Artoria the Big Liar

Before I asked any questions, Mordred asked for me: "What's going on? Did Yoshikawa-san do something? If he really did something, he should have dropped out of school long ago, right?"

"Hmph!" Narita Yuki let go of his hand, but still stared at Yoshikawa Qingcheng.

"The thing is like this..." Matsui Satoshi explained, "About half a year ago, during a club activity, Mr. Yoshikawa had a conflict with some people outside the school. At that time, there was a girl... how should I put it, it should be I misunderstood some words of classmate Yoshikawa, so I got involved in that conflict. Those people outside the school didn’t know how to be sympathetic, so the poor girl suffered a brain injury, and she is still lying in the hospital until today. Wake up. Parents wash their faces with tears every day, and those people outside the school have only sporadic property, which is completely irreparable. And our instigator..."

"Thank you for your explanation, Matsui-san."

I directly interrupted Matsui Satoshi.These yin and yang weirdness just to vent their emotions are [-]% nonsense.

I stared at Yoshikawa Aonari.Even though he was much taller than me, he still lowered his head at this moment, as if he was enduring other people's gazes, not daring to meet my gaze——from his performance, I knew that things were not that simple.

Mordred was right, if those gangsters really did something, no matter what Yoshikawa Qingcheng's original intentions were, the school would definitely expel him in order to calm public opinion.Even if the school endured the pressure of public opinion, as long as the girl's parents did not approve, Yoshikawa Qingcheng himself would not stay in the school, but voluntarily dropped out of school.

No matter how you look at it, this is a tricky trouble.However, in order to form a community, I can only hold my nose and admit it.

"Yoshikawa-san. My sister-in-law and I are transfer students who have just entered the school. I am not very interested in these past events. I can't promise you anything, and I don't want to get involved in your private affairs. But at least in the HEMA department, you You can learn a lot. If there is a next time, you can also deal with those people outside the school with just a wooden long sword."

"Student Youya, do I still have to choose now?" The corner of Yoshikawa Qingcheng's mouth was pulled into an arc, mocking and helpless. "You made such a big battle just to pull me into your club. If I refuse, can I still hang out in this school?"

"Even if you join, you won't be able to get along." I said bluntly. "The HEMA department is a school club. Since it is a school club, it not only teaches swordsmanship, but also kendo. I think you, a native Japanese, know the difference between swordsmanship and kendo better than I do. In the kendo club, a A member should learn how to be a samurai. In the modern fencing department, a member should learn how to be a gentleman or a lady. In the HEMA department, a member should learn how to be a knight. Want to continue Goofing around, wanting to muddle along in the shadow of the past, I can tell you bluntly—impossible. A knight cannot be a coward, especially a coward who dare not face the past—a knight must face up to his own weakness.”

Yoshikawa Qingcheng pursed his lips and did not answer.

He probably really felt that he was unlucky?I was trying to be a member of the Homecoming Department, but this kind of thing happened to me.

However, under pressure, he finally nodded and agreed.

"Okay...so be it. I'll just join..." With the attention and witness of everyone, Yoshikawa Qingcheng is unlikely to regret it in the future. "Student Youya, I have other things to do, can you let me go now?"

"Thank you for your understanding and joining, Yoshikawa-san. What I said was a bit heavy, I hope you will forgive me."

"How dare I..."

With a casual wave of his hand, Yoshikawa Qingcheng left the Kendo Club activity room.

However, today's matter is not over yet.

All things come with a price.I borrowed the armor of the modern fencing department and the activity room of the Kendo department, so naturally I have to pay the corresponding price—now, it is time for me to pay the price.

"Then, as agreed... Narita-san, Matsui-san, which one of you will come first?"

Narita Yuki and Matsui Satoshi looked at each other, and finally Narita Yuki stepped forward and came to me: "Let me go first..." Afterwards, Narita Yuki put on the kendo helmet, with both hands Holding the bamboo bag knife tightly, he bowed solemnly and said, "Please give me more advice, classmate Youya!"

"Please advise me." According to modern British etiquette, I just bowed slightly.

Then, both sides took their positions, and the battle began like this.

...And, in less than 3 minutes, the competition was over.

The final result was 15 to 0.I don't have any water.It is not this result that is abnormal.

The opponent is just a kendo enthusiast.Even if you have received serious training in a kendo gym, an amateur is still an amateur.

Anyway, my sword skills are slightly higher than Lancelot's.It would be a shame if you could get one hit even in a competition with high school amateurs.

What's more, Mordred is still watching the battle. In front of her, I can't let go.

Moreover, the advantage of European long swords against Japanese swords is too great.Long swords generally have a total length of 1.3 meters, and Japanese swords generally have a total length of 1.1 meters, which is a lot longer. The difference in the shape of the gauntlet/sword makes it easier for the long sword to control the opponent.As long as the Japanese sword misses a hit, it will be quickly regulated and locked by the long sword, and then lose the qualification to fight.This is just a bamboo sword versus a plastic long sword. If it is a real soldier duel, the center of gravity of the long sword with a weighted ball is more reasonable and easier to control. The release of tricks, feints, and blocks is also more random-these emphasize interactivity. The moves are all Japanese swords that emphasize reaction and speed, which cannot be dealt with.

Narita Yuki took off his helmet and bowed again according to the etiquette of kendo, and I also returned the bow with the knight's salute.

"Sure enough, the gap is too big..." Narita Yuki asked helplessly. "Student Youya, you are only in the first year of high school, right? How did you become so good? My father has been training me since I was six years old, and I am not lazy. How could I lose so thoroughly..."

"The intensity is different. If Narita-san has received training at my intensity, it will not be difficult to reach this level."

This is the truth.Any self-motivated person who practiced against the existence of the knights of the round table every day would definitely improve his level greatly.After a small success in swordsmanship, he will be able to reach the realm of a master within two years if he practice against a super genius like Lancelot.If there is a match between Lancelot and Lancelot, Camelot will definitely have his place at the round table.

The corner of Narita Yuki's mouth twitched, and finally he backed off without saying anything.

Matsui Satoshi stepped forward with his sword in hand.

Compared with Japanese swords, sabers are much more difficult to handle.Because it is used with one arm, it is also long enough, so that the actual attack distance of the saber is longer than that of the long sword-this can be seen from the elimination of the long sword by the swift sword, the ancestor of the saber.Moreover, the saber is extremely tough and light, so the feints and blocks of the long sword cannot exert their due effects.

However, I shaved the fencing minister's head anyway.

It does not rely on changes in moves, but the speed and responsiveness like modern fencing, grasping the flaws and winning with one blow.

The reason is the same as Narita Yuki.An amateur is an amateur after all, just standing there is full of flaws, his reaction speed is far behind, and his grasp of distance and space is also lacklustre.Overall, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

"What an exaggeration... Is this really something humans can do..."

After watching the competition between Satoshi Matsumoto and me, Yuki Narita murmured softly.

Not only him, but other members of the Kendo Department and the Modern Fencing Department present were also whispering and whispering.

In their view, this is as incredible as the old Mauser with machine sights defeating the AWM equipped with optical sights in a shooting competition.

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After saying a few polite words, returning the armor and field, Mordred and I left the school early.

Although the act of shaving the heads of two heads of sword clubs will attract heated discussions, I don't pay much attention to it at the moment. After all, it's just a trivial matter between high school clubs. Trouble.

Mordred and I walked back with our long swords on our backs.Considering Japan's relatively strict arms control laws, even the long swords made of plastic are wrapped in cloth to avoid trouble.

Mordred probably didn't care either.Because when she was walking on the road, she asked a question from another direction: "Father, are you planning to recruit him as a new knight by saying that to that Yoshikawa Qingcheng?"

"I'm no longer king, Mordred. It's just a new recruit for the society."

"Then why did you say those things? I think it's better to be ambiguous? Anyway, it's just a high school student, anyway, it's just a club, and it's still in the name of a fan. It's a better choice to reserve the words?"

"Mordred, play a role with your heart. Do you think it is appropriate for someone like me to say ambiguous things at that time? Is this consistent with my character and previous behavior? Obviously not. Then, For these unimportant trivial matters, if you deal with them according to your own habits, you will save a lot of trouble, and it will not make people feel gloomy and hypocritical."

As with any great scam, it's done at the last moment.

The same is true for performances. An actor who is shackled by the script and the director cannot become a good actor, because the performance is too fake, and even the drama becomes fake. A good stage play turns into a poor performance by a third-rate troupe. The gain outweighs the loss.

"But... Didn't the father say that he is no longer a king? Why do you want to demand the other party as a knight?"

"Just trying to play a knight, not really becoming a knight. It's like a child's play house, right? Wielding a stick or a toy, saying something that adults can't understand, and treating yourself as the legend who defeated the dragon As a hero, cultivate your courage and hone your will. Maybe one day in the future, the once child can really grow into a great hero."

"Is that so..."

In fact, Mordred is like this. I remember all the childish words she said when she was a child.

Unexpectedly, after only a few years of education, she has grown from a child who was riding on my shoulders and said she would become the greatest knight in the world to one who is able to take charge of one's own affairs, internal affairs, foreign affairs, military affairs, and strategy. the knight.

Acting out the act itself is a form of learning.Just like wild animals will imitate their mother's hunting posture.

Following the route, Mordred and I went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner, breakfast and lunch.

However, when the dusk fell on the street and the pedestrians on the road gradually increased, I passed a special girl.

At this moment, I stopped.Turn around and look for the girl's back in the crowd.

It was a girl who was like ashes.

The girl's height is not much different from mine, but she looks taller.It was already dusk in the sky, but the short hair reflected silvery moonlight.Those slender and slender hands were pale and bloodless, as if she had never lived under the sun.It was summer, and her lower body was in a skirt, but her upper body was wrapped in a thick black overcoat.People come and go on the road, everyone is moving towards their goals, but she hesitates and hesitates, like a ghost, wandering in the world, not knowing where she is going or where she is.

"What's the matter, Father?"

"Mordred, follow."

In the crowd, I followed the girl, through the crowd, through the street until the sun went down and night fell.

Finally, in an old and desolate alley, the girl stopped.She turned slightly, the light shone on her side face, making her golden eyes reflect the light like stars.

"I've been following you for so long, how long are you going to follow? Are you waiting until dawn?"

Such skin, such pupils, and such hair color are really too abnormal.

I am an anomaly myself, attracted by this group of anomalies, I have gone too long and gone too far without knowing it.

Mordred was still behind me.In the process of following, she barely made any sound.

This gave me a little peace of mind.Although I am very confident in my own strength, it is always a good thing to have more helpers.

I squinted my eyes and observed her under the streetlight, fully prepared for the battle.

"...Who are you?" I asked.

"I should ask you this question, right?" The girl smiled lightly, as hazy as moonlight.But her next tone broke the tranquility, and inexplicably added a rustic tone. "Besides, you don't even know who I am, and you still follow me? Is there a mistake? Is there something wrong with your head?"

"You are no ordinary human being."

"Tsk..."

The girl squinted her eyes, and her breath seemed to become dangerous.

... Even so, my intuition tells me that she is actually not that powerful.

Intuition indeed.The dragon is the existence standing at the top of all life.This extreme status gave Long Chao extraordinary senses.Whether it is hearing, smell, touch, or taste, they all belong to the top level.And the sixth sense, that is, intuition, as the sense of soul and consciousness, naturally far exceeds the standard of human beings.

I trust that instinct.Ever since becoming Artoria, this intuition has never been missed.

"Looking at you, you are a Dead Apostle, right?" I subconsciously judged. "Also known as a vampire. Brazenly walking the streets at dusk, instead of hiding from surveillance cameras everywhere in the dark and living a secluded life like a sewer rat, you should not be an ordinary Dead Apostle... Is it a magician who became a Death Apostle? Or has a special ability?"

"Whether I am a Dead Apostle has anything to do with you? And, do you really think that I have to answer your question?"

"Don't you want to answer... Unfortunately, I can't let you go, at least I have to control you."

Saying that, I took a step forward.The power of the dragon unfolded instinctively, and the shrunken vertical pupils stared at the girl.I walked slowly, one step at a time, towards the girl, following the fear I had built up in the slaughter and slaughter of the past.

Sure enough, the girl panicked, she took two steps back, and then said in a panic: "... Hey, come on, I'm really not a dead disciple. Those things are dead things without a heartbeat, right? I'm definitely alive People, the heart can beat, how could they be dead disciples?"

"That... sister, she really doesn't seem to be a Dead Apostle." Mordred gave evidence in due course. "Let's not talk about anything else, there will be a bloody smell on the Dead Apostle, right? She really doesn't have one, only a burning smell."

"But she is indeed not an ordinary human being."

I stopped, squinted, and watched the girl.

Then, he took out the plastic long sword used in this club activity from behind.

Because it is made of plastic, it does not have any metal texture under the street lamp, nor does it have the unique sharpness of frontal weapons.But anyone who has fought can recognize the fragility of this plastic long sword. It seems that it will break if it is swung casually.

At the sight of the sword, the girl's nervousness disappeared immediately and turned into mockery.She also squinted her eyes and looked at me.

"What is that? A toy? Huh? Are you just looking down on me like that? Let me tell you, there is a limit to contempt, right? Even if I'm really not very good, there's no need to insult me ​​with this kind of thing? You... ...Do you want to die like this?"

"For me, a plastic long sword is enough."

The red dragon's magic melting furnace was activated immediately, and the surging magic power expanded from the heart to the whole body.

The sticky darkness immediately wrapped the plastic long sword, and the scarlet magic power danced and burned on the sword.

The opponent is not very strong, I don't need to summon the armor.With this toy alone, I can defeat the girl in front of me.

I moved forward slowly, the long sword was held by me casually, the darkness dripped on the ground like grease, causing corrosion and poisoning, and the dark red magic power fueled by the darkness continued to burn, like the fire of the abyss, seemingly forever won't go out.

Seeing me use "magic power release", the girl seemed to change her face, and her face immediately returned to the previous panic.

"...Wait! What are you doing! You... are you not a human being at all? Are you embarrassed to say me? If I am really a Dead Apostle, what are you? A demon? Are you kidding me!"

"That...sister, do you want to calm down first? She doesn't seem to have done anything?"

I stopped.I didn't expect Mordred to persuade me too.

Maybe because I thought I would really chop off the girl's head?After all, when I was fighting before, I always cut people first, and then asked the living people.

But I said from the beginning, I just want to control her.I won't do anything to her until I know enough information.

The girl saw me stop, and hurriedly yelled——

"That's right! I didn't do anything! I just walked on the street without harming anyone! Why should I be treated like this? Just because I'm not an ordinary person, you want to kill me? Please be reasonable. Bar!"

"I said, I want to control you."

"What do you mean by control! Do you want to tie me up? I don't know you, so how could I agree casually!"

It seems to be the case.It was because I didn't speak clearly, so that the other party misunderstood.

After thinking about it, I stopped releasing the magic power.Along with that, the flames dripping from the ground also stopped burning.It's just that the plastic long sword is really not durable, it has been corroded badly, as if soaked in sulfuric acid for a few seconds, it has lost its use value.

"Then say your name."

"...Jeanne." Maybe because I didn't know who this name referred to, the girl deliberately slowed down and said her full name: "Jeanne Darc! That's Jeanne Darc! It's my name! I already said my name, can you let me go?"

"Joan of Arc?" I guessed.

And the girl immediately said in a loud voice like a cat stepping on its tail: "I am not a saint! I am a witch, a witch! Do you think I look like a saint! Shouldn't a saint be a saint?" Is it shiny and golden? How can I look like this!"