Tearmoon Empire Story

Episode 60: Swordsmanship Games 3 – Abel’s Battle

“We will now begin the seventh qualifying match. Abel Lemno-kun, Gain Lemno-kun, rise above the arena.”

Called to the voice of the referee, Abel exhaled small. Then, quietly go up the stairs of the arena and go to the center, pull out the sword and set up.

Standing in front of me, pinching a bladed practice sword, is the figure of my brother, who has been losing many times.

Tension caused tingling and sore stomach.

– But you can’t lose.

Put your sword firmly in place and stare at your brother, Gain Remno.

“Well, then, I’ll give it a shot at how much you’ve grown. My brother.”

A brother with a sword on his shoulder and a mean grin with Niyaniya. And, at the next moment, I’m suddenly stepping in and slashing him.

“Gu……”

The moment I take a heavy slaughter, I feel like I’m stuck.

A paralysis ran from both arms, threatening to take the sword off.

Though it’s crushing the blade, it’s a heavy metal sword. I won’t cut it if I hit it, but I can bruise it, and naturally the bone will break if it hits badly.

A few years ago, Abel remembered a bone pain broken by her brother and felt nature and her body harden.

“Well, I guess so. You, etc.”

Abel eats her teeth off, staring at her brother with contemptuous eyes.

– Gu, strong.

Men in their early teens have a big body growth after every year. Therefore, the age difference with my brother appears to be the difference in absolute power.

Like ridiculing Abel on the other side of the defense, Gain said.

“But you caught a good woman. Abel.”

“Huh?”

After matching his sword and sword, and creating a state of conflagration, Gain turned to Abel.

“You’re weak, I didn’t expect you to drop the Imperial Princess. Your father will be delighted.”

With an unproductive laugh, Gain moved his gaze behind Abel. There was Meer watching Abel’s game.

“Still, you were a lot of grown-ups today. Well, even if you say empire wisdom, you’re a kid, and I thought if you threatened him a little, you’d grow up, but you were right.”

“It’s…”

No, the denial word. Before it came up in my mouth, my brother’s words continued.

“If it means, for example, marrying Abel, let’s call him to my country. Let me stay a week or so, and I’ll stick with you in the meantime.”

Behind Abel’s brain, I think of my mother, my sister, and the maids of the castle.

“Hey, if you just give him a few painful eyes, he’ll grow up. That’ll be easier for you, too. As the Empire thinks…”

Abused, crudely, sometimes violently treated, the appearance of…, dark-eyed girlfriends overlap Meer.

The sound of the heart I was hitting earlier at a terrible speed slowed gradually, and I felt like the view in front of me was clear.

It hurts if you get hit with your brother’s sword, you might get hurt.

But it didn’t matter… I realized that there was something much more important than that.

“Brother.”

If you noticed, you had your mouth open.

Abel finds herself surprised by the chillness of the sound.

“Huh?

Gain also noticed that the tone had changed.

Draw a sword, take a break.

“I don’t care what you say about me. Be my guest. Although.”

said Abel as he slapped a sharp gaze at his brother.

“If you mean to say anything more that would disparage Princess Meer…”

She is forced to take away the brilliance of the Empire’s wisdom…

You can’t forgive me for that.

“If you say so? What?”

A gain that rocks a leech and sword with one hand. Staring calmly at that idiot’s firm attitude, Abel turns her setup to the top.

To the blow of the shaking grate, its structure to rub everything you can is the first structure of swordsmanship passed down to the Lemno royal family.

Attack faster than your opponent, focus only on that one point, don’t care about protection, attack one side at a time.

Seeing it, Gain makes a mockery of it again.

Because it was the first foundation on which those who started swordsmanship would learn.

“First place? Well, you probably are.”

Looking firmly at his brother, who could never defeat him, who would rebuild his sword in a spare manner, Abel breathed and vomited.

Set it up!

Dunn! and heavy steps all the way down the arena,

“I will never allow you to disparage her any more!

Wave your sword down at the same time as you scream.

The accelerating blade, under the light of day, turned into a glimmer of lightning.

The battle…, came in a flash.

“Heh… uhhh!

To the pain, a pitiful screaming gain. Make a sound, and the sword spills out of its hand.

On his shoulder, Abel’s sword was firmly in.

“There’s a battle!

The voice of the referee, shortly after, the arena is filled with cheers.

Shut up, it was Abel staring at his brother as he was being transported,

“Prince Abel!

I heard it from somewhere, the voice finally pulled me out of my shoulder.