Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Surrounded by five strange-faced tribesmen, Yamos' movements were not fast, and could even be described as slow.

But Gordon could see that the opponent's slowness was not due to his own strength limitations, but because he had deliberately slowed down his movements - he was imitating the "heavy" feeling when using a big sword.

But even so, facing the continuous attacks of the Strange Face Clan, Yamos still showed a relaxed attitude like a fish in water.

He can always avoid the attacks of the Strange Face Clan at the most extreme time and with the smallest movements.

During this period, he even had time to explain to Gordon and the others: "The evasion distance of rolling is longer, but the flaws are also larger. When facing monsters that are small or particularly agile, you should use it with caution.

In similar situations, clever use of step movements and small sideways movements will achieve better results."

Hayata looked like this, but Gordon, who understood the difficulty of this, didn't know how to react for a moment.

"Well......"

The eyes are good, the brain is good, but the body is not.

"The speed of the sword is very slow, and the monster will not just stay in place and let you cut it." Yamosi sidestepped past the left and right attacks of the two strange-faced tribesmen, and carried the sword on his shoulder like a big sword.

This is an action to prepare for a charged slash.

"So, what you need to do is predict!"

As he spoke, Yamos suddenly turned to the side and slowly slashed down the "big sword" in his hand.

Under the surprised gazes of the two Gordons, as Yamos swung his sword, a strange-faced tribe just jumped to the originally empty position as if it was waiting to hit the sword blade.

"Gah!?"

The strange-faced tribe was obviously frightened, and it only had time to let out a scream before it turned into two corpses covered in white frost under the ice-blue blade of Shirogane Nagi.

"An excellent swordsman can charge up his power in a seemingly meaningless position, and then wait for the monster to send his vitals to the heavy blade he has accumulated for a long time, severely damaging his prey with one blow."

Swinging his long sword horizontally, he forced the remaining Strange Face Tribe back. Yamos looked at Gordon, "Do you understand?"

Gordon swallowed secretly.

The technique that Yamos showed him was simple and simple. It was nothing more than predicting the movements of monsters in advance. But the question was, how could one achieve this level of predicting the future?

"Don't worry about 'how to do it', and don't imitate it randomly. This is the result of qualitative changes after countless battle experiences. Now you just need to keep this concept in mind."

As Yamos explained, he regained his posture and said, "Look at this again."

As he spoke, he slowly waved the sword in his hand again, "I can see that you already have the basic concept of using inertia to increase the consistency of the sword's moves.

But that’s not enough, you have to learn to harness inertia and bring it completely under your control instead of being dragged along by inertia.”

Gordon tried his best to open his eyes wide and watched as Yamos first swung his sword in the air, and then adjusted from his feet and legs, to his waist, back, shoulders, and even his arms, layer by layer, exerting force bit by bit.

The blade that originally seemed to be out of control gradually returned to control with the movements of his whole body, and finally broke out in a strange arc, slicing across the throat of a strange-faced tribe with precision and grace.

The angle, strength, and timing are all perfect.

"The great sword favors gravity, but you can't completely abandon your skills. Remember, you have to control the inertia and don't let the weight of the great sword control you."

The successive deaths of their companions made the remaining three strange-faced clansmen become cautious and their offensive slowed down.

Yamos, who had completed the teaching demonstration purpose, also lost interest in continuing to deal with them. His pace and sword power suddenly accelerated, and several sharp cold lights flashed away.

Almost instantly, the three strange-faced tribesmen all fell to the ground and turned into several corpses exuding freezing air.

Gordon couldn't help but swallowed again. Is this the strength of a high-ranking swordsman?

"Don't forget to control inertia."

Yamos casually shook off the frozen blood on the white ape blade, put the sword into its sheath, and walked towards the two of them.

"Two more have just arrived. I'll leave these guys to you. Give them a try."

"oh!"

Feeling that he had understood something, Gordon, who happened to be a little itchy, put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind his shoulder and strode forward.

"Pork Chop, you don't need to join the war yet."

Pork Chop, who was about to follow him, stopped in confusion, and looked hesitantly at Yamos, who was passing by Gordon. Seeing the latter tapping his chin, Pork Chop, who was still a little tangled, had no choice but to scratch his beard.

Returned to Hayata.

Facing the strange-faced tribe that jumped out of the bushes and tree shadows, Gordon directly swung the explosive knife horizontally, but as expected, it missed.

The agility of these little things is definitely one of the best among all types of monsters he has dealt with.

If he followed his previous habit, he should shed the excess inertia after slashing horizontally and slashing the air, and then switch to other sword styles.

But this time, he tried to lower his body, using a rather awkward posture, at about knee height, and continued to swing the sword horizontally in a circle along with the inertia.

This is the right angle to hit the strange-faced tribe.

Unfortunately, he missed again and was even staggered by the out-of-control explosive knife due to his unreasonable movements.

"Tsk, no, that's not the case."

Gordon was speechless, rolled around in embarrassment, dodged the well-timed attacks of the Strange Face Clan, and put some distance between them.

"Brother Gordon, is he okay?" Hayata, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but worry when he saw Gordon looking in a hurry.

Also worried about the pork chop on the side.

It clutched the cat pick in its little paws tightly, as if it was ready to rush forward to rescue its owner at any time.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, you have to go through some dangers before you can grow." Yamosi stopped Pig Chop, "Two strange-faced tribesmen won't be able to do anything to him."

On the other side, seeing that Gordon was not as difficult to deal with as they expected, the Strange Faces suddenly became bolder.

Gordon dodged left and right, while experiencing and practicing what Yamos called "small dodge", while thinking about how to better utilize the inertia of the sword.

Maybe this is possible?

Gordon struck out with his sword again, and the Strange-Faced Clan screamed and leaped away, then leapt at him again - after a short fight, they had already discovered the shortcoming of the big sword's powerful attack.

But this time, Gordon neither continued to swing the sword to remove the inertia, nor did he roll to dodge to avoid the attack. Instead, he followed the weight of the explosive knife, took a big step forward, and at the same time, he collided with the body of the big sword.

Damn it!

There was a muffled sound when the shoulder armor and the sword surface collided, and the broad blade of the explosive knife was immediately injected with new power, and it rushed forward like a giant shield.

"Bang!"

In a frontal attack, the strange-faced clan member leaped into the air and hit the broad and hard blade of the Exploding Knife. Under the violent impact, its mask and even its bones were shattered in an instant.

At the same time, a strong wind blew behind his ears, and another strange-faced clan sneaking up behind him also took the opportunity to launch an offensive.

Gordon bared his teeth, and there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes under his blood-stained visor.

He stretched out his hand to grab the little leg of the strange-faced tribe in front of him who was half-dead under the Iron Mountain of the Great Sword, and twisted it around and swung it away behind him like a hammer.

"Quack!"

The battle came to an abrupt end amid the screams of the Strange Face Tribe and the sound of broken bones.