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I've stopped feeling the feel of my waving hands and the feeling of my feet treading on the ground.

I'm just running. He runs without even knowing how he's running.

Still have to run. Feet, hands in front. Like pushing your body out.

You have to run. Otherwise - he's coming.

"Good day, Master Navre! We've outrun them, so we're adding one more week!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

And he fell.

Why did this happen?

That would have to tell Navre Sprout what happened to him.

Navre Sprout. Born to the Earl of Sprout family, he has Matthew Sprout, the father who heads the Knights of the High Kingsguard.

Character is full of justice and thick in brother-in-law. He is also a young man with a soft waist and has advanced as far as possible with the ideal knight.

But such a bright future of his involved in a major case of rocking the country made him twist and bend.

It was an engagement breaking disturbance between Prince Algardo Bona Palettia, the next heir to the throne, and his fiancée, the Duke of Ufilia Magenta.

The beginning of this was the relationship between the two chilled out and the presence of Baroness Raini Sian, who threw ripples into such a relationship between the two.

Raini, who was so concerned about Algardo because of his special origins, told the story that Ufiria, jealous of Raini like that, had set up shady figs and plots on Raini.

Everyone testified with their mouths together, and the noble sons around Algard bound to impeach Uphilia's sins. And I guess that fate has been greatly insane since the day the impeachment by Algard took place.

It was the "Princess Kiteretz", Anisphere Wynn Palettia, the one who would not have known in this country, who drove the fate mad.

Her Majesty the King, who took Uphilia away from the place of impeachment and was overheard of this incident, put a decree on this occasion.

Navre is recognised in this matter as one of the central factions that impeached Uphilia with Algard. That's the same perception in person.

I thought that was for Raini, who was attracted to me.

But the various events that happened thereby cast a shadow on Navre's heart.

The fact that Anisphere's allegations made him aware of his divergence, and that Algard planned to annihilate Anisphere, depriving him of his inheritance rights. There's a Chartreuse conspiracy involved.

Navre's shock was not half-baked, and his heart was broken by his too much stupidity.

Every day, there's no reason to do anything. I can't feel like going back to college or act to atone for my mistakes. Days just pass by for no reason.

Wouldn't it be better to go straight back to the realm? I even hear a whisper like that. I was wondering if that was okay too, and Navre just waited for my father's decision.

- That's when the "guy" showed up.

Gark Lamp. He was the son of a knight belonging to the Knights of the Borders, and for some reason he was a one-of-a-kind opponent who wanted to join the Knights of Kingsguard, not the Borders.

I've seen him face to face, but I didn't exchange words. He came to visit because he was worried about Navre.

Honestly, I just found it annoying for Navre. The response would have been thorny, too. I wish you would have punished me for that and gone home...

"Master Navre! Your body! Let's work out!

Why did that happen?

No matter how much I remember, I have no basis to be convinced.

If you say they pushed you off, yes, but I don't know how they pushed you off.

Gark doesn't stand a valve. I think you're more of a lousy talker. It seems silly to suspect that words and deeds are straightforward either way.

I'm just really worried, I believe it's the right thing to do, and for some reason, I'm on it.

Navre was afraid. But no matter how much he tries to escape, he shows up from nowhere. When he saw Gark's face in his dreams, Navre doubted his sanity that he might have gone mad.

And Navre stopped thinking, to this day.

Every time I can put on a perimeter delay with Gurk, I get more running course periodicity. So I have to score a goal before Gark can catch up to me.

Navre, who did the perimeter of the run before finally being pulled out by Gark, was breathing on his shoulders as he calmed down his heart, which was about to explode. I was going to throw up if I caught my guard.

"Good luck! Dear Navre!"

"... you, why, so... well, what..."

Though sweating is what it is, Gark still looked like he could afford it. I don't even know if it's open. The eyes, and the full smile that floats, look adorable.

Navre looked up into the sky, desperately calming his breath. I feel comfortable with the breeze if I stop my leg. Unexpectedly narrow your eyes to the feel of the wind.

"If you take a break, it's a mock fight!

"... Soudana"

Navre nods as he loses his temper to protest the earliest.

Build strength, do matchmaking auditions, and eat well, sleep well. That's all.

That's just it, but the contents are equal to hell. The special training conducted by the Guark standard shattered the spirit of Navre.

When I asked the knights, my father's men, if this was a common amount of exercise as knights, they all looked away and shook their necks left and right. And as he slapped his shoulders with pity one after another, Navre seemed frustrated.

In retrospect of such memories, Navre's body, flirtatious and rising, is headed for nature and the next archaeology.

When he realized it, Navre was afraid. He said his body was getting used to it first. Still, now, and in a flash, he cuts it off, sets up a simulated sword and faces Gark.

"Shall we then begin, Master Navre!

"... ah"

And the simulation that began was surprisingly quiet.

It may be said that the operation is slow. Gark moves at a speed he can follow with his eyes. And whether that sword muscle is also empowering.

Follow it firmly with your eyes and "take" it together. That way Gark draws the sword and draws the sword muscle from another angle.

Kan, Kon, and. The sooner you lose your mind, the quieter it sounds. Still, Navre's face is serious in itself. Soon there will be no fatigue or discontent on his face, and Navre will follow Gark's sword muscle.

"Whoa, you're a little early. Shall we pace it up?

"... do as you please. That's the way to go with it, isn't it?

"Well, keep going, please"

If Navre frowned and told him, Gark laughs slightly lifting the edge of his mouth.

Exhale slowly. The next sword flash that Navre swung through clearly increases speed and approaches the guard.

Dangerously Gark matches Navre's sword and plays the sword. As such, the cutting knot that begins increases the speed of the previous step.

One in, one in, one in again. The sound is intense and the movement is light. The attacker is Navre and the recipient is Gark. From the side, you can clearly see the difference between the two.

"Oh, whoa!!"

Navre waves a simulated sword in a desperate shape. Keep beating the sword that keeps getting bounced to the girk so it doesn't kill momentum.

By contrast, Gark doesn't make it slight. To be precise, a stepped foot never leaves the ground. It's a light wrist snap or minimal movement that leads to a blow from Navre's entire body.

It's like a big wall, but if you punch it, it's going to lose strength. The use of force, and the height of local power to receive maximum force with minimal force. No matter how many times he felt it, Navre had his tongue wrapped around him.

(I had some confidence in the handling of the sword... now you're shattered)

Gark's sword muscle is straight. But not boneless. supple, and yet powerful.

That strength is not a force to lay low. "Slash," "Play," "Flush." Efficiently twist out this basic behavior with minimal and maximum force.

Whatever the posture, whatever the circumstances, it was Gurk's sword that drew his power out in vain. That made Navre feel... beautiful with jealousy.

I guess he also has talent in person. But there's a training in his sword that just buries that impression. I just worked out foolishly and kept working out. Years are no different than they are. I honestly wonder if I've been able to work this far. That's why I get jealous.

- How did you manage to train like that?

To Navre, who asked so, Gark answered with a shy scratch of his head somewhere.

"I lost to Anisphere once before. Because I'm not that good at magic, and I'm not even smart. So all I could be proud of was the fact that the princess didn't want me to stick her neck in the play, and she fought and sold it, and it was scattered."

It's really still the biggest stain of all, and Gark is still proud of it for some reason.

'Then there really came the demon, which was originally an exercise, and the Anisphere who accompanied him is naturally very active. I freaked out and trembled and couldn't even do a lot of work... but I'm flattered that I fought well without distracting myself. There's a chance.'

Trying to empty his hands to miss the old days, Gark went on like this.

He said, "Well, that's sweet. I'm not smart, I'm not good at magic. All I have is this body and praised eyes. So let's not lose sight and work out what we can do first. That's what I thought. Princess Anisphere can't use magic normally, so she can't lose!"

That led me to build my body. Improved basic health and incorporation of observations into daily training.

How does the opponent move and what is the best move to deal with then? Look, remember, imitate, repeat. If you feel uncomfortable, pinch it down and fix it. If there is any waste, I will scrape it off. That's all I've been foolishly repeating.

That's why Gark's style was created. Honestly, Navre can't beat Gark without magic. You can't win a head-on battle with magic or in between guards. And Gark tries to pull in the situation to win.

That attitude was reflected in the way it was, irresistibly jealous to Navre.

"... I'm weak"

'If you want to be strong, anyone is vulnerable at that point! You're right to think you're weak! Otherwise, I don't think I'm going to be strong, no, I think some guys just want to be strong! Well, that must be where it starts anyway.'

"Beginning?"

'If you want to be strong, you just have to be! That's all we're talking about!

If you wanted to be, you should be. Navre was taken aback by the lightly said words, and felt like what was staring in his heart was taken away.

And that's why it burned up. Pushing a pulse is a disgrace, rolling like this, embarrassing myself for losing and just envying someone.

Be strong.

If I thought so again, my trembling legs held my strength.

No matter how many times you fall and you're about to throw up, the limit comes and you want to stop it already, so that this thought will still remain even beyond.

How did this happen? - That's because I was weak.

Does it continue to be so hard? - To keep saying that.

The only way to cross the shameful self is to become our samurai and move on.

Push it to the point where you can't even think about it, and move on with that pain.

My sword never reaches the Gark. Gerk's disfigurement will not come true.

But someday. One day, those thoughts will burn in my heart.

"Yes, there's a gap"

"Gu -!"

Kan, and Navre gets hit in the wrist and drops a mock sword. With a simulated sword on Navre's neck, Gark grins happily.

Seeing a smile that seemed hateful, Navre shrugged and momentously fell on the spot in bold letters.

"... regret it"

"Yep. Well, let's do it again."

"One day, I'll repeat this battle."

"With magic, it's hard for me to win..."

"Then you don't make sense!

"Well, we need to get more strength."

I can still afford it.

Yes, he showed his teeth and laughed. Navre sent his gaze to stare, but he didn't feel bad.

I don't know if this path is one that snows its own shame. However, if you can't even see the sign, maybe you can run to our samurai. Even if that's a long way off. Now, forward, forward.

"... I want to be strong"

And the next day, Navre would run a lot because of the difference in circumference between the guards, and he would still lick the ground.

His path of recurrence is still far away.