It's Almark.
The voice echoed back to the martial arts arena.
There was no reaction from the audience seat, as if under pressure.
Almark slowly lowers his fist and sword on his chest.
Eventually, I heard a gentle applause from the VIP seat.
The Lord of applause is at the top of the VIP seat.
It was Prince Wolfe.
The audience clapped as if they had finally remembered what to do.
It quickly became a big wave-like applause.
"What is it, that cool famous name? Almark, I wonder if you've been practicing like that hiding from us."
Nelson looked back at Morgan as he said so.
"Morgan, why are you crying?"
"... I don't know"
Morgan shook his head and wiped away his tears.
"I don't know, but when I saw Almark, I started to cry."
Hang in there.
Nelson taps Morgan on the shoulder.
"The game is coming up."
"Yeah."
Morgan nodded with red eyes.
It's not Galai's style.
Polois told me to murmur.
"Are you a nobleman in some country?"
Almark shook his head silently.
Nobles are not the only ones to have names.
Put your swords together.
Bowen tells them.
Almark nodded and lifted his sword.
Polois also lifted his sword as if he had regained consciousness and aligned his sword tip with that of Almark.
Getting Started!
Bowen's voice echoed.
With the start signal, Polois takes the time.
Almark pointed his sword tightly at Polois and did not move.
Polois started, and he stepped forward.
Larger Polois has a much longer reach than Almark.
The first poke by Polois struck Almark.
Almark plays it with a sword.
Polois took another one.
Almark passed it on beautifully.
Is that it?
Nelson shouted at him.
He's not feeling well after all.
"Why?"
Reido asks.
"No, I can't say it well, but it's usually more like this...."
Hmm.
Torque also snorts at Almark.
I didn't believe he was nervous.
"Something happened. What a move in the middle of the show."
Next to her, Wendy pointed her prayer eyes at Almark.
Polois felt that he had been prevented from poking twice and that Almark's general strength had been weighed.
I see, it is true that the torque is only said and not weak.
But I don't even feel the speed or the strength.
If we keep attacking, we'll find a hole soon.
Judging that way, Polois once again fills the gap with Almark.
Almark waits for his torso to break slightly.
When Almark receives a polois thrust, the next thrust occurs without putting in his hair.
Almark leans and dodges, but pulls his torso and makes a sharp sound.
From the audience seat, a voice leaks, oh.
That's fast.
Nelson murmured.
Compared to the torque, it's not inferior.
You're strong, too.
Reido nods.
"I've never seen Almark scratch an attack on my torso."
Morgan should always rub his nose next to it.
"Shit, we're on the defense side."
Nelson has a head when he sees Polois continue to attack.
"Not if you're crying. I'll back you up, Morgan!
Uh-huh.
Nelson and the others said, "Almark, good luck!" Louder.
What the hell are you doing?
Torque also looks stunned at Almark's unfaithful battle.
"Did you underestimate them?"
"I didn't underestimate it."
Wendy shakes her head.
"The opponent is also strong, but more than that, Almark's appearance...."
In front of Wendy, Almark was exposed to Polois' onslaught.
Almark's movements fluttered like a canoe that was taunted by the great waves.
It doesn't seem strange to be swallowed up by a Polois attack at any time.
The voices of the women in the audience were close to screaming.
As usual, Almark can watch without worrying about anything.
Wendy fought desperately against the urge to turn her back.
"Almark, good luck!
Speak out so that you can wave that feeling.
While hoping Almark would hear his voice.
"Almark the new student."
Ficke, who was watching the game in the audience seat, said to Ain next door.
"It was said to be strong. Not so much."
But Ain shook his head.
"You're not paying attention, Fike. Even in the torque match, you should polish your eyes a little bit more."
Ain was laughing lightly as he watched the game.
"I'm glad I didn't have to play with him."
"Almark, good luck!
It's a little loud.
Behind Nelson's shouting voices was a calm voice.
It's Leila.
"If you're a sorcerer, take a good look."
Huh?
Nelson saw Almark desperately preventing Polois from attacking.
It's a pinch without a fuss.
Leila sighed and shook her head.
"Look closely."
"Look closely."
Ain points to Almark and tells Fiquet.
"Since the start of the match, Almark..."
"Almark hasn't moved a step."
Nelson keeps an eye on Leila's allegations.
"What?"
Sure enough, Almark's feet aren't twitching from where they were when he first signaled.
From time to time, Polois changes his orientation as he moves, but his feet do not move as if they had roots on the ground.
"You're lying."
Nelson doubted his own eyes.
"Is everything just on your upper body, that attack?"
That's not all.
Ain shakes his head at Fiquet's words.
"I'm controlling Polois so he doesn't turn around behind me."
"Control"
Fiquet shakes his head to see something incredible.
"Did you see that polois move?
"Yes, it is."
Ain wasn't laughing anymore.
"Don't move a step from there."
In the audience seat, those who realized the fact late began to emerge, and the cheer gradually began to sneer in place.
And Polois was finally realizing that fact.
I thought it wasn't strong. There should have been no mistake in that feeling.
In fact, Polois continues to attack unilaterally. Almark is on the defense side.
But I can't beat it.
Even though there is a feeling that there is still a little more to poke or poke, I can't cross the last line.
Almark looks at Polois.
You're just looking Polois straight in the eye, and it feels like you're being watched all the movements of your body.
It's like I've seen all my movements.
What the hell is this?
Polois thought.
What the hell is this guy?
"This is..."
The torque is stunned.
"Good."
Wendy mutters.
Ah?
Looking back at the torque, Wendy smiled reassuringly.
"Almark, it looks like fun."
Almark shook his sword to prevent Polois from attacking while immersed in a strange sense of exhilaration.
My feet still don't move properly.
I've recovered a lot with Dr. Celia's medicine from Dr. Ilmis, but I don't think I can move at the speed I can fight yet.
That's why I was trying to build strength.
I decided to move my legs only when I finished the game.
Until then, I'll enjoy this game a little.
As the audience watched, they continued to hold the opponent's sword.
Strength, angle to focus and knock out the opponent's sword. The gaze that is given to the opponent. These things control the movement of the other person.
Polois has a pretty good sword.
The sound of the sword colliding with the sword. That overwhelmingly exalts Almark.
And Almark realized that he felt guilty behind that exhilaration.
I like swords.
It doesn't have to be an actual battlefield.
It doesn't have to be an actual exchange of life.
You don't have to move as your body thinks.
In this way, just waving your sword with everyone's expectations, you're wrapped in a sense of exhilaration that you think you were born for.
Every wave brings back memories of the North.
Life in the north was tough.
But there I was.
That was my home. [M]
Almark knocked out Polois's poke, which he didn't know several times.
Polois' face was ugly distorted by fatigue and humiliation.
Looking at the expression, Almark realized that the game had already started a long time ago.
I'm sorry I had to go out with you.
Almark apologizes to Polois in his heart.
Your pride may have been hurt. [M]
But thanks to you, it was so much fun.
Polois shouted at the tone.
I have a weight on my thrust. You're going to hit your body and blow up Almark.
Polois was hunted down enough to have to go into such a fight.
Tidal time?
Make decisions instantly.
As Polois stepped in, Almark took a big step.
It's the first time I've seen you in this game, the foot.
Oh, my God.
Almark laughs in his heart.
A slow step like a turtle.
The truth is, I was going to step in at such a fast pace as Gizalte, who fought in summer.
But Almark's treading too fast was totally controlling Polois.
Dad, I...
Almark threw his first thrust at Polois's torso on the day.
dull sounds.
It was the dullest sound the audience had heard this day.
Along with the sound, Polois's body danced into the air.
Dad, I...
Almark thought.
I knew I wanted to be a mercenary.