A third-place deciding match was supposed to take place before the final, but neither Marcel nor Yannick could participate.
Steed, you do it when you do it, too. Because I egged my eyeballs with my bare hands against such heavy equipment.
Well, fight your old friend in the finals. This is definitely youth. Of course the gear... that's all I got.
'Thank you for waiting so long! This brings us to the Kingdom One Martial Party, the Magic No Division Finals!
"The first is Steed de Mayor! If it's for the beloved woman, even the great nobleman turns to the enemy! A noble spirit in the body of a martial arts man! There is a surge of female fans who want to be helped too! If you work a little harder on magic and seating, the chief is now! Now, come in, eh!? Oh, my God, Steed! I'm not wearing armor! He's wearing something like a very normal road outfit!
"The second player is Curse de Martin! Oddly enough, it was a confrontation between our classmates in Kutanutu. Ah! I checked the martial arts stage earlier and the curse player is gone, what a powder of pepre! If you think you've given your enemies a fancy potion, use it to crush dozens of gold coins! He's an abominable athlete in many ways!
Ah! What a crude outfit for a curse player, like a road trip. Ah! Always a stylish athlete. What the hell is wrong with this?
Steed, I didn't know you were thinking the same thing. I have a wooden knife, not a long sword. I'm barefoot up and down the hemp, usually dressed for archery. Then the wooden knife is not a tiger, but an archaeological object. There is no difference between weapons and equipment. The collar is also removed so my body is light and I even feel like I could fly. Your health is healing and you can fight with all your might.
'Come on, are you ready! We'll start the finals! Both sides!'
"Begin!"
Each other advances toward each other.
I'm on the bottom, Steed, and you're on the top.
As soon as my distance becomes a mail, I kick the ground in a different direction.
Turn to the right and stir.
If we meet properly, we lose.
Me repeatedly going in and out of time.
He doesn't break his temper on the spot.
Stamina's still not going to run out, but it's still not going to be like this...
'Curse, you unexpectedly make a light move! You could have made that sharp move, too!
'Did you not do it because of the circumstances, or was it kept warm? I'm no match for Steed in power, I guess I'll have to take the oh so way.
Well, my body's warming up, too, and let's go!
Front, swing down from the top!
Steed, you're going to have to scratch your torso!
Ouch, that hurts pretty bad...
I didn't know you wouldn't even avoid it...... No, you didn't. I got it with a developed cap muscle. Are you a regular wooden knife opponent so you can do it? Conversely, I fell on my left flank. Your ribs are safe, but it sounds like the pain will go all the way to your gut. This is my weakness, my weakness.
"It was a flash of defense! From Kurth's powerful blow to his brains, to his counter-attack! Steed, Kutanatsu's do-good guts glow!
'No. That didn't hit me on the shoulder avoiding the head. I got it with a strong muscle next to my neck. To fight back against Curse players. Sometimes you lose your mind when you get a strong impact on that muscle over there... it's something you do well. The damage done by both sides in the current offense will be won by Steed six to four.
'Ha, now let me cut the meat and break the bones, right?
Damn, that's just great. Win a horizontal sumo without small work, huh?
I'll do it.
"Oops! Curse, I'm going to punch in again!
'It doesn't look like I got laid...'
Damn, that's Mr. Steed...
He strikes at the same spot obsessively. Ouch...
Damn, if I loosen my hand because I don't have a hitter, I'll punch in from the other side.
"Now it's Steed's onslaught! What a sharp sword muscle! Is this what you mean!
'Apparently so. They attack not only with the tip of the sword, but also with various parts up to the head of the pattern. But Kurth hasn't lost either. On one side of the battle against that onslaught, but it's overrun without breaking down.
Damn, no more...
The attack is too intense!
There's no gap at all to fight back...
Only this time it is coming without a trump card, so we have to fight it with strength...
I can't help it because it's cheap, but my hemp clothes are worn out, too.
Eh, wrapped up and depressing!
Depressing?
Why?
That's because my clothes got wrapped up...
My clothes have never been depressing in the last few years. That's because it's convenient clothing that drains you right away even if you breathe sweat. This clothing I'm wearing right now is sticky and depressing because I'm snorting my sweat for hemp...
Maybe you have a winning eye?
You keep losing anyway! I'll do it! Squeeze the remaining power and bounce you back, Steed. And take the distance, take off your clothes.
"Ahhh! Curse, I'm taking my clothes off! What are you thinking! Whoa, he's got a surprisingly muscular good body. Ooh!
"It's a body of authentic workouts. Again, luck and gear don't seem to have come all the way to the finals.
"And yeah! He's wrapping his undressed clothes around his left hand! Steed, who doesn't attack Curse like that, is either a gentleman or an idiot. Uh-huh!
"Are you going to use it instead of a shield? It's better than not, for sure, but if you can't hold a wooden knife with your left hand for that matter, it's called a main fall.
"You kept me waiting. I'm surprised you didn't attack me, but I did.
"Curse, I wanted to see what you'd do. Of course I didn't mean to alarm you.
And again, the time is clogged.
I throw a wooden knife forward.
Steed will find out because I do well. [M] He doesn't even look surprised and calmly plays the wooden knife.
Right there!
Slight gap created because you played my wooden knife!
Shake my clothes like a whip in that gap.
Sweaty clothes cover your face with winding vision, Steed.
It's the only time! Stay low tackle, Steed, lift your knees and knock them back!
Guh, he hit me in the head with a pattern! Damage sucks......
But I succeeded in defeating it. Even if you take the mount, Mr. Steed, you're not going to win with your opponent. So...
It's a hardened arm cross! I got my left hand!
Naturally, Steed, you're not the kind of man to surrender for fear of a fracture.
So! Extremely!
Fold!
The dull feeling of a broken bone... now I win, I thought...
Both legs pierced from the soles of their feet... daggers... from where... what early work...
That's right, Mr. Steed, I didn't know you wouldn't stop attacking me while they broke your left hand...
Damn, I can't stand... I need to get up...
Stabbing Todome......
"Decision-making!" The long battle is finally settled. Ahhh! The winner is Steed de Mayor oooooo!! Congratulations. Well, su!
"It was a great fight. I didn't know I would use the clothes I took off like that. Besides, I didn't know there was a way to fight Steed's left hand. That's right, Kutanutsu is different. But without being broken, without surrender or fright, he seemed to be one good Steed, who calmly deprived Curse of his maneuverability and calmly stabbed Todome.
'Now let's move on to the awards ceremony after both treatments! Please don't go home yet!