My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Amazir, the king's capital, has a castle named Legalia Castle. It is called the Royal Castle, a place where the royal family that governs the country lives and where the executives involved in the operation of the country exchange arguments day and night.

This regalia castle is located almost in the centre of the king's capital and is built on an artificially built rectangular high ground, making it also a symbolic building that can be seen from anywhere in the city.

And at the foot of the Castle of Regalia, a stone castle is built to surround the high ground. The castle is equipped with two gates to the north and south, and the distance to the castle is approximately 150 metres in a straight line.

This passage-like space surrounding the castle, which stretches between the high ground and the castle, not only serves as a fortress when things happen, but also serves as the main circle of the Knights of the Holy King, a guerrilla unit directly under the King.

Beginning with the headquarters facility, which oversees the entire Knights, it is equipped with quarters and training grounds for the members to reside in, and the human being belonging to the Knights of the Holy Kings sleeps and dines together on this property, with the exception of those who are on long expeditions and departures.

With such explanations from Robinsons and the others, Harold waited for time to come half listening. By the way, inside of it, my hips can still pull on Robinson's strong side.

When Robinson pressed me to see if I could use magic even on the way to Wang Du, I let the magic go with fear.

Fighting monsters has overcome so much fear, but Robinson's appearance is exciting to the extent that even his spiritual power sways.

"... where did he go more than that?

"I think I'll be right back. Well, never mind. You can wait."

"Be a spectacle in the meantime, do you mean? Don't be silly."

That's how Harold throws up when all the frustration inside seeps out. Rarely did my heart and words match. The reason for this was in the situation surrounding Harold and the others now.

Harold stands up as he is surrounded by a large number of Knights in an exercise area that will be used to train interpersonal fights.

The face is grumpy itself. If you arrive in the Wang capital and think you've been invited but passed to the Knights' facility as it were, at some point the person in charge disappears and is left exposed to the crowd to name a few, so it can't be forced to do so either.

"Hey, hey. Thanks for waiting."

I didn't even know as much about such Harold's frustrations as Dew, and the usual loose tune of Cody came back.

While suppressing the urge to kick your ass, first ask for an explanation of the situation.

"Where have you been? What are they doing in the first place?

"I'm sorry, I have something for the wild. So, Harold, I want you to fight them. What's an entrance exam?

"What?"

Harold wasn't the only one who responded to Cody's line.

Blurring also occurs from the members who were gathered. Apparently it was the same thing they didn't have a prior explanation for.

Then the beard-faced man asks Cody.

"What do you mean, Cody? All I've been told is that we're gonna run tests with the leopards."

"That's right. I want you to combine that test with his entrance exam."

That word concentrates my gaze on Harold.

And a beard-faced man said what everyone thought.

"Is the entrance exam the child? I don't care how you look at it, you haven't reached the prescribed age."

(It's this exchange again... and I knew it wouldn't be a glimmer, you bastard!

I expected something from Cody's personality, but it was obvious. I'm not going to hate the extent of this because I've been there, but I want you to talk about it in advance.

Well, he probably kept his mouth shut on purpose for such nagging reasons as "trying to surprise me".

"By and large, he and his team have been training for over two years and have only a few experiences in action. Kids are loaded."

Especially if he says so. On the other hand, the Knights have a lot of people who want to join the group, and the magnification of being able to join is pretty low. In addition, those who resign from the rigorous training content even after joining the Knights will continue to do so, and will be treated as if they fail the test to be refrained from after joining the group.

Most of them are sieved to survive more rigorous training and action, and three years after joining the club, they can finally take off the New American treatment.

It takes a few more years from there to be treated as a single person and roughly five years from joining the group. Mind and body, you wouldn't be able to reach them unless they were both tough.

Those who were recognized for their outstanding talents and abilities at the time they were able to join the group in the first place. It is what he calls the "leopards” that were sorted among them, even if they were still immature.

"It's okay around there. This girl is a delicacy."

But Cody doesn't want to take that very seriously. On the contrary, this is what I told the members who would be dealing with Harold.

"Instead, don't be careful because you're the ones who will see painful eyes when you lick them. I mean, Harold, if I could beat you, I could recommend you for your next promotion exam. - But?

The rhetoric was the same as saying that Harold could not be defeated by recruits.

I am not in the Knights such as those who have been told so far and are not excited. Still, I put a lot of effort into building myself up, not to mention new America, and I got my current title.

There is pride in the pride of being a member of the Knights, as well as pride in the efforts that have been overlaid.

Even so, it is not in a good mood to be made the horse of the children's entrance exam and to be seen lower by ourselves.

I can feel my skin quietly winding my breath trying to overshadow what Cody burned me to do and what I just think the members wrongfully gave me.

"Well, that's why. Good luck."

Cody gently slaps Harold on the shoulder with his face just saying, do it.

But to that extent, Harold's iron skin does not distort either. Gaining more combat experience than the original is the second most important challenge after avoiding death flags.

The unexpected development has come to mind somewhat, but the well-prepared situation itself is something to be desired.

"Cody."

"What is it?

"I'll give you a compliment."

The mouth angle rises naturally, spitting unscrupulous words as usual.

I've felt it many times since I possessed this body, Daughter, which can also be called a struggling instinct. The passion lights on your chest and the heat spreads to your whole body.

Grasp it calmly in a corner of your head. This sensation is not the first to be tasted.

This was true when Itsuki and I exchanged swords, as well as when I first confronted the monsters. Revealing the battle forward with a strong sense of tension. That's probably like the remnants of the original Harold.

Defeating a strong opponent is the only way you can show your strength and excellence. I drowned in the pleasure it gave me.

Hence the original Harold never admitted to something called defeat that led to his own denial. So Harold, defeated by the liner in the original, thirsts for more power, thereby destroying himself.

(You're a battle junkie in a way. I'm not purely looking for strength, but poor quality because I'm adamant about the envy and glory I get from being strong)

That's what the original Harold is all about, but ironically it's not a drawback in its current state.

Though it is the fundamental distortion, the point is that the stronger your opponent is, the more desire you have for victory. And the thought is reflected in the movement during battle.

Faster, sharper and more precise.

As the opponent is strong and in a disadvantaged situation, the body and moves become more crisp. That has already been demonstrated in repeated battles.

Recently, however, he started working with Itsuki and was far from the tense battle against his strong enemies. Because I became accustomed to it within doing the number.

In the meantime, this entrance exam, which was to be conducted by Cody's guide, was in response to Hirazawa Ichi's thoughts and Harold Stokes' desire for self-expression, both of them.

Harold opens his mouth to the members as he erects the sword pulled out of his sheath.

Just normal, thank you.

"Call me from whoever wants to lose"

Naturally, the words actually spit out were always the same, and as separate as Harold wanted.

One young man walks out of the group to see if this line has been pushed down.

Unparalleled fighting spirit was rising in his eyes. Totally serious.

Really, this mouth is a genius of incitement, I laugh unwittingly. From the edge it might have looked like a mockery.

"Cody Squad Leader, is the earlier story true?

The young man who walked out raised his hand and asked Cody. The movement and the way you talk are crisp.

"Mochi! Well, if you can beat him."

"Ha, thank you!

Show an exemplary salute and then the youth will be directed toward Harold.

"Boy, I'm sorry, but let me be serious. But this is also a good opportunity to learn how narrow your world is."

"Big high theory. Don't hurt. I'll crawl you to the ground for that."

Kick the youth's words, and Harold also steps forward and faces each other. The tingling tension spreads around those two.

"For now, we don't die on each other, I mean anything to the extent that we don't kill. Well, let's get started."

"Push!

A youth thrust in almost at the same time as Cody's cry, which was too light against the content.

I still move quickly just because I'm being forged up. A slaughter swung down from the top would also be quite powerful.

But only to that extent.

Scratching an approaching slash from overhead, Harold sticks a blade in his abdominal plate mail as he steps into his opponent's pocket.

Gakin! fell on his back as he stood as he retreated with a couple of steps, contrary to the way the youth was played with the metal noise. The thrust shock seemed to have reached the inside of the armor and passed out.

Cody peeks into the face of a fallen young man.

"... you're totally turning your eyes, this is no good. Hey, somebody get a stretcher."

"Ha!

After dropping off the young man to be transported, Harold once again sends his sharp gaze to the knights.

Several people clasped their shoulders under barometric pressure as they were shot through the gaze. But Harold doesn't mind encouraging it to continue.

"Next, come on"

Harold had something to check out during this exam, and something to try. To that end, I now concentrate on putting aside extra ideas and fighting them.

The next person to step out is a man who is bigger and more resilient than the earlier youth. Give thanks without opening your mouth.

Faced from the front, this time I set it up from Harold's side.

Cut gently into small hand checks first. I slowly get up to speed over and over meetings, but the guy followed me without difficulty.

There is no bare gesture that moves even if it is as fast as you are always meeting Itsuki. Seems to have a lot of strength, as I was told.

Make sure of that. Harold takes a distance once.

Then untie the erection, lowering the sword and exposing it to defenselessness. Its face is pasted with a distorted grin that goes through the invincible and looks down on the other person.

This is what it says on my face, which is totally provocative.

“Try slashing”.

I guess I couldn't bear that attitude of speaking more eloquently than words. A man is slaughtered. That speed is extraordinarily faster and more powerful than the first reward.

Harold prevents it with his sword...... he didn't do it. The right hand, which still holds the sword, remains lowered, only to attack even the opponent. I do not intend to turn to counter-attacks, but seriously observe the behavior of the opponent who aggressively attacks me.

Minutes if it's time. Gain certainty by avoiding even thoroughly.

(I thought maybe, but is it really there? unique motion)

An intrinsic motion refers to a movement determined as the word suggests. Each of the characters in the game has a defined motion.

Harold is now relative to a Knights team, a character called "Knight 1," as the game specs say.

In the course of the game called "Brave Hearts," you will battle many times with “Knights” appearing as enemy characters. They have no other setting than a knight, a being called a miscellaneous fish character.

Therefore, various operations, motions, are unified. That becomes an inherent motion for the knight.

The reason I realized there was an inherent motion in this world was during the battle with the monsters. At first he was full of tension, but when he got used to the fight and could afford to observe his opponent, he realized he was making a familiar move.

The timing and type of attacks and magic to be launched were perfectly consistent with the movements in the game screen that I remember.

Naturally, they often show motion that wasn't in the game, but it's still a huge advantage to know the next move. That dramatically improved stability in combat.

That's why Harold thought:

I wonder if intrinsic motion also exists in human characters.

Until I came to that possibility, though, the problem is that Harold didn't get a chance to fight the characters he knew. There was no one there to make sure.

That's when Delphito's martial arts tournament came in. Even mob enemies similar to knights thought they could fight existing characters and decided to join them.

But if you open the lid, the opponent is only a child. The only liner to know the intrinsic motion had also not reached the original age, and had not made any moves like in the game.

That proved Harold's hypothesis correct today, roughly less than two years after he came up with it.

Of course, verification will still be needed, but the possibility of obtaining an advantage of prefetching even in interpersonal combat has increased.

That's why Harold gets in a good mood with nature, and the vicious grin increases its depth. And it was really easy to avoid a knight's sword with a lot of attacks due to the intrinsic motion, and Harold's appearance, who continues to evade a single piece of paper at his leisure, seemed to hold his opponent while his strength varied from side to side.

The knight takes time to break the paralysis to the status quo. Then it sinks slightly into the center of gravity of the body and becomes like stepping on it.

This is a knight's motion to activate magic.

Light-water magic formations floating at the feet of knights. Harold can narrow down the magic if he has that much information.

(Knight is fixed in every magic motion. And the blue magic formation, there can only be one type of magic for the water attribute. I mean, he uses...)

Harold sticks his left hand forward and mouths its magical name.

"Aqua Slash!"

Countless blades of water appeared in the air when both said so at the same time. Each blade about 30 cm across the blade flies toward the target, but they clash just around the middle, and the impact causes a water splash to rise and disappear.

This is exactly what Harold was after, too.

If it is the original, the magic activated once will have to be avoided or defended. It couldn't be dispelled by physical attack or magic.

But that is only a specification on the game. In this world, magic can be wiped out by magic.

This has already been demonstrated.

If you look at them, their faces were stunningly stained. Naturally he also has the knowledge that magic can be wiped out by magic.

But it's only a coincidence in the battle, and it's not like “aiming and happening” by mistake.

Sometimes the technique of hitting magic with fast attack speeds is difficult in itself, but basically it cannot be dispelled without interception with the same attribute, magic of the same scale. An imitation like the thunderbolt that Harold had made him try at the Martial Arts Games could only be made because he twisted to power with magic that was more powerful than his opponent's.

Plus, you can't basically sense what kind of magic your opponent uses until it's activated. If you want to prevent magic by such means, you always need to unleash high-powered magic.

Clearly, it is inefficient and not a substitute that can be incorporated as a tactic. That's common sense in this world.

That's a story in this world, though, and such common sense doesn't work for Harold.

The man recovering from stunning turns to offense again.

But there was no speed or sharpness there earlier. Both swords and magic are coarser in attack accuracy.

They showed overwhelming skill from humans who didn't know what they were doing or what they were doing. No wonder I'm upset.

Whatever happens, dodging is easier than defense. Prepends all the movement of the opponent and leaves it completely unsafe.

And the moment he exposed the big gap, he knocked in a counter blow and knocked it down.

I don't rely on the speed that could be Harold's biggest weapon. I thought that if I relied on it, I would eventually find myself in a situation that I could not deal with, but it was late.

So you need to hone your combat skills, or at the same time you need to figure out how far your technology works today. To that end, this admission test is worth one stone, two birds and three birds.

"It's a hassle to deal with one another. You don't mind if we call them all anyway, do you?

Though he thinks it's bad for selfish reasons, Harold continues to provoke them to give him all he can.

His mouth, good at stirring up opponents, was still in excellent shape today.

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"That's amazing, he..."

Describe the sight of Shannon standing next to Finn St. under his eyes as frightening. Awesome, the succinct word refers to a boy in black who plays a big stand against the Knights in the arena.

In contrast, Fincent returned only a small "oh".

Awesome indeed. Excellent, I would even say.

The boy prevents any attack accurately and decides to fight with almost a single blow when he attacks. I try to respond perfectly on both sides of the offense.

There's a boy under the age of 15 who's here for an entrance exam.

Shannon's leaked feelings are natural and correct. There is no room for disagreement.

But because of its perfection, Fincent feels very uncomfortable.

(What do you mean? too perfect)

The way a boy fights is something he can't do unless he knows his opponent's movements. It's not like an unsafe battle again.

Not to much fluency makes me wonder if it's like a pre-arranged killing squad.

This does not just make it possible to predict the opponent's attack. Avoiding one thing is not just comically avoiding it, but we continue to position ourselves to perform optimal evasion and defense in the next attack.

If that's not the prediction, it's hard to avoid all that futile motion and attack. I just think I always "know” how to get out of here with two or three hands.

I'm pretty sure the Knights have a decided form of battle. That mould is tapped into as a basis, especially for recruits the boy is dealing with.

After it is acquired, it passes in action and is optimized to suit your style of combat. Fincent himself has changed dramatically in his current mould compared to the original, but I'm pretty sure it's the basis for that.

Well, only a handful of the Knights are changing that much.

I mean, what are you trying to say, it's “weird” rather than “awesome” that a boy who's supposed to be an outsider is familiar with that type.

(Yes, it's crazy. It's impossible to fight that efficiently simply because you have strength and experience)

Then how is the boy making the impossible possible?

If possible, that boy has crossed swords with the Knights of the Holy King on the battlefield. It's not once or twice either, but many times enough to remember when to use moulds, fat muscles, combinations, magic, its kind, even the trivial behavior that triggers them.

Assuming that is the case, the danger that he belongs to the hostile forces is also well considered. If such a person were to come for an entrance exam, perhaps the purpose would be to dive inside the Knights' work activities.

"... Mr. Shannon, I'd like to ask you a favor"

"Please tell me what it is"

"I want the Knights of the Holy Kings to gather a record of the battles they have participated in over the past decade. Everything from large-scale engagements to one-detachment engagements to small-scale ones at the individual level."

"How long will it be due? It will take a little while to get to the team's personal combat record."

"I don't mind. While you're washing the records of a massive engagement, I need you to get it all together."

"I'm in awe"

Shannon bows his head respectfully. I usually want to smile bitterly at that politeness, but I wasn't in that mood right now.

It's been studied so much that it's possible to preface and offset the magic that activates it. We may also be exposed to habits that we don't even recognize.

It's easy to disqualify that boy and drive him back, but that's too dangerous. It's not something that can be thrown away very much.

Then I'll pull in here and find out where people belong while I monitor them. Maybe there are other intermediaries in him who have already broken into the Knights and the interior of the kingdom.

Then we'll use him to fry the others.

"I hope it's just a concern..."

"Did you say something?

"No, it's nothing. Shall we get back to work?"

"Yes."

Outside the window, they saw 20 black-clothed boys accomplishing a skip, and they went on to do paperwork again.