Chapter 7

Chapter 7: 7

Going to the practice field, the soldiers who were practicing began to squeeze their expressions together.

My father sometimes does arches at the squad yard, but that was very demanding.

For this reason, tension ran when my father came to the practice field.

“I’m not here today to put on an archery. I’m going to test him now.”

The tension in the field is eased by the proclamation not to do my father’s archery.

And the sights of the soldiers were poured on Leeds.

The sight of the soldiers was gathered in his father, so he heard his father’s words and seemed to realize for the first time that Reeds existed.

“Are you testing that Marka?

“Oh, speaking of Ars, this Marka seems to have a great talent. Well, assuming it’s true, you can hire me as a soldier.”

Hearing my father’s words, the soldiers begin to groan.

“Talented to the Markas?” “You don’t. That’s not true.” “Boy says something unusual too.”

Nobody seems to believe in Leeds’ talent.

Well, it’s just a matter of strength to show him.

“Grab the wooden sword”

“Yes.”

Leeds and his father take the wooden sword and turn to each other.

“As a handful, in a three-minute simulation, if you can bathe even a single knife, I’ll do it as a win for you. You won’t lose no matter how many attacks you take until you surrender. Gratz, bring the hourglass.”

“Ha!”

One of the soldiers, Gratz, moved agile, and from the warehouse at the refinery, he brought an hourglass that fell in three minutes.

Something of half-way strength is also a tricky move to actually let my father bathe a machete.

In fact, no soldier here can let his father take a machete in a one-on-one battle.

But if you are as brave as Leeds and have even more infantry aptitude A, then you are likely to be able to do so.

“Speaking of which, I didn’t hear your name from your mouth. Do a mock fight. Name it.”

“It’s Leeds Muses.”

“I am Raven Lovent, Lord of the Lovents. Your power, let me show you.”

Then Gratz turned the hourglass upside down and the mock battle began.

My father was the first to move.

The giant is sumptuous, then moves quickly, swinging down the wooden sword placed on the upper stage.

With all that power, you can’t avoid stunning if you hit your head. If you do poorly, you could die.

If you’re a regular person, you’re about to lose your hips on that pressure and get a buttcake on the spot, but is it because you’ve been creeping around the training ground quite a bit, Leeds calmly backs down and dodges his sword.

Reetz turns to the attack yet despite all his strength to slash him in, his father quickly regains his posture and dodges Reetz’s sword.

To the boulder. Reetz opened his eyes to that too and was surprised.

My father was not a muscle idiot and his skills were superior.

Now turn to the side my father attacks. He was a surprised Leetz, but he was not upset and took the attack of his father.

Then at a tremendous rate, the slaughter begins.

The soldiers, who at first were ridiculous, also watched the offense and shut up.

None of the soldiers here can compete decently one-on-one with my father.

My father is dealing with him for a small amount of time to avoid killing or causing major injury, but he is still soon dropped a wooden sword and most of the time he loses. (i) I’m not talking about where I can shower a machete, I don’t even get a decent battle.

I’m here with a well-trained soldier, but I’m still not my father’s opponent.

This time my father is fighting for real, feeling like he doesn’t care what happens to him.

Leeds hasn’t pulled a step on that.

If you know the strength of my father, you just had to watch how it went and hold your mouth.

However, the reets gradually begin to be pushed by the boulders.

Attacks were made at first, but gradually became a defensive side.

The sand on the hourglass fell by about half, but neither has hit the attack yet. Neither has Leeds, but neither has my father been able to put a single knife in Leeds.

On second thought, eating an attack from an enemy in action would mean dying, according to the hit.

These two men, who will have extensive experience in action, may have little, such as eating attacks from their enemies.

If that happens, this time the handles are practically handy, isn’t it suspicious?

I start to think it’s a little bad. This could be a loss.

After losing a boulder and failing, it’s hard to convince.

In this battle, my father would have admitted Reeds’ talent, but he’s still the one who abides by what he decides to do once.

I would never hire one.

Whatever you do, let me take a baton and watch the mock fight with a feeling of prayer.

The sand almost fell, with only a few hours left.

The boulder father also starts to blunt his movements, whether he’s losing a little strength.

As he waited for it, Reetz attacked his father trying to squeeze out the rest of his health, his temper.

I thought this was my last chance, it would be a ready attack.

It was at my feet that Leeds aimed.

My father was unexpected, he couldn’t defend himself in time, and he ate an attack around Sne.

The soldiers watched the end of the battle with a flashing look that they could not understand what had happened.

Eating an attack on Sne doesn’t hurt my father, he stands. The cry of Benqing, but it didn’t seem like it was my father’s cry.

But now Leeds succeeded in letting his father bathe a machete and won a mock fight. On the contrary, even in action, that was Reeds’ victory now. You might lose more if you do it a few times, but this time Leeds won.

“… you win. I’ll hire you as a soldier, as promised.”

My father said so with some remorse.