We Live in Dragon's Peak

I'm an idiot. [M]

I arrived on my way home after a long talk and light instruction about Sleighsta the Dragon.

My mother was so happy when I brought home the firewood and fruit she was collecting. But then I told him I had lost my purchasing sword in the woods, and he got fistbones from my father, who came home angry.

The truth is, Old Sleighsta threw it away, but I can't tell you that.

Yes, the dragon forest sanctuary, the giant dragon Sleighsta, and the spiritual tree have been pushed to no avail. It's probably a secret I can't even tell the brave Listeer.

The next day I went to school, of course.

However, from this day forward, I am not practicing swords, but spending my martial arts time with the Crescios who train in spells.

The fact that I abandoned my training in swordsmanship without a curse not only hurt my teachers and former kingdom knights who were retired to teach, but also my classmates saw me with white eyes.

I was very worried by Listea, but I sat in the corner of the training ground feeling sorry for not being able to speak properly about why, and I do meditation training.

"In school, you don't practice swordsmanship, you meditate and you feel the dragon pulse."

Follow this old Sleighsta word and I will meditate.

From all around, I was supposed to live the days when I was seen as the child of Azuma, a painful child who meditated meaninglessly without any martial arts training.

But I had a sense that meditation training was important.

Because if you meditate in the moss garden, you can feel the dragon pulse, but you can't feel the dragon pulse no matter how much you meditate outside the woods.

According to Old Sleighsta, the moss square is easy to feel because it is directly above the mainstream of the dragon vein in a special place. But outside, it comes off the mainstream, so you don't feel like you won't work too hard?

Right now, I trained to feel the dragon pulse outside the moss square.

In school, meditate on the day that comes and the day that comes, and train to feel the dragon pulse. In the afternoon we hurried to the Dragon Forest and meditated after all under Old Sleighsta. And it became my routine to teach dance.

My assessment at school is entirely that of an idiot. [M] No one wants to join me in regular site survey practice. [M]

It's just that at first, Listeer. Then there's Crescio. And other students and spellmaster teachers who were training in spells were gradually showing interest in my depth of meditation.

Every day in Moss Square, I felt fulfilled.

As I became able to feel the dragon pulse clearly, I moved on to the practice of pouring the power of the dragon pulse into me.

This is so hard.

Sensibly, it's like drawing only what you need from a torrential river using a raspberry.

If I butt into the torrent and shallow the razor, I can't absorb what I want. If you stick your clams in as much as you want, the torrent will take you from body to body and drown you. Even if I think I could plug it in well, the raspberry will break without withstanding the torrent.

I couldn't do what I thought, but I think I'm growing a little bit under the advice of old Sleighsta.

And dance.

I wonder why I teach the legendary old dragon to dance.

After the training of the dragon pulse it was a dance practice with two tree branches until the sun set.

By the way, when I came to Moss Square, firewood and fruit were prepared every day. And I get chased around by warcraft quite often before I come, but for some reason, I was always in crisis and saved.

Dance.

Old Sleighsta told me that a man has a man's dance, and he coached me every day.

angle of the branches, from the orbit of the circle drawn by the legs raised from the fingertips of the hands to be raised.

He reprimanded me unmindfully when I couldn't, but on the contrary, praised me wholeheartedly for being ingenious.

Little by little, even dancing, I think I'm growing up under old Sleighsta.

By the way, will I still be a dancer? [M] Some days I think so, but I knew I wasn't a dancer's egg, I was an idiot.

"Ernea, you will be practicing at night at the ruins for three days from the day after tomorrow. I'm ready."

One night, my mother pointed me out to me and I remembered something terrible.

Yes, it was. I've been staying at the ruins since the day after tomorrow.

I totally forgot.

The ruins had been temporarily sealed off by the Demons when we first entered the investigation practice before the summer, but were then freed to school again after the Kingdom Knights and Listeers had carried out the investigation without hesitation to ensure their safety.

In turnover with schools in other districts, we repeatedly used ruins for investigation training and defeating weak demons.

And tomorrow the school will be off on an extraordinary basis, and in the meantime I'll be ready to go into the ruins for three days, starting the day after tomorrow, for a full night's practice.

Since I am a child of Azumi, I did not hear from other classmates in the night practice that I would not do it with them.

Listea was paying attention to me, but I couldn't possibly get inside his crew and cause trouble, so I was eventually going to practice night camp alone.

But that turned me into a vendetta, and no one pointed me out, and I forgot the date and forgot to prepare.

Oh, my God. I have to hurry up and get ready tomorrow.

Yeah, I have to tell old Sleighsta that I can't even visit him for three days.

We're closed tomorrow, and we'll go in the morning and tell them before we get ready.

"It's hard not to have three days of dragon forest happiness for you to bring home, but you can't help it."

My mother blushes her shoulders sadly.

For famous purposes, I am supposed to go to the woods every day to pick up firewood, fruit, etc.

In fact, when I go to Moss Square, Old Sleighsta's always ready for me, and I'm just bringing that back.

The firewood and fruit I bring home every day seemed delightful to my mother for my less wealthy home.

When I told him I lost my sword, he was furious that I should no longer go to the Dragon Forest, but now he couldn't stop smiling at my souvenirs, which I take home every day.

I decided to get as ready as I could that night and finish the rest the next day.

The next day I hurry to the Dragon Forest.

I'm busy today. The props needed for the night camp reuse what my father used to use. But I haven't used it in a long time, so I have to inspect it for usage, and if I can't, I need to repair it or buy it again.

Food must also be prepared for three days' worth of water and food.

I guess I share the work with a couple of fellow students, but I'm alone, so I have to do it all myself.

You have to tell Old Sleighsta three days' absence and hurry back and get ready.

I go into the dragon forest and wander.

Moss Square isn't a place you can reach in order to get there, is it?

I can probably get there when I'm lost or chased by that big wolf-like warcraft.

The Warcraft one, he's always ambushing me. I wonder if anyone else is being attacked because no other damage to the Warcraft has gone up to the King's Capital besides me.

Anyway, when he finds me, he chases me around in a mean way.

But I apparently don't feel any signs today.

I usually go into the Dragon Forest in the afternoon after school, so I bet you don't expect me to come in the morning.

I wander unexpectedly through the forest of dragons.

Anyway, we can't reach Moss Square without moving on.

After waiting for the thought of what to do for three days from tomorrow, the signs around me changed unexpectedly.

From clear early morning forest signs to deep, soft air.

I have an instinct that I was immediately led to the moss square.

Through the thick trunk of old trees, I reached the moss square.

In the middle of the square, as usual, there was Old Sleighsta, a giant dragon like Oyama.

Sometimes it was still early in the morning, and he seemed to sleep quietly with his eyes closed.

I guess it came too soon.

Is it better not to wake up the sleeping Sleighsta old?

In the meantime, I walk quietly near old Sleighsta.

Shall I surprise you? An evil thought passed for a moment, but Old Sleighsta dismissed it because he might be surprised and crush me.

Old Sleighsta woke up about the time I walked into Moss Square and halfway there.

"Oh, was it you if you think it was someone? It's not always time to come."

"Yes, I was temporarily suspended today. So I thought I'd tell you about tomorrow."

"Ugh."

Old Sleighsta inhales the dragon pulse with the morning clear air and takes a deep breath.

"Yeah, actually."

but sari.

When I tried to explain what I was doing from tomorrow.

At the end of the moss square, a noise came from the woods of ancient trees, and I looked back.

"Eh."

And I rounded my eyes to an unexpected sight.

There were people.

A woman.

A very beautiful woman.

Blondes close to silver have long hips and shine on dazzling wood leaks in the morning.

Cut long eyes, deep, shiny eyes like gems.

The mouth angle of the thin, but tender lips is a little raised.

The body looks luxurious at first sight with a small face has a good posture.

The goddess appeared.

That's what I thought instantly.

The woman was surprised to see me, too.

"I don't know if I'm ever going to see you again in this way."

Only Old Sleighsta looked delightfully at me and the woman.

"Elnea, that is your daughter-in-law. Mistral, this man is your husband."

"" What? "

Me and the woman raised their voices of surprise at the same time.

"Wong, what does this mean"

"Grandpa, what did you just say?"

Me and the woman listen back at the same time and look up at old Sleighsta.

"Ha ha. Mistral, you have always been troubled by the talk of friendship. Just fine, marry Ernea. And, O Elnea, the tits which thou wilt desire."

"" Huh!?

Even once again, the voice of me and the woman fell on Old Sleighsta's outrageous remarks.

Oh, boobs...

I saw a woman called Mistral. [M]

Mr. Mistral carefully placed a lot of firewood and fruit in both hands under his feet first, approaching Old Sleighsta with a foothold that seemed to sound softly.

Oh, maybe. Was she always collecting firewood and fruit every day?

But Mr. Mistral's breasts walk under old Sleighsta in angry, mind-blowing footsteps.

There wasn't...

It's full.

"Mmm, that's a lot. I do not understand the values of the breasts of those who look like people. Isn't it a good idea? Wouldn't it be great if it wasn't big?"

Old Sleighsta roars after reading my thoughts.

"Monsieur, fix it there"

Mr. Mistral approached Old Sleighsta with a tremendous killing temper and held the weapon of his hips.

That one.

A pink black one-handed stick. A one-handed stick with countless horrible thorns growing in the tipped sphere.

Mr. Mistral shakes up a one-handed stick.

"Ma, wait, wait, wait. Calm down, Mistral. Don't get too early."

Old Sleighsta in a hurry.

"No questions asked"

The tip of the pink black single-handed stick glows pale.

And Mr. Mistral shook a one-handed stick down Old Sleighsta's fingertips.

With a pale glow pulling its tail, it hits.

Shortly afterwards, columns of pale light thrust through to heaven.

"Ghaaaa."

Old Sleighsta screaming.

"What a little dragon girl would do to me."

Old Sleighsta intimidates Mr. Mistral, but with tears, he's not powerful at all.

Satisfied with the blow, Mr. Mistral fixed his one-handed stick to the waist and ignored Old Sleighsta.

Old Sleighsta's fingertips were sinking and bleeding.

Oh, could it have been Mr. Mistral's blow to injure a similar place a long time ago?

Or what a horrible woman to let a legendary ancient dragon eat a blow and injure her. What a monstrous move.

As I was sweating cold, Mr. Mistral looked at me with a cold eye.

"Mm-hmm. It's just disturbing my chest."

Turning his face bright red in many ways, Mr. Mistral walked up to me this time.

Oh, it feels so dangerous.