Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

In a corner of the garden opposite the workout site, stick out a pile of wood with a sound that makes you feel dossy and heavy. It's not the smaller pile I slashed during the day, it's the bigger pile Mr. Obza used.

Six wooden piles that I can finally hold by turning my hands, piercing the ground in circles at equal intervals. And after all the piles have been stabbed, making sure they are firmly stabbed to the ground, I take the pure white knife that Uncle Wynn just gave me out of subspace.

The pure white knife removed from the subspace is perfectly tamed to his palm to say it's the second time he's held it in his hand. I frowned unexpectedly at the feel of the sword as if it had been prepared for me.

I know it's a luxury to be too familiar with your hands and disgusting......

The contradictory feelings of myself that I don't like to stick with, and the discomfort and horror that I also felt when I first held this knife.

Grasp the knife with all your strength to delude your own hand, which trembled slightly, into those sensations that you felt again by gripping again. At the same time, the unpleasant emotions that might not be able to afford to twitch and crawl up from the bottom of his belly could also be pushed in, exposing the pure white sword to the moonlight of every sheath.

The patterned part, braided with a pure white sheath and white thread, is lined with small strands in calm coloured gold thread, and between the handles and the filament is a calm gold thread similar to the pattern, with a bright white knife emitting a strange presence.

Once you pull the knife out of the sheath with a sound that doesn't sound like a slurry, a beautiful rippled body appears. It was more beautiful than any sword I had ever seen, as a blue-blooded body glowed blue and white in the moonlight.

The slightly creepy pure white knife ceded by Uncle Wynn is called [Sievel Espada], a knife that goes well with the magic of water and ice.

It seems to be the belongings of the Duke of Aginis from a long time ago, who gave them up at the strong recommendation of Grandma Amelia when Uncle Winn was in trouble when he entered the other country as son-in-law. For Uncle Wynn, she said it was her last memory with Grandma Amelia.

And for some reason, Uncle Wynn gave me [Sievel Espada] to hear Obza's words, "Rapier or knife may be easier to use than the long sword you used during the day".

Reminds me of Uncle Winn after dinner and unexpectedly sighs loudly.

Espada, who would have been cherished, said she had never used it since it was given to her by Her Ladyship Amelia, but I can see it being taken care of very carefully in every corner.

Drop the cloudless espada on a spare pile that has been rolled nearby, and the ston and light hand will fill your body as far as the pile. He pulled a knife with a wonderful cleavage out of the pile, slipped it into the moonlight and checked for blade spills, then lowered his body to the sheath.

The practicality of this knife, which was once delivered to the sheath with a singular, tall sound, is so great that it is worth the position of being able to build a mansion in the Wang capital with this one.

Well, if water magic goes well with top magic ice magic anyway, that's about it.

I guess that's why Grandma Amelia gave it to Uncle Winn.

What did Lady Amelia think before her distant brother, who was old enough to travel to a distant country?

Not only was it worth it financially, but it would be worth it in many ways. With Espada on my back, I remembered Uncle Winn, who showed a stubborn attitude and sighed loudly again.

"Would you take this if you like? Originally, this knife was inherited as a family heirloom from the Duke of Aginis. I think it's better for you to use this sword than to smoke in a civilian like me."

'............... Uncle Wynn. This can't be a boulder.'

'Don't say that. If Sister Amelia hadn't forced me to hold this knife when I joined my son-in-law, it would still be a family heirloom in this house. I'm doing great at the Gladys, so just in case you don't need to worry anymore, and it's a corner move. It's definitely better to have a human being who can handle a sword like you, Doyle, than to have a civilian at my disposal.'

".............................. but,"

'Besides, Mr. Doyle. I may annoy you for going for [Spear Brave], but I want you to have this knife. Because this sword has been a family heirloom passed down to the Aginis family for generations, not knowing when. After my death, I want you to have it, Doyle, who will be in charge of the Aginis family in the future, rather than in the hands of the Gladius family. - Think you'll do my best, will you?

"- - I'll keep it, I'll take it"

The pure white knife I was given was full of magic, and even I had never had a spear, it turned out not to be an easy sword to grasp at a glance. Naturally, I refused to accept Uncle Winn's offer without the courage of receiving such a famous knife and a dish that Grandma Amelia had been given away in anticipation of Uncle Winn.

But I'm not unfriendly with the Gladius family, but they asked me to use it because it was something I passed down from generation to generation in the Aginis family, and I accidentally answered yes and received a pure white knife for how my uncle Winn looked.

What I don't deserve is that I'm the same...

That time you told me you wanted me to have it.

Uncle Wynn had a nostalgic, lonely look on his face. Esperda must have been a memento to Uncle Winn connecting himself to the Aginis family.

Do you miss letting go of that memorable piece, or do you think of Aginis' house where you had to leave? Maybe he was remembering what your Lady Amelia looked like.

But for whatever reason, it is certain that Espada was important to Uncle Wynn.

Imagine Uncle Wynn's mood when he offered me this knife, stroking a pure white knife to confess.

I'm sorry that I can't hold this sword that Uncle Wynn cherished with purity. And at the same time, there won't be a sword more deserving than Espada to determine my potential.

I walked out of my room in the middle of the night and went out of my way to serve my original purpose of taking me to the end of an unpopular garden, not a training ground, into a circle about 5 meters in diameter that I had just made and stood at its center.

I was going to stab the pile at some distance, but when surrounded by a pile of trees that were taller than I imagined, it was more intimidating or oppressive, and I'm a little surprised. Sometimes it's the middle of the night, and in the circle, which is blocked from view by the big pile, it's creepy somewhere.

..................... Let's just get this over with and get back to your room.

Relieve this anxiety and get some sleep. And starting tomorrow, you can encourage spear training. Tell yourself so and grasp the pattern of espada placed on your hips in a circle that gives a somewhat creepy impression.

And the next moment, I pulled out the espada as I rushed out to the front pile.

Run to the pile in front with yourself low and activate [Living Slash] to slay the first pile zangly.

Next, activate the pile next to the right [Rotational Slash] to slash it off, put it in one step, and [Slash Up] the pile next to that right, plus [Aerial Slash] to bisect the pile floating in the universe.

Then swing it through with magic with the image of flying slaughter toward the pile on the diagonal. Because of the distance or the magical slaughter was to the extent of damaging the surface of the pile cuttingly and thinly, but in my head the letter "[I have mastered the flying knife]" leaps.

Ignoring the letters that came up behind my brain, I put a water attribute compatible with [Sievel Espada] on the magic I was flushing, and I think of an image of my body growing. I felt the letter '[I got a water knife]', as well as making sure that my body, which until earlier was about 70 cm, was stretched out to about a meter, and I stepped in and slashed down the pile next to the left of the pile where I hit the [flying knife] earlier.

Then, after solving the skill of [Water Knife], the last remaining bottle is poked with a knife, imitating the skill of [Confusion Poke] of the spear.

[Confusion Poking] is a skill your grandfather specializes in, the skill of hiving objects repeated multiple times at high speeds with sharp poking. Since he does not possess the skills of [mess poking], he is far from powerful, fast and frequent, but he has been able to move closer by working out and strengthening his arms many times.

Stabbing even a knife while imagining your grandfather's [mess poking], the worn pile began to fall backwards with the sound of mesh mesh mesh, so I stop my hand.

The pile broke and I felt the letter '[I got a mess]' floating up my back of my brain as I fell.

I look at the scratched piles, the chopped piles rolling on the ground and their fragments, and the blurry stares at the worn and broken piles, still blue-white and glowing espadas. Without spilling a blade after slashing several piles of this thick tree, I became asexually vain staring at the espada in my own hand with the same appearance.

[Slash up] and [Aerial Slash], taught during the day, when I went on to [Living Slash] and [Rotating Slash], naturally moving my body and its power, of course, after Uncle Wynn was angry with me, [Flying Knife] and [Water Knife], who said it was an apology and showed me that [Flying Knife] and [Water Knife] were so well mastered.

Besides.....................,

Regrip the espada and stand in front of the pile still standing firmly, albeit hurting. And activated the last acquired [mess stab].

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If you look at the part I pierced, there was a rectangular hole in the pile that was just as thin as when I saw the blade tip from the front. All the elongated rectangular holes were beautiful cavities, as if there were no trees in that part of them originally, like when your grandfather and father used their skills to poke straw, with a good view across the pile.

It's like watching a view over a net, and there's zero ridicule without thinking of a promising view.

I can't believe you couldn't get your grandfather's [mess poking], but [mess stabbing] is easy to get...,

I kind of wanted to laugh out at the reality that poked clearly in front of me. The possibility of pretending not to see it as a cause of concern during the day turns into certainty.

It is the inherent skill of a spear that could only be imitated even after practicing madness in death [mess poking] and the inherent skill of a sword that could be acquired without great effort [mess stabbing].

There is only one possibility, for example, that these two will show.

- - Patchy, patchy, patchy.

From behind me finally looking directly at my potential I've been waving not to see, I hear a slap on my hand. Turning to the sound, Mr. Obza stood with a grin.

"Brilliant. I only saw it once, and I can't believe you made it this far. You're the blood of the rock [Spear Brave]."

Mr. Obza, who was applauding as he told him so in a slightly exalted voice, looked over at the scattered pile and murmured, "... that's horrible," he approached me. And as each other's faces came as far as they could see in the moonlight, I gave them the clever look of lowering their eyebrows with a grin on them.

"..................... don't look like that. Kids best smile."

Get close to me and look up at Mr. Obza, who looks complicated.

If I kept looking at him without saying anything, Mr. Obza would have taken my gaze straight, even with a troubled face. I think this guy is a favorite when he sees Mr. Obza, who doesn't distract from his gaze, even though he has a look like that at first sight.

Maybe Mr. Obza came here to answer the question I threw during the day. Otherwise, this guy doesn't have a reason to come after me for taking it off at midnight like this.

It's called the skill of the sword you showed me during the day, it's called this goodness of care, even though I feel like Uncle Wynn would also know at first glance, on the other hand, it poisons me in my heart that I don't have to keep my promises to children with no connection whatsoever, such as because I promised to 'see you later' during the day.

I'm just going to look back at what Mr. Obza has said and done since daylight based on the results I've finally looked directly at. Suddenly I said he would teach me the sword, and the meaningful words are also convincing if Mr. Obza could see the skills of others. Mr. Obza knew everything from the beginning.

I thought of the rare skills he probably would possess and accidentally wanted to tongue them down. This man came all the way out here to poke at a reality that he didn't even want to know from me.

Even this guy, if we don't meet.

Think about what you might have done without knowing.

But no matter how much I think about it, it doesn't change the reality, and unless I ask the answer, the objector in front of me won't be there.

Horrible, hateful, sad.

Having considered it hard, I hold such an unspeakable emotion towards Mr. Obza. And I felt closer to self-immolation than I was ready, and I threw the same question at the person in front of me as I did during the day.

"Can I be [Spear Brave]? Mr. Obza."

Having said that and looked back, Mr. Obza has a sad, complicated look like trouble and slowly shakes his neck to the side. And when I asked during the day, I mouthed the answer to a question I didn't answer.

"- I can't be. You know that best yourself."

I closed my eyes quietly, hesitating, but with the words I was clearly told.