Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

Standing in front of you is Charlotte Clemelia, the East Leading Countess Warrant.

He's making me feel strongly daunted to finally come to the match I've been looking forward to.

She is now dressed in practice clothes and wears protective equipment such as a breastplate.

The long, sarcastic hair is briefly put together as far as possible out of the way, and the thin, supple fingertips are protected by thin caged hands.

Beauty such as hair and skin, a perfectly deep window courtesy.

Everyone in this room right now and he is seen in that elegant position.

Once you stand on a kendo field, will it be a sober drink that refreshes the hot spot?

No. This would be a drama that would stimulate the swordsman's hunger.

A swordsman's martial arts is quietly claiming it.

Slash is still low degree static electricity.

The exposed skin is irritated by tingling itching as if it were stabbing a needle.

On the other hand, it is Ian Clemelia, the eldest brother of the Clemelia family, who looks at it on the wall.

Dressed in traditional aristocratic costumes, standing is calm.

I don't have a sword, but at first glance I can't see a gap.

After all, I guess he's pretty powerful, too.

I can feel my gaze sharper than Charlotte trying to relate in front of me.

Eventually, the young man who played the game earlier enters the referee and leaves in front of each other with Charlotte.

Seeing it, she noticed that her wooden sword had a pattern taken longer than what others had.

I can't say no to what it's after.

Charlotte takes the basic structure of fine swordsmanship, half-body and sticking out her cutting edge.

Since coming to this dojo today, I've seen it many times, but what's just different from the rest of the dojo students would be shaking their cuttings every bit.

There is something about ancient martial arts that doesn't keep the cutting-edge in one place and makes you move similarly, but does it mean something similar to that?

I don't know the truth, but aside from that.

Shortly after the referee says' start ', Charlotte moves first.

None during the reading.

She stepped forward a long time, firstly releasing a direct poke in place of greeting.

"Shh."

In contrast, this one jumps aside to be bounced and flips it.

A poke so sharp that it was not comparable to the dojo students I had earlier dealt with blurred my left shoulder.

... I'm used to seeing sharp pokes because I have Crave and Noah dealing with me, but her pokes are pretty good too.

He immediately tries to step in with the puller, but Charlotte reacts quickly to it and quickly lowers back to let go of the intermission.

…………

…………

They won't let you fight back easily.

Then this time it will attack from here.

Step out, punch in without speaking, but the wooden knife doesn't hit Charlotte.

It hits continuously without putting it between them, but this was also avoided without risk.

(Doesn't hit...)

Wouldn't it be so easy to hit?

It's pretty much the same as when you deal with Crave or Noah.

It seems more like a dangerous move on Charlotte's part.

I guess the reason I feel that way is because the time to move on to evasive behavior is different.

It's not too late, it's not too early.

By the time it shifts, the fit is completely too perfect.

Neither does the sword of fruit that hits after the feint seem to hit when it is read.

This would mean the human strength of the sect.

The gift of experience gained in everyday irresistible workouts.

Or are you gaining even with unconventional concentration like yourself?

I don't know either of them, but if you rush into them poorly, it's not hard to imagine they're going to eat a handached counterattack.

After a slight reward.

If you hit Charlotte's thrust with a wooden knife, after a quick pullback, the thrust hits you even more. Continuous thrust.

While pulling the wooden knife onto the body, minimize body movements and flush this.

Due to the fierce attack, I can't turn to a counterattack.

That moment, when I overtook a series of quick pokes and couldn't breathe, another poke strikes.

The sword of fruit since it made you think you had interrupted your breathing.

In contrast, he lowered his right leg, rotated the wooden knife set up in the middle section to knock it down to the right, involving a poke and paying it off to the right outside.

And instantly, he slashes up for his neck, but the sword strike cuts the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he steps out in front of her and opens his body so that his arms are spread out in front of him.

Although in the form of exposing the gap - naturally Charlotte is surprised and responds reflexively to that gap.

Swordsmen really often rely on reflexes to remind their bodies of moves and moulds by repetition.

Moreover, since the aggressive movement is a move that you often take, the offense also tends to be monotonous.

Charlotte's offense is biased towards poking. As predicted by that, the cutting-edge pierced into the exposed chest. This one saw her expression of "Shit," while striking the wooden sword penetration to the left with a wooden knife in her right hand, scooping her torso with a blade to return.

"Because!"

When the voice-out punch struck her.

Charlotte leaves in time as she swirls, without defying the blow that was struck down. It spins with momentum as it is.

Is this the formula used to tap this right temple as it is?

Back off and dodge...

Shortly after a sword shadow was pictured on the edge of his sight, his back is attacked by a bad feeling.

The hunch appeared alarmed, probably because when I followed that man's life, I made arrangements with the old man.

Do not pass this on a single piece of paper.

I remember such an experience, and instead of leaving in time, I lower myself to throw myself out and escape the horizontal scabbard.

Once I poke my hand at the slab floor, I went sideways so that the quadruple crawling beast could fly too far.

And Charlotte's right hand was on the patterned buttocks of the wooden sword, not on the original sword.

"Oh, my God, I'm fucked."

If I had stayed back there, that would have been the decision.

… The technique of extending the realm of sword strikes by sliding it across from the hand with the pattern is said to be in various genres. Especially for a school dealing with canes and other long objects, it is so basic a technique that it can even be described as a populist.

in swordsmanship. That, for the most part, is supposedly its application.

Charlotte makes a naive grin, like a child who has been watched a prank.

Was this special move for some genres like a game for her?

However, in so far as it is frightening to do so many difficult moves that cause the pattern to fall out and fly away.

The look on your face - looks fun, yeah.

If they send their moves, they should be angry, but there's no sign of that at all.

The corner of his mouth is slightly lifted with a grin.

These people often play and try.

As I was about to be struck by someone inside me earlier.

To the lid, Charlotte's left hand moves.

When I move to pay my left hand out like a blindfold with a wooden knife - it moves under my eyes.

Reflectively shifting his neck to the side, a wooden sword stretches from bottom to top.

(Branch Leaf Stab......!?

A wind-cut sound heard from close quarters.

The feeling of the air directly transmitted to the skin being mutilated.

My skin pops on them all at once.

It was an almost invisible blow, both happening and behaving.

I also used Dojo students earlier, but this is something I would use like a concealed move.

It was used by Noah many times, so this time it could be successfully avoided.

Stay on your back and step right back.

Charlotte, on the other hand, travels heavily in one flight.

She has light footwork. It even makes me feel like I'm constantly jumping. Besides, I also had a long flying distance with one leg.

This is not a good idea to match Charlotte's movements.

If you stand on the same mound, you will definitely lose first. If you chase him, at that moment when the motion is delayed, they'll take one.

Then we should lay down our swords.

Steady, steady. You must not be flirted with. You can't even go after him. If you're drawn in at all, it's a skewer at that point. That's what you should think and move.

(... poking and slashing fly from all directions of the front)

In the meantime, my legs became very volatile. It's soft and supple anyway, as if it had a ball of bearings in it's ankle.

This is also a fine swordsmanship move...... I guess it's a Zojia move.

Or are you going to walk around your ankles like that?

To be honest, it doesn't make sense.

Human beings in this world are insane in their minds and bodies.

Besides, even if this one rolls out a sword attack, there's no sign of ever hitting it.

It's not the first thing you can take, it's just a little dodged.

An inexplicable behavior that even occurs with such a mind, as if the orbit of the sword were known beforehand.

What opportunity of my own has been read and the movement ahead is perceived?

To meet with her, we should probably find it first.

That's what I thought, I went into concentration, that's when.

All of a sudden, I get pierced by Charlotte's gaze.

"Gu!?

The moment I was pierced by arrow-like martial arts and accidentally groaned.

A strong thrust strikes.

A blow to the torso aim.

I rush forward with a wooden knife, while I rush back.

But the powerful twist on the poke diverted the conflicted wooden knife from being bounced.

The belated retraction also led me to wonder if it had been achieved with a single piece of paper, but the cutting-edge reached my abdomen.

"Ugh..."

"Ippo -"

"No, it's shallow."

Charlotte categorically affirms the referee's decision.

Shallow. Sure, maybe it was shallow.

Even if it was serious, a small fraction of it from the tip would have been to the point of piercing the meat.

Charlotte stands with her sword in front of her.

A cold sweat erupted from his pores.

If we hadn't met that concentration, the settlement would have arrived by now.

It was so prestigious.

I can hear the dojo students.

"You're going to be a lady."

"Well kept."

Everywhere you go up from, all those words.

Sure, I can snort that they say that too.

The place I was hit had a gingerly fever. "Flash of Fire (Burn Thrust)," a fine sword technique of obtaining the feeling that the pierced place burns, but I can see the rigor of training that this happens even if I just get a shallow punch.

It is a technique commonly used by swordsmen of fine swordsmanship, and when this is placed on their arms, shoulders, or feet, sword flashes and movements become dull.

There is also a monster called the National Instructor of Magic wherever he receives it if he crushes his cutting-edge.

Charlotte smiles at me.

"Wow. I can't believe you escaped that sword."

"No, if it was serious, it would be over now"

"Perhaps you are. But this is a dojo. The dojo decides to fight in the form of a dojo. There's no" what if "or" what if ". If it's a wooden sword, it's a wooden sword."

"I think so too"

"Yeah - so how about this?

"Huh -?"

Charlotte rolls out a poke as she advances.

This one immediately turns to dodge, but the thrust drew a curved orbit like a fencing sword.

"-Come on!?

Turn yourself so as to escape reflexively from the trajectory of the shadow reflected on the edge of the eye.

I made a gap - right after I thought so, a strong poke hit me again from the front.

If this hits, it will be decided.

For a moment, let your body fall asleep on the wooden slab floor.

He circled his body and used his back and hips to turn his body like a solo (comma), waving a wooden knife as if to strip under his feet.

It shook in agony.

Charlotte jumped away from the slaughter that flattened the ground.

This one goes from being disfigured, this time slipping his buttocks and lower legs, and immediately taking his hips to a lightly floating, sitting, hip-like condition.

The wooden knife is supported by the left hand as if it were a companion, and the right hand remains attached to the pattern.

Charlotte went into pursuit folding, using her ankle spring to jump up, while waving her sword to pull it out of her sheath - that's what I was going to do.

But the chase didn't come as expected.

Charlotte stays on the spot and doesn't move, as if she's anticipating this counter.

This one just fell out of shape. No matter where you look from, it should have been a good opportunity to go win.

Nonetheless, nothing has been done. Same as earlier. As if I knew what this one was going to do.

We haven't even read each other's tides since we first fought her in the first place.

This is finally getting weird.

Either way, the referee doesn't seem to know what to do.

In fine swordsmanship, if you fall apart so far, you are often taken for a loss.

But Charlotte stays put and says nothing.

The referee keeps a glimpse of Charlotte.

This one stands up slowly, without breaking your guard.

"Char... I'm not too impressed with you showing that move"

"Okay? Dear brother Ian. This is the dojo of Cremelia. It's all in you. Besides, if you don't use the moves, they rot."

"Totally......"

Ian hated to show his moves or exhales lightly.

Even he can't stop Charlotte with the sword, apparently.

"I'm coming."

To the words, snort silently.

Again, as earlier, the cutting edge of the wooden sword comes bent.

Sure, I hear fencing has that kind of technology.

It's a move to use the sword to poke the opponent in the front from the back.

But not a wooden sword. Nonetheless, this is it.

Then - I only have illusions.

Except with the technology that makes the wooden sword become, there's no way you can do that, other than not applying something to the material beforehand.

Then the only answer is that we are setting up some sort of small work on these five senses.

- Human sight is such an obscure monster. I immediately process it at my convenience. Okay? What we're looking at right now is not a contiguous thing. It's the mon that's replacing the flaws that sometimes break, deluding the brain into having footage ready.

That's the old man's word.

When I met that guy at the play, he erased the bamboo knife like a magic whilst in the middle of a meeting.

Perhaps this is something similar. Instead of "her sword" changing, "her own eyes" have not captured the entity of her sword.

Avoid thoroughly and observe carefully while taking great distances.

Then from time to time, my palm was loosened wide and I could see the wooden sword swaying in small pieces.

"- Ah."

So I finally got a pin.

A pencil.

What that guy showed me when he was in elementary school, when he was gathered with friends in the school classroom, resurrects like a flash.

I have a play of bending pencils.

Picking the center of the pencil with your fingers and rolling it, grabbing the edges and shaking it makes it look as if it's bent.

Because the pencil is supported at one point, the edges deflect up and down, and because of its continuous occurrence, the eyes illuminate when the pencil is bent.

In short, the principle is the same. Because he was shaking it in small pieces in his loose hand, the sword deflected to the left and right, and the tip showed a curved orbit as if it were a fencing sword.

It is the previous phase of it that is loosening the cutting edge.

The pattern of the sword being taken longer than that of other dojo students would be meant to increase the amplitude.

But it doesn't actually end up like a fencing sword, as it only creates illusions, and the cutting-edge doesn't arrive.

Therefore, no matter how vigilant you are at the cutting edge that comes bending, it makes no sense. It should be.

However, when I react well, I always react reflexively to avoid action.

This sword of hers must be aimed at it.

Even if I know how to do it, my body moves on its own, which makes it really hard for those who wave the sword with their senses.

It's a nasty sword, though not a couch I can say I opened my body and exposed a gap earlier.

If you know what's in your hand, there's a way to deal with it.

Be patient so that your body doesn't react.

Conversely, he struck a wooden sword once after aiming at a loose hand.

"Huh!?"

It went well. But Charlotte didn't take down the wooden sword. The sword was on the verge of hitting me, and I guess I made the grip stronger.

Has this also been perceived too much?

The same goes for ankle strength, but the grip is also pretty strong.

"... you can handle this too"

"If you know how to do it, you won't be confused"

With that said, it was Ian who reacted.

- Did you spot the logic?

What Ian showed me was surprise and surprise.

"Coincidence, though."

"Sure, you had those moves. And then you talk about it."

"I understand."

And, after I answer, I come up with a good thing.

"But if something like that happens again earlier, your mouth might get lighter"

"Mm...?

"It is often pointed out to my squire that I am quite accidental, so it is not an unlikely story to recall and say something about the illusion…"

"Are you threatening me?

"No, I don't mean that at all. I've just spoken of my lack of clarity. Besides, nothing of this magnitude would threaten fine swordsmanship. I have revealed one or two of the technical logics of the moves, and I know that your fine swordsmanship will not waver."

"I see. So what's the real deal?"

"I will also lose my relationship from the Laceft family in the future. We have to defend ourselves as much as we can."

"Fine. I'll be careful, too."

To Ian's smile, smile back. Honestly, I don't like belly searching, but I'd like to do something a little bit like a return of interest.

Whatever.

"Dear Charlotte, I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"I don't mind. Something I could see interesting too."

"Char......"

"Oh, it was your brother Ian who pitched my opposition, wasn't it?

To Charlotte, who can say so and back off, Ian shows his face again.

Watching such an exchange, did she continue to use that move because she was after this? It also seems that way.

Either way, Charlotte's right, we should probably just let this be seen this time.

If it turns out to be something I can interact with, I won't even be able to make a good relationship in the future.

If you hit it inadvertently, it reads.

Then, from a step that takes the opponent to the front, it turns the body into a step that turns sideways, further extending the distance the cutting-edge reaches.

You should be confused about this because you've always been on your way to the front.

(How about this? -)

The moment I try to step in, I bury myself in concentration.

There, I refuse to have this pre-reading contact.

Perimeter movement slows down

In that, Charlotte moved to dodge.

Before this one steps in.

"Nah."

The wooden knife was removed.

But surprise is not for being sent.

Before she shows what happened to this one, she moved on.

I flew right back, not even pursuing.

Then Charlotte smiles. And he says, "That's an interesting hand." "I think it might have hit you."

But those words don't come to mind.

Occupying her own chest now is about the move she showed earlier.

... Impossible.

This one was in an earlier concentration.

Naturally in that state, Charlotte's movements were also slow.

If she's going to do this with her physical abilities and reactions, she's going to have to move faster even in that concentration.

Nevertheless, Charlotte left the slow movement intact.

Take evasive action before this one steps in.

There's no way I can do that.

Then who is it? What the hell is it?

Somehow, but I spilled that word.

"Dear Charlotte. What do you see?

――

Charlotte's expression changes visibly.

Maybe, maybe. Maybe she has the power to detect some kind of invisible information that the old man is mindful of.