Eventually, after three more rearrangements, Al Marc, who became as faceless as a mask, stared at the two prolonged tongue battles with patience like steel, and finally said "start" and finally started the duel.
When the game started, only Polois, the primary-school talent, and Galilee, the middle-school talent, were at a fairly high level.
Severe offensive defense, but it still seemed to have a slight share of the elderly Garrell.
Garrell's fierce thrust scratches Polois's armor and makes a dull sound.
"Got it!
Garrell screamed in between.
"You just hit it."
"It didn't hit."
Almark shakes his head.
"Just a scratch."
"Are you watching this?"
Morphs, the attendant, roughed up his voice.
"This is why amateurs..."
"I didn't hit it. Almark is right."
Colen raised her voice as she braced herself.
"I just scratched my armor. It does not touch the core of the body. That's invalid."
"Reason of your own accord."
Morpheus stepped forward in a pale tone, but Garrell raised his hand and took control of his people.
"No, it's fine. Morphs, I'll lend him this one."
"You owe me?
Polois peels his eyes.
"I've run out of power. Next time, I'll decide in a way that he can't make any excuses."
Morphs backed down with his tongue against Garrell's words.
"You're too generous, Garrel."
"All right, go on."
Almark speaks up and the duel resumes.
As he said, Garrel suddenly attacked.
Polois became a part of the defense.
"Oh, that's good, Garrel!
Morphs cheered.
Koren is watching the battle silently.
Occasionally tapping on the ground with your toes measures the rhythm of their offensive defenses.
Almark knows that the eyes of Polois, who is being attacked by Garrell, are targeting an opportunity to fight back.
Polois, you're pulling the guy in.
Almark's arrow, Polois, who dodged Garrell's attack, grabbed Garrell's torso beautifully.
Until then.
Almark raised his voice.
"I've got Polois poking me. The first one wins Polois."
"Gunu"
Garrell moans.
That was a blow that I had no excuse for.
Polois exhales and laughs at Garrel's face.
"An inexcusable form means something like this."
"Shit. Cowardly."
Garrel murmured.
There was no specific mention of what was cowardly, as if I had just said it with regret.
Never mind, Garrell.
Morphs claps his hands to inspire his people.
"I just got one. I can get it back soon."
"Of course."
That's the answer, Garrel's chest tightened.
Well, the second one. Put your swords together. "
Almark instructed them to align their swords.
"The second one..."
"This is just a little leisure. My true strength will gradually become apparent."
"Hmm. At first glance, it looks like I only showed my horse's legs."
Ah, you talk to each one.
Two people look at him at the same time in Almark's words, but Almark faces down and gestures to talk.
"I don't care. Go ahead."
Polois coughs up and recovers.
"Let's hope you don't lose your war without waiting for the third."
Garrell snorted at Polois's words.
"Remember how embarrassing that thought is in your room tonight."
"Dull."
Hmm.
Almark looked alternately at the two faces and decided that they would both not open their mouths anymore, then gave instructions again.
"Second, here we go."
The second one stood up quietly, not actively, whether Garrel had learned from the earlier failure.
It gains strength and gradually increases the pace of Polois' attacks.
A triple strike that flows from Polois's dazzling footsteps.
That was brilliant, but Garrell was also brilliant, who cleaned everything up while holding her body.
Oh.
Unexpectedly, Almark also raised his voice.
"All right, Garrel!
Morphs screamed and Polois, who had been dodged by his good attack, moaned.
Garrell's counter-attack, with a scary Polois gap, decapitated Polois.
"Until then!
Almark raised his voice and stopped them.
The second one is Garrell's win.
"Shit."
Polois looked up at heaven breathing on his shoulders.
"It's dirty."
As if I had just said regret, there was no specific mention of what was dirty.
"Okay, that's it."
Morphs taps Garrel on the shoulder.
"Just make up your mind."
Ah.
Garrel nodded.
"Justice is still here."
"Don't be silly."
Polois looks pale.
"You're still one-on-one."
That's right, Polois.
Koluen calls out.
"Strength is mutual. It's not a big deal because I'm older. Watch what they're doing."
Hmm.
Polois nodded.
Well, let's do the third one.
Almark speaks up.
They wipe their sweat and face each other.
Put your swords together.
Together, the two of you put your swords together.
"Third Book"
"You think you can beat me. That will kill you."
"Hmm, do you think it would make me feel better to win when you do? You have to be kidding me. It's just a matter of showing results."
"From now on, you will be overwhelmed by the results. The match has already begun. It's too late to tell me what happened."
"I'll return that word to you just like you did. I hope you have enough metrics to catch the results."
……
Almark waited silently for their reward.
Eventually, the two of you
Hmm.
"Nonsense."
After shutting up, Almark finally signals the start.
"Third, here we go."
You've learned how to do it.
That's what Koren said and laughed in Almark's ear.