Nelson shook his head disappointed at Almark, whose complexion remained unchanged.
"You can't even hear me. I can't help it."
That's how I stood the sword with the protection of the Spirit.
Well, let me name it. My name is the Knight of Gabel.... "
"I don't need it"
Almark froze Nelson's name.
"There are no grave marks in this forest. I don't need a name on the body."
That's what he said, pointing his sword at Nelson in a hurry.
"Let's get this over with."
I see. Don't you need a name? "
Nelson smiled after nodding.
At that moment, the stage looked brighter.
It's not just because the fog has cleared up.
It was as if there was another light on the stage.
Sunny smiles in contrast to dark-eyed Almark.
The regular Nelson students must have seen the usual Nelson boy there.
Everything starts with a voice, a smile and a loud voice, and a glaring peek at the boy's face as he brightens up.
"But I'll name it!
Nelson's voice echoed through the auditorium.
"Thank the slayer. That's my way of life."
Almark has a pale face.
Whatever you want.
"Well, then, don't hesitate."
Nelson turned his chest and pointed his sword toward Almark.
"The Knight of Gabel, Nelson. For peace in the kingdom and unwavering loyalty to King Amor."
Almark looks bitter at the words.
These are the knights.
Tell her to throw up.
"Never say for yourself."
"The light of others is an obstacle."
Nelson replied.
"I lost my light."
"Fuck off."
Almark laughed.
"Don't talk rationally, knight. If you want to talk, speak with a sword."
"Where I would rather be"
Nelson laughed back.
"Here we go."
Nelson kicked the floor.
A blow from the top of the stairs.
It's not like practice.
Nelson's eyes were on fire.
The eyes of the ancient knight who finally confronted the opponent.
Very well.
Almark switched instantly.
The face is distorted by a vicious smile.
Take it and stand.
The blunt sound of the two swords colliding with each other in a proper fashion was echoed.
Gyaaa
Morgan shouts out loud on stage sleeves.
"What are those two doing? It's not like practice. The paint, the sword paint."
"Evidence of my role. It's funny."
Wallis laughs calmly.
"I'll follow you. Everyone, prepare for the unexpected."
In the words of the leader, the students nodded reassuringly.
I wonder if there's a spare sword.
Morgan ran behind the scenes.
"Quite a blow."
Almark, who took Nelson's sword lightly, laughed when he said he would push Nelson back.
"I've never seen anyone like this before."
Almark holds his right hand horizontally with his left hand slightly down.
You might be able to kill me.
The sword covered the black darkness.
I hope so, knight.
Almark the Swordsman.
Nelson answers sadly.
"I can't stand to see a man like you decide his own life."
Nelson's sword brings out the seven colors of the Spirit's feathers.
"At least let me pull the curtain with my hands."
Nelson kicked the floor again.
Almark's sword slashes Nelson like a knock.
Nelson's sword roars twice or three times, but Almark keeps his left hand down and leaves plenty of room.
Whenever two swords collide, light and darkness are intertwined and sparks scatter.
The sword followed Wallis' improvisation with light and darkness, but the two of them who played the part didn't care.
What a pity.
Almark said calmly during the intense meeting.
"Ten more years, no, at least five more."
That's what I'm saying, I'm going to fight back.
When Nelson barely takes a sharp blow, the next blow comes without putting it in his hair.
When I took it with my sword, Nelson's body fell back on its weight.
Gu
Nelson groans.
"If we'd met five years later, we might have crossed me."
Sadly, Almark swore one sword after another.
The strike, shaking like nothing, was all of the speed and weight of the Special.
Nelson quickly turned into a defense.
"You can't beat me now."
Almark says sadly and Nelson distorts his face.
"Not yet."
That's how he tries to fight back, but Almark's sharp sword muscles won't allow it.
It's no use.
Almark said rudely.
"The difference between me and you will not be filled with temper."
That's how I play Nelson's sword.
Nelson stepped two steps back.
"I'm sorry."
That's what Almark said.
"Good luck, Nelson!
A loud voice rose from the guest seat.
The voice of Nelson's father.
Nelson's father stared at his son from his guest seat.
"Why don't you step on it!
That's how I scream.
But this time it wasn't just one person.
"Good luck, Nelson!
"Don't lose!
"Win!
From the general public and students.
One voice after the other.
There was a loud cheer for Nelson on the stage.
"Wow."
The stage sleeve buyer looks back at Wallis in surprise.
"Wow, this. I've never seen anything like it."
Wallis loosened his mouth while manipulating his cane.
"Oh, let's just keep going."
"Nelson, don't lose!
The voice of a loud Nelson's father. But no one looks back anymore.
Because there was a similar voice of support from the surrounding seat and from the far seat.
Nelson's arm feels powerful, pushed by his voice.
Nelson kicked the floor three times.
Almark takes the hit.
Do you hear the voice of the people of Gabel?
Nelson's improvisation dialogue.
"Lots of voices push my back. It supports me."
That's what I'm saying, I'm gonna knock out Al Mark's sword.
"For whom do you wave your sword? For yourself."
I can't hear anything.
Almark laughed.
"Only the sound of the sword can be heard."
"Pathetic."
Nelson's sword increased his strength.
"Turn the voice of the believers into power, and fill the five-year gap at this moment."
One shot. Two strikes.
Nelson's sword is crushing Almark.
That's the knight.