Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Episode XI: The Landmark Youth and the Powerful Boy

"That's how this weapon was built."

A one-eared guard admires Gorge's man cry story as he freely wields the wooden sword handed to him by Sola.

The place is a square two kilometers south of the Wang capital. This place in the middle of the woods is also not well known locally and is unlikely to catch the eye, so you can train without the Chaff side knowing the operation.

The wooden sword, conceived by Sola, weighed half the weight of the iron sword, and the strength was high enough to do just a little scratching even when subjected to an iron sword swing down.

The tip of the sword is reinforced with iron along with the part of the blade in Rhulu's proposal, which has given rise to an interest in mechanics due to pressure molding, and is designed so that the speed of the sword is increased by centrifugal force.

"This is interesting. Light and sticky. And it's getting more subtle."

My buddies nod at the first burned squad member from their right elbow to make sure they are moulded for fun.

"I'd have to shake it pretty fast, but I'd be surprised if I saw it first"

The steadfast bareback squad member has a rotten left half of his face. I saw my people with their crooked but arc-drawn lips.

"He even prepared this stuff for me. We have to win at all costs and live up to expectations."

"Naturally. Let's do the ex-fucking-idiots.

Gorge drinks. The tannic ragged voice was full of thought.

"Victory over Lord Sola, victory over Lord Sola!

"Mr. Gorge, I'm a little annoyed"

Two colleagues slap me in the head and force me to shut my mouth.

"It's only fifteen days until duel day, so use your noisy health for training. Lord Sola is scared too."

"I don't think so. Come on, come on, let's start training. Form a formation."

Gorge rang his hand and gave instructions to everyone.

Gorges line up as he explained beforehand as Sora watched sitting in the shade of the tree.

It is the basic formation in which two before Sola and the remaining eleven are side-by-side in front of them and hold their enemies. Close to double the number of close protagonists is not acceptable to the opponent, but there are no other measures.

For this reason, training is conducted on the subject of increasing collaboration while streamlining the movement of individuals.

"The movement is unnatural. The angle may be loose when lowering. Pass the interval, remember the distance."

Sora imagines the movement on Chaff's side, skipping attention from the shade of the tree.

Sola grabs a glass bottle tied to her hips and signals as appropriate.

At the same time as Sola's decree, the Gorges accelerate their movements at once. The movement to complete the roles assigned to each was gradually approaching completion.

"─ Okay, I'm done with my training today. Take a break, then get ready to withdraw."

When Sola announced the end, the squadrons sat down to fall.

A recoil I trained to near the limit of my health, but no undelivered man used a wooden sword as a cane replacement. Assuming you did that, you'd be smashed around by your buddies.

"Shit. You look cute and forgiving."

A squad member lying on the big letter on Sola's side speaks up.

Sola threw him a dry cloth.

"I'm training you to stay out of the flames, so you can't help it."

"I'm sure you'll excuse me."

A squad member laughs bitterly as he remembers the flame bottle. At the same time he offered some sympathy to the Kingsguard.

Gorges are the ones most likely to wind up with flame bottles. I don't like being stared at by the National Army, so I intend to use it to avoid hitting the Kingsguard.

"A flame bottle is a substitute for walking. Gorge and his movements are the most important maneuvers, so your health is improving."

"What is that“ walk ”?

Gorge asks as he sits down next to Sola.

Sola looked at the ridges of the mountain that could be farther away just a little lonely.

"It's a play tool I've seen in my old dreams."

I looked up to the high sky with a voice that seeped through a sense of hope and loneliness that I didn't think was seven years old.

Plus I felt something unspeakable. Gorge looks up to the sky as well. I could see the eagle going in the void shining its wings for height.

"... what kind of dream is it?

"─ Secrets"

I said it briefly as Sora followed the eagle with her eyes.

But it was a good dream.

"... that was good. I hope you have a good dream again."

Sola pokes her elbow at Gorge's armpit, which she says stubbornly, and laughs flirtatiously at the lighting mix.

"I've already seen it. I'll show you."

"It is, it is. I'll be looking forward to it."

Gorge laughed and showed it with the same face.

After the break, the squadrons stand up with their wooden swords on their sheaths.

He walked down the road to the King's Capital to escort Sola centrally and reached Slam Street near sunset in the evening.

Might as well say ex-slam city.

The majority of them have burned down, so the blackened tools of life are rolling. There are no signs of people. It's not a habitable environment in the first place.

Originally there were supposedly more than five hundred Yakuzas and vagabonds, a place where they gathered dirty parts of the king's capital.

But even in places like that, or that's why they had dark gold gathered behind them.

Attacked by a group of fire scene bandits aimed at it, Slam Street turned into a sea of fire.

Thanks to the Gorges, more than a dozen people were killed, but the inhabitants of Slam Street, who were more the nose knobs of the King's capital than they were before, were driven away by hanging water where they slept on the street. Now, three years later, all the inhabitants of Slam City traveled to nearby towns and villages.

There are also places where the Gorges think in this group of ruins that have been made.

"The fire scene bandits who did this are now in Marquis Belze territory"

As Sora watched and taught the Gorges, her gaze gathered in unison.

"Did you get caught?

"Not yet. Turned the perimeter of the forestry city into dust and still lurks somewhere. It's a fuss to move the giant soldiers of Beltze."

"Are there giant soldiers out there? Then it's only a matter of time before you get caught."

Sola shook her head sideways at the optimistic prediction of the squad member.

"The Giant Soldiers are powerful, but they weren't able to turn to the rear and unleash their original power"

The Giant Soldiers looked all over their hands with city security and patrols. The Fire Grounds Bandits will have already moved their place of activity.

I don't think you want me to come to Kleinsert territory. It was Sola.

Sola, who was returning to the Kleinsert residence, was greeted by the deacon's rugged face.

"Dear Sola, please stay in your room until the people of the house go to call you"

"Is something wrong?

"The Patriarch is here"

"I see. Don't mess with me when I show my face."

Sora, who has connections with the Wizards, probably thought the opportunity was ruined because she showed her face.

Sola convinces herself to pull up to her room.

"Razette, do you have a non-slip glove?

"They arrived around noon. What do you use this stuff for?

Razette tilts her neck.

I guess you thought Sola had no use for not having the heart of a sword.

"To throw without worries."

Sora laughs mixed with Niyaniya and malice.

Having finished wearing the glove, and satisfied with its completeness, Sola listened to the footsteps approaching the room and looked at the door.

Not too long apart, the door to the room opens quietly.

"Please excuse me."

I don't recognize Sora in the face of that young man who came into the room with a no.

Thora, who doesn't trust the servants of the Kleinsert mansion, had a smile of acting mode from the beginning, but inside she was wary of the young man who had entered the room.

Shining blonde hair is as delicate as silk thread spinning in the light of the sun, its neat face with a smile does not attract people.

There is no waste in sophisticated tricks, but they contain playfulness that pleases people.

The visitor looked at Sola with a smile on her face.

- You've been watching me. Who the hell is this?

Sola also observed retribution without putting it on the table, but the visitor looked over the room when he took his eyes off Sola lightly, and his eyes just glowed when he found something interesting.

"You have a battle."

At the end of the young man's gaze was a game similar to chess, a tool for board battles.

Twelve different kinds of pawns per person on a board separated by twenty squares vertically and horizontally. It's a play of taking the other king side by side, but unlike chess and chess, the initial pawn placement has not been decided, and you can pawn as you like within your own formation before you start. It is also highly strategic, such as the concept of replenishment outside the self-service.

Though Sola was also a pride of honor, there was no one else to play around with, so it was something I could spare.

"What do you think, can't we have a fight?

Sola responded to the youth offer by fixing her smile.

Razette placed the plate on the desk, and Sola and the young man sat opposite each other.

"I wonder who it is. Is that what you think?

The young man asks Sola as he lines up his pawns for fun.

Sola places the pawn while creating a fun atmosphere. There is an approximate view of who the youth are.

"I'll let you know when the battle arrives."

"Fine."

Nor did the young man break his smile to Sora, who immediately said no.

"So let's get started"

The young man moved his first hand.

It is a widely known fixture, from early pawning to first hand.

It was thought that the opposing Sola would not be opponent from the point of view of the room with a haphazard from the pawn formation.

I guess the youth thought the same thing, an extra look. The expression of the youth also gradually changes as the play progresses.

A fixed mark is a way of moving an optimized pawn over time. Young people can't even see the gap that goes in because they are making the mark progress beautifully.

A little, another little, Sora's situation gets worse. Sola is a pawn arrangement that ignores the landmarks from the beginning, and many pawns are floating without progress or replenishment.

The young man's hand stopped when it was time to go on offense to end this uninteresting play.

"... what's wrong, your hands are stopped, right?

He sounded bored, and the young man saw Sola. Little opponents are slaughtering their stretches.

The young man glanced back on the board again, letting his hands turn right and left on his pawn.

I could see a future that would bounce back with every pawn I attacked.

The young man moves the pawn to the front line in an attempt to increase his aggression while conceiving, but Sola strengthens the line of defense without putting his hair down intermittently. Moving to strengthen the defensive line, the pawn is staring at the youth supply line. The young man now realized that it was a pawn arrangement that he could not have done without reading through where the supply line would have been built.

Youth rush to guard supply lines.

And the offense switched.

Sora builds a detour while nailing the youth's front line and raids the youth's main line.

To a force move that ignored the mark, the youth tore his hand into the defense of the main formation, while forcefully sacrificing to the pawns on the front line.

Both consume pawns. The offense is visibly replaced, snatching the center of the board and, if there is a gap, aiming an ambush at the opponent's position.

And it was the youth who controlled the fierce battle.

"You packed it"

"I'm here."

The youth laughed bitterly as Sora flaunted her shoulders in acknowledgment of her loss.

Even though it was on the board, it was scattered. It is each other who wants to say that we have come.

"So was it worthwhile for the bishop to visit you alone?

"Did you notice? Yeah, I figured I wouldn't die in a duel or something."

The young man takes his seat as he says.

Pope Reul, the position and name of the youth.

─ ─ A nasty opponent.

Reul looked at Sola with a smile on his face and thought. I never dream that the boy in front of me thinks the same thing, and the two think.

─ ─ How did you crush it?