Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

"It goes without saying that Fiona-Frendle is one of the few female fighters in our fighters and the most capable of female fighters."

Desh's explanation that there is no objection.

Of the sixteen fighters who participated in the victory battle of the Rite of the Soul, the female fighter was only one, Fiona-Frendle. All but her are men, which means Fiona has been destroying World War I, World War II and the fighters of the inflexible man.

Rem had seen Fiona's battle with its eyes, all with flowers, and it seemed impossible for a female guest to raise her yellow voice.

Fiona-Filendle's unbeatable defeat of the inflexible male fighters will be due to the awesomeness of his sword moves. I am glad to say that I am the owner of a forged flesh, but that I have more speed and skill out of the group than that. He flirts with his previous opponents with that sword move and grabs victory. The magnificent battle may be about to be called martial arts, and I was convinced that she was popular.

What's more, it's a young, beautiful look, which is probably why it's so popular.

Fiona was not wearing a helmet, although it was the lightweight armor that wrapped her around. It exposes its face. That, too, may be the consistency of fighting. Fighting is not just fighting. It's fun. You have to strike a hand at this to attract the audience's interest and get them to the arena. I was not surprised to hear that one of them was to expose her beautiful appearance. Beautiful women, that's all they have.

I tied my long hair to one behind me, and it seemed to drip like the tail of a horse. It was so frivolous that even Lem was about to fall in love. Most importantly, you won't be able to enjoy her beautiful appearance from the audience.

It's Rem's eye that makes it visible from the special gallery on the third floor.

"This is a formidable enemy."

"Really?

"Hmm?"

"These are your husband's few weaknesses."

"Weaknesses?"

When Rem told him seriously, Jade and Desh took a breath of relief.

"My lord, I am so vulnerable to women."

With Jade and Desh on their asses cocking their shoulders, Rem, worried, waited for Setuna and Fiona-Filendle to start the game.

But the first game of Game III was also also quickly decided to win or lose.

When Fiona-Filendle stepped up his vigilance and solidified his defense from Setuna's previous game haul, Setuna's merciless onslaught hit him. It was the moment when Fiona-Filendle couldn't stand too much of the onslaught and showed a gap. I paid so that Setuna's wooden spear tangled Fiona's leg and invited her to fall. And a cut-top that can be poked at the steep ground finalises Setuna's victory.

At the thorough end of Setuna, who doesn't have any engaging battles leading up to WWIII, Rem has become somewhat ridiculous in his worries, as well as pathetic for the opposing fighters. Setsuna made it to the final by winning Game III. The final must also end at this rate. Isn't it too pathetic, then, for fighters and audiences who have worked themselves out for a year for this soul-serving ritual and have been fighting?

On the other hand, I was also willing to reopen that it was the organizers, the Extreme Rigorous Fighters, who forced Setuna to participate in such an important ritual in half, so if it was to be responsible, it was to them.

Only one point is that if Setuna has a bad point, she uses a subpoena weapon, and there is no other downfall.

Lem assures me that Setuna would have won safely, even if Setuna hadn't used a subpoena weapon. As far as Rem's eyes could tell, no fighter could beat Setuna. At the very least, there's not a single human being who's been diving through the same dead line as Setuna. There's no way I can defeat Setuna to those people.

(Competition and action are different though)

Because sometimes what has been cultivated in action doesn't work in competition.

Setsuna, in particular, has experienced a very demanding battlefield. I've survived. Compared to the fighters who have lived in a certain lukewarm environment: fighting.

"There was no mercy for women, either."

"Yes."

"Come on."

"I'm sure you're vulnerable to women, but that's why your husband doesn't condone them."

"Er..."

"I don't know what"

Ignoring Jade and Desh's confusion for some reason, Rem watched as Setuna was waking her up Fiona-Filendle. Fiona-Filendle looked bewildered by the difference between Setuna's face as a fierce warrior and his gentlemanly attitude, but he wouldn't fall in love with it. I'm optimistic, but somewhere vigilant, because Fiona-Filendle's eyes were staring at Setuna. For the first time in that too much enthusiasm, I can't help but feel some strong thoughts.

Most importantly, Setsuna didn't seem to think much of Fiona-Filendle's gaze, and when she got up, she just left the game venue behind.

Fiona-Filendle's reaction to staring at Setuna's back like that was a strangely catchy lem, and I thought that was what made me sick.

At the end of Game II of Game III, where only the final was left, another break was provided.

At that time the sky over the arena was reddish, indicating that evening was approaching.

Rem congratulated the whole spirit on Setuna's entry into the final.

Fifteen games in all were played by the finals. Seventeen contestants, including Setuna. Hitting the finals are two of those seventeen who have broken through a fierce battle, one of whom is Setuna. Setuna had already been named by the audience since the first battle to reach the final, although she was not a fighter of the Polar Strugglers. Its name is "Divine Speed." It has decided to win or lose in an instant, but it seems so named for it, but Setsuna herself, she liked that it wasn't bad.

The other is Darrell-Sola, a senior fighter and "polar axe” of the Polar Strugglers. As well as being a colleague of Desh, I know that he is the winner of the Soul Feng Ritual of the previous year. Age is twenty-eight. Would it fit just when the fat started riding? The forged flesh does not even have to be compared to Setuna. It's just not too inflated, the more well it fits, the scarier part about Darrell-Sora. It builds muscles to the point where they don't get in the way. The armor with the gold embellishment on the black ground is monstrously shaped and I remember catching my eye.

Its strength can be described as great just to reach the finals.

Setsuna also had to be somewhat distracted, etc.

At the end of the break and entering the special gallery, the starry sky covered the overhead of the arena. The stars that are likely to come down now and the enormous rays of Demon Crystal lamps lit up all over the match venue illuminate the two fighters heading into the finals. The full audience flourished undeniably, and the entire arena rocked.

"Darrell, as its fighting name suggests, is one of the best axe users in the Polar Gang Fighters. If I let him use the axe, there won't be anything out to his right, and even if it isn't the axe, there won't be anything that can fight him on par"

"Dear Desh, but are you?

"The battle between me and Darrell is five minutes. I want to win it over somehow, but it's not going to work."

"How about Warren?

"The captain is the finest fighter. Not that I don't know what that means?

"But shouldn't titles and strengths necessarily coincide?

"Indeed. But in our fighters, strength becomes the title. If you have the strength, you can be a senior fighter, the finest fighter. Naturally, if you decide that you don't deserve that title, you'll be stripped."

"Even the finest fighter, is it?

"Whatever. Otherwise, you won't be able to maintain order in the fighters. It's a rough organization."

Though Desh told him with a lamentable look, he himself is as calm as a human being unrelated to that desolate organization. That was not a thankful thing for the Lems. If Desh was such a rough guy that he could have gotten his hands on first before words, he might have collided with Setuna.

"Although I am optimistic that the Commander will continue to reign over the top fighters for a while."

That's how Desh dropped his gaze on the game venue. Just then, a signal was rolled out by the referee to start the game.