"Kai, how could you do such a thing against chivalry?" said in a crisp voice with anger.

"But, you're too strong, aren't you? My hands are still shaking, I really don't know that you have so much strength from there, obviously such a petite body. Kai looked at the hand holding the knight's sword that was trembling slightly, and said with a dissatisfied expression.

It's also true that a person who is a few years younger than himself, and still looks so petite, actually loses in strength, how can he not be depressed?(Key is set in this book is three years older than Artoria.) ）

A breeze blew, and on the small hillside, two figures were on it, a blonde little 'Shota' about 1.2 meters tall, and a stout boy about 1.6 meters tall.

It's just that the appearance of the two of them is really weird now, the blonde little 'Zhengtai' is standing aside, holding a wooden sword in his hand, pointing at the stout boy sitting on the ground with his ass in front of him, with an angry face. The boy, on the other hand, looked completely out of step with his body, begging for mercy, his palms trembling slightly, and next to his hand was a broken wooden sword. Is this the so-called 'contrast moe'?

"Who can blame you for not working hard? I don't care, the anti-righteous father asked you to practice with me, if you don't stand up, I will go and tell the righteous father. Artoria threatened, knowing that this was the best thing for Kai.

Artoria is now ten years old, and has been practicing swordsmanship for five years, and the progress is so great that Sir Hettor can't help but be horrified, and the strength of his body has become far beyond ordinary people after fusing the origin, and Kai is really not unjust to lose to Artoria in strength.

"But what does it matter with chivalry, is it about chivalry?" said Kai with a wry smile, but had to stand up again, after all, the threat was too effective for him, he had tried once before, and did not accompany Artoria to practice, only to be dragged by Sir Héctor to practice with him for an afternoon, and the experience was so miserable that he still trembled when he heard this.

"Of course it matters, it's sacrifice, sacrifice, you can't even remember chivalry, what kind of knight are you?" said Artoria with a look of disdain as she looked at Kai. It's just that it's so straightforward, big husband?

"You bastard, am I here to sacrifice?" Kai roared.

"Well, of course not, Kai, how can you think that, how much does this hurt my heart?, how could I just treat you like a waste that can only be sacrificed?" Artoria said as she looked at Kai with a disgruntled expression.

"Well, you still have a little conscience. Kai's face softened when he heard this.

"Of course, you have many uses, such as being able to use it to ward off disasters, to be a coolie, and to entertain and entertain you. Artoria pointed to her lips, frowning and thinking hard, but with each additional word, there were more black lines on Kai's face, and by the end of the day, Kai's face was already black and unhuman.

"Bastard, don't think that now that I can't beat you, you can bully me casually, bastard. Kai shouted, grabbed the broken sword next to him, and charged at Artoria.

"You're so stupid to rush over like this when you know you can't win, Kai. ”

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"Kai, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so dark, are you sick?"

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"Kai, if you are sick, you have to say it, don't hide it in your heart, otherwise how can you be cured?"

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"Although people in one country have long asserted in his famous book that 'there is no cure for the brain-dead', but don't give up, I will definitely help you find a way. Kay!" Artoria's relational voice kept coming into Kai's ears, whose head was already on the verge of a short circuit.

The sound of a 'pop' breaking sound rang out at the same time as the sound of Kai falling to the ground.

"It's really a fragile Sao Nian, can't it be struck again?, how can this survive in the twenty-first century, Sao Nian!!" Artoria's faint voice came again, but unfortunately Kai couldn't hear it anymore

The midday sun shines through the clouds on the earth and on the two figures on the hillside

"Arthur, I must be ashamed this time, no matter what it is, I will not be allowed to lose, so you realize. Kai took the wooden knight's sword and said solemnly to Artoria.

"Hmph, don't talk too much, how many times have you said this?

"Then let me show you, my strength. After saying that, the two galloped towards each other at the same time.

'Bang' The two wooden swords collided with each other with a dull sound, and then Kai took a step back, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed forward again in the shape of a crescent.

Seeing this, Artoria smiled, and the wooden sword in her hand met again, but she didn't want Kai to suddenly forcibly change the direction of the sword, and attacked Artoria with a sword flower at an extremely fast speed.

"Have you changed your combat methods? After knowing that you are not my opponent in terms of strength, have you changed to skills? Artoria chuckled.

"Hmph" snorted coldly, did not answer, but the movements in his hands were not slow.

"But it's still too naïve, you don't think you can defeat me like this, do you?" Although in this era when swordsmanship is mainly only 'splitting, slashing, and thrusting, these are very old-fashioned, if you can use some skills, you may have unexpected effects against warriors who are used to pressing people hard, but the girl can't think of it? But don't forget where her 'hometown' is, so of course Artoria understands the importance of skill, and naturally she will not limit herself. With a wave of his hand, he used the wooden sword in his hand to open the sword flower that Kai attacked, and then greeted it.

On the small hillside, the two people are not very lively, you come and go, the sound of wooden swords clashing is constantly coming, and the sound brings a lot of life to this silent hillside.

Although both of them are not very old and their bodies are not fully developed, they have also received formal training, holding wooden swords in their hands and dragging their immature bodies, constantly intertwined together, although the swordsmanship is still immature, but it is pleasing to the eye.