How to live as a wanderer

Karamaf draws his weapon. It was long and dull, without ornament. I thought a knight about Karamaf was too worthless to write about.

Do you know why none of these skills, called Visions, are shared with anyone?

Isn't it because people don't have to go to the Sword Guild for expensive money if you tell anyone?

Are you really the son of a knight? Of course, there is a reason, but more than that, secrets become weapons.

Ordinary swords don't kill you just because you don't know them.

Swordsmanship is the skill of how to fight with a sword in the end. It was a technique of how to stab, how to cut, and how to hold a sword. Suddenly, no absurd moves have emerged. A skilled swordsman can deal with a sword to a degree even if he's never seen it before.

However, the techniques known as the vision were different.

If you don't know, I'll kill you!

Skills that are beyond common sense, the first to be faced is inevitable. There was a big difference between a person who was learning one or two of these things and a stranger. It's like a desperate move that can kill an opponent in an instant.

Among other things, my sword is of particular benefit to the preliminary discipline. When they don't know anything about you, they don't know what kind of sword you use. It's very beneficial to pierce that ignorance.

Like an assassin's sword, Kaegal's sword is specialized in killing people with a single blow. It was a good thing for John.

‘It would be disadvantageous to go on for a long time. Finish in a blow.'

One more step.

Karamaf raises Longsword. Immediately, I felt a choking pressure. Wherever he went, he seemed to be able to respond immediately.

How do I fight an armored opponent? Avoid. The thicker the armor, the better. No matter how strong you are, the opponent in good armor is too disadvantageous.

What if you can't avoid it?

There's nothing you can't avoid. No one wears armor in the first place. Just wait! One day you'll take off your armor if you wait.

‘Well, that doesn't help much at the moment. ’

It was the opposite of what Kaegal said.

Karamaf's body armor feels like a fortress. The place that looks like it could stab was the crack and neck of the helmet, but Karamaf will defend it as long as he's not a cripple.

Tight.

John grips Longsod. I can feel Longsword screaming.

‘We stick together and drag them into a fight. ’

One more step.

After the calculation, John finished his steps.

It was time to strike.

The guild's method, called NESOS, unfolds at John's feet. It was a unique method that slid across the ground.

Karamaf's eyes widen in a manner not seen from the knight. How does a knight's son use assassins?

But that was it. Karamaf had too much experience to be surprised by this. Karamaf's body is immediately positioned to place the counter on John. I'll cut it as soon as I get to the interval.

At that moment, John's body disappeared. It was one more acceleration. Karamaf is truly appalled by the explosive movements.

I lost him!

The First Swordsman expects his defeat when he fights. Before the sword touches the body, the head trained by experience and senses makes a judgment. Karamaf said that now.

He misses his opponent in a sword fight. I couldn't believe it.

"He was more of a monster than I thought...!" ’

You lose the battle, but Karamaf doesn't panic. This was not a one-on-one duel under equal conditions. It was a fight with each other's lives on the line.

In the beginning, John could not defeat Karamaf's bluff a few times and stab him.

As long as we can't get through this armor.

Karamaf can put all he wants into a fight, but John can't win a fight unless he can punch through a critical area a few times. In the beginning, it was so different that it wasn't even a fight. Karamaf didn't even think he would lose.

"I admit you're a monster. So what are you gonna do? Wherever you hit, then one of your bodies will be cut off. No matter how fast you try, you can't leave right after you hit them. ’

Karamaf defends his neck and face and waits for John's attack. It didn't matter where John hit. John's feet will stop as soon as he's hit, and his counterattack will begin.

You little bitch!

You hear the heavy tearing of the air. I noticed John wielding his sword with his super-strength. The target is the flank. He was trying to cut horizontally. Karamaf ridicules John.

I can't believe you tried to cut off my body armor with Longsword. It wasn't foolish. It was here that I caught my ankle that I wasn't trained properly as a knight. After a pointless gunfight, his head will be blown off.

‘Farewell. ’

And then there was a sound.

The sound of Karamaf's armor being torn apart.

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John succeeds in digging into Karamaf's arms and wields his longsword with all his might. Longsod screams and spits out a terminal just before it breaks.

Did I make a mistake?

Even though I succeeded in digging, it occurred to John.

Longsword is not a sword that can cut through anything. The power to cut is greatly reduced in front of the armor. If only the opponent wrapped his whole body in body armor.

John was going the opposite of what he had just learned.

But...

I felt confident that I could do something strange. It sounds crazy, but when I see Karamaf, I have a hunch that I can dig in and cut it. It was like a confidence that you could cut rocks with a twig. It was not something I could explain to others.

Kwaak

John's arms widen and tremble. John himself was an unimaginable force. I didn't know it, but John had never really used his power. I couldn't do anything right.

At the end of the moment, Longsword, which weighs between 1 and 2 kg, turns into a Giant's Dagger.

And the front was smashed down with a bang. Blood spatters. Karamaf's armor is torn and his torso cut in half.

“Huff!”

Screaming from within the helmet. Karamaf was more frightened by this incredible situation than by pain. With pain and awe, Karamaf does not strike the raised arm properly. A chance to strike back.

John raises his fist like a lion. I felt Longsword smashed from the blade I was holding. The blade cracks and the crossguard crumbles because John gave it strength. It was a pity, but it didn't matter. John punched his fist thanks to his friend for doing his part.

Blood splashes from John's fist with a dull sound and Karamaf's head turns back. It was natural for my fist to be injured after hitting it with a lump of metal.

However, such an attack on Bane Karamaf was enough. Karamaf drops his weapon and falls back. John quickly ascended to the top of Karamaf. This kind of fighting was as important as swordsmanship for a swordsman. And frankly, John was more confident in magic and fighting than sword. I've been training to sink in my bones since before I came to this world.

John holds Karamaf's helmet in both hands. and empowered them. With an unbelievable sound, the helmet is torn to the side by an unknown metal.

Then the elf with the cold impression shows his face. He was handsome, but full of blood, and staring at his teeth. Karamaf growls, drained of blood.

“Gessen... spawned a monster...!" ”

“That's no way to come to someone's territory and kill them and burn them. ”

“How the hell did the Ancient Empire...”

“Screw you, Elf! ”

John didn't want to talk to Karamaf for long. His fist slaps Karamaf in the face. Even though Karamaf was a great knight, he couldn't stand being beaten like this without defending himself.

Karamaf is considered to be the best knight in the Holy Empire.

It was a futile end to such a story.

Boom! Boom!

John punches Karamaf in the face several times, as if trying to check him out. My head was smashed so hard I couldn't even find a trace.

“Phew...”

Only after he breathes his opponent's breath can John breathe. Then the muscles started screaming and there was fatigue. I did everything I could. It was a fight that ended so quickly, but John's burden was no joke. Every nerve of his body was carefully erected and charged.

“... What do I do? ”

John mutters, looking down at Karamaf.

I didn't know it when I was fighting, but after fighting, I was very disappointed. Karamaf's body armor was shattered and his helmet torn. This is why you will never be able to wear it.

‘No... I can't even wear it anyway. ’

The body armor was an object that almost knew who the owner was. The moment John wore this or tried to sell it somewhere, he was very likely to get fucked.

What if I am?

‘I'll bury the body and the armor, too. ’

If we dispose of the body in the middle of this forest, no one will know Karamaf's whereabouts. Who would suspect that John had killed him in pursuit of John? It'll be noisy for a while, but if we don't find it, it'll be quiet.

Then there will be no one after John. The Eights are already dead, and who's gonna keep chasing after one of their sons?

The empire here was not so well-organized or so administrative. Even as an emperor, his name was only an emperor, and he was close to the emperor who had a strong and special power. If it wasn't for his own envelope, he could hardly make it. There was neither the ability nor the reason to keep pursuing survivors that might be of House Ates.

Son of a bitch... what the fuck did he do that for? ’

John spits and grits his teeth at the unknown emperor. It was hard to figure out the details perfectly. Still, I could have guessed that the Ates family had made a bad name for themselves.

Lord Gessen went around looking for other nobles and tried to sign a service contract. If you have something to fight, go out and fight, but in return, you will receive land or money. The knight's service contract was close to the mercenary contract.

It might have been better to bring in a few new lords than to run a hopeless territory. There was no mandatory one-on-one sealing agreement. If I had the ability, I could serve many.

Is that supposed to be against the emperor's instinct?

It was a story I didn't know or need to know. John is going to run away and leave the Aces' name behind.

John began digging the ground. To bury Karamaf.

Grrrrr.

“... is it you again? ”

John turns his head to his tired eyes.

There was a black wolf.

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