380 Sadness

Rikkyo continued patrolling all over the place, even though he felt incessant.

Sure enough, the hater was a bad guy without a real help.

He was a vicious tyrant who had plenty on his vested interests and couldn't help it.

I felt no guilt whatsoever killing him, the people around him, from one end to the other.

Instead, I even felt uneven relief.

I was planning a revolution with personal grievances, but I thought it might have been for this nation.

"... stop it. Stop it, you can even say that in a genuine"

Again, get back on your mind.

Given the magnitude of the power you have, don't let that spoil you.

Dictators are important for self-management.

"Speaking of which... In fact, what do you think? The thunderous knight who was hiding is still in special training in the Great Eight States, isn't he?

"Yes, I'm re-learning from scratch..."

"The colleagues I was learning from Thunder Cut are with me, but they still seem a little different on their own"

"... well, the weapons are different."

Japanese swords (correctly the Daiyashu sword) and Western swords are as separate.

Even amateurs know that, and it will be hard because they play 'games' with it.

"... what does His Majesty the Emperor think about this matter?

As a Kingsguard, I would be concerned about the area.

He's pulling out the hidden knight, not Rikyo, who drew in in a way that opposes the trump card of the Sopeds.

Of course, Rikyo is busy, and trump cards other than the festival in the first place are not the kind of fighting style that sticks with mountain waters.

"Isn't that nice?

That's why Rikyo didn't seem to care.

I know it's amazing and appreciated, but the industry is different in the first place.

Instead, he must have been more frightened when he turned to himself and told him to 'beat Sansui in the game'.

"Well, I know rejuvenating with sage mercury is cheesy, but if I mention that, all the trumpets are cheesy. If the people around you are good, it's nothing to worry about."

Literally, whoever wants to do it does it. What a peaceful story.

It would be wonderful if you could celebrate the Peace Festival.

"... Really?"

"Then you guys, if I say 'stop because you're embarrassed', will you stop?

"I won't stop you."

"I'm a little lost..."

The close guards were sworn and assured.

It is a single rock in an unpleasant sense. I think I can get a little lost.

"I don't mean... we don't pull each other's legs when we're in trouble, we're not doing a martial arts medal deal when we're at war, we're not stabbing them off our backs when we're at peace. You're just pulling out an old body you've been working out for over fifty years to defeat a guy who's been training for over five hundred years, right? Later, if the other participants will forgive me."

I don't know, I think there's something childish about it.

On the other hand, he also thinks he's childish in a good way.

While we want to win anything, we are not trying to wield power and take away victory.

It's not adult, but it's not adult in a bad way.

"It's a festival because of it, I want you to work hard seriously"

If the participants enjoy it and the organizers respect it, it will surely be a good festival.

Then I'm sure the monsters of the old world will want to join us.

Well, it's disgusting.

They were still having an intensive meeting today as they worked out their plans regarding the Wushu Dedication Match.

"Well... let's just try to sort it out again."

The old and even minded Disuille principals were organizing their stories to the 'deputies' gathered in the conference room.

Behind it was a line of his most trusted trumpets.

"The Wushu Dedication Match is divided into four parts"

Move your wrinkled fingers, the old body shows four.

"First of all, the general public can participate in the event. This puts safety first, get 'play' with non-offensive treasures and more side-by-side. The stone boat seems safer than the wind flame... but I'd like to get both out if I could."

A kind of amusement park squirming entertainment, far from a normal martial arts dedication match.

It is certainly peaceful, but a lot of anxiety seemed to accompany it.

"Regardless, we take great care when it comes to burglary. I have a lot of hands to think about."

Arcana, in a sense, has the monopoly on mass produced ungaikyo, immortals and heavenly dogs who can manufacture in kind.

Thus, one or two stolen are not strategically problematic, but can be tactically problematic.

Of course, it's easy to find if you bring it up.

The treasure resides in the Immortal Qi and, like the cloth that was wrapped around his two right arms, can be easily tracked if he doesn't hide it with a special treasure.

And in that case, it is Suibok or Mountain Water that tracks it.

Nevertheless, I've never crossed the line without being stolen.

"Next, play the competition. This is a wager, but a pure strength battle without a back. This is something simple that even monsters in the old world seem to be able to imitate to some extent. Specifically, it's not a competition using the fist technique inside the tempera without the use of rare magic. I mainly think storm wind fists and booze song fists are good"

There are some 'ties' to the competition.

Being as' safe 'as possible, as' simple 'as possible, as' as few tools as possible ', as' even amateurs can enjoy watching from afar '.

It's not safe, it's hard to be supported by a wider audience when you have a lot of injuries.

It's not simple, winning or losing is no longer possible without clarity.

There are many tools you need, it's hard to imitate when you need specialized tools.

Amateurs look from afar and it's not funny, you can't get a lot of customers if you don't seem to know from nearby that the Xuan doesn't see it.

I can watch games from adults to children, from singles to kids.

The more unnecessary the referee, the easier it is to understand and settle the more unnecessary the commentary.

Adults and children who watched the game want to imitate the next day.

A game where a lot of people come together and are enthusiastic.

That's what a good competition is.

"I think it's okay to race on foot or something. Especially if you can't think of one, that's fine. If a big, muscular man runs naked, men and women will be thrilled."

Both spring and temple dance have general education.

It's a waste of knowledge, but the ancient Olympics said all the athletes were naked.

It's the fairest and fairest sight in a way, but I don't want to see it from the sensibilities of modern Japanese.

In the first place, the spirit is going to be disturbed if we don't ban women.

It would be a huge boost in another sense, but that's where the age limit would be considered.

"Okay, third. I want you to think of this as a flashy 'dance', including a heterogeneous martial arts fight"

roughly a situation in which all rare magic has been assembled.

Few of them wonder 'which rare magic is strong'.

In fact, a lot of people would like to try and make you fight.

But there are certain things to be done when you make this a 'competition'.

Absolutely, by the rules.

At the time of Prince Thoon's visit to the land, the school director was explaining the magical superiority and how it operated.

In short, if there is a distance, rare magic is not an enemy.

Conversely, in the near future the wizard fights rare magic users, depending on the type but very dangerous.

Magic is very capable of killing in the first place.

It was also used by monsters of the old world in the last war, but even when dealing with beasts that were more benign than humans, it showed sufficient killing power.

There's no other way you can use that stuff than with a magic trick.

"Kensei challenged Lord Lloyd and Lord Gallu with a single wooden knife and fought brilliantly... but don't think of it as a reference. Competition is fun because you are thorough about winning, but it is less interesting to watch when an athlete is too focused on winning. And when you think about it, behold, a wizard can take the sky, but most rare magic users can do nothing if they are flown."

Suibok, Mountain Water, and Winning weigh heavily on fighting.

Anyway, if there's nothing you can do about it, fight your opponent properly if you can defend yourself.

But it would be arrogant to push it against 10,000 people.

"Therefore, I have already tried to make my guests from Majan have a hua. They were not flashy and above all too muddy in Majan. I would like to have the divine descent fight in favorable conditions and answer the assistance from them"

It was in front of the game in Majan, where nothing else played out the most.

Make the most of the prior arrangement, seal off the opponent and unilaterally overthrow him.

It's also a martial arts again, but there's more to it than not interesting if it's done.

Whether you win or lose, results don't determine everything.

So is war, and so is the game.

"Finally...... a Wushu devotion match in the true sense. I'll leave this to Daihachi, and we'll blow up the ticket at the most expensive."

The weapon is a wooden knife, no protective equipment. It is forbidden to perform any technique other than qigong sword and power.

It shall meet one-on-one and be settled by judgment of the referee.

The winner is serious and fights the martial god Fuukei.

That's the rule of the Wushu Dedication Match that was played until recently.

Now that Fuukei is dead, it is Mountain Water or Suibok that fights the winner as a martial arts god.

Naturally, the injured continue, and it's not funny from a distance.

It is only a sacred duel, where the Xuan watches quietly.

"If you only watch rare games and special guests, the value added is that the coupon goes up at will. Look forward to seeing how expensive it gets."

Temple dance can look at the past and make it a phantom.

Therefore he went to the Great Eight States, to the secret border, and to the battle place between Suibok and Fuukei.

Seeing those fierce battles, the Lord of Disuia has made the decision 'not to be gold'.

Money was a social value, and that was too much of a stumbling block of personal value.

Well, the battle between Suibok and Fuukei wasn't, but I'm too flashy. It can also be adjusted due to the phantom, but I'm not sure because it uses a lot of shrinkage.

"... so"

Well.

It is this conference room again.

The person of Disuia, the person of the Disuia family (...) is only the Lord.

All the others are the two Japanese and the deputies of Disuia.

"What are the relatives of Non doing now..."

There are signs of blood pressure going up.

The old man was quietly burning his anger.

"In the meantime, an attempt was made to smuggle into a stone boat to the Great Eight States. Oh, the people, I mean, the people. Lord Suibok grabbed them all... but they were all relatives of Non..."

Currently, travel to the Great Eight States is extremely restricted by the strong hope of Disuia's old body.

Naturally, those descending from the Great Eight States to Arcana are free to come and go, but few Arcana or Domino humans are allowed.

It is not convenient on the side of the Great Eight States, but convenient on the side of Arcana.

Or this old man hates it.

"Hearing that, what do you think the other principals and kings looked like? Oh, I knew it, my face..."

To the anger of the old man, everyone makes their eyeballs hot.

Why should this old body be betrayed by so many relatives?

"... it's best to work from time to time, but I was hoping that you would be as serious as this. I didn't want you to show off your hidden talent, I wanted you to help me be awkward..."

I felt unseen tears convey the old man's dead skin.

"Even in an emergency, no one can work..."

Everyone thinks strongly.

We have to support this old man.