Fast and rough, or slow and fine?

Yi always asks me this question. Actually, it can't be said to be a problem. Because there is no room for discussion. Basically, no. You can do it casually, improvised, do whatever you want, or you can do it the easy way. The right way. Slow. Little Shinobi. Conspiracy. His face was always heavy, like he had stepped on. He did. I poured it into his boots, I wanted to make a joke.

But he didn't laugh.

(I laughed, so the joke was a success.) ）

Then again, what's really infuriating is that he's often right. In the years we've been practicing together, I've beaten him as many times as I can...... Twelve times? He's beaten me hundreds of times. Every time, I lost badly. I know I'm not calm enough. always shoots when he is not completely sure, or thinks he has caught a flaw and the result is right in his arms.

I'm not being modest. I'm amazing. Pretty powerful. But Yi, although he doesn't understand humor, is the most powerful person I've ever met. He's not slow, either. He's fast. I've never seen anything faster than him. Let's put it this way: as soon as his sword came out of its sheath and there was a flower in front of him, three men fell to the ground and bled incessantly. It's that fast.

So whenever he tells me that "slow and fine" is better than "fast and rough", I usually try to understand.

The point is to "try".

And "usually".

We were wandering through a jungle of mushrooms more than a man tall when we heard a shout.

At the end of my wonderful joke, I was about to shake off my burden, so Yi gagged me and dragged me into the thistle bushes and hid myself

Six people came. Five warriors tied up an elderly peasant, the old man with an anxious face.

When I saw this situation, I couldn't help but say that I wanted them all to eat me, hoe the strong and help the weak, but Yi grabbed me. He pointed to his mouth and then to his eyes. Watch and see what happens. Operational planning. Fast and rough, or slow and fine?

I sighed and began to scrutinize the group.

The warriors were ragged, hunched and nervous. It seems that they are more focused on the maintenance of their swords than on themselves. As they went, they scanned their surroundings for an ambush. A man shoved a rag into the farmer's mouth, probably to keep him from screaming like that again. Despite their dirty appearance, I dare say they are by no means a bunch of rough bandits. Nine times out of ten, they are the Navoli Brotherhood. It was a group of guerrillas who had been created when the Noxians were calling, and although the war was over, they did not lay down their arms. Some Navoli members are fighting for freedom, some because they only know how to fight, and others, like these people, may simply use the name of the Brotherhood to rob homes and bully the weak.

The old farmer suddenly fell to the ground. It must have been deliberate, too obvious. These martial artists can obviously see it too.

The leader stopped and looked at the old man. "You've got it exposed," he said. "You're old, but you're not that old. Falling backwards every few hundred steps is trying to delay time, right? If you think about it again, does it work? This trick is too old-fashioned. Older than you. ”

He crouched down, his eyes level with the old man.

"And said that you have a box of precious gems at home, is it true?"

The old man stared at Navolivov with wide eyes, and the fear in his eyes gradually turned to despair.

He shook his head.

"It's a pity." Navolivulo gave a kind smile. It's the kind of laughter that hides a knife in a smile.

"I must save him now." I whispered to Yi.

Yi shook his head vigorously at me, while being careful not to make a noise from his goggles. I didn't have to ask to know that he wanted to split one person to go around the other side of the road and encircle the opponent. Or something just as clever but time-consuming. Slow and fine.



Yi's biggest problem, in addition to not understanding my sense of humor and the fact that the mirror of his eyes is a big bug head, is that he has spent too much time in the flower field in the past few years. His patience is limitless. He felt that everything could be carefully planned to break the situation.

Yi had not met the Navoli Brotherhood.

I used to tease a couple of Navoli. One of them almost cut off my ear. They are very difficult to tangled, have big tempers, and have big fists.

Yi still insists on playing it safe. We're still going to follow his plan. I nodded to him, then nodded to the path behind Navoli. You go outflanked. I'm waiting for your signal.

Yi slowly withdrew from the grass and then jumped across the road at such a fast speed that he couldn't see them even if he ran in front of them. The classic ambush strategy: he is in charge of attracting them, and when they turn around, I sneak up on them from behind.

At that moment, Navoli had pulled a knife out of his right pocket. A very small knife that is only suitable for peeling fruits. Or to slit the throat of an old peasant.

I couldn't see where Yi was on the other side of the path, but I knew he must not have seen the knife. He didn't know how critical the situation was.

They were about to kill the old man, and they didn't care about Yi's safe strategy. It's too late to slow it down.

Thanks to this, I still have a hand: I am very, very, very capable of playing.

Navoli, who was at the head of the leader, grabbed the old man's scalp and crossed the knife in front of his neck. I jumped out of the grass, raised my long stick in the air, and with a violent swing, knocked down the knife in his hand. And then it came to my favorite part.

Every time I attacked, people usually froze for two or three seconds, trying to figure out who I was. Because most people have never seen Vastaya, let alone a maca. They stood there dumbfounded, and before they could figure out the situation, I preempted them.



I slammed my knee into Navoli, the sound of cracked teeth was so sharp and piercing that even I shuddered when I heard it.

"Don't come out, easy!" I shouted at the grass he was ambushing. "I can handle it."

Suddenly, a dagger stabbed me in the shoulder.

Apparently, one of the Navoli bastards had a throwing knife in the belt on his chest, which I hadn't noticed just now. I try not to imagine the triumphant smile on Yi's face at this moment.

"Is it still possible?" He shouted at me from the grass. I guess I want to wait until I get knocked out of my tooth and swallow it in my stomach, and then jump out to save my life, and then train me again, didn't I let you slow down?

"Definitely!" I shouted as I threw a handful of smoke poppies on the ground. (Something I always carry with me.) Not only is it easy to use when fighting, but it can also be irritated when you are bored. ）

Then I beat the rest of the warriors to the ground. I won't say much here—

— Wait a minute, I'll say it anyway, because it's so exciting.

I held the long stick tightly, the distal front end, and then rotated and moved, the end of the stick was slightly upturned to avoid injuring the old man who was lying on the ground. Every time the stick hit the head, there was a shudder in the arm. I dodged stabs, parried slashes, and at most punched me in the face, at most twice.