Tearmoon Empire Story

"Now let's start the next game. Sion Saul Sankland-kun, Abel Lemno-kun, come up to the arena."

The two princes, called by name, slowly proceeded to walk over the arena.

There were many students gathered around the arena.

Not only was Zion, the genius of the sword and the prince of the famous Great Kingdom, but his attention to Abel, who was fast advancing as a freshman, was also increasing irresistibly.

- Oh, man, I didn't know I was going to get so much attention. That was unexpected.

With a bitter laugh, Abel thanks Theon.

Then pull the sword you pulled out over your head.

It was the so-called upper stage, the first structure of swordsmanship handed down to the royal family, the offensive structure.

Theon, by contrast, was a lower position with a sword slipping down.

The sword of Zion is the sword of genius.

Take the opponent's blow, recieve it, and strike back where the opponent's attitude has collapsed.

Counter, swordsmanship to take later.

That blow is a special blow. A disfigured opponent cannot be avoided or received and is defeated.

If I wasn't confident that I could take any attack on my opponent, it was the way I would never be able to do it, the way Abel would not be able to do it very much.

Abel Lemno is an ordinary man.

He had been aware of it since his birth, but it was once when he exchanged swords with Zion that the thought became decisive.

There's a difference in talent at birth, and I'm sure I can't fill that. I had that feeling.

So he gave up. I thought that was a smart choice.

If there's a difference in talent that can't be filled, it's just a waste of effort.

So I don't try.

I thought it made a lot of sense.

But......, I came to St. Noel's School, met Meer, and thought arose in Abel.

I don't want to lose to Theon, I want to win.

He wants to win, to live up to Meer's expectations, to trust.

But, oh...... reality is brutal.

With all my thoughts, I can't fill the difference in strength or talent.

If the opponent fails in his talent, he can win by stacking his efforts.

Though Zion was a genius, he never failed to train. Those who are talented train and increase their strength in the same way as ordinary people.

That doesn't fill the difference. Instead, it just opens up...

I can't do it the normal way.

... So Abel threw it away.

It was very, very simple.

You can't win with swordsmanship, then you just need to be more limited in your workouts.

More, you can narrow it down.

Throw away the guard, throw away the feint, throw away the poke, throw away the sideways...... He focuses his efforts on just one thing.

Shake down the sword you shook up. All efforts were tilted towards drilling the motion only.

That day, from the night of the dance party, I just kept pouring my heart out every day, only to wave down my sword.

That pile of drills, the effort, reaches the Sword of Genius now!

Guy, Yin!

The sound of tall metal and the dull response that comes late.

Abel realized that her blow had been prevented.

- Didn't you get it yet?

It darkens in front of you in disillusionment.

But......, for ever, there is no Zion counterattack.

The blade at last was more dominant on its own…, Theon dropped to the edge of the arena in large measure.

"Weren't we talking about no maneuvers?

To Abel, who complains, Theon responds with a bitter smile.

"I'm sorry I couldn't live up to your expectations, but we have a situation here."

"Aren't you going to fool me...? Well, either way..."

Abel, again, restated his sword on the upper stage,

"There are only a few things I can do."

Fire the next blow.

"Come on!"

Scion avoids that blow on paper. It's not what I did for it. Because of its sharpness, it becomes a piece of paper.

- No way, not so much...

I didn't mean to look down on them.

But Abel's blow was sharper and heavier than Zion expected.

I managed to succeed in screwing the blade before Abel's blow, but at best that...

Neither could its power be shed, and its destructive power struck Zion's arms, of course.

- My arms have been numb since I worked out with my father.

The counterattack is aside, even having a sword is at stake. Undisputed, Abel's blow was hunting down Zion.

Now......,

"Ha!

Abel's swing again, and Theon avoids it only by footing.

Theon Saul Sankland is an indisputable genius. Therefore, at the first blow, I had already seen Abel's time completely.

- Still, I'm still working it out because it's just a swing down...

Theon was aware.

Abel's attack is avoided because it's limited to swinging down, but if there's any other movement mixed with this...

You don't have to be as powerful as a swing down.

If you have a special blow, you just have to stand around to take advantage of it.

Theon was in danger of Abel's potential.

- Anyway, we have to wait for the recovery. I don't know how many more seconds it will take for the numbness to heal......

Ask him what he came up with.

"Prince Abel......, is it still Princess Meer who made you so strong?

"Oh, yeah. Princess Meer believed in me and wished me victory...... So I can't lose."

"Right...... That's flattering."

I sigh small and restate my sword.

"But I'm the one who can't lose."

Just a little more until your arm gets numb.

A rain grain came down on his blade tip waiting for a counterattack.