Normally, a second-place chitta and third-place rical should fight.
That's how I saw the MC. When I appraised him for MC, I didn't see much upset or guilt in the psychograph.
"... In fact, it's already a qualifying match and Rical and Chitta are fighting, so the semifinals have dared to adjust so these two don't fight"
That's what the MC guy said, but at that time, his appraisal skills detected a lie.
Moment after moment, I realized.
(Right. Are you afraid the finals could be Chitta and Kathy's Woman vs. Woman)
I didn't think so.
Apparently, it's not a good idea to be a woman vs. a woman in the finals of a boxing tournament.
Is it a glorious problem, or is it due to prejudice against women? In any case, the unjustified intentions of the operators of the boxing tournament appear clear.
This fistfight means Birthday Celebration of Uncle Albert, and I guess there's one side of it that cares about appearance so that you don't buy Uncle Albert's unhappiness.
It would have been easy if we had figured out the story.
"... what do you mean? Even if you can't do it because Rical and Chitta fought, then you can't just fight Mandela and Chitta."
"Ufi."
Yufi was blatantly angry. She must be angry at the exploitation on this side of the operation because she hates injustice so hard. He hung his eyes and was angry that the reason to explain was not that he had separated Rical from Chitta, but why Chitta and Kathy, not Chitta and Mandela.
But I didn't know what else to do.
(I guess we should think of Kathy and Chitta as just better for not kicking them off the semifinals because of judgment losses and fictional irregularities)
If you really care about looking good, you should set up a women's league for Chitta and Kathy from the start to treat them as players in another league to stop the chances of them leaping out to the winner.
That doesn't mean the conservative decision to avoid the idea that the finals will be woman-to-woman because 'only' is unprecedented worked by the operation, that's all.
(Besides, maybe because as a result of the scratch, it was decided fairly whether Chitta's opponent was Mandela or Kathy)
Make as many excuses as you want.
Even if I'm angry about this, there's no cutting in the world.
It's a little unprofitable to take the risk of being neglected and raise your voice to the MC, "Isn't that a little strange?" Then you'd better drink in silence.
Rather, for the backwards, it is even conceivable to spread a positive campaign of 'Fighters of Tragedy who were openly unfavourable matching manipulation to be fought against Kathy in the semifinals, but still have the strength to make it to the semifinals, plus enough to break Rical players' and Chitta in a drinker to use it for publicity.
(Well, it's true that I'm angry)
I sighed invisibly.
"Isn't that nice?"
Such a look at Yufi and maybe even more of me. Chitta had a full smile to encourage her to do so.
"You can fight Kathy in the best possible conditions. I'd rather fight Mr. Cathy with all my might than waste stamina in the semifinals."
There was no anger in Chitta, who spoke so brightly.
"Nine days left. Except for today, eight days is the time you've been given."
"Yes!"
"Learn the technology well. Get everything I've taught you."
"Roger that!
Chitta responding well in prestige. She was now in the midst of softening each joint due to flexible exercise.
Flexibility is quite important. Increased range of motion between the hips and shoulders increases the variation of the punch, as well as the power. This is one of the foundations.
"It's a shadow when you're done being flexible! Don't forget to move anyway, like a shadow while making the usual move around and a shadow that incorporates the move to step in!
"Yes!"
Most of Shadow's menus are hit-and-away stuff that flirts with opponents. Back off and dodge your opponent's punch, turn left, and from there, the anomaly one-two starts with the left jab.
You just have to learn how to do it when you're infighting with me in anti-inch boxing, or mass boxing. Shadow now. It is better to be able to decide on combinations while moving.
(Mass boxing is what sharpens the skills of weaving, etc.)
I think I'll look at Chitta.
I think she's changed completely in fifty days.
Weight, for example.
She was muscular from the beginning, but developed some abs, spines, and thighs and calves. Even if I tortured my muscles, I was able to quickly gain muscle with super recovery using potions, so I was able to create my body efficiently even in a short period of time.
There are other things about him.
At first, even the punch was a cluttered form, so that she could play the game on a pretty good form, at least if she was aware, thanks to my appraisal skills instruction. The stamina also allowed me to maintain that good posture for a long time, even if I was tired.
"Hey, husband"
Second, a voice hung from behind. Looking back, there was Hetty.
"Hmm, Hetty? What's the matter? Suddenly."
"Stella says she feels cold. I was wondering if maybe you could check on him for something."
"Oh, okay. I'm going now.... Chitta, keep going, I'll be right back"
I turned to Stella when I heard her say "Roger that" over my back.
Stella.
A Goblin, yet prolonged in sorcery, who draws the blood of the Goblin Mage. I interpret her to be speechless because of a kind of curse.
Because when I gain appraisal skills, I see a bad status called Curse.
"Stella, are you okay?
Stella and Nell warming up on the side of the bonfire. Perhaps Nell followed her because she was worried about Stella. "Your husband, Stella..." he looked at me with a chopped face.
It seems that being warmed up by incendiary fire meant that the desert cold at night overflowed my body.
Wave, no problem, and no matter how Stella looked, she was strong. "Stay put for a moment. Just make the medicine lightly to this extent and it will heal," he tells the two of them once and starts dispensing.
(Maybe it's time to listen to Stella)
Think while dispensing.
It's a very cruel story.
Suppose a dead man comes out of a slave in my hand. In that case, I must bury them generously. Otherwise the feelings of the slaves will be long gone from me.
Slavery is an invaluable workforce from me, who runs as a slave trader and at the same time works like a staffing post.
You should be generous and avoid motivation.
(Of course I have a sense of humanity. Something similar to that kind of conscience that I want Stella's wishes to be fulfilled as much as possible)
The dispensation is over. All you have to do is let it melt in white water and let Stella drink it as it is.
Get out of the tent and hand the medicine to Stella, who makes her look cold, and Nell, who makes her back look like that.
Thank you. Stella's lips, trying to whine about that kind of dialogue, only moved that way in shape, and nothing came out of it.
I have appraisal skills. I'm the only one who can read Stella's words. I could do the most accurate lip reading in the world, and I "saw" it to the next word.
It is.
"But it's a curse that won't die unless you do."
It was somehow a sounding word like giving up.