The center of the game.
The two opposing players are Nelson and Eston.
Nelson is not a small man, but he looks a little unreliable in front of Eston's blessed body.
"You guys are dirty."
That's what Eston said.
Ah?
Nelson looks at the bloody excitement.
"That guy back there. Oh, my God. It's the guy with the name."
Eston snapped his jaw at the pair of seats.
"I hear you're from the north. It would be against the rules to hire mercenaries from the north to work as murderers in martial arts competitions."
Say that and laugh lightly.
"Fuck you."
Nelson's complexion changed.
"Almark is just from the North. You call it a mercenary north of murder."
"How much did you hire? Well, you can't afford to pay a lot of money."
Nelson's lips trembled with anger.
"You insulted my people and my class."
What is insult?
Eston shakes his head with a smile.
"A word you use when you have enough honor to be humiliated. Um"
It's Nelson.
Nelson tells me to hit him.
"It's an unforgettable name when the game is over."
That's not true.
Eston can barely afford it.
"But I'll keep in mind your last wish for me to remember my name."
"Norish"
Nelson put his name in his mouth to beat it even harder.
Remember that name?
"I think someone's asked me the same thing before."
Eston shook his head at the intrigue.
"I'm sorry, but we don't even remember the names of the people we care about. Here comes Dr. Bowen."
Acknowledging that Bowen was approaching, Nelson swallowed the words of anger.
"Nelson, you look so excited."
Morgan sees Almark.
"I wonder if that's okay. I wonder if you've completely embarked on the opponent's provocation."
You must have gotten on.
Almark nodded.
I think I got on right away.
Er!
Morgen looked at Almark with his eyes, although he blamed him.
"Almark will let you go without calming down."
That's fine.
Almark says with a cool face.
"In Nelson's case."
His name is read out and Eston bows gracefully.
Nelson waited for his turn as he stepped in small steps.
When Nelson's name was read out and he shook up his right hand with a sword to respond to it, there was a huge cheer from the audience seat for the girl.
"Nelson! Do it!
"I won't know if I lose!
"I won't forgive you unless you win!
When he heard that, Nelson glanced at him.
Oh, come on, it's just me.
And think in the corner of your excited head.
But, well, I guess that's me.
Then slowly align your sword with the other Eston's tip.
Getting Started!
"Nyaaaaaaaa!!"
Nelson screamed out loud enough to silence Bowen's voice.
A sharp thrust with a temperament.
But Eston took it for granted that I had been waiting.
"Ah, look!
Morgan shakes hands.
"That's what Eston thinks!
"Yeah."
Almark nodded.
But I can't stop Nelson.
"Nuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Nelson throws a poke with his temper.
Eston receives it.
Nelson plunged straight into Eston's torso.
When he was young, Nelson didn't doubt that his father was a knight.
That's why I was disappointed when I found out that my father was just a knight's servant.
My father asked when he could be a knight, but his answer was surprising to him.
"A knight is a knight. The Servant is the Servant. That won't change for the rest of your life."
Clear identity differences.
Nelson recognized it for the first time.
But if my father does something about it, the knights will take it.
My father looked at Nelson with an astonishing look.
"Where did you get the hang of it?
A battlefield where you can take advantage of being a knight. There is no such thing in this peaceful country.
So, what's a knight?
My father's answer was enough to crush Nelson's ideals, which he admired as a knight.
"A knight means a man on a horse. Call me a knight about a nobleman who can pass without getting off the castle gate."
No, it's not.
Nelson thought.
A knight is a brave man who wears armor, rides a horse, holds a long spear, and penetrates into an enemy line, into a monster, without fear.
"That's not in the story."
My father's answer was empty.
When Nork Magic Academy enrolled, Nelson thought it would make him a knight over his stature.
"Dad, can I be a knight?"
That would be interesting if I hadn't been born.
"Dad, I'm not talking about a knight like Dad serves."
"There are no knights in this world in your favorite story."
At least not in this country, my father said.
Nelson understands that.
So I decided to make it my way of life, not my identity.
Straight at all times.
It is difficult to practice, and it is often bent.
Nelson pushes straight into it.
Eston receives it.
Receive.
Receive.
But Nelson's attack won't stop.
Eston glanced at the unexpected continuation of the attack, which he thought would be interrupted.
Nelson doesn't mind that.
Point straight. Keep poking. Keep poking.
"Whoa!
Nelson exhales.
It still continues.
Poke. Poke.
Shortly after the start of the match, he kept poking.
How long will this last?
As expected, there's no room in Eston's face.
Instead of fading, Nelson's power of thrust is increasing.
This is how you fooled my class.
Nelson counts with his excited head and pushes hard.
This is how you fooled Al Mark.
Eston attempts to counterattack after receiving the thrust.
This is because you didn't remember my name.
There is no time to fight back, and Eston's sword is empty and defensive.
This is what made Norish cry.
Stronger thrust. Eston's complexion changes.
This is what made Norish cry.
This is what made Norish cry.
This is what made Norish cry.
It's not just power. The number of revolutions has also increased.
This is because I didn't remember Norish's name.
At last, Nelson's poke grabs Eston's torso.
This is what made Norish cry.
Nelson won't stop.
This is what made Norish cry.
This is what made Norish cry.
This is what made Norish cry.
Damn it, I made Norish cry.
The audience must not have been able to tell which of the angry successive attacks that approached him captured his torso.
Eston's torso sounded like it was crushed by Nelson's thrust.
Bowen's, "Until then! The voice echoes.
"Ride the provocation and you'll be on it."
Almark told Morgan to round his eyes.
"Nelson gets straight and strong without hesitation."
Nelson proudly shook his sword toward the audience seat, and Norish shook his hands loudly, as he could see from the support seat.