The two camps were initially rectangular in shape.
　As the two sides crossed their contraptions, the shape of the two camps changed little by little. The black waves were gradually eating away at the white camp.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that this guy is also very interesting. It's a good idea to go head-to-head with our knights to get an even match.

While holding his beloved long-handled battle axe on his horse, Roberto narrowed his gaze at the front line.

It's not just a matter of time. You are being pushed around.

　Seeing Roberto's attitude as if he was enjoying this situation, Signis shook his head in disgust.
　However, a sarcastic smile also appeared on Signis' face. This is the proof that this situation is just one of several situations that he had anticipated in advance.

'Stupid.

　Roberto smiles with a grin hanging up his lips at the report of the knight who came running through the battlefield, coughing for breath.
　It's truly a wicked smile that doesn't think anything of a person's death. In fact, it can be said that it can't be helped because, for Roberto, that troop leader is more on the side of being a hindrance than a subordinate.

''Good chaperone, it looks like he died in battle.

Yeah, he's always been a pain in the ass, for whatever reason, against his master's wishes.

　While saying that, Roberto gave a dissatisfied look at Signis' words.

''But don't get me wrong. It's not like I killed him. It's just that he always talks big, so I just flashed the credit in front of him a little bit. You should be grateful to me for giving you the opportunity to make a difference.

　As a result of Roberto's verbal stimulation of honor and self-preservation, the knight assumed command of the front row.
　The result is as you can see.
　Roberto succeeded in assessing the competence of the enemy army at the expense of his obstructive and useless subordinates.

So it was a win-win situation. Roberto, you're still a fool, as usual. You are still a fool, but you have an excellent eye for the true nature of people.

Hm. Unlike you, I don't like mulling things over. You can tell a person's character by looking at them for a minute. If you can't see that, then you don't know enough about the world to judge people.

　Signis gazes at Roberto's profile with a huffy expression as he says that.
　The two of them have been together for a long time. It's a very good idea to have a good relationship with them, as they were in the same battlefield for the first time, and because of the similarity of their circumstances, they hit it off and have been close friends ever since. It's a relationship that could be called a close friend.
　However, they are essentially opposite in nature.
　Compared to Signis, who is an elaborate theorist, Roberto is truly a wild beast. He is a natural hunter who hunts according to his instincts.
Although he is such a fierce general that he is entrusted with the same vanguard, it can be said that the reputation of those around him is the exact opposite.
(But yet, this man has more talent as a scheming general than he has as a single warrior, so his nature is bad.)
　The usual airheaded remarks and his high military reputation have earned him a reputation as a fierce general, but he is perceived by those around him as a boar, and he instinctively uses the reputation of those around him to his advantage.
　He's a genius who uses his senses, not logic, to find the best solution.

'Well, that's good. I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it. Signis.

'Yeah. It's not too good to fumble in the first game.

　After saying this, they slowly began to rotate the first chakra, the kundalini chakra.
　In concert with their breathing, the benevolent power of the Prana surged throughout their bodies through their veins.
　The hot mass of power coming from the nexus gradually climbed upward.
　The fifth Vishuddha chakra, the highest chakra they can turn, is said to have seven in all.
　Of the seven chakras, very few practitioners are able to reach this fifth chakra, which is said to be located at the throat.
　This is a realm that exists only after one's uncommon talent, rigorous training, and numerous real battles.

Let's go, Signis!　You're a leftist.

All right. I'll take care of it!

　The two men gave their horses a kick and furiously slashed at the black tsunami.


　In that moment, Doyle, wielding a spear at the front line, felt that the atmosphere of the battlefield had indeed changed.　
　The air that should have been dominant had been turned around in an instant.
(What the hell is this guy?　(It's similar to the feeling you get when you first see a giant beast in front of you.
　An itchy sensation like an insect crawling up my spine. It's a fearful feeling if you put it into words.
　But Doyle doesn't try to deny the fear in his heart. Feeling fear is not a weakness.
　As a slave, Doyle had been taught this thoroughly by his warrior mentors, the members of the Red Lion, as he grasped his future on the peninsula.
　Fear is one of the most important sensors humans have. A person who no longer feels fear is only second-rate as a warrior.
　It is only because they feel fear normally that they are able to defend themselves and deal with danger.
(Tasteless ... this guy can't be...)
　The words from his Lord that had been told to him before the battle came back to Doyle's mind.
　The enemy in front of him suddenly split off to the left and right.
　The one in front of him appeared in front of him. The figure of a lone knight, wielding a huge, long-handled battle axe, easily kicked out his friends.
　It's like a knight hanging over an uninhabited field. Even Count Salzberg's army is chasing behind him, fearing the blade he wields.

''It's a master handlers!　Let's surround ourselves with people!

　Doyle's survival instincts sound a constant alarm to the knight in front of him.
(I'm guessing it's either Roberto Beltran or Signis Garbeira, who met with the lady of the house. Funny, let's see who's better than the giant beast on the peninsula.
　Doyle's heart was filled with fear and a sense of elation that outweighed the fear in the face of the fiercest general in this war.
　It was probably the same for the others in the squad Doyle commanded.

'My name is Roberto Beltran!　Come on, you lifeless bastard!

　It is a storm in the shape of a man.　
　It's the same as a stormstorm in the shape of a human being, and with a shout like a wild animal, a battle axe is swung down from overhead.
　The body of steel and the overwhelming vitality of the prana that strengthens it. And then there is the overwhelming violence brought about by the will to control them to the point of perfection.
　The sound of violent metal clashes was the sound of wood spirits on the battlefield. Even so, Doyle resisted the pressure with all his strength.
(Heavy. What a powerful strike.)
　Even taking into account the handicap of being on horseback and on foot, Roberto's blow was too powerful.
　The hilt of the spear that caught the battle axe bent cruelly and Doyle fell to one knee on the spot.
　It is not a fatal wound because it was protected by the helmet, but the impact made Doyle dazed.

'Hoho ... this guy was a surprise. I didn't know you could prevent my blow.

　The words filled with a margin that is unsuitable for the battlefield enter Doyle's ears.
　But Roberto is strong enough to be able to say such words.　

''Sora!　How about this one?

　The battle-axe swung down and swung up in the same trajectory.
　The blow that was released as if to scoop him up struck Doyle's body.