Uh, I'm tired. You repeated a stop-go on a narrow martial arts stage. This is coming to my feet. And I won so well. Weapon or force, you lost. Was it the difference in real life experience that won?
I watched the game blurry and it was the last game of the first round. I wish I had some weird participants.
"Come on! Finally, the first round is loaded! We're starting Game XVI! The first one. Huh! Assassins from Heizle! Sekiya! They call themselves Heizle braves! It comes with a wooden knife just like the earlier Kwana players!
Come on, second guy. Huh! You look old, but you call yourself twenty! Sting player!
'It's going to be an interesting fight. Sekiah's sword arm and Sting's weapon, are you sure it's Tonfer? They say masters can be steadfast in their offense. Well, what's the wager rate... five to two? That's Sekiya's advantage.
"Oh my God! Are you a tonfer!? Some athletes use unusual weapons! Come on! Then the final game of World War I! Both sides! '
"Begin!"
It is Sekiya who packs the soothing intermission. You're a big body, but you move quietly. Keep hitting it down from the top. Sting flushed it out in the right tonfer. Don't be so brainless than me both......
Sekiah moves slightly to the left as the momentum circulated, even as he tries to slap the tonfer on the right flank of the gala-empty Sekiah. Tonfer ended up emptying.
Similar developments have continued since then. Sekiah is the advantageous one in time. Sting is the one with a strong defense. One by one, the offense continued.
'Uhm, they both have good arms. Sekiya looks superior in health if she stays like this, but I'm looking forward to seeing how Sting deals with that.
'I never thought Tonfer would be that defensive! Very antagonistic!
Will it be long? I don't mind because it's funny to look at unexpectedly.
"Hey, what mon then? Really, twenty?
"Hihich, it's you. Would it be past thirty?
"You idiot! I'm seventeen years old. Heizle's brave man licked it!
He was seventeen... I thought he was older. Being chased home on seventeen to earn money...... pathetically.
"Well, my body warmed up, too. Let's see if it's time to end this.
"Don't lick me, Jizzy!
Sekiah suddenly packs the intermission. When I shook up my sword, I made it look like it and spit on Sting players. Ugh dirty...... huh!? Sting, I'm not avoiding you! Wave the right tonfer as you take it on your cheek.
"Wow!
Sekiah greets him with a rough wooden knife. Tonfer is bounced and the wooden knife hits Sting in the upper arm.
"What's the pain? Yeah!
But Sekiah is holding her legs and rolling over the martial arts stage. What happened!?
"Hihich, we have two tonfers, don't we? Sweet. The mon in the hizzle is a hizzle. If you mess with the mulasaki metallic, you can do it. It's over."
Tonfur strikes down on rolling sekiah. So far.
"but ahhhhhhh!
Sekiya, I stripped my teeth off while I rolled over and targeted Sting's foot... the beast.
"Hihich, it's pointless. Open your mouth like that. You want me to kick your ass so bad?
I'm already kicking. You're a jerk... you got a couple of teeth flying? And again, you're a toddler with a ton of fur...
"There's a battle! It's a Sting player victory! This brings us to the end of all of the final tournament games! Now after the lottery, we will begin the second round!
"You were a player reminiscent of master Ackerman, anyway. You're definitely not twenty. He's a horrible player with no gaps.
Well, after World War II, it's a lunch break. It's lunch with Chiara. I wonder who my opponent will be. I don't like Sting.
Still, unlike yesterday, the thirty-two also made it to the finals, so that was a long wait and a hassle. It would be sixteen when it comes to the regular finals tournament.
Well, the draw's over too. My turn. What a first game. Who's the other guy?
"I've kept you waiting for a very long time -! I want to start the Final Tournament II! Match one! It's suddenly that athlete! The first one. Huh! Curse! You showed me a brilliant ambush earlier! I wonder what the next hand has to offer -!
Second person hah! I'm a turbre player! Two fifth-graders in the knighthood school! A competitor who calls himself Steed! Grab a victory with a bigger body than Curse!
"So what's the wager rate... two to five? That's right, Tarbre is the dominant player.
Mr. Tarbre de Valladeur. I first met him at the fall tournament in Kutanutsu. I was weak then, Mr. Steed. Connected, I've been doing mock wars many times since then. Match score is my win over. But don't be alarmed. I haven't done anything here lately.
Both sides!
"Begin!"
"Let's go!
Ugh, Balladur, you're in a bad mood. By the way, Serge, the weapon is a wooden spear I use in a breaking pole stream, just like you. I'm the other side of the workout stick. Length doesn't make you a contender.
Goddamn it, the spears get slapped from the distance. I'm not close... but I don't mind. Now it's time for me to gobble with the power of my gear. I take the hitting down from the top with my shoulder and hold that spear in. And I want to attract spears and pack them in little by little...... but not even frightened. Don't do it, Mr. Balladeur, you're not going to win with force.
"Oh, Curse! I held Tarbre's wooden spear back! And adhesive! How do you see it, Master Damien!?
"Well, you can't win away from the spear opponent. Curse wants to get a little closer.
That's right. I want to get close. For now, even harassment...... Hmm!
I slapped him a little ahead I grabbed. It's about 30% shorter. Throw the cuts away off-site. It still looks like a regular wooden spear.
"That's the Demon King. This is a good tree out there, isn't it? But it was a failure to break ahead... Ha!
Shit, he poked me. I don't have a problem hitting my torso, but I can't even hit my eyes if that thing hits my eyes. Pup. What am I talking about?
"Hey, there's a gap everywhere!
It hurts. I blushed my cheek. Seriously, I almost caught my eye. It's hard to do when you get poked around with that momentum. Me and Baradeur know each other pretty well... it's hard to use your hands. Any ideas...
"Ah!"
"Hey, what the..."
I came up with it.
"Pfft, no, Mr. Balladeur. I'm talking about Eileen.
"A, what's wrong with Eileen!
Well, my hand's already stopped. Sweet sweet.
"When was that? You had dinner with the Damians at my house. After that, Damien started drinking. And then Eileen drank it out with you, didn't she?
"Oh!? Irene said it was booze!?
"Yes, and Damien and I were close. As you know, Damien has a good mouth, doesn't he? Even you, martial bone Eileen, aren't you?
"Oh, that's stupid! Only Irene, no..."
Now! There are gaps!
A workout stick thrown by the bun struck Baradeur directly in your chest. Run right in there and drop kick. Mr. Balladeur falling off the spot. I win.