Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

There's no intensity in a wooden sword meeting.

It was a move, as lightly indicated, as if it were even a promise combiner.

Swing it down from the front and it will be taken with a wooden sword you put to sleep.

If you pay Yokohama, he will fall back and squeeze you.

Roll out the poke and they'll flush it out.

Before it hits, there's not enough pushing in.

From the eyes of Shuiming, the battle didn't seem like a refill.

You are too grown up to carry out a Rigid Sword and overwhelm your opponent into a Refill of Sword Muscle. Even though he usually emits temper during sword strikes, he seems to have a leak of distress every time he punches in the reverse.

No, that's what they're making me do. To Mirror Shiro. No matter how much martial arts you put into your sword, or whether you want to get tempered and put pressure on it, when Mirror Shiro waves his sword, he moves to match it.

That's what they make me do.

Because if you don't, you won't get Mirror Shiro's sword. Because Refill, too, has an unreasonable intuition and feels it.

One or both hands, one or one hand. Even if Refill pushes in with all his might, Mirror Shiro will never reach the sword, and vice versa, when Mirror Shiro pushes in, even if Refill supports the sword with both hands, it is in a state of being pushed in.

Naturally, the difference in muscle strength between a man and a woman is not taken into account here. Paranormal power is always added to the power of Refill, and Mirror Shiro is not the right man to look at.

If Refill's opponent was Hatsumi, he would also roll out one or two of his moves. But Mitsukshiro never complains about his moves. Just waving a wooden knife. Just take it. Nonetheless, this is the case.

That's the realm of the remembered. If you learn martial arts, so that you can stand and behave, if you "get to it," you can also be unreasonable in the movements that are not enough to take.

It's crazy in the eyes. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't match. It's supposed to, but rather the beginning and end that the balance leans toward Mirror Shiro.

On the other hand, there is a voice of surprise coming from around. "Can you eat so much," "I'm typing in," and so on, all praising Lephire's skill. Even though Mirror Shiro's skill is recognized as extraordinary.

Eventually, you get a paragraph in the stand-up, too, and you two start taking each other in. Whereas Mirror Shiro, whose face is as cool as it was before his stand-up, Lefir, on the other hand, is breathless. I was sweating and breathing on my shoulders.

And then, no way, I poked my knee on the spot.

"... Suimei, how long has it been?

"About five minutes. Didn't you get it?

"... oh, time's gonna be a mess"

That would mean you were getting more focused. It's fatal that you can't see around, but even if you had as much skill as she did, you wouldn't have been eating down on Mirror Shiro.

"Grandmaster. One more bottle, please."

"No, get some rest"

"But I haven't..."

"You say you have some spare time? Don't look like that. I'm in a hurry, I can't be strong, okay?

Once you calm down, Mirror Shiro tells you to refill. On the other hand, she also seemed to remain calm to listen properly to the words of the superiors, although she was heating up in the game.

"I understand. But I want to be strong as soon as possible."

"So he wants to cross swords more than once?

"Yes."

"I know how that feels. But there's no shortcut to getting stronger, and we can't go fast down the road in a hurry."

Are you not convinced? Although I didn't seem dissatisfied, I could see the color as if I wasn't convinced by her eyes.

Mitsukshiro also senses it or breathes.

And

- Then I'll show you the strongest sword anyone can use.

Mirror Shiro suddenly said that, he set up on the upper level.

Yes, the upper level. It is a common, unchanging structure.

There's nothing else there. No matter how much I watched, Mirror Shiro didn't seem to sneak strange moves or hands.

"... Grandmaster. No way, just swing it down from top to bottom, huh?

"Your answer. No way."

"Such a simple sword is the strongest."

He doesn't even fall in love with Lephire. You also think you're being ridiculed, your eyes contain the color of suspicion.

But Mirror Shiro looked so flat.

"Extreming that simple sword is the hardest thing in the world. Neither have I. There are three or no people in the world who can use this right now. Sora-"

Hanging... No, I couldn't tell everyone who was in the dojo if that was the hanging. After his skin was burned by the illusion that the hot air had blown on him, he realized that was Mirror Shiro's fearsome martial law - the tip of the wooden knife was shaken off on the floor of the dojo.

A sword flash that can't even be captured by the magician's eyes is just one blade of lightning.

I guess even Refill, who was in front of me, couldn't react.

When will they swing it down? No, it's not. The fact that this sword was [already swung down] at the moment it was erected is a set.

The sword that swings down from top to bottom is the strongest. A sword you can use because you believe in it and you don't believe in it. Because it is the strongest sword, I will not let it go. Because to break this sword lies indeed in breaking its strongest faith.

It is therefore the strongest. It has not reached the level of ease, but has already reached the impossible.

Refill is stunned, as if he had witnessed a blue sky thunderbolt. Do you see Mirror Shiro's hand, or do you see a shaken wooden knife?

"... the strong guy, everyone uses this. The more you defy the force that pulls you down. Because the sword sharpens its momentum. Whatever means you take, you can't zero it."

Mitsukshiro says so as to chant, and asks Lefir, who is still suddenly in the midst of his own loss.

"Hey Refile. Can you imagine yourself using this when you see it now? You can't, can you? That's because you don't have enough basement to see that vision."

"That, ha."

"It's an extreme story, you don't try to do what you have to do properly, it's like you're trying to remember this one step away from your current state. Well, if you're so unscrupulous, you'll lose sight of the sword path."

"- But I have to be strong. Is it something you shouldn't ask for that answer?

"Right there. When I'm about your arm, I'm not on the level of what kind of workout to do cheaply anymore, or what to target. So..."

Mirror Shiro separates there once, poking at the core.

"Don't try to find answers cheaply about what to do or what to do. Even if you set it up and chase it with an answer there, it's a fantasy you made. That kind of thing doesn't end up anywhere. If you still want something, you better change your mind."

"Mindfulness, is it?

"This is another problem with your sword. You're too willing to lose. Wouldn't you?

"It's... yes"

Refile affirms Mirror Shiro's words. You're right, there's an unbeatable battle waiting for Lephire. Then it is only natural for that will to come out strong.

"Swordsmen, dying in the sword is what they want. I don't do Daisheng as a swordsman if I don't think it's only life when I'm old enough to think about swords all the time and die standing together. You can never be strong without the thought that you can die on your sword at any time. So the swordsman immerses himself in Rakuten and enjoys the wind currents. Whenever you die, don't leave any regrets. Have you ever seen a guy like that?

To Mirror Shiro's inquiry, Refile complains this time. That's because there was a verse that came to mind, no matter what. Lemaia Taylor, the closest swordsman to Lefir today, and certainly the one who enjoys Rakuten and the wind currents.

Mirror Shiro either guessed at Lefir's attitude or gave him an invincible grin.

"You're here. Then you know what I'm talking about."

After Mirror Shiro said so, he takes the wooden knife upside down and speaks in a cursory manner.

"A swordsman's mindset in front of a stand-up is to become a single sword. There is no room for victory or defeat to pinch there. Throw away everything you have when you put your enemies in front of you. When there is fright, that is the only reason to stay on foot. If you stop, nature, you won't be able to go as far as the other person's nostalgia. If we don't move on, we won't get the cut. Because of that, it was often a dark cloud. Didn't I?"

"- Tz."

Mirror Shiro's description was terribly neat. Indeed, Lephire has always been obsessed with victory, and it was a dark cloud. I didn't step forward, and for a sure win, I didn't dare take any adventures.

I didn't spare my life, but I did.

"What do you say? Doesn't that make sense? You were born not because you despised your life, but because you despised the use of your life."

Refill's arm slowly lowers.

I guess it's because they poked at a star I can't even recognize myself.

Indeed, there were many battles in Refile that seemed to give up lives. Without knowing it, it was out of the way you fought as a swordsman and risked your life for victory.

The point is the difference between planned and unplanned. The former is just abandoned, and the latter bounced extra things like rush and fright out of that abandonment to argue where and how to use it.

Oh, you lose, this way you lose. Such an idea frightened me and disturbed me, limiting the way I should fight as a swordsman.

Being a sword and dying.

That is the mindset as a swordsman, a living to win as a swordsman.

"... this mindset may contradict your way of life. But if you want to win with a sword, cut off all the elements that cause hesitation. Use your life to crush it for just one thing: win with your sword, not just win. It's not cowardice but inertia that frightens me after I die."

Mirror Shiro, who said so as a swordsman's forerunner, returns his posture to nature.

And

"- Finally, I'll show you what I mean."

To say no or no, the pressure far exceeds that of the earlier hot wind whilst still martial arts, blows. It's like the auspicious winds, the tsunamis, all the "pushing things" you can think of have condensed into one, something. Even Mizumi, immersed in mystery and in the ranks of the great class (high grand class), was under the pressure of a swordsman, who was likely to be dazzled.

Shortly afterwards, Refill walked into the spot.

If you look, you're trembling, like you've seen fear itself.

The fear must be due to seeing his heights as a swordsman.

Mirror Shiro fogs up the pressure all the time and smiles.

"I've been waving my sword for over thirty years and this is it at last. The person I admired looked like this, but that's an exception to the rule."

"... can I, too, be like the Grandmaster?

Mitsukshiro sighed in disgust at Lefir's inquiry.

"... first of all, there's something wrong with the premise. So, how do you know you can't be strong? With all that stuff inside, it's not hard to be strong. It's easier than me being suspiciously talented. Well, if you push the right way and don't give up and keep asking..."

So once the words are separated, Mirror Shiro turns to Mizumi as if he noticed something.

"Hey Mizumi. You, that's why you brought me here."

"Yeah. Well."

Yes. If people who are too strong are told that they can be sure to be strong, they will also see hope. Human beings who may be out of the way, but have no respite until the battle, like Refile, will need to.

Mirror Shiro noticed that, scratching his head,

"Right. Another piece of advice."

To Mirror Shiro's teachings, Lefir finds herself in a position to correct her residence and not miss a word.

And the words that have been given are:

"Come sightseeing"

"Huh?"

"This is the first time you've been to Japan, isn't it?

"Yes, sir"

"But don't think about the sword at all. Empty and enjoy. That's one of those mental training things."

"What is it..."

"Change your mind. If you do a lot of that, then you'll get used to your feelings. What you have to do now is soak yourself in ease. If you ease yourself up that you're not used to making things easier, you'll eventually get wind currents."

"Wind currents......"

That's what Lemaire said, too.

To be hypersensitive to victory and calm the mind that was offered. And spiritual cultivation, to make the sword flair and have its own power.

Now that he needed it, Mitsuro said so and went back to his seat.