59 The distress of a certain earl son. (2/2)

”Whoa, you're a little early. Shall we pace it up?

”... do as you please. That's the way to go with it, isn't it?

”Well, keep going, please”

If Navre frowned and told him, Gark laughs slightly lifting the edge of his mouth.

Exhale slowly. The next sword flash that Navre swung through clearly increases speed and approaches the guard.

Dangerously Gark matches Navre's sword and plays the sword. As such, the cutting knot that begins increases the speed of the previous step.

One in, one in, one in again. The sound is intense and the movement is light. The attacker is Navre and the recipient is Gark. From the side, you can clearly see the difference between the two.

”Oh, whoa!!”

Navre waves a simulated sword in a desperate shape. Keep beating the sword that keeps getting bounced to the girk so it doesn't kill momentum.

By contrast, Gark doesn't make it slight. To be precise, a stepped foot never leaves the ground. It's a light wrist snap or minimal movement that leads to a blow from Navre's entire body.

It's like a big wall, but if you punch it, it's going to lose strength. The use of force, and the height of local power to receive maximum force with minimal force. No matter how many times he felt it, Navre had his tongue wrapped around him.

(I had some confidence in the handling of the sword... now you're shattered)

Gark's sword muscle is straight. But not boneless. supple, and yet powerful.

That strength is not a force to lay low. “Slash,” “Play,” “Flush.” Efficiently twist out this basic behavior with minimal and maximum force.

Whatever the posture, whatever the circumstances, it was Gurk's sword that drew his power out in vain. That made Navre feel... beautiful with jealousy.

I guess he also has talent in person. But there's a training in his sword that just buries that impression. I just worked out foolishly and kept working out. Years are no different than they are. I honestly wonder if I've been able to work this far. That's why I get jealous.

- How did you manage to train like that?

To Navre, who asked so, Gark answered with a shy scratch of his head somewhere.

”I lost to Anisphere once before. Because I'm not that good at magic, and I'm not even smart. So all I could be proud of was the fact that the princess didn't want me to stick her neck in the play, and she fought and sold it, and it was scattered.”

It's really still the biggest stain of all, and Gark is still proud of it for some reason.

'Then there really came the demon, which was originally an exercise, and the Anisphere who accompanied him is naturally very active. I freaked out and trembled and couldn't even do a lot of work... but I'm flattered that I fought well without distracting myself. There's a chance.'

Trying to empty his hands to miss the old days, Gark went on like this.

He said, ”Well, that's sweet. I'm not smart, I'm not good at magic. All I have is this body and praised eyes. So let's not lose sight and work out what we can do first. That's what I thought. Princess Anisphere can't use magic normally, so she can't lose!”

That led me to build my body. Improved basic health and incorporation of observations into daily training.

How does the opponent move and what is the best move to deal with then? Look, remember, imitate, repeat. If you feel uncomfortable, pinch it down and fix it. If there is any waste, I will scrape it off. That's all I've been foolishly repeating.

That's why Gark's style was created. Honestly, Navre can't beat Gark without magic. You can't win a head-on battle with magic or in between guards. And Gark tries to pull in the situation to win.

That attitude was reflected in the way it was, irresistibly jealous to Navre.

”... I'm weak”

'If you want to be strong, anyone is vulnerable at that point! You're right to think you're weak! Otherwise, I don't think I'm going to be strong, no, I think some guys just want to be strong! Well, that must be where it starts anyway.'

”Beginning?”

'If you want to be strong, you just have to be! That's all we're talking about!

If you wanted to be, you should be. Navre was taken aback by the lightly said words, and felt like what was staring in his heart was taken away.

And that's why it burned up. Pushing a pulse is a disgrace, rolling like this, embarrassing myself for losing and just envying someone.

Be strong.

If I thought so again, my trembling legs held my strength.

No matter how many times you fall and you're about to throw up, the limit comes and you want to stop it already, so that this thought will still remain even beyond.

How did this happen? - That's because I was weak.

Does it continue to be so hard? - To keep saying that.

The only way to cross the shameful self is to become our samurai and move on.

Push it to the point where you can't even think about it, and move on with that pain.

My sword never reaches the Gark. Gerk's disfigurement will not come true.

But someday. One day, those thoughts will burn in my heart.

”Yes, there's a gap”

”Gu -!”

Kan, and Navre gets hit in the wrist and drops a mock sword. With a simulated sword on Navre's neck, Gark grins happily.

Seeing a smile that seemed hateful, Navre shrugged and momentously fell on the spot in bold letters.

”... regret it”

”Yep. Well, let's do it again.”

”One day, I'll repeat this battle.”

”With magic, it's hard for me to win...”

”Then you don't make sense!

”Well, we need to get more strength.”

I can still afford it.

Yes, he showed his teeth and laughed. Navre sent his gaze to stare, but he didn't feel bad.

I don't know if this path is one that snows its own shame. However, if you can't even see the sign, maybe you can run to our samurai. Even if that's a long way off. Now, forward, forward.

”... I want to be strong”

And the next day, Navre would run a lot because of the difference in circumference between the guards, and he would still lick the ground.

His path of recurrence is still far away.