My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

Coming nearby, I thought, "It's rough."

It was just that there was a sash there that kept looking and waving the stick of the tree against the sword.

Signs of anger emotions are strong.

The movement is cluttered.

You don't seem to think about it.

It's important to repeat it with no heart, but it works because it repeats "what it's made of". I can't help but repeat the bullshit I haven't molded.

My whole body scratched so much sweat that I guess it was made of blood beans and crushed. The cloth wrapped around my hands is stained with blood.

I guess you're motivated.

I can feel it for real, too.

As I said when it was "I want to be strong," that thought is rarely real.

Because otherwise, you won't be able to push yourself this far.

- But, nevertheless, I still care.

I couldn't help but watch, so I rang.

"Hey. Sash. The chimps there. Whoa. Whoa. Sashes that have numb upside-down hair. Sash like a chimp in an alley. Bad mouth and bad eye, Sash of the villain Zura. Sash with a bad mouth, eyes, and not a good sword arm. Sash with a suspicious sword talent. I mean, it feels like I saw it. Sashes that don't seem like I'm wearing a bare gesture at all. To put it bluntly, I'm not talented with swords, so I'm wasting my efforts."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu, you bastard!! I'll kill you!!

Oops.

Sash looked back and threw a stick of wood at him. I avoided it normally. Uh, dangerous. I couldn't afford to avoid it because I'm not talented. Good.

"I was calling because approaching you during training is dangerous. Did you finally hear that?

"I heard it from the beginning! I heard you and I ignored you! I'm the one who explained it unilaterally!

"Hey, I don't know what you're talking about, do you have a minute?

"You know exactly what I'm saying! I'm mad at you! There's nothing else!

Well, it sounds like Sash is mad at me for saying something I don't know, but that's good.

"I've got two or three things to say."

"You said two or three more things I'm sorry for!? Are you still with me?

No, I'm not getting to the point at all. Not yet.

One angry and calm down, the grumpy sash asks, "What the hell," as he wipes the sweat off his face.

"I've always wondered. I came to say that."

"Ah? What do you care?... Isn't that really what you just said? Bad mouth, bad eyesight, chimps, no sword talent."

No.

"Because I know that from anyone's eyes. You don't have to change it."

"... you're not seriously selling a fight, are you? I didn't come here to sell you a fight, did I? You're saying it in vegetables, right?

"I'm not as free as I am selling people a fight," she replied, smudging with a frightened face. "You're awesome." I don't think it's normal. Though it may not be as easy to understand as Sash.

"So I'm not talented with swords?

"I didn't feel it from me. Not at all."

"Don't hesitate to choose your words..."

"I doubted my sanity when I started training and stuff on my own without teaching anyone how to be talented and really want to be strong.... Huh? You're insane, aren't you? Does that feel insane?

"Choose a word for me. And stop poisoning the natural. Is that who you are?

Hmm. Well, maybe it's not unusual for me to say it.

"I don't think I'd tell them if they didn't care."

I'm not sure what I think of Sash either.

However, I'm sure you cared, and I don't think you're ever "someone else I don't care about" at the point of your concern.

I guess that's why I have something to say.

And I guess I'm telling you. Without choosing words. I don't think it matters enough to choose.

I'm not a Florentine, but maybe it means we're going through a tough trip together, we're having dinner together, and I'm having a lot of feelings, too.

"... so? Oh, my God. What I'm trying to say."

Oh, yeah, yeah. I don't care about self-analysis.

"That's when I said to you, 'You won't build me a weapon because you're weak.'"

"Oh. You said it. You're hurting me."

"Yeah, I don't care about that,"

"... you really don't care about me, do you?

I didn't say that earlier, so I don't even have to say it.

"Correct. You are not weak. I think it's strong."

"Huh?... That's good. I lost to the old man. You're right, it's weak. I already admitted it."

That's Sash's decision, and I have a different view.

Just.

Yeah, just.

"You're strong, but you're just stupid."

"Oh, okay. I got it. You came here to sell me a fight."

"Then that's it from me. Excuse me. - Ugh."

"I'm not gonna let you go, Cora."

They took my leg then, but now they grabbed my collar. Oh, my God. Are you still involved? It stinks.

"What? I said what I wanted to say."

"My errands are ready now."

Right. I don't want to hear it.

"It's easy to keep you bummed out."

Hmmm.... right. Given Sash's "qualities," it seems difficult to escape. A fight. Can you win?... I guess I can't.

"I just don't think you're normally just here to sell fights. So let me ask you why."

"Huh? You don't think you're stupid about yourself?

"Stupid, though! Anyway, I'm not learning or educating! I'm telling you why you thought that!

Oh, well.

Right.

I didn't realize it at all, so it seemed that way.

"Because it's not a sword."

"... ah?

"Your 'cultivation' has a spear. It's not a sword. You're moving fast, aren't you? Why don't you put that speed on your weapon?

…………

Oops.

Sash was grabbing his collar. Releasing his hand, he grabbed my shoulder and flipped it. Come on, I don't have a hobby for staring at men.... You look serious. This is not going to get away with it.

"Am I a spear? Is that a spear?

"In my view. Because you, the sword, are amateurs."

When I recall a battle with an old man that ended in an instant, it is true.

I know the whole thing from the side, but maybe that's something only the person wouldn't notice.

"Basically, there are three attack itineraries.

I'll take care of it.

Two, get an idea of the range of attack... move or intercept.

And attack on the third.

How quickly we do this and how much less itinerary it will make our way to a strong warrior "

... and I have learned and trained from my master to realize it.

"So, this is what happens when you separate the actions of Sash, who attacked the old man then.

One, set up.

II. Understanding the range of attacks.

III. Stand by.

IV. Attack.

You slowed down in front of your old man. I 'stood' to attack.

It even looked like it stopped due to a buoyancy difference. I mean, I didn't take advantage of the speed at all.

If we're going to make use of that 'material', I think it's a basic use of 'moving and attacking' at the same time. It feels like the attack will take place at the same time as we move. "

So it becomes a spear.

Seeing as the old man hung his leg and rolled away, Sash's "nourishment" is not instant travel. My weight is on when I travel.

In other words, "the tip hits with a sharp protrusion" is all it takes to attack. Because the speed of travel is increased on the attack.

The horrible thing is that even if that's an immature spear, you can expect as much damage as most demons can inflict fatal injuries.

Simply put, because you can even aim a sharp, heavy, fast spear blow directly in front of you.

Besides, the better the spear is handled, the more it stretches. Even though it is strong at the immature stage, it still has to be stretched.

Even if you don't have the talent for spears, just like a sword, if you have a desire to be strong in Sash and a good master who teaches you spears, you only have the possibility to be strong. We're in a weak state in the first place, there's no reason to be any weaker.

- It was a little cumbersome, but I tried to explain it properly.

Yes, I was curious.

I wonder why you're not choosing the best weapon that fits your "qualities" of spears and trying to be strong with your sword.

"It felt like I saw it again. Because the talent of the sword... was just swinging at my mercy. I'm wasting so much effort on blood beans that I feel sorry for you if I don't make myself clear. If you want to do it, think more efficiently, so that you can converge your whole body into a sword blow."

"Enough talking about the sword! No talent. Okay, that's enough!

"I think bare hands are stronger than anything. I think we can probably attack from the move that way. You've done this before, haven't you? You had a fight or something by weaving 'Maternity' in, right? Thinking of your short-circuited thoughts, I guess spears can be used with the same reasoning that beats you toward a straight line. Spears that stick in a straight line are also personally oriented."

"You rap! faceless and pale! Was that the guy to talk to?!?

"I thought I should say it at this time. I don't know when I'm gonna talk to you next."

"You're in the mood!

"He's got a bad mouth, and it's gonna upset me to talk properly."

"No, you're probably right now!? You're politely cursing me though!? I can't stop! I don't know where the rambling stays!?

"And basically, I don't really want to talk to Sash or anything. I'm going to bring you all the trouble. I wonder if I want to keep a moderate distance in the future. Thank you for that."

"Okay. Seriously, I'm gonna kill you one day."

- Yeah.

Finally, we spent some time together on that hellish carriage trip, back to Sash I know. Now the twisted emotions would have been somewhat loose. Ordinary mind is important.

If you rock your emotions so much, you won't repeat them again.

For nothing, you wouldn't run into unscrupulous training that would brush your body down for nothing.

Oh, boy. I'm tired of saying so many things you don't have to say.