Seiun wo Kakeru

Age I succeeded in showing my personal martial arts.

The other villagers highly valued Age's Judo skills.

A large number of humans greet Age with applause and praise.

They all complimented me greatly for relentlessly throwing the intrusive Ghazir.

Even as an age, I had no good feelings for Gazir.

But that's not why it's good to let you get hurt.

It's not going to be a problem, and I'm just horrified.

"I was worried it would be too much..."

"The one that upsets the celebration place is good for the pain in the eye."

"Is that good?

"I don't care, whoever doesn't forgive me, I'll forgive you."

is about Nazioni, the lord.

Now that we have the Lord's ink, we can move on without fear of retaliation.

Now, the question is, will these series of disturbances be a way to deter the battle on the island?

Not at all. Not at all.

Even if there was one strong man, that would not be a reason why there would be no war or strife.

Fighting and strife jump across those elements and occur with emotional problems.

It's irrelevant if it's a battle for the whole island, even if there are fewer humans who tease the village of Siena.

So as for Age, we needed to make him think that if we defy the lord the village of Siena takes on, we could never win.

I mean, you appeal to the emotion of fear, not just intentions.

Nevertheless, Age has opposed making weapons per se for a long time.

Even though this demonstration, it is still undesirable in itself to make weapons.

There's nothing you can do if you're going to use a fork of agricultural tools that you use to move hunting, cutting axes, or leaves.

After worrying, Age eventually decided to use tools other than weapons to still take the means to show his power.

Is there a way to do that?

There's only one thing that came to mind for Age.

But it seemed like a very powerful way.

What Age holds in her hand is a litter.

(10) It is an axe that is also used to pay for branches and cut firewood.

Compared to the fact that the Japanese knife is built for cleavage like a willow blade knife, Xu deserves a Chinese knife.

The tip of the blade is thin and sharp, but the fundamentals are suitable for tapping off rather than pulling thick and cutting.

Sturdy and cleavage, it is an instrument of increased armament in terms of power.

Using that tool, Age was going to demonstrate a helmet split.

Splitting a helmet is also known as a bowl test.

Famous for bowl trials would be the Heavenly Split Helmet, which went before Emperor Meiji.

When Keikichi Sakahara went to Emperor Meiji using Tongtatsu, he said a cut in depth of five minutes (1.5 cm) was entered.

If people were actually wearing it, it would be the depth that would break their skulls.

Other than that, two swordsmen had tried and failed to crack their helmets.

Sakahara's skill and his reputation are immovable.

What was used to try the bowl was an inherently fine steel helmet.

It's also a delicacy made by a ringing armorer, but in the first place, people on this island don't know how hard a steel helmet is, and as an age, they've never built a fine helmet or anything like that.

So even on the island I decided to put aside a fine bronze helmet and use it.

Age has no skill as a swordsman, but this time he had the advantages and disadvantages of tools for that matter.

"Look at that glow in the helmet that's being placed. That's quite a delicacy..."

"It seems that Master Nazioni made the bronze artisan make a point. I don't know if you can give me a shot."

"What's that blade that the groom's blacksmith has? thick and bitter."

Bronze is well maintained, very beautiful.

The way it shines golden is so refreshing that it tastes more refreshing than gold, and some people prefer it to the way it glitters.

In contrast, the beard of Age did not reflect the light black, and it looked very plain.

Everyone looks, bronze helmets look better.

The visual effects around here did what Age expected.

But there was only one big miscalculation as Age.

For Age, Xu is an instrument used in agriculture and forestry.

This is the unique Japanese shape of a tool called "Xu", which deserves an axe in terms of classification in Japan.

Overseas, however, it is classified as a weapon called a sword.

Age's assumptions, mistakes from stereotypes, have led Age to think she's using weapons now.

The bronze helmet is fixed to the top of the table.

When Age stood in front of him, she stood slightly open in her legs.

Without a shudder, silence filled the place.

Everyone has forgotten to blink and see the sight ahead.

Age is accustomed to treating herring.

Raising the blade muscle is also a favorite, accustomed to using a hammer or axe.

Still nervous, my breath went up.

Will it really succeed?

It was a bump production.

If there had been no sign of war, we would have ended up showing off our judo moves, without a rush like this.

If this fails, maybe there will be a war.

No, without having to do just that, wouldn't that be a reason to see the iron tools themselves as less valuable?

With that in mind, I can't resist reluctantly and float.

Oh, if this is the case, you should have asked a powerful Filippo, not yourself......

Were the swordsmen who had been seen by Emperor Meiji in those days under severe tension as well?

But we have to.

We can't go back.

Take deep breaths over and over again, inhale big......

I swung it big over my head - I put it down.

Gunn! and a loud noise sounded.

A big shock runs in Age's hand.

There was a definite response to severing the metal.

"Whoa!"

"... ok"

"Awesome, Mr. Age!

Unwrapping her remnants, Agee held her fist quietly in her hips.

Beautiful and prestigious bronze helmet - the vertex part was split brilliantly.

On top of that, I don't see one blade wreck in my hand.

It was the result of the meeting.

Unexpectedly, Age's mouth grins with garlic.

Age unfixes the helmet and shows it to the participants in turn.

The participants took the helmet, saw its cross section, and everyone lost their words, impressed, and weakened.

"Age, you're brilliant."

"It's not about the arms, it's about the tools, Mr. Franco"

"Sa, left-handed... Um, I knew it was excellent, but I don't think so."

"Kuhaha, don't do it! That's my stepson!

Boso and Nazioni spared it, though I can't get this many helmets.

If it's that valuable, I don't want you to offer it.

Couldn't it be done with a splendid helmet just on the outside for a spectacle?

No, isn't it still appealing if it's not of better quality than it is seen for the hands?

"Mr. Zilva, this is the power of iron. How about that?

"That's a horrible cut. If it were a battle, you would be slaughtered and ambushed without the art of exchange. … and at worst, we could be dealing with weapons like this."

"I don't want to make tools for killing people if I can. I just hope not."

"Not at all. Even with me, I want to avoid fighting if I can....... It was a great job. I want to show them to everyone in the village."

Zilva's eyes had a mix of frightening colors.

In the first place, only a limited number of people can even wear such bronze helmets.

If you take a blow alive, you won't have one.

If, having understood the stupidity of fighting so much, we were to still choose to contend, the only fate awaiting would be ruin.

Jilva was now desperate and should have been thinking about how their village could stop fighting.

And that goes beyond the village of Qwara alone.

The village chief of Vanguard, who was aggressive against the war, was also silent.

Age's purpose was achieved.

All I had to do was pray that each one of them was rational and would take the right choice.