Chapter 502: 502
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--Oniisama... what are you trying to show me...?
Eshar watched over the actions of the Sions without knowing anything.
Throughout this period, why is it a sword game?
What are we going to do with it?
Isn't it just that the genius isn't exposed?
It is not necessary to show it again and confirm it. Because that's what everyone knows.
Theon Saul Sankland is a sword genius.
Besides, it's Prince Abel. A mortal unlike Theon.
What the hell is\ 36112; showing me where to knock it down...?
--I don't suppose you're going to break my heart...
The most understandable motive is to boast that the right to inherit the throne belongs to me, but I don't think my brother would do such a thing.
--So, what the hell is going on?
In front of Eshar, who leaned into doubt... Theon and Abel confronted each other with their swords.
Well, let's get started.
Abel shook his sword in a grand manner. That stance is unchanged, without shaking..., as usual.
"It's the same, Abel. Ever since the day of that swordsmanship tournament..."
"This is the only one. I have no talent or dexterity like you."
To the answer, Theon looks a little reluctant.
"I don't know... I don't know about talent, but I've been thinking lately that I'm not that clever. So....."
Theon lowers his sword. Lower your arms and lower your sword horizontally to the ground....
"Do you want me to be the same as you were then...."
"I see... After that, I have exchanged swords several times... but today is officially going to be a continuation of that day..."
"If you're here, you won't have to worry about rain. Nothing gets in the way. Let's do it until we feel like it."
The words prompted Abel to tighten his expression.
Take a deep breath... slowly exhale...
Goddamn!
It was Abel who set it up with the voice of temper.
The sight was familiar to the Sankland nobles.
The sword of Prince Theon is a sword of genius.
I can take all of the opponent's attacks, determine their abilities, make a gap, and collapse...
It is the sword of the overwhelming mighty.
King's sword intercepts the opponent with plenty of room.
Abel struck through their carelessness with a single blow... as they watched with some sort of carelessness.
It's a stupid, no-nothing rush.
And those who knew not the sword laughed at it immaturely.
Distraction due to youth. Alternatively, it is an exposition of the anxiety of everyone who has confronted the strong.
But Dion Alia laughed brilliantly at it.
"Yeah, it's pretty... It's a good sword without a doubt."
As if to prove the word, Abel jumped in between and shook down his sword as he stepped sharply.
Basically a very faithful blow, which is as sophisticated as running water... but as heavy as a falling waterfall.
Ringing and sharp clashes spread to the venue like ripples, and immediately afterwards came silence.
People breathe and feel.
This is... just a little bit of fun.
"That's right... More powerful, isn't it?
Abel's slashing, which I've seen many times. Take it from the front and bring it to Tsubagaku, and Zion smiles with a smile.
"It's no big deal. However, even if I didn't abandon him, I wanted to be able to leave the assassin the other day alone."
That said, Abel increased the pressure of the sword. Keep hunting down Theon at once.
But... it doesn't move.
That's exactly what challenged the castle wall... Abel pulls backwards to regain his posture in front of a cylon that doesn't move a step forward like a giant wall. While pulling, don't forget to shoot an unmistakable blow to prevent Theon from being pursued. But....
"That's rough, Abel. An inadvertent attack can be fatal."
It was in Theon's calculations.
He moved forward as if he was aiming for clarity. As he stepped in, he slashed Abel's sword.
Kh!
Abel moans with a small voice.
A rigid blow that would be comparable to your own swinging down. A sword bounced from the front and a numbness slightly running to the arm.
So Abel understood.
Theon wants to meet from the front.
"I see... If you're going to fight Meer, have you decided this is the right way to do it?
"If you don't meet from the front, you won't be satisfied? As I was taken from Meer."
Seeing Theon's eyes when he spoke arrogantly..., Abel ran cold on his spine.
It was a war that I had forgotten.
Why did you forget such a natural thing?
Is that because we started training together? How many battles have you had?
I was unaware of the untouchable fact that the opponent, Theon Saul Sankland, was an undisputed genius...
"Oh dear... This must be fought to death....."
"Fight for what's important to each other. Otherwise, there would be no point."
Abel tightens his expression to the words.
The battle had just begun.
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--Oniisama... what are you trying to show me...?
Eshar watched over the actions of the Sions without knowing anything.
Throughout this period, why is it a sword game?
What are we going to do with it?
Isn't it just that the genius isn't exposed?
It is not necessary to show it again and confirm it. Because that's what everyone knows.
Theon Saul Sankland is a sword genius.
Besides, it's Prince Abel. A mortal unlike Theon.
What the hell is\ 36112; showing me where to knock it down...?
--I don't suppose you're going to break my heart...
The most understandable motive is to boast that the right to inherit the throne belongs to me, but I don't think my brother would do such a thing.
--So, what the hell is going on?
In front of Eshar, who leaned into doubt... Theon and Abel confronted each other with their swords.
Well, let's get started.
Abel shook his sword in a grand manner. That stance is unchanged, without shaking..., as usual.
"It's the same, Abel. Ever since the day of that swordsmanship tournament..."
"This is the only one. I have no talent or dexterity like you."
To the answer, Theon looks a little reluctant.
"I don't know... I don't know about talent, but I've been thinking lately that I'm not that clever. So....."
Theon lowers his sword. Lower your arms and lower your sword horizontally to the ground....
"Do you want me to be the same as you were then...."
"I see... After that, I have exchanged swords several times... but today is officially going to be a continuation of that day..."
"If you're here, you won't have to worry about rain. Nothing gets in the way. Let's do it until we feel like it."
The words prompted Abel to tighten his expression.
Take a deep breath... slowly exhale...
Goddamn!
It was Abel who set it up with the voice of temper.
The sight was familiar to the Sankland nobles.
The sword of Prince Theon is a sword of genius.
I can take all of the opponent's attacks, determine their abilities, make a gap, and collapse...
It is the sword of the overwhelming mighty.
King's sword intercepts the opponent with plenty of room.
Abel struck through their carelessness with a single blow... as they watched with some sort of carelessness.
It's a stupid, no-nothing rush.
And those who knew not the sword laughed at it immaturely.
Distraction due to youth. Alternatively, it is an exposition of the anxiety of everyone who has confronted the strong.
But Dion Alia laughed brilliantly at it.
"Yeah, it's pretty... It's a good sword without a doubt."
As if to prove the word, Abel jumped in between and shook down his sword as he stepped sharply.
Basically a very faithful blow, which is as sophisticated as running water... but as heavy as a falling waterfall.
Ringing and sharp clashes spread to the venue like ripples, and immediately afterwards came silence.
People breathe and feel.
This is... just a little bit of fun.
"That's right... More powerful, isn't it?
Abel's slashing, which I've seen many times. Take it from the front and bring it to Tsubagaku, and Zion smiles with a smile.
"It's no big deal. However, even if I didn't abandon him, I wanted to be able to leave the assassin the other day alone."
That said, Abel increased the pressure of the sword. Keep hunting down Theon at once.
But... it doesn't move.
That's exactly what challenged the castle wall... Abel pulls backwards to regain his posture in front of a cylon that doesn't move a step forward like a giant wall. While pulling, don't forget to shoot an unmistakable blow to prevent Theon from being pursued. But....
"That's rough, Abel. An inadvertent attack can be fatal."
It was in Theon's calculations.
He moved forward as if he was aiming for clarity. As he stepped in, he slashed Abel's sword.
Kh!
Abel moans with a small voice.
A rigid blow that would be comparable to your own swinging down. A sword bounced from the front and a numbness slightly running to the arm.
So Abel understood.
Theon wants to meet from the front.
"I see... If you're going to fight Meer, have you decided this is the right way to do it?
"If you don't meet from the front, you won't be satisfied? As I was taken from Meer."
Seeing Theon's eyes when he spoke arrogantly..., Abel ran cold on his spine.
It was a war that I had forgotten.
Why did you forget such a natural thing?
Is that because we started training together? How many battles have you had?
I was unaware of the untouchable fact that the opponent, Theon Saul Sankland, was an undisputed genius...
"Oh dear... This must be fought to death....."
"Fight for what's important to each other. Otherwise, there would be no point."
Abel tightens his expression to the words.
The battle had just begun.
--Oniisama... what are you trying to show me...?Eshar watched over the actions of the Sions without knowing anything.Throughout this period, why is it a sword game?What are we going to do with it?Isn't it just that the genius isn't exposed?It is not necessary to show it again and confirm it. Because that's what everyone knows.Theon Saul Sankland is a sword genius.Besides, it's Prince Abel. A mortal unlike Theon.What the hell is\ 36112; showing me where to knock it down...?--I don't suppose you're going to break my heart...The most understandable motive is to boast that the right to inherit the throne belongs to me, but I don't think my brother would do such a thing.--So, what the hell is going on?In front of Eshar, who leaned into doubt... Theon and Abel confronted each other with their swords.Well, let's get started. Abel shook his sword in a grand manner. That stance is unchanged, without shaking..., as usual."It's the same, Abel. Ever since the day of that swordsmanship tournament...""This is the only one. I have no talent or dexterity like you."To the answer, Theon looks a little reluctant."I don't know... I don't know about talent, but I've been thinking lately that I'm not that clever. So....."Theon lowers his sword. Lower your arms and lower your sword horizontally to the ground...."Do you want me to be the same as you were then....""I see... After that, I have exchanged swords several times... but today is officially going to be a continuation of that day...""If you're here, you won't have to worry about rain. Nothing gets in the way. Let's do it until we feel like it."The words prompted Abel to tighten his expression.Take a deep breath... slowly exhale...Goddamn! It was Abel who set it up with the voice of temper.The sight was familiar to the Sankland nobles.The sword of Prince Theon is a sword of genius.I can take all of the opponent's attacks, determine their abilities, make a gap, and collapse...It is the sword of the overwhelming mighty.King's sword intercepts the opponent with plenty of room.Abel struck through their carelessness with a single blow... as they watched with some sort of carelessness.It's a stupid, no-nothing rush.And those who knew not the sword laughed at it immaturely.Distraction due to youth. Alternatively, it is an exposition of the anxiety of everyone who has confronted the strong.But Dion Alia laughed brilliantly at it."Yeah, it's pretty... It's a good sword without a doubt."As if to prove the word, Abel jumped in between and shook down his sword as he stepped sharply.Basically a very faithful blow, which is as sophisticated as running water... but as heavy as a falling waterfall.Ringing and sharp clashes spread to the venue like ripples, and immediately afterwards came silence.People breathe and feel.This is... just a little bit of fun."That's right... More powerful, isn't it? Abel's slashing, which I've seen many times. Take it from the front and bring it to Tsubagaku, and Zion smiles with a smile."It's no big deal. However, even if I didn't abandon him, I wanted to be able to leave the assassin the other day alone."That said, Abel increased the pressure of the sword. Keep hunting down Theon at once.But... it doesn't move.That's exactly what challenged the castle wall... Abel pulls backwards to regain his posture in front of a cylon that doesn't move a step forward like a giant wall. While pulling, don't forget to shoot an unmistakable blow to prevent Theon from being pursued. But...."That's rough, Abel. An inadvertent attack can be fatal."It was in Theon's calculations.He moved forward as if he was aiming for clarity. As he stepped in, he slashed Abel's sword.Kh! Abel moans with a small voice.A rigid blow that would be comparable to your own swinging down. A sword bounced from the front and a numbness slightly running to the arm.So Abel understood.Theon wants to meet from the front."I see... If you're going to fight Meer, have you decided this is the right way to do it? "If you don't meet from the front, you won't be satisfied? As I was taken from Meer."Seeing Theon's eyes when he spoke arrogantly..., Abel ran cold on his spine.It was a war that I had forgotten.Why did you forget such a natural thing?Is that because we started training together? How many battles have you had?I was unaware of the untouchable fact that the opponent, Theon Saul Sankland, was an undisputed genius..."Oh dear... This must be fought to death.....""Fight for what's important to each other. Otherwise, there would be no point."Abel tightens his expression to the words.The battle had just begun.
