Imperial Wind.

Tails chewed on the word for a moment.

A genre style that can be compared to the "temple".

Is it the wind of the empire, or the wind of the emperor?

"Now, you get the idea. ”

Marlos gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes complicated.

"Emperor Feng, what is the significance of this martial art inherited from the Imperial Era to the Star Kingdom, to the Bright Star Royal Family, and especially to you?"

There were few people on the training ground, and there was silence in the depths of the courtyard, only the stone main hall behind him stood majestically, still the same under the gray sky.

Tails pondered for a long time before speaking.

"In this way, 'Emperor Style' not only represents martial arts, but also represents history, which is of great significance, equivalent to the family heirloom genre of the Bright Star Royal Family......"

So this is another story that reads history and the world, so that I can "study hard......

Thinking of this, Tails choked.

Wait a minute.

The family heirloom of the Bright Star Royal Family......

Tails' expression changed slightly, and Marios on one side was silent.

"Doyle ...... of the Mirror River"

The prince suddenly said the surname without a clue.

"Last night, D.D and Al Al fought ......"

Tails looked at the watchman and spoke in astonishment and doubt:

"Although the weapons and styles are different, I have the impression that D.D.'s swordsmanship style also belongs to the imperial style?"

Marhos squinted slightly.

After a few seconds, the watchman nodded.

"Danny Doyle was the last squire to be taken in by the Joaquin Knights. Before the death of the Joaquin Knight, he was the chief swordsman hired by the Bright Star Royal Family for the private soldiers in his own territory, and he can be described as a master-level figure in the emperor's martial arts. ”

Swordsmanship training for the Bright Star Private Soldier.

The question was confirmed, Tails rolled his eyes, and then asked:

"What about the others?"

"Besides Toledo and D.D., Glovo Bastia, and you?"

Tails stared at Marios fixedly.

The watchman smiled faintly, confirming his guess:

"Yes. ”

"Gloover, Morgan, Vlaten, Oskarson in the Vanguard Wing, ......"

"Bastia, Franzuc, Ferry, Cousta in the Wing......"

"Including my subordinates Donsin and Trevanov. ”

Marios's palm was still pressed against the hilt of his sword, as if he sighed:

"Not only that, your Star Lake Guard, to be exact, in the entire royal guard, most of the people are practitioners of the imperial wind. ”

The vast majority of the royal guard.

Tails first realized a little, then frowned and thought deeply.

"As for me, the teachers who taught me martial arts are also knights of the Imperial Style. ”

I only listened to the watchman say slowly:

"The blessing of the private soldiers of the Bright Star, even the standing army of the royal family, which has been organized for only a few decades, is more or less affected by it, and many people from officers to non-commissioned officers have practiced it. ”

Tails was silent for a few moments.

He pondered the truth in silence.

Marlos didn't rush him either, just patiently waited for the prince's reaction.

"Marlos. ”

A few seconds later, Tails spoke faintly, in a trance:

"You say, between the temple and the emperor, do people pay any attention to when they choose their own genre?"

At that moment, Marios's eyes were slightly blank.

He opened the hilt of his sword with ease.

"I think that in the era of the rise of the powerful and the chaos of the world, the skills taught in the Tower of the End are often popular for a while, and they become prominent in the eyes of the world. ”

The watchman got rid of the confusion in his eyes and became calm again:

In the era of peace and prosperity, when the country was peaceful and peaceful, the orthodox imperial style became a trend that people were chasing. ”

Marlos looked at Tails, as calm as ever, except for the pauses between his words:

"You, understand?"

Tails took a deep breath.

He sat upright and solemnly faced his personal guard captain and martial arts teacher.

"Marlos. ”

"What do you want to talk about in today's class?"

The curvature of Marlos's mouth widened a little, but he shrugged his shoulders with an innocent and helpless look:

"Of course, the two representative schools in the world......

But Tails interrupted him.

"You can be blunt, you don't have to be so subtle and careful," Duke Xinghu stared at him solemnly:

"I don't do keyword review. ”

Marlos froze slightly.

He snorted softly.

"What do you think I want to say?"

The two looked at each other silently for a moment.

Until Tails took a deep breath, gently closed his eyes, and swirled them open.

"Southbank Territory, that stupid ...... of the Kalabyan family Ahem, I mean, Dear Master Cohen. ”

Tails stared at Marlos in a solemn tone:

"As far as I know, he is a student of the Tower of the End. ”

"According to you, the preacher of the Temple. ”

Marlos raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

"North, Miss Miranda of the Aaronde family. ”

"And last night, Anke Al of the Western Wilderness, Raven Cry. ”

"And Nexi, as you said, he lived in the Blade Collar before he moved to the Central Collar. ”

Tails' tone was affirmative, advancing step by step:

"By the way, and the Exeters. ”

Tails remembered what Wyay had told him:

"As far as I know, the famous 'Earth-shaking' Kaslan Rumba also learned his skills from the Tower of the End when he was young. ”

Hearing the name, Marios moved slightly, thoughtfully.

He raised his head and replied leisurely to the prince:

"You do know a lot, Your Highness. ”

Tails frowned:

"And last night, when you said that the Assassins' martial arts originated in the Tower of End, your old nemesis—sorry, I mean Lord Vogel, the Captain of the Guard—reacted first: it was a foreign nobleman. ”

Terston paused, but Marios remained calm.

"As for the Emperor ......"

Tails felt like he had grasped the line, pulling it tighter and tighter until it was close to the key:

"In my guard, D.D and Glove are both from the Central Leader, or to be exact, the Seven Servants of the Bright Stars. ”

"And as you said, Toledo is a branch descendant of the Seven Squires. ”

"Even you, Tormond Marios, are the descendant of the Seven. ”

Marhros's breathing was sluggish.

"Also, the 'vast majority' of the rest of the royal guard. ”

Tails said seriously:

"The temple and the imperial wind. ”

"Is it a coincidence that their practitioners are so different?"

But Marlos still didn't answer him, and asked:

"What do you think?"

Tails frowned, and said in his heart that this guy is like gold at this time, and he is definitely revenge for stealing words before taking revenge on the prince.

"I guess ......"

Tails tried to deduce:

"At least in the Kingdom of Stars, local nobles tend to send their children to the Tower of the End to practice the Templar martial arts?"

"The lords of the central part follow the Imperial Wind inheritance more to get closer to the preferences of the Bright Star Royal Family?"

"Is that so?"

Marlos smiled, noncommittal.

Tails exhaled.

"Go a little deeper......"

The prince frowned and said:

"The art of the Tower of the End has spread throughout the kingdom, especially among the long-standing local families who have a long history of partitioning. ”

"The Emperor Wind is based in the center of the stars, based on the Eternal Star City, and is highly respected by the knights who surround the throne. ”

Tails' eyes lit up.

"The temple and the imperial style, the martial arts school, I seem to understand. ”

Tails didn't care about Marhros's reaction anymore and thought to himself:

For thousands of years, especially during the Imperial Age, the Templars and the Imperial Wind faced each other and competed with each other.

But this is not the difference between the portals of different genres and the battle of sword qi in the martial arts of the previous life.

"It's like the power of the end," Tails recounted subconsciously as he remembered what Ricky had said in the dungeon:

"They are not only themselves, but also the fighters themselves. ”

Marlos frowned slightly.

The more Tails spoke, the faster he said:

"The Knights' Temple originated in the ancient Northlands, and its martial arts spread throughout the world to the Rangers. ”

"Their opponents, the Imperial Wind, started from the ancient empire, benefiting from the orthodoxy of imperial power, inherited from the legionary knights, and benefited from the center of the court. ”

"From the very beginning, these two were born in different people, and they developed and grew in the struggle between these people. ”

Tails said in a trance:

"It wasn't until a thousand years passed that they were transformed into two major martial arts within the realm of the stars, surrounding the royal power inside and outside the throne. ”

"Temple. ”

"Emperor Wind. ”

Marios stared at the prince closely.

Tails didn't care about him.

At this moment, he was immersed in thinking:

Yes, as Ricky said:

The power of the end is closely related to the warrior himself, reflecting the experience and personality of each person......

The martial arts genre is closely related to the real world, reflecting everyone's tendencies and choices.

Tails was distracted:

"Because they are not just two schools of thought, and their competition is not only a battle of honor and disgrace, a battle of fame, but also naked realpolitik. ”

"In ancient times, the people who used them were entangled in the division between the central and local parts of the empire. ”

"In modern times, the practitioners of the two revolve around the distinction between the kingdom of the stars and the division of vassals. ”

Tails looked up and looked at Marhros with certainty:

"It's not just martial arts. ”

"It's politics and power, history and change. ”

This is the truth and meaning of the two schools that have been handed down to this day. ”

"That's what you really want to tell me, right?"

Marlos smiled, smiling with satisfaction.

He looked at the courtyard in the distance, sparse and barren due to the interlacing of autumn and winter:

"To be honest, I'm not good at reading politics, and I don't want to mislead Your Highness......"

Tails interrupted him by shaking his head:

"Nonsense, your heart is as bright as a mirror and very thorough. ”

The prince no longer looked at Marhos, his eyes were gloomy.

Thousands of years ago......

The general trend is rolling and converging into a tide.

The human race will prosper, and it will be the temple that glorifies itself.

What is good at the top will be very bad at the bottom.

The direction of imperial power is to be achieved in the imperial style.

Marles looked at the brooding prince and fell silent.

Tails glanced into the distance, after the battle, Nexi and Toledo, who were wiping their sweat and drinking water—the former seemed to be still haunted, the latter was unconcerned.

The sword exchange between the two of them seemed to ring in his head again:

Clang.

Tails froze.

Nexi's swift sword light, Toledo's tenacity.

It's not just a showdown between two people, or even just a clash of two genres.

In that war, he glimpsed the landscape of a thousand years ago:

Emperors and princes.

Empires & Rangers.

Unity and chaos.

Iron and flamboyant.

And the present after a thousand years......

Tails' thoughts drifted away:

In troubled times, it is difficult to divide and rule, and it is difficult to start a melee.

So the end of the tower, peach and plum everywhere.

The stars have been restored, and the king's power is in full swing.

It has its own knights to inherit, and the emperor is eternal.

The local nobles chose the Tower of End, and the Seven Servants of the Bright Stars chose to stay close to the Emperor Wind.

Central vs. Local.

Centralization and partition.

Kings and vassals.

Tails thought about all this in a daze, and the more he realized.

There is nothing in this world, it is an ethereal pavilion in the sky that falls from the sky.

Even martial arts and swordsmanship, which seem innocent and independent, and are only related to personal interests and choices, are no exception.

The emergence of the temple and the imperial style is closely related to the times, and their competition with each other is by no means isolated and static, but the result of the joint action of history and politics, reality and power.

The opposition between the two is a faithful reflection of the relationship between people, the inheritance of martial arts and the reality of violence.

The times have made them.

They reflect the times.

This is true of martial arts, and even more so of people.

Thinking of this, Tails sighed:

"It seems that the Gray Sword Guard is right. ”

"The ancient sword cannot escape its sheath. ”

Gray Sword Guard?

Hearing this sentence of evaluating the previous generation of masters, Marios was stunned for a moment, as if he was puzzled.

But Tails just shook his head.

"For every kind of martial arts, every genre, no matter how strong and beautiful it was, how powerful and illustrious it was......"

Tails breathed a sigh of relief:

"The background of the times and the soil of society, and even the people who use them, are the 'sheaths' that they really can't escape. ”

Marlos fell into deep thought, bowing slightly.

Speaking of this, Tails suddenly remembered the words of Bachelor Bona in his grammar class:

[Language is a tool, a result, but also a master, a cause, it is the best example of anti-object-oriented, profoundly affecting users in the midst of change......]

Tails was stunned.

Whether it's martial arts or language.

They are not just tools for ignorance.

On the contrary, they are put into their own scabbards by the people who use them, and they are branded by themselves, giving them the characteristics of the times and society, and they are inseparable from each other, and even have ...... Human nature.

They are more anti-customer-oriented, influencing more people in the inheritance and practice, and continuing to strengthen and promote the trend of the times.

[Theology, in the final analysis, is the study of man. 】

Megan's words rang in his head.

"It's like the temple and the imperial wind. ”

Tails subconsciously said:

"Their opposing meanings, from ancient times to the present day, have been passed down in the bodies of thousands of practitioners, taking root and blossoming, whether they are aware of it or not. ”

They are constantly changing and entangled in countless realities and political landscapes.

They resonate with each blade strike, and the aftermath is melodious.

At this moment, Tails remembered the scene of the duel between Niesh and Toledo.

But the next moment, he saw the banquet hall from last night, and it was the angry battle between D.D and Anker.

No, it's not just them.

Marios, Doyle, Colovoe......

Caslan, Cohen, Miranda......

"They live in every warrior, every weapon, every battle. ”

Tails was distracted:

"One after another, the competition for thousands of years has not been successful. ”

"Until now. ”

It has never departed, never diminished, never diminished.

It's just that people are in it.

Daily use without noticing.

I don't know it for a long time.

It is impossible to escape its sheath.

Marlos savored for a moment, and suddenly smiled:

"It seems that I don't need to say anything more. ”

Tails laughed too.

He looked at the weapon rack on the training ground, then raised his head again, and looked at the gloomy sky.

At that moment, he just felt like everything in the air was enveloped in it.

Perhaps, this is the string of the times.

Tails sighed from the bottom of his heart:

It is the syllables it plays in every detail of history.

Small and untraceable, but the shadows are endless.

It seems to be nothing, but it is thick and difficult to handle.

"Marlos, those genres you talked about earlier......"

Tails sighed slowly.

"I went back and checked the information. ”

Marlos looked at Duke Star Lake and felt the latter's heaviness.

I only heard Tails say slowly:

"The offensive and defensive faction, or the northern faction, began with years of conflict between Xingchen and Exter on the border. ”

"The Technique Faction, inherited from the Church Armament that flourished during the Imperial Age, was once the defender of the temple of faith. ”

"Trendy, it is embodied in the mercenaries and adventurers of modern times. ”

"These martial arts, they all come from their own sources, right? ”

Tails looked at Marlos steadily:

"As I said today, the temple and the imperial wind. ”

Marios looked back at him for a long time, and then said quietly:

"War and chaos, peace and prosperity, can give birth to different martial arts and warriors, or colorful and incredible, or the style is orthodox and uniform. ”

The watchman looked into the distant sky:

"I heard that in the Eastern Continent, the farther away from us, the more different the martial arts are. ”

Tails chuckled, somewhat relieved.

"The changes of the times have influenced and shaped everything," the prince said.

"Cause and effect are successive, front and back, no one can be outside, nothing can be taken off. ”

As for those scientific and technological means that transcend history and can still develop smoothly......

Beyond the times, you can also kill the Quartet......

Tails sighed.

Sure enough, it can only appear in rebirth and time-traveling.

"But in any case, one thing is forever. ”

Marios stood up, his face serious and his tone cold.

"All martial arts, in the final analysis, are violence. ”

"All violence, lifting the mask, can kill. ”

The watchman said deeply:

"Your Highness, be careful. ”

Tails frowned.

Power comes from violence.

Really?

"Why?"

Tails lowered his eyes:

"Why are you telling me this and demonstrating how to teach?"

Marlos took a breath and exhaled slowly.

"Because, that's what you're going to teach today. ”

He looked at the main building of the Mindis Hall, his eyes gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Are you ready?"

You ready?

Tails didn't answer right away.

What he was thinking of at the moment was something else.

Since the style of martial arts is like this, so is the power of the end, all of which bear the imprint of people, engraved with the traces of the times, and reflect the changes in power in reality.

So......

Tails' eyes sharpened.

In a time when the magic tower had not yet collapsed, when the mages had not yet become extinct, when knowledge had not yet been taboo and the supremacy of the world......

What does magic look like?

How does it intersect and overlap with people, closely related to the times, and entangled with reality?

Just when Tails was in his trance.

"Sir, Your Highness!"

In the distance, along with the sound of footsteps, was the tense and thick voice of Guard Officer Bastia, which resounded through the training ground:

"Someone from the Fuxing Palace!"

At that moment, Tails and Marlos were silent.

Bastia's muscular body stepped onto the ground of the training ground, stirring up endless dust:

"His Majesty's personal order!"

"Urgently summon the Duke of Xinghu, and enter the palace immediately to meet him!"

Tails was silent for a few moments.

Marlos didn't move.

They turned a blind eye to the Guard's anxiety.

Finally, when Bastia couldn't resist repeating it, Tails slowly stood up.

Here it comes.

"yes, Marlos. ”

Tails took a deep breath.

He smiled slightly and replied to the watchman's question, "Warm-up is over." ”

"I'm ready. ”