man who has begun to fight a rare swordsman on such occasions.

They will soon notice a mistake.

But then when it comes to Cars winning, honestly, Baldo doesn't know how slow this fight is either.

Cars is like a man who devoted his life to his sword.

Chantillion would not be an issue in terms of number of places.

But within the rules of the game, when it comes to being able to beat Chantillion with an unfamiliar sword drawn with a blade, I don't know that.

Take it to Baldo, whether Cars wins or loses, it didn't matter.

I just wish the Cars would enjoy this game, that's what I thought.

The preparations for both were over and the bell rang.

2.

Bardo thought it was strange.

Chantillion thought he was skinny and supple.

That must be it.

Even more so if you line up with the samurai.

But relative to Cars, Chantillion's body makes him feel stiff.

Because Cars Lowen is too supple and inconspicuous.

This is crazy.

Cars is taller than Chantillion.

It also has solid muscles, and is seemingly skinny but tedious like a skeleton or beast.

And yet, if I try to keep my distance like this, Cars will look more dazzling.

Some people might see it as a manifestation of weakness.

The two don't move while they're hanging together.

No.

Sure, Chantillion is dazzling Cars face, but Cars isn't.

His eyes are narrowed by the sleeping beard, his gaze pointed downwards, gently capturing the entire enemy.

It was Chantillion who moved first.

Move slowly to the right.

With careful foot judgment, it turns to the right while keeping a constant distance from Cars.

The referee is watching the two, either to secure vision or subtly repositioning them.

Cars doesn't move with his sword down.

Even though there seems to be as many gaps, Chantillion doesn't punch in and goes further to the right.

Halfway around the cars, he reached the position directly behind him.

At first Chantillion was on the south side and Cars on the north side, but just the other way around.

The chantillion continued its circular motion, moving the sword to the left and to the right, subtly changing its structure.

When Chantillion circled a quarter further and came to the right side of Cars, Cars waved his sword with a flashing brilliance.

I thought so, but I didn't punch my sword into my opponent.

Chantillion, however, sent Cars in.

Even though the sword had not arrived, it acted as if the tip of the sword was about to slash off its right arm and went out to fight back.

The distance of the five steps disappeared between the sutras, and the two cut each other in between.

No, not that I cut it.

It was Chantillion who was even attacking, and Cars, who turned to Chantillion, kept his sword down, as always, and kept it afloat.

Over a dozen shots. That didn't look good to Baldo.

Anyway, it's in a bad position.

Most of Chantillion's movements hide in the shadows of Cars.

Jules Rant, who is in a pair of positions, would be experiencing the same dissatisfaction.

Chantillion took a step back and breathed.

And then I tried to rotate to the right again, but a slightly moved sword of Cars took control of it.

Again, Chantillion stopped spinning as if he was about to get his right foot slashed, even though it was outside of the intermission.

I can see.

I see Chantillion breathing.

I just smoked it.

I just threw up.

But I don't see Cars breathing.

Chantillion intends to respirate and then strike again.

I don't know what Cars is up to.

Again Chantillion took a step.

It's a flying step over the ground, a big step in stuffing the intermission in an instant.

Chantillion launches a fierce assault on Cars.

Clearly faster than earlier.

Moreover, it is a diverse attack, weaving a thrust and a slaughter with a large radius.

The Cars raised their swords and defended themselves.

But there is no sound of swords and swords colliding.

In the position where Cars sent his sword, Chantillion would never let his sword step in.

In the end, this attack, too, snubbed Cars.

Chantillion has a clear, rough breath.

My chest and shoulders are shaking wide.

Cars is as quiet as ever.

Chantillion took a big breath and pushed forward.

Fast, fast.

How do you get all that speed when the shake radius is small?

From poking to slashing, it's a horrible attack that changes freely from a small slash to a big, fast slash.

Cars twisted as he sank heavily, teasing Chantillion's successive attacks and turning behind them.

Chantillion also swung back and turned against Cars.

Chantillion understands correctly that the battle will be over there if we put our backs on this enemy.

Bardo was now to see Chantillion's back.

We've completely switched positions, so Cars is west and Chantillion is east.

As if it were also a decision to have to fight side by side between East and West.

Bardo looked north.

The contestants of the Goriola Empire are drinking and watching the battle.

There is Doriatessa in that front row.

The gaze is sharp as if it were a glimpse.

Well, that's what happened, Bardo was good at it.

Cars is fighting now to show Doriatessa Chantillion's moves.

So we only let Doria Tessa attack at an easy-to-see angle.

Doria Tessa is a semi-finalist in Division V, so she can compete in Division VI tomorrow.

It's difficult, but if you win there, you get another chance to fight Chantillion.

Beat Chantillion, Cars commands Doria Tessa with her whole body.

Why did you think he was a cold man, etc.

He says he's the owner of such a hot soul.

Why did you think he was a silent man, etc.

He said he was so eloquent.

However, Cars Lowen doesn't speak in words.

Hold your thoughts quietly again, and this man will only speak with his sword.

Chantillion has launched another attack.

If you look at it without knowing anything, Chantillion will prevail and Cars will look barely squirming.

How many people know exactly what's going on in the arena right now?

East-West switched again.

Chantillion's killer makes me tingle up to this skin I'm looking at.

He's hot, too.

Chantillion knows, of course.

That I am being entertained by the quiet man in front of me.

Chantillion unleashed a poke at Cars' left shoulder.

Cars acted like he was in front of his left shoulder with a sword.

Bardo narrowed his eyes unexpectedly.

Cars' sword looked like a shield.

Cars unleashed a slash on Chantillion's left leg.

The blow hasn't arrived at all, but Chantillion shrugged away.

Also Bardo narrowed his eyes.

Cars' sword looked like a hammer for a moment.

Chantillion tried to turn left.

Cars fires a blow to its left shoulder.

In Baldo the sword looked like a whip.

As I watched the exchange of the two masters' white blades, I could see the contents of that reward.

At first I thought Chantillion's offense was the only one that was diverse, but not now.

Chantillion only treats swords as swords.

Cars, it's not.

As something more than a sword, Cars is waving it.

The strength of Chantillion is the strength that is gone if you lose your sword, but isn't the strength of Cars the strength that won't be lost if you let go of your sword?

Baldo, previously, from the streaming knight of the Master,

"If you wrap your sword around it, you won't need moves"

taught.

Bardo thought it was strange and confused because he learned the sword to stir up his moves.

While the momentum remained confused, he asked if the sword would be unnecessary if the moves were made.

The teacher made a rare grin,

"That's right.

You got it. "

I said.

I have no idea. It was an exchange, but now I think I understand a little.

That's the kind of sword Cars is trying to stir up.

There were signs of breathing sharply behind the diagonal, and Bardo turned his neck to you.

Jurchaga's, usually light brown eyes glow green.

It's the most highly exciting sign.

Something is about to happen.

Bardo immediately returned his gaze to the two men in the arena.

When the atmosphere of Chantillion has been investigated and its fighting temper has increased.

Cars, who had ever been as quiet as a shadow, suddenly let go of his fighting spirit.

That's not roughly the kind of killing people unleash.

It's like there's a giant tiger out there.

The struggle disappeared only for a moment capturing the Chantillion.

Chantillion, frightened by the struggle, accidentally gave his wife his hand.

He drew his sword to the left and unleashed a Special Slash on Cars' right chest.

Fast!

I can no longer even almost catch it in Bardo's eyes.

Besides, he punches me in to stick it in my chest.

It is a very difficult attack to grasp in time and also difficult to prevent.

Cars flipped this in a slight motion.

It is so stiff that I think it hit me for a moment.

Suddenly, the next slash flew in the same orbit.

I didn't know you were releasing this fast, powerful attack with a double strike!

This was also sent to Cars, but surprisingly Chantillion's sword flashed another.

Super fast triple fire!

That third slash finally captured Cars' right chest.

Chantillion doesn't move, keeping his sword on Cars' chest perfectly.

Cars won't move again.

The two figures look like statues imitating a scene of myth.

The arena became as quiet as it hit the water.

The Cars continued to escape well, but a special blow was finally decided.

It's a crushed match sword, but if this rare swordsman swings through it, it must have slashed and torn his heart apart.

Those who saw, they would have understood.

Cars took a soft breath and lowered his sword.

Chantillion also lowered his sword so that he could be followed.

A cheer arose from the contestants on the Parzam side, which grew as loud as a storm.

Cars graced the organizer's seat as it was.

That means he thanked Chantillion before him at the same time.

He then turned around and walked away from the battlefield without even making footsteps.

It is a sign of intent that only one of the three battles has already won the battle.

The Presiding Judge took his will,

"There's a battle!

Lord Chantillion Greybuster. "

And declared.

The cheer boiled again.

That's a bigger cheer than earlier.

It boils not only from the Parzam side, but also from the Goriola side.

Even if we lost, it was a brilliant fight.

Half the cheer is bathed on Cars' back.

But do the cheering people understand what has happened now?

Chantillion's sword seemed to capture Cars' chest, but it isn't.

It wasn't the sword that captured Cars' chest, it was the Cars that took the sword with their chest.

Moreover, hatefully, Cars pulled his chest once and put his chest against the sword with it successfully killing the momentum of the sword.

He twisted his body, twisted his sword tip, distracted his blade muscles, and received a sword in a wide area, but also in the thickest part of his leather armor.

There is planted a piece of fur of the warcraft of the ear-long wolf at the behest of Uncle Linz.

Probably hardly any damage to Cars.

In short, he decided it was too late to identify Chantillion's moves to finish the game.

Chantillion, the winner, breathes roughly, disrupting his hair and dropping off his curse in a daze.

Cars, who returned to Baldo without even a dust, eared something to Jurchaga.

3

Doriatessa came to Bardo's room.

A sarcastic sword is held in his hand.

Doesn't look like a very good sword.

"Lord Cars.

I heard it was a pleasure. "

Hi. Looks like Cars called.

Cars was rare and opened his mouth.

"Chantillion is a swordsman who carries out a balanced offense and has no weaknesses like this.

However, when carrying out three consecutive attacks of the back hand, a gap can be made.

Right here. "

Cars pointed to Jurchaga's right chest.

The edge of the chest muscle, almost close to the side.

"Punch through here.

But don't step in, just move your weight and roll out the moves. "

There's more to saying than that.

First, we have to hunt down Chantillion enough to get our hands on him.

In the meantime, I would have defended that triple strike in a counter-attackable position and attacked it at the same time.

How can a powerful thrust be unleashed without stepping in?

Cars put the brass bucket on his desk.

It is a thick flat barrel with decorations.

There is no water in it.

And I took the sword from Doria Tessa and pulled it out.

A practice sword.

The blade of the sword and the tip of the sword are crushed.

I pushed that cut to the water bucket and just dropped my hips a little and took a poking stance.

"Pay attention to your hips.

If you swell up the sharpness for Tanda and send it into your sword by spinning your hips, it will pounce. "

I can feel Cars breathing and smelling his heart.

And something like heat ran from left to right of the hips as lightning.

Already then, the tip of the sword had pierced the water bucket.