Common Sense of a Warrior

As usual, wave the sword.

After glancing at the shape of a street, I moved my body to fight it as I grasped Donald's movements in my head.

... Can't reach it, huh?

When I started wiping my sweat with remorse for losing, people from the same unit as your father started showing up in chills to train as well.

"... you've been working hard in the morning"

When I realized, your father was standing nearby.

"Dear Gazelle! Good morning."

I say hello to your father while he hangs up as an escort because he's outside for once.

"Um, good morning.... None of them can go hand in hand with Non?

"Be sure. Best regards"

And I started fighting your father with a sword for mock warfare.

Gakin, and the sound of the sword hitting each other sounds.

I dropped early because I can't win with force and power.

"You've changed your sword muscle."

Pottori, your father squeaks on the way to the rendezvous.

"It became more operational. Good as a muscle. But... I can feel hesitation."

"... hesitant, is it?

"That's right. When it comes to waving, he says he's courageously after the other steeple, but just before he touches or doesn't, that's dull. Halfway through it, it creates a gap."

... the sword, dull?

Indeed, here recently, my movements did not overlap with that of my image in my head, and I was feeling all uncomfortable.

Was that what caused it?

"I actually encountered a place where I was exchanging my life... maybe I can't help but be afraid to wave my sword. So I've tolerated it before."

Your father's sword played my sword.

"... but if you continue to do so... throw away your sword"

Cold gaze.

As if looking down, a sharp eye pierces me.

As hard as that, your father's harsh words were piercing his chest.

A scary, serious look.

"If you poke it, the sword is a tool for killing people. You have to be prepared to kill someone and be prepared to kill yourself. You said when you received your sword from Noon that you already had your mind set, right?

"... Yes"

"But if it crumbles, throw away your sword. And don't cross this training ground again."

It was strained air.

And the next moment, your father waved his sword at me.

I'll avoid that.

Not like your usual father.

Painful, temperamental.

"What's up! You were ready for that!

You can't even take a played sword, and even keep avoiding your father's sword.

The anger stabbed Billy and my skin.

Scary.

... Scary?

Is that what I'm ready for?

What I've cultivated, when I've spent it, was something that collapses so easily?

... No.

No, no, no!

I swore I wouldn't lose unreasonably.

I swore I would avenge everything that took your mother from me.

Whatever you throw away.

Even if you don't have anything to gain.

Well done, this is the limit, what a laugh and give up and draw a separation, I never had such a soft thought from the start.

I push through my endeavors.

If you need it for that, use it around.

I serve my purpose.

... Then I'm not going to be a wack beaten by your father in this place.

Yes. When my mind decided, nature and my hands were stretched out to the sword.

And shake it.

As I drew with my head, my body responds.

Your father's movements... No, I even felt late when the world would carve them.

Shiru, I entered your father's nostalgia.

And I'll cuddle up your father's sword.

Your father responded late to my movements and gently jumped up his sword.

Aiming at that gap, I attached a sword to your father's neck.

"... you're ready to see it."

Hearing that one word, I pulled.

"Me too, thank you. … thanks to Lady Gazelle, I remember something important"

That's how I smiled and thanked him, and I went back to the mansion to sweat.