It seems that we will be able to get through this winter smoothly.
Although Azka Village is not a heavy snow area, it is often covered with snow in winter.
Farm work also stops in winter, and food for this period must be prepared before autumn.
The most important thing is to ensure food, which is the staple food, but I received a lot of flour and potatoes during the kobold uprising this year, so don't worry.
The side dishes are also smoked fish and wood rat caught in the autumn.
In the winter, you can't catch two, so you have to go on a diet, but there's no need for a family of five to eat a small piece of bacon.
In addition, migratory birds come in winter.
So far I'm just watching with my fingers, but if I use natural magic I should be able to catch it.
"If you don't have to worry about finding food in winter, you just need to concentrate on practicing stick skills and magic."
Cat people wear their own fur and are better suited to rampage in the winter than in the summer.
About two months after I started swinging, I finally got permission from Mr. Zeol to move on to the next stage.
"Okay, you should be able to swing this much iron rod. Now that you have settled down, let's move on to the next stage."
"What should I do next?"
"It's a meeting with me. If you can hit me, then go."
When Mr. Zeol got his own stick, he threw one at me too.
"Whether it's your arms, your legs, your torso, your head, it doesn't matter. Give me a hit and entertain me. No magic, though."
"Geez, don't you have the magic to deal with Mr. Zeol?"
"I fully understand that your magic is troublesome and if you use it you might be able to hit me, but that doesn't mean you can practice clubbing. Purely, fight with your own strength, skill and intelligence. "
In fact, in order to prepare for the encounter with Mr. Zeol one day, I have prepared various mitigation methods, such as three-dimensional maneuvers with my feet, defense with shields, and invisible obstacles under my feet... I'm sorry. .
Facing Zeor, he held a stick casually in his right hand and could only stand normally.
"Let's go!"
The stick he pushed forward with force was easily knocked over.
Although it seemed like a light blow, the impact was so strong that my hand went numb and I almost let go of the stick.
I grabbed the stick that looked like it was going to fly into the sky and swung it at Mr. Zeol's shoulder.
Instead of a bounce this time, Mr. Zeol added a stick to deflect the ballistic trajectory and added force to accelerate my stick.
Unable to stop his momentum, he fell hard to the ground, and then Mr. Zeol's stick was at his throat.
"again"
"Yes!"
I distanced myself again to face him, this time I aimed at my feet and slashed the stick, but of course was stopped.
I moved the stick along the blocked one, aiming for Zeol's hand, but easily avoided it, and the jumping stick came to rest just under my chin.
"Use your wrists more gently and focus on connecting attacks smoothly. Again."
"Yes!"
Next, I went around to the left side where I was not holding the stick and tried to hit, but Mr. Zeol shook his head and moved his eyes, but he did not change the stick or turn his body, so I threw the stick away. When I hit it, it stabbed hard into my stomach.
"Cuckoo"
"I didn't teach you how to move lightly. You must stand firm when you swing the bat and deliver power, again."
"Uh yes!"
Even so, even as he swung forward, backward, left, right, and struck, he never once reached Mr. Zeol's body.
Mr. Zeol, on the other hand, did not move a step from his original position.
The flies flying around the giant tiger seemed to be driven away by the giant tiger's tail.
"In this case, even if you use heavenly magic, the result will not change."
"Okay, that's all for today."
"Haha, haha, thank you so much."
"not bad."
"Uh, I mean, not to mention a blow, not even a scratch."
"Of course I can't be beaten by a chick who's been carrying a stick for two months."
"ha"
"But at first we could only hit two, and now we're hitting six."
"Ah of course"
"I've moved on normally, and from now on, practice your swing with the horizontal bar as if you're actually hitting the ball."
"That's a plus on the swing you've done so far isn't it?"
"Yeah. You know, winter is free anyway, right?
"Huh"
Unlike when I was checking my swing, I felt tired because I was in a state of tension.
I think Miguel and the others, who come every three days, haven't shown up for a while, so they let their guard down.
As I walked toward home at dusk, a man jumped out of the bushes on the left side of the road.
I heard a swaying rustle in the bushes and immediately felt a dull pain in my back.
"How about it, Nyango! Have you figured it out!"
The impact of the blow caused him to fall forward and crouch down. When he turned around, he saw Miguel raising the stick with a proud expression on his face.
"Ah, I just realized you are such a shameless bastard."
As soon as I passed by hiding in the blind spot of my left eye, she jumped out and punched her from behind.
As I lay on the road, stick in hand, Miguel's men surrounded me.
"Hehe, let's do it!"
The six men around me dropped their sticks as Miguel chuckled.
"shield"
The six sticks he swung down were repelled by the air shield, making a clanging sound.
While he was passionate about his arcane swings, that didn't mean he neglected his magical training.
I used steps to establish a foothold in the forest, put on my armor, and practiced swings while protecting my back with a shield.
The hardening range, thickness and strength are further improved.
"How is this going?"
"You hit something."
"Damn it, it's dirty!"
Miguel's men waved their clubs, but the three large shields stacked together without any gaps did not flinch.
"You guys, how do you feel about just beating and not being beaten?"
As I sat on the road talking to him, the men stopped and looked at Miguel.
"W-what are you doing? The only opponent is Nyango! Hurry up and pack up!"
"Damn it! It hurts"
Miguel belts Dulles at him, but he slams his face into the shield and sits down.
Kimble tried to kick in, but was blocked by a shield and fell to the ground.
While I slowly stood up and showed my composure, my men retreated in panic.
Some people even ran away when I landed with the iron bar in my hand.
"So, Miguel. Are you ready? You're not going to say you can't fight one-on-one just because you're afraid, are you?
After taking off the protective shield and taking a step forward, Dulles and Kimble, who were sitting down, quickly stood up and retreated to the side of the road.
"Haha, I'm not afraid of you."
Although he said he was not afraid, Miguel could not hide his trembling voice.
Before the farewell ceremony, I was scared by the physical difference, but now I don’t feel like I would lose even without using magic.
Obtain natural magic, fight kobolds, and learn stick skills from Mr. Zeol to exercise.
I don’t think any of that is the cause, but it could be the result of working so hard since I left the nest.
"Well, I can't help it, so let's do it. But since it's a martial arts competition, there's no magic. No, don't use magic!"
Miguel grabbed a stick and yelled at him.
"This guy is gurgling"
He lurched towards Miguel, who raised his stick high above his head and struck Hutto hard.
"When is the next time?"
Looking down at Miguel, who was clutching his stomach and rolling, he shouted to his men, but they all looked away and did not respond.
