For some reason, a situation similar to when I first came here happened.
However, I had fought Lanos alone back then, whereas the difference now was that I had to fight over a dozen people at once.
Even though they didn't drink alcohol, their faces had turned red because of the atmosphere, and they pointed their blades at me.
The sunlight glinted off their weapons, revealing their sharpness.
In Easton, there was a saying that sparring was like fighting.
They fought with real swords even when training because they didn’t know when they might be attacked.
For this reason, I liked their way of doing things more than I was used to.
There wasn’t a real sense of danger when I fought with a wooden sword.
At worst, we might break some bones.
However, with actual blades, a single mistake could spell the difference between life and death.
The tension made my body feel hot; I could die if I did something wrong.
“Will you be okay to deal with all of us at once?”
"Yes. Please.”
Seven rangers, four knights, their level ranging from low to intermediate expert.
They were similar to or sligh...
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