Iron Blood Conquers Expansion 209

Chapter 209 - Chapter 209 Internal Organizing-6

Blue Seal's barracks.
Under the declaration of a duel, the underground returned straight away.
Brang was waiting at the private training ground in the basement.
Standing and waiting, she opened her mouth with a heavy face as the basement approached.

"Come..."

Brang was about to speak, but she didn't wait for the basement.
Rebellion must be broken.
Her basement dug in at first, swinging her arm.

Damn!

A face not protected by her armor, an underground slap pressed against her cheek.

"What..."

Brang, her mouth bursting in an instant, stumbled and tried to draw her sword as she backed away.
But she slapped her on the cheek again as the basement didn't give her a break and dug in again.

Damn!!

"Ruler..."

Because it was a hit with her magic power, blood burst in her mouth at once.
As her basement beats him wordlessly, Bran reflexively covers her face with her arm.
But Jiha didn't hit her further and brushed off her hand.

"From now on, think carefully and speak."
"..."

It was meant to be a greeting, and it was a warning that something worse could happen depending on the conversation.
Jiha looked at her bran and brushed her hand lightly.
Red handprints were engraved on the white cheeks of the androgynous beauty in front of her, and red blood flowed down her pale pink lips.
She was oddly queer, given that she was in fact a woman.

But the underground didn't blink her eyes.
It doesn't matter if it's a girl or not, it's not even my girl, so what does it matter?
She could have killed as long as she was not her own woman.
And Brang is her face madam, who has been put in place to crack down on her guards.
Depending on what you do, you can see it good or you can see it badly.

By the way, a duel application?
This was a lower class rebellion, and she didn't intend to look down on the basement.
Even Uniques follow him, so what am I even trying to do?
No, no matter who it was, I couldn't spare anyone who challenged his authority.

"..."

Bran froze as he stroked his cheek, probably not knowing that the basement would suddenly become sharp.

"Now stop acting like a woman and tell me. Think and tell me that your life depends on it."
"Now, wait a minute..."
"What, is the armor new?"

The underground laughed because it was absurd.
If Dir is a weapon, he can handle the subterranean as he pleases.
In other words, the sword Brang usually uses cannot harm the underground, and the armor cannot block attacks from the underground.
The fact that Jihaha deliberately intimidated him by slapping him on the cheek meant that he could kill you without any need.
But looking back, Brang's sword and armor were not Dirga Weapons.

"Wow, you prepared yourself. Is this? Enthusiasm stands out OK, I got it. I will treat you with enthusiasm."

There was a place to write it, but this is a different story.
As the underground strode forward, Brang quickly opened his mouth.

"It was Narsha-sama's order."
"..."

In a word, the basement understood the situation.
The basement closed its eyes and sighed.

"... Are you rather agitated because you put him on to take care of him?"

After Lungtao's death, Narsha was mentally unstable.
In case the other escorts could use that opportunity to do something, I put Ri Jin and Brang, who is actually a woman, to take care of them.
Although Brang is a bit inflexible, it is true that she treats Narsha with her loyalty, so it is a good appointment.
Is this the result?

"Ah..."

Jiha pressed his forehead and sighed.
Brang had no choice but to listen to Narsha.
Because Narsha also has the right to control the Dirga Weapon.

"It's okay. Go I will handle it."
"No, it was Narsha-sama's order, but... I have my will."

Brang calmly drew his sword. Her basement narrowed her eyes and looked at her.

"Do you really think you can beat me?"

Brang's strength was that Dir was dependent on his weapon.
Dir couldn't properly attack the underground who had control over the weapon.
The cold sword and the armor he was wearing were nothing more than well-made lumps of metal.
With her normal rank, all she had left was pure swordsmanship.

"Longtao lost to you, but I did not. I had no choice but to follow your instructions because of Narsha-sama... I'll have to check with my sword to see if he's really above me."
"..."

Underground's face softened a bit.
For the first time, Brang was getting her liking.

"Aren't you taking care of yourself?"
"No, I will do it now. Because I woke up."
"..."

Brang looked down at her basement with clear eyes, oblivious to the wound in her mouth.
She holds her sword in both her hands and looks straight ahead.

"Good."

Jiha calmly drew her sword.
Since he demanded it head-on, he had to prove that he deserved to be on top.

As Brang pointed out, she hadn't lost to the basement yet.

But it is clear that it is long and short.
Even if Dir could use her weapon, Brang, who had watched her fight to the death with Long Tao, would know that she couldn't win.

'It's a rite of passage.'

It wouldn't be a problem to step on them if they mobilized magical powers or special abilities, but in this case, that shouldn't be the case.
Brang was coming against her with only her bare hands and her sword, so if she wanted to take her down, she had to compete on the same line as her.
Previously, Brang was just a guy who relied on Dirga weapons, but she's a little different now.
She wanted to throw it off and respond to the opponent who was attacking her purely with only her sword.

Underground and Brang faced each other and turned slowly.
A pure sword-to-sword fight with nothing else, it was Brang who attacked first.
A light leap, while stretching the body, blows a sharp stab.
Quick and sharp

"..."

Jiha, admiring her heart, turned her body to avoid her.
When Brang tried to stab her again, she raised her sword while turning around to dodge.

Chaeeng!

Pure brute force without the use of magical power, in the weight class, of course, the basement is ahead. Her bran's arm trembled greatly.
Brang is lighter than the Underground even with her armor making up for her weight.
When Brang was pushed away, Jiha didn't care and pushed on. As her cellar rapidly descended, Bran punched her, blocking her swift sword.
A fairly clean straight stab, Jiha admired inwardly and gently flowed it out with his palm.
Then, she lifted the gladius she had been drawing down.

"Kuk!"

When the underground deliberately continued to attack in the same direction, but suddenly changed its trajectory, Brang panicked and tried to block it with his arm, but hesitated.

"Why did you stop?"

Jiha put the sword to her neck and asked softly.
Of course, even if they continued, underground would have won, but Brang hesitated for a moment.

"Because it's not the armor I usually wear... I was slow to judge whether it would be okay to block it."
"I know why I lost."

Underground said lightly as he drew his sword.

"Attack isn't bad. The form is also clean. It's a problem that it's mostly linear, but it's usable. However, the defense is weak."

It must have been a side effect of Dir constantly relying on her weapon to fight.
Powerful items help right now, but block long-term growth.
How to become weak when you rely on an item when you can't use that item.

"... Okay."

Bran nodded his head relievedly.
Even if her jihad didn't have control of the Dirga weapon, she wouldn't have defeated her jihad in the end.
She knew it when she actually experienced it.

"You're right. Longtao looked after me."
"There is no need to be discouraged. Because the perfection of the attack technique is good."

She sincerely praised the basement.
In Words Land, all the strong fighters fought using magic, so there weren't that many cases where the level of perfection of technology was high.
In order for an attack by brute force to be effective, it must be struck in the correct posture to deliver the force properly.
That is why martial artists usually practice the same movement thousands or tens of thousands of times to get used to it.

However, by using mana, it was possible to deliver a shock even if it was moderately hit.
So, in close-quarters or hand-to-hand combat, it was common for decisions to be made based on instantaneous judgment, responsiveness, or amount of magic attribute rather than the degree of technical perfection.

In the first place, if I had a special ability, I usually won with it, so I didn't fight well in close combat.
Jihaha had to turn the situation around with relatively little magical power and special ability, so he had no choice but to prefer close combat.
Since Brang is a normal level with no magical powers, she has been training her skills by honing them.
That skill didn't rust even after Dir got the weapon.

"But the defense technology needs to be reinforced a little."
"Okay then..."

Bran nodded her head obediently, and she stuck her sword into her ground, then knelt down in front of her and bowed her head.

"I lost. So, as promised, I will use my sword and body for you."

Pledge of allegiance, Jiha replied quietly.

"I accept it. Wake up."
"Yes."

Bran stood up quietly and she bowed her head once more.
Her changed attitude, underground, is really what she chose as her master.
It wasn't just that she had control over the Dirga Weapon, she was admiring the power of the underground and swore to follow it.

"I'm presumptuous from the start, but may I ask you for one thing?"
"Say it."
"Narsha-nim is very anxious. Please reassure me."
"What if I refuse?"

The basement deliberately asked once.
Brang didn't think of this. She had a hard face, then she shook her head slowly.

"Then I have nothing to say."
"There is no flexibility... If you're really in a hurry, you'll have to grab hold of my pants and ejaculate."
"..."

Brang couldn't tell if she was serious or joking.
The basement was lightly released.

"I'm kidding. I'll solve Narsha's problem, so don't worry about it. You go to a therapist and get some treatment."

He wasn't hurt in the duel, but the basement hit him right away and his cheek was slit.
However, Brang hesitated for a moment before she spoke cautiously.

"That... It's a bit strange to say, but thank you for hitting me."
"I can't afford that taste."

Of course, it's pretty fun to hug a girl and spank her butt.
Jiha, who was joking, tried to add, but shut her mouth.

Would it be acceptable to make sexual demands?
Underground destroyed anyone who dared to attack, but did not bother if he obeyed. He was the one who tried to treat me well, using sticks and carrots.
It's a bit strange to deal with a female subordinate you don't hug.
Bran shook her head slowly.

"It's not like that... She doesn't really look at me as a woman."
"..."

That's because underground fights don't discriminate between genders.
But Bran seemed to be happy inside.
She seemed content to see her as her equal, not as her woman, but as her warrior wielding her sword.
Dressing up as a man and deceiving Narsha, Dir must have gone through a lot of hardships to become a powerful person who receives weapons.

Underground nodded.

"Okay, go and get treatment. Next order will be given soon."
"Yes, chief."

Bran said that and left the place.
The basement that was left scratched its head lightly.

"Well, just treat them as subordinates."

Brang's technical perfection is fine. As before, if you let Dir use a weapon, he will show off his considerable skills.

"Yes, now split the guards and redeploy them..."

The face of the basement, thinking about the future, sank.
Brang's problem was concluded in this way, but it was not yet solved.
The culprit who created this situation, Narsha Russell Arms, remained.

"I guess I'll have to change my habit."


It was time for internal cleanup before the upcoming external battle.