At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Hey, he's alive -?

I give my voice to the prince lying still in front of me.

"Hey, somehow..."

Oh, can you afford to reply?

After that, I did the basic training I always do, but the prince was a helo from the middle of nowhere.

But around the time it followed me to the end, it seemed I was doing some basic workouts there.

"That's pathetic. I'm still working out from the ground up."

Although Mr. Feviema is breathing up, he can afford it.

Mr. Mirka is just breathing lightly, as usual. A boulder.

Me? I'm breathing there, too, right?

It's just something I do almost every day, so I'm used to it.

Besides, even though I'm always doing it today, the pace was easy because I had a restrained eye.

"Yes, I always do this..."

"Well, the foundation will matter"

Without foundation, the time comes without standing just by the small hand.

By the way, I didn't originally plan on letting the prince do this.

but when I hear I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna stick around and join in, and I'm gonna stay calm.

"Su, excuse me, sushi, easy, okay..."

"Yeah, don't push it"

A prince who sleeps in big letters, thanking me for my words.

Something was already making me look like a prince.

No, in fact, please be the first and no respects! I haven't seen it that way since they told me.

Ha, how did this happen? and sigh.

That's where Mr. Lynn came in.

"Welcome back. Oh, my God, you're so sweet."

Mr. Lynn has a wooden sword.

What do you mean by that?

"Um, until you recover, Tallow, do you want to do a little?

"Oh, yes, I get it"

I'd like to take a break, too, but can't you help it?

When I tried to take out my sword, I could hear you calling me from the house.

"Tallow Woo"

Turning around, it was Mr. Arne. What is it?

"Here."

and throw something long.

Sword?

What was thrown is probably a sword. Big two-handed sword size there.

I'm a little scared of not reinforcing that size, so I reinforce it and welcome it.

Then, the sword is unusually lighter than it looks, putting too much effort into it, and throwing it away a little that it's supposed to take.

"Oh, shit, take it."

I managed to catch it. Ugh, I was in a hurry.

"Waha, what are you doing"

"Mr. Arne, if it's light, say it's light."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

Again, Mr. Arne apologizes with a laugh.

"So, this is it?

"It's a sword for you. Interpersonal, technician swords would be too powerful, and most importantly, those would be heavy if they weren't activated, wouldn't they?

Oh, my God, is that my sword?

I appreciate this. I mean, this sword is so light.

The knife is heavier and lighter.

"This is very light."

"Um, but it's sturdy and easy to use as a protective device. It's just hard to process and it took a long time to become a thing."

Yeah, it's sturdy.

"Is it okay to take Mr. Lynn's attack directly from the front?

"If you're not serious, you'll be fine."

I mean, you can't be serious. I understand.

It looks a little interesting, so let's get that metal touched next time.

"I was wondering if the same sword as Lynn would be good, because Tallow also uses body surgery. I thought it would be lighter."

"Thank you. It helps."

I appreciate this. Even if I do, it's almost as good as I don't have it.

Or is this weight, almost the weight of the grip?

"Well, I'm not gonna do it for real, so it's okay"

"Do that to me."

I'm going to do it with Mr. Lynn, so I forget that the prince is not breathing, and I wake up all the time.

Exactly. Does Mr. Lynn care?

"That's right, brother, you can even meet with a knight called the most powerful swordsman...!

... Something's getting worried about that prince. Did you break anywhere because of me?

"Haha, you're admiring me"

"Why don't you be my sister too, Mr. Lynn?"

Returning it to Laughing Lynn with a dead eye, Lynn said "no" with a straight face.

Neither do I.

"... do you want to do it for now"

As I sighed and strengthened my sword, Mr. Lynn let me bluff, holding the sword with one hand, as usual.

It's the usual routine.

I don't know when I'll be able to get this guy to set up properly.

Well, if you stand in front of this guy before that, it might be more of a problem to have a great hand sweat. Scary.

"Come on."

After proclaiming with a light voice, the disease strikes.

Is that, like, today, faster than usual?

My body was moving reflexively when I thought it was bad.

I managed to take the sword because of it, but the moment I took it, the wooden sword broke.

I've been typing this in a little seriously. Holy shit.

"Can I take that now? I'll do it, Tallow."

"As is everyone else, Mr. Lynn, but please don't do this until you tell me you will. It's bad for your heart."

"Haha, you don't know when you're gonna come when you have to, do you? You don't have to. You can do it now. It's a" fitted "thing."

It's a rare and decent word for Mr. Lynn.

"Hmm, if this is the case, I'm still wondering if Balf would be more disadvantaged. Tallow can use magic."

"What's wrong with the captain of the knight?

Bulph was the only one, wasn't he?

"Oh, no, it's nothing."

"Really?

All right.

Well, for now, I'm worried about what to do with the prince with the sparkling eyes behind me.

"Su, awesome! I can't believe I can take it now! I didn't look anything!

"No, I took it, because Mr. Lynn's highest speed is higher"

I thought this prince was broken.

"And thanks to this sword, I guess"

Light. I wonder if they have chopsticks anymore when they are strengthened.

A little tree branch or so light, with proper strength.

I wonder what the cut tastes like.

I just can't smash it with weight, of the advantage of a bigger sword, but that's not how I fight and it's okay.

"Hey, can I give it a try?

"Mmm, fine. Careful, it's pretty light than it looks."

When you hold the sword gently, the prince is still surprised by its lightness.

"That sounds amazing, this..."

"Yeah, if this was some protective gear, even heavy gear would seem to move pretty lightly"

Mr. Feviema becomes an imaginative face to the word.

"Besides simply having you, this country is still pulling out other countries when it comes to discovering technology, tools, and resources."

"Hmm, well, something about ore resources, because Aroness worked hard to find it. Even this metal was found by Aroness. They won't be as sturdy as this if it's just the original ore."

"That's the alchemist, right?"

Uh, Mr. Aroness, is that what you're doing?

Oh, but is that what an alchemist is? It's like the predecessor of science, isn't it? It is.

It's like the alchemy of the game. But the formula is weirder, isn't it?

But that's weird. I see it a lot when I'm doing the conditioning. That's the majority of what I'm taught.

I used to make books and hobbies that allowed ordinary people to use certain sorcery.

Next time, tell me about that, about the ore.

"Now, Your Highness, is it time to move?

"Oh, I'm fine"

Give me my sword back, prince rising.

"Yes, Sister Lynn. Your Highness, please."

That being said, Mr. Mirka had brought a wooden sword at some point.

"A wooden sword would be the worst."

It's a lie. If that guy really punches in, he can't get the lowest fracture.

I'm sure because I told you to eat it. I am relieved to think that Mr. Seles would not be able to cure me.

"Come on!"

His Royal Highness stands up and screams. I don't have the guts.

"Hoi."

Mr. Lynn answers lightly and slashes him directly from the front.

I'm on the mend for once, but maybe at that rate, I don't think a prince can take it.

"Ah!

I can't accept the advice and eat it on my shoulder.

"While..."

The prince stares at his eaten shoulders as he suppresses them. Hey, what's up?

"Is that it? Did it fail? Are you okay?"

Looks like Mr. Lynn thought things were wrong, too.

"No, I really thought I was weak. So much so that the current attack is more than enough of an attack I've unleashed, I think I understand.

I thought I couldn't even take that. "

Lynn's attack is unusual compared to Mirka's or anyone he's ever fought, so I think so.

I always get a little help, too.

I won't talk about it without enhancement in the first place. I have the teachings of Mr Celes and Mr Mirka, so I can just take them.

"If you're going to be strong, you'll be fine. Tallow went from weaker to this in about two years."

"... seriously... suka...?

Prince who turns to Gigigi and me. Mr. Feviema is also surprised.

"Well, for once. That's why I still have my physical skills."

That's how the prince looks at me with respect.

No, but, hey, there was Mr. Celes' witchcraft mastery skip, and the fairy arts are now available for that extension.

I think I'd be weaker without that one.

"That's all the time... whether the teacher is good, his or her qualities, or both..."

Mr. Feviema squeaks.

"I don't want a teacher. They used to work out here every day."

"Yes, I guess. Is it inevitable in a way if these people train you?"

I'm pronouncing words like I'm convinced, but my face isn't convinced.

Why not?

After that, Mr. Lynn slowed down a bit more, still full, and at the end of the day he was a prince who collapsed due to fatigue.

Prince, do your best.

I wonder if there has ever been any incentive for the direction of thought to change rather than for there to have been problems around it.

Well, I'm glad you're not going to do anything stupid like that the other day.

But I want you to forget about me when you get back to the country.