"... you're here... Mr. Singh"
"... oh. You kept me waiting."
I came to the fight field and Phil greeted me.
Phil's expression is dark.
Maybe that's why she's worried about fighting me, too.
She's a sweet girl.
"... what's up, Phil? You can't beat me for that."
I'm even more lost.
I'm the reason Phil's expression is dark, and if it's true, I wouldn't complain if she pulled me over.
Nevertheless, we still don't know if it's something we can fight Phil in that mood.
But there's only one thing I know.
That means that if we fight halfway here, me and Phil will regret each other.
Whatever the outcome, if it's after a serious fight, we can accept it.
That's why I fight as hard as I can, and I want Phil to fight as hard as he can.
I don't think about future relationships now.
I focus on seeing Phil only as a favorite enemy.
"Well, I can't beat you where you originally meant it"
"... don't lie... please. I have a chance too... don't I?
Phil, who's been on my provocation, has stared at this one and argued.
What Phil is saying is certainly correct.
I've been in mock wars with her many times, but my chances of winning by doing so were about 90%.
I mean, on the contrary, about 10% would mean she was winning.
And given my handicap in this fight, there's about a 30% chance Phil will win this duel.
It's a big possibility.
"Mr. Singh is the one who... beats me when he's bluffing... is that good?
"I'm not cautious in battle. Don't look sweet."
I smile invincibly in response to Phil's provocation.
Phil can't understand what's inside of me.
So let me play a character like this even with no blood or tears here.
"Come on, referee, let's get started. I'm nagging because I want to fight fast."
"Wow, okay."
Phil and I decided it was no longer better to talk in the fight than to continue talking here, and urged the referee to start the game.
"Then the duel tournament finals, Sin VS Phil, the duel begins!
Then the referee marked the beginning of the duel after he had given us his sight.
"Shh!"
Must win first.
Phil approached me at the same time as the duel began, pointing two kunais in both hands.
"It's too late, Phil."
I go into protection with a small shield in my left hand and a 'cross' in my right hand, calmly judging Phil's attack.
Phil's attack is never too late.
Instead, can you even say it's pretty good today?
But I'm going to cut Phil off for being slow.
"You can't even scratch me like that. Put more effort into your hips. Move your legs. It's only just the beginning, so don't think I'm going to keep my powers warm."
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This is what Phil and I always do.
It's the usual interaction between me and Phil to refine his movements based on that information during the battle.
We repeated that so tirelessly within 'FO' and Earth.
Therefore, Phil's movements reflect my thoughts greatly in a way that adds to her personality.
My master is Kengo, but Phil's master is me.
I was planted every move from Kengo, and I planted every move from Phil.
That's the kind of genealogy it is.
So I know what kind of attack Phil is going to take, and Phil knows a lot about it.
If so, it becomes important how much our battle puts into their minds.
The same goes for what I just said.
If Phil the prudent had come full throttle from the start, I might have had one or two shots to deal with.
But at the beginning, I can tell you that I have the advantage of defending all Phil's attacks.
"... Shh!........................ Shh!
For once Phil is trying to flirt with me by releasing his skills with numerous feints.
But I don't ride Phil's invitation, I stick to his steadfast defense.
This will give her a taste of restraint.
That should drain you more health than I do and make every move cluttered.
There is no rush.
All I have to do is wait for Phil to snap.
"Huh... Huh... Kuh!
When so much time had passed since the duel began, Phil's movements had finally become suspicious.
Phil's offense became more monotonous than it was in the beginning, and the number of feints was considerably reduced.
The way Phil puts his shoulders up and down and breathes with his mouth also shows that she is starting to bat.
Seeing that, I unraveled my defensive posture and tried to tap 'Cross' into Phil.
But that seemed like a bluff.
Phil dodged on a piece of paper as if he had been reading my attack.
Plus, he's trying to stab Kunai in my stretched right arm.
So I push Phil with my little shield to block that prospect.
"Phew..."
That was dangerous.
If I hadn't insured you, I'd have almost got one hit.
Maybe the way I look tired now was acting.
Otherwise I shouldn't have been able to react that agile.
"Don't do it, Phil"
"... people"
Phil's face, breathing away from me, is serious in itself.
There is no dark look before the game.
Perhaps she, like me, thinks she'll regret not fighting as hard as she can.
"Ha... ha..."
But for Phil, it should be hard not to get on the waves with an earlier attack.
It doesn't look like a butterfly when you're acting, but you can't be tired.
Phil's amount of exercise has been considerable so far.
"... hey!
Phil speaks up and unleashes an attack, but it didn't have any clarity.
Was the focus disturbed by being prevented from attacking earlier?
Or is this another bluff?
I fought back against Phil while I was alert to the possibility that this was an invitation.
"Ugh!?
Apparently it was the former.
I played Phil's rushed attack with a small shield, which knocked her 'cross' where her guard was sweetened.
Then Phil throws a kunai at me for the gaps I attacked, even as he raises a slightly distressed voice.
This is inevitable in boulders.
I let the meat cut and I turned down the bones. I got Phil's attack on my foot and I allowed one hit.
But...
"It's over, Phil"
Phil's move when 'Cross' hit is bad.
So I continued my attack on Phil like that.
You had to keep playing with the weapon or avoid it, but you sweetly saw the performance of this weapon.
Once hit, the livestock performance of this weapon, which relentlessly binds the target's abilities, is origami.
Because in the Kanna and Mina wars, it was only because of this that I could have won.
But Phil underestimated it.
Once it was okay to hit it, I went on to act so high.
Then I win.
I'll be right next to Phil, and I'll give him a cross.
"Become..."
Phil continued the attack as well as I did.
That cut my arm off lightly by Phil's Kunai, allowing me a second hit.
In the meantime, I hit Phil three times, further limiting her movements.
Therefore my advantage remains unchanged.
Even so, the victory is yet to be confirmed.
Because I started seeing anomalies in my body, too.
"Poison..."
Apparently Phil's attack earlier was on skill 'Benomslash'.
I chose poison here rather than paralysis or sleep, probably because of the best chance of developing a state anomaly.
But maybe Phil's luck is leaning toward poisoning me with high poison resistance in about a shot.
That's what I thought, I moved to decide the battle before the poison turned all over my body and the movement was duller than it is now.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!
I launch a relentless series of attacks against Phil.
The usual me basically going for the counter, but here I dare to add an attack from here.
"Come on!"
So I hit Phil five times with a cross.
I guess you didn't think I'd weigh in on the attack here.
Phil looked at me like a pigeon wearing a bean cannon.
But it doesn't mean they just get hit here.
Phil has hit two more strikes for a gap caused by my turning into an attack.
This brings Phil to a total of four attacks.
Six more shots will be my loss.
But before that, I win.
I won't let go of the attack with that intent.
After that I kept fighting as an attacker, not a tank.
I didn't laugh, I didn't cry, I even kept fighting Phil.
I just want the fight with Phil to go on forever if I can.
So much so that this time was precious to me.
When this is over, we'll have to make a choice.
In some cases, they will no longer be able to stay in the same relationship they have been in.
Phil and I may break up in a fight here.
Phil and I may end up saying goodbye here.
I didn't like that.
"Until then! Winner, Singh!
I didn't like it, but time passes ruthlessly.
The voice of the referee roars, cheering from the audience.
The final was my win.
"Ha... ha..."
"Ugh... Ugh..."
I was looking down at Phil who fell.
Phil crosses his arms in front of his face, whimpering up.
I guess this isn't about me beating Phil too hard or anything, it's just lamenting that I lost.
"Ugh... and Sin..."
"... what?
I listen to Phil's words, which are tears.
"I lost... I lost..."
"Oh...... right"
Phil lost, I won.
Even as a result of what the referee told me earlier, it proves that my victory is unrelenting.
"Higu... but... but...!
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While crying, Phil is trying to tell me something.
So I kept quiet and listened to Phil.
"Mr. Singh... may go far with Mr. Sakya... but I... won't forget Mr. Singh... because I won't...!
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"Even if Mr. Singh... likes someone else... I... like Mr. Singh... and I will continue to do so... uhh..."
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Phil's words will find some people very obnoxious.
If someone you like has been taken by someone else, you should give up completely there, because they are better for each other.
But Phil didn't.
I didn't give up when I had a girlfriend, and I don't care what they think around me, Phil has bumped into words that don't matter.
Phil has told me that he will continue to like it.
He says he likes me for all the crap.
I was very happy with it and very troubled.
Due to certain circumstances, I hesitated to get along with Phil.
Therefore, Phil and I did not become lovers, and then we became fond of Sakya, who was originally about to like him, and we got to hang out with him with momentum.
As a result, I like Sakuya and Phil both ways.
I don't want Phil to cry.
And at the same time, I don't want Sakya to grieve.
What can I do to fill both?
I keep worrying as I listen to Phil's sobbing voice.
But I don't think I should stay like this, and I open my mouth trying to speak to Phil.
"Phil... I..."
"Sing-kun."
Thakya came there.