Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Spectator seat.

Oh, it's Rosphilia.

Ficke speaks up.

"And it's Leila. It's funny."

That's how I look back at Ain.

"It's a match between two of Ain's rivals."

Rivals?

The blamed Ain raised one eyebrow.

"'Cause you two were in front of Ain on the pre-vacation exam, right?

Oh, is that so?

Ain shakes his head in a boring way.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not that interested in exam ranking."

That brings me back to the game.

"But I've never lost to Leila. She always ranks fourth or fifth. Rosfilia is in third or second place."

"You lost to Rosfilia this time. Ain was in third place."

Well, I won last time.

"I knew you cared."

As Fiquet laughs slightly, Ain raises his right hand and plays his middle finger in the air towards Fiquet's face.

A chunk of air released from my fingers jumps up Fiquet's forehead.

Yikes

"I don't care."

Ain has a clear face.

"No, I care. Yikes."

And Ain snapped his fingers, and an invisible chunk struck Fiquet's forehead.

"I don't care."

"No, I don't mind."

"I don't care."

"Yikes. Oops. Let's go."

"Here we go. Here we go."

"... who do you think Ain will win?

Fiquet asked while rubbing her forehead which became red with tearful eyes.

"Well, they're both strong... but yes, Rosfilia won at 8: 2."

Answering Ain, Fiquet twisted his neck.

"I wonder if there's such a difference. Regardless of magic or study, martial arts seem to be strong for Leila."

I see. Leila is strong. "

Fiquet looks surprised when she sees Ain nodding.

"Then Leila will win."

"Leila is strong."

Ain murmured and no longer answered Fiquet's question.

The match between Leila and Rosfilia began.

Leila comes out first.

Rosfilia intercepts it.

Quick thrust, light foot padding.

Unlike the men's battles of the past, there is glamour in the intensity.

The metallic sound of the sword colliding with the sword is somewhat mild.

Rosfilia turns into a counterattack.

Leila used her sword to dodge the poke with her gorgeous legs.

The defense switches around.

From the audience seat, you sigh as if you were impressed.

Both forces appeared to be antagonistic.

"Rosfilia is the number one girl in my grade."

Nelson explains to Almark.

"From the beginning of the year, Rosphilia was the best girl and Wendy the second. Now Leila's up, but Rosfilia's the biggest one."

"I know you're good at it."

Almark nodded.

"She's noble, too?

"Ah, I forgot my last name in the kingdom of Foreta... but it's a nice home. Of the five of us this time, the only one who isn't noble is Raydal's opponent Lugon."

"I see....."

"You two look like each other for now."

Morgan says.

"Leila has been practicing with Wendy for a long time. Wendy beat Emelia, too. Leila will win."

In front of Morgan, Rosfilia dodges Leila's sharp thrust with her soft body and flies the thrust of a counter-attack.

"Wow...."

Nelson exclaims in his supple movements.

"Raylor!!"

Almark and the others looked back in support of Leila.

It's Wendy in the backup seat. She is screaming hard beside the torque on her steep face.

"Leila and Wendy get along."

Almark nodded.

"Oh, so Leila...."

"Wendy's the only one who gets along, right?"

Reido takes over after Nelson's words.

"I don't get along with other girls. Of course, even Rosphilia is fighting now."

"I wonder why Wendy and I are so close."

Well...

Reido wrinkles his neck.

"Why not? There are many things about women. There's something we boys don't understand."

"When I was a sophomore, I was close, and those two..."

Say as Morgan remembers.

"Wendy's a kid who can get along with anyone."

That's right.

Almark nodded.

That helped me, too.

Suddenly, Rosfilia changed the rhythm of her defenses.

Leila's response was delayed for a moment.

Ah.

Morgan raised his voice by accident.

Rosphilia didn't miss that moment of skew.

The equilibrium that had been maintained until recently collapsed at once, and the balance of victory and defeat leaned sharply towards Rosfilia.

"Oh, no, Almark."

"Yeah."

Almark nods with a harsh face.

"But Leila is strong."

Tell them to tell themselves.

"Leila is strong."

I see. He said a strong guy would win himself. You have to believe me. "

Nelson nods.

"Let's cheer quietly so he doesn't get distracted."

"Yeah."

That's right.

The four of them stare at the game as they pray.

Leila, good luck.

Morgan's murmur leaked.