Common Sense of a Warrior
Training
I opened my eyes.
At the same time, thoughts return to reality.
I stood up when it was my turn and took my sword.
As predicted, one man fell in the training field and the referee shouted out the name of the winner.
... Although there was no cheer or anything because there was no audience, the winner nonetheless stood proud.
A man serving as a referee called my name so as to change the air on this occasion.
And the other person's name.
Don't panic, but go up to the training area to keep them waiting.
In front of you, big man.
It was also a man whose forged out muscles showed an overwhelming presence and who was bigger than me in one turn or another.
I pull out the crushed sword of the blade for training.
She is such a little girl, but she pulled out her sword as well without looking insulted.
... for the opponent, no shortage.
That is how we stood each other, and the voice of the beginning of the judgment sounded.
Cancún Cancún, and the sword that crushed the training blade collide sounds.
The opponent's movements are powerful, but vice versa, a powerful sword muscle.
Watch your opponent's movements carefully and feel him breathing.
I move my body to deal with his movements ahead of me the moment I predict them that way.
... I fought back while avoiding my opponent's sword, thinking of the words I was always telling myself in a corner of my head.
The opponent took my sword with his sword.
If I continue to bump my swords together but lose strength, I quickly retreat.
And then again, he ran out in the nostalgia of his opponent.
The opponent rushes calmly at me, waving his sword.
I waved my sword at the right time, trying to take it with my sword.
The other guy gave me a surprised look for just a moment, but he immediately shook it off and shook it down as hard as he could.
A sword trident that looks quick and heavy, without any sweetness.
I do not accept the other person's power.
"Whoa...!
He flushed me like a good one, walked into the pocket of his disfigured opponent and waved him to beat him with a sword.
And place the sword on the neck of the opponent who fell into depression.
"... that's it! Winner, Mel!!
With the voice of the referee, I put my sword away.
Seven years early since your mother died.
... This is how I brush my sword arms every day.
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