Okami Wa Nemuranai

12

The next day, as I was practicing (recovery) with Nike, Eda came.

"Just now ~ ~! Oh, Jericho, how you doing? Here, a souvenir."

"Shut up, you're home."

"Isn't that cute? Oh, I'm new here."

I mean, Edda doesn't know who Nike is, and she's new to Nike.

"Lecan! You were home. How was the labyrinth? That woman, who?

With a terribly cold eye, Edda dazzled Nike.

"Hi, I'm Nike. It's Grandma Sheila's grandson. I'm an adventurer."

"What, grandson? Adventurer? Nike? No way, Nike from Comet Slash?

"Some people call me that."

"Kiki, the golden one?

"Oh."

When she found out Nike was golden, Eda switched words quickly.

"Oh, yeah, you are. Nike from Comet Slash was Sheila's grandson."

(You're the one who's weak on authority...)

"You're Eda. Grandma's talking to me. He's a really creepy rookie."

"Mi, Miko Mi, no. I can't believe it's so dull, but that's how Sheila tells me."

At this time I heard a voice in the front door.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. You're kidding me!

I heard it somewhere, but I can't remember. Neither the red dots that have been shown in Life Sensing earlier are characteristic enough to be discernible by themselves. Most of all, I can hardly identify an individual with "life sensing" if I'm not in the same condition as I was when I was staying at the Zaid Mall family, where I live every day with a defined rash on my face.

"Ha ~ i"

Edda responded with a brainy voice and headed to the front door.

And I came back to the work room and I said,

"Um. Mr. Nike. The knight Agate Urban."

"Ahhh. It's the only way. Let me through here."

"Yes."

Guided by Eda, the knight Agate and one of his sides came into the room. Earlier greetings seemed to be voices near this side.

Rekan stood up and turned behind Nike.

"Hey, come here often. You can put it on there."

Nike recommended the chair to Aguito, but Aguito did not sit down and offered him a great thank you.

"Lord Nike. Are you all right! I see you again, this agate, the extreme of gratitude."

"Good for you. So, what are you doing today?"

"Running errands and water. I will spare no effort to protect the peace and well-being of Lord Nike."

"Then you polish your arms or tactics a little bit more. You can't protect the people."

"Oh, don't say that. Since then, we've been training every day."

"Heh. Then I'll give it a try. Out in the yard. You too, Lecan."

Five people who were there went out into the garden.

"Boy. Try cutting into these big bumps. Lecan, don't pull your sword out. Don't let the other person's body blow you away."

"I wish I could kill this man."

"It's bare hands versus swords. So if I kill this man, I'll admit you."

"Well, don't forget those words!

In front of the uncrafted Lekan, Agate pulls out his sword and puts his strength to rest. Lecan doesn't have his hands on the pattern under his jacket with the "Rusk's Sword" he bought from the town's weapons store hanging on his hips.

Agate is also smooth and not low in height, but there is a difference of one or more heads from Lecan. At best, it will send a miserable gaze to Lecan.

"Eh."

Agate cut along with the voice of temper.

Recan took it with his left forearm. Your King Bear's coat doesn't hold a gap in a poor attack. Still, Agate desperately pushes his sword in.

Lekan looked a little troubled and looked at Nike. Nike doesn't want anything.

However, he grabbed the sword with his right index finger and thumb and twisted it up.

"Ah."

With a rather pitiful voice, Agate let go of her sword.

Rekan hit his knee with the sword pattern and the tip of the sword he had taken away.

Pong, and a loud noise broke my sword in plenty.

Lekan called out, as the vicinity tried to take Agate home.

"Take home your broken sword"