Chapter 368: 368 ”Thunder” and blacksmith.

"Me?

I overheard myself pointing fingers. Helen nods loudly.

I'm not kidding, I guess, to see the serious look on your face.

I'm just a blacksmith.

"It's a joke."

Everyone in the family but me snorts at the words Helen said with her mouth pointed. No, no.

I want to correct the divergence of perceptions around here, but I'm not going to mention it now because it's going to be defeated by a majority vote. We know we can't win. We don't fight wars. It's a doctrine.

"Well, how could you... No, needless to say."

I looked at Helen, who kept staring into my eyes, and I sighed.

"I don't have a choice."

"Yay! That's what we gotta do!

Bassin! and slap me on the back with enough sound to sound like a blacksmith, and Helen pops out.

"Oh, hey, wooden sword..."

I don't have long to speak up. When I sigh again, I prepare three wooden swords, two of Helen's, of course, but one borrowed Deanna's.

"I'm familiar with it, don't break it"

"You can't guarantee that. I'll rebuild it when it's broken."

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

Deanna slapped me gently on the shoulder with her pong and sent me away. I don't care, but I need to do more than do it.

Going outside, Helen is circling her shoulders. If you can move all those shoulders, you seem fine with the whole move.

Krull and Lucy are out of the cabin too, and they all ended up out after me, so the whole family would be in the square in front of the house.

Everyone else is away, but the chickest Lucy says, "What are you going to do now?" He looks up at me with his sparkling eyes and waves his tail patterned.

Stay away from me because I'm in danger.

When I told Lucy that, I guess it's because I always watch Deanna and the others arch, she kind of guessed. "Wow!!" He rang out and ran to Deanna, who was a little far away.

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I unwittingly loosen my face and see it. There,

"Okay, let's get started."

Helen called when she received a wooden sword from me and finished her prep movement. Its eyes are as sharp as a wolf in front of its prey.

"Be gentle."

"That's what you're joking about."

Tap lightly, lightly meet each other with wooden swords, and take an intermission. Tension ran into the field air at once.

I fall into the feeling that even the air particles have stopped. If you move your toes even a millimeter, I even get a feeling this equilibrium will collapse.

With both of us stopping, time passes. I also feel like a minute is an hour.

I felt a little windy, and the moment I thought, Helen's body was right there. I swing like a wooden sword in a hurry.

There was a gushing noise and my wooden sword played Helen's sword, which was looming from outside my sight. I was critical and on time, but if the reaction had been delayed for even a moment, it would have ended well with the current blow.

Of course, that can't even stop Helen from attacking. Seeing as you failed the first shot, you've quickly rolled out the other sword. I am desperate to carry out Helen's attacks one after another.

I know it's because I have a sword in both hands, but Helen's body movement is not small. It's moving like I'm dancing. It would even be beautiful from the side.

Now it's a wooden sword, so even if it's somewhat poorly struck, it'll take up to the fracture (of course, if the fracture happens in the cervical spine or head, this will also be life-threatening), but if this were that short sword, I'd treat it chopped up with a sword or not, and I'd be frightened.

I sweat all kinds of cold sweats and take the opportunity to launch an attack. Maybe those soldiers would be stopping it. It's a blow, but Helen plays it without difficulty and pokes at the gaps that have happened because of the attack.

"Knock."

I'm desperate to let go of my time and rebuild, but the speed of the "thunder."

It was packed in time that should have been vacated in an instant, making it another side of the war prevention. It outshines Helen's onslaught as the gutsy and wooden swords make a fierce bump into each other.

I can't give out any more attacks like I just gave you. There is no gap that can be rolled out in the first place. But as it is, it is jilli poor.

It's been a long time too...... I feel like I haven't grasped it in 15 or 30 minutes or not used to it.

It was time to get to the limit of my health. Even though he is young, he is thirty years old, who has reached his peak; he is not as inexhaustible as he was in his twenties. At least in my case.

Either way, Heba falls and ends like this. Is it better than that yet?

I stayed put, and I stitched out a blow all over Helen's attacking gap.

Can I say, of course, that blow couldn't tailor Helen, and conversely, my consciousness turned dark when I felt a shock in my jaw.

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