The mercenary-looking men in front of me were chasing a small child.
That alone tells me that they are evil, but I was mistaken about one thing.
The child in front was not a child.
At least it wasn't a human child.
It was about the size of a human baby, but skinny.
She looks like a doll.
And on her back were wings that looked like insects.
I've seen them in the drawings in the vandal's study. It was probably a fairy.
I thought so, and I told Luna Maria.
This forest does seem to be full of spirit power. There are fairies.
"Are you being chased by a fairy?
Maybe so. I don't know if that guy from the Garde Trading Company is just blinded by greed and is trying to catch a fairy or if he's trying to figure out the way to the Holy Sword.
"Are the villains from the Garde Trading Company?
That's right. Some of the guys I chased in the wagon before are in the mix.
Look, there is a man who looks like an oriental samurai.
What are the aims of the Garde Trading Company? I don't think we're here to get a fairy. Maybe they are after Mr. Will?
That's quite possible. Well, let's hear it from them.
The rogues, who had caught the fairy and tied her up in a noose, seemed to have noticed my presence as well.
He's smiling at me.
"This one's lucky. Just when I think I've got the highest-priced fairy, the kid I want shows up on my doorstep.
"We're good at what we do. God is watching over us.
I could hear their sneering laughter, "Geh-heh," which just made me uncomfortable, but at the same time I could tell they were going to get rid of us.
It was uncomfortable in itself, but at the same time, I could tell that they were going to get rid of us.
You're a pain in the ass. Garde's husband rules the streets of Northwoods.
I knew it was Garde's order.
"I'm not giving you orders, just business. Bring me your head and I'll give you gold. It's a business.
Well, then we can't lose. I don't want to lose my head.
"Ho hoax.
And then the samurai says and pulls out a Japanese sword from the waist.
It is blindingly fast.
His companion cries out.
There it is! Mishima's Battoujutsu! No one could survive eating this.
The game was decided early on.
The scoundrels bit the margin, but Mishima was not laughing.
He let the words out with a shocked look on his face.
"What the hell, you little brat, are you using my Battoujutsu with that dagger?
I drew the dagger at my waist and used it to defend against Mishima's sword.
I said I could dislodge his sword.
My master was Ronin, the god of swords. My father's sword is many times faster than yours.
It was like a mosquito stopping, and Mishima raises an eyebrow when he says, "Pull it out!
Pull it out! My swordsmanship is the best in Horai!
but it's only a matter of blowing it, a very accurate blow.
If I weren't the son of the god of swords, I might not have been able to counter them.
It reminds me of Ronin's training.
Listen, swordsmen are very nimble with their movements. It's lighter than a western longsword. So expect them to come at you from all angles.
Then Ronin cuts the rope.
Then the blade at the end of the rope comes at you from every angle.
They're serious. I dodge them briskly, but as you'd expect with 30 of them coming at me at the same time, there's only one.