Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"Squash Gardi"

"Killing Everyone"

"Iron Kaufman"

Who sent down the extravaganza?

That's the Black Knight! Skinny warrior without skin exposure. A knight of sound speed that combines leopard-like suppleness with lion-like boldness. The audience was completely fascinated by the fantasy figures who manipulated the art of illusion and took a blow special as their body.

What battle does "Dragon Killer" show us next? What kind of sights do you see with great skill and skill?

The audience sends a hot ale to the Black Knight, who supposedly defeated even Chaos Dragon.

There was a sign that the warrior was defeated. I also had a stuffy suspicion of a frigid opponent who wouldn't expose his face. But more than that, they were totally overwhelmed by the extraordinary strength of the Black Knight.

Keeping your mouth shut with reason can't contain the beating. Even if you tanned your face with consciousness, your feet are treading on the floor. And if you realize it, stick your arms up and start shouting the Black Knight's name out loud.

The circular Colosseum is full of such everywhere. In the audience where the soil surrounded the groping ring, everyone and he stood up and shouted his name.

Black Knight! Black Knight! Black Knight! The enthusiastic call blends into one with nature and echoes into the city of Stols. The name of the Black Knight springs to Stols, the country of the Martial Arts Games.

The east entrance gate opens, as if to echo that voice. Heavy iron gates open, from the darkness behind, a black knight appears.

He is the Black Knight. A great hero who killed Chaos Dragon. The person who defeated the warriors representing the nations and made their first appearance and climbed to the finals. And from now on, a man who will have the glory of winning.

No one has seen anything like "Cordia of Purple Electricity," which similarly emerged from the West Gate. After the muddling, no one expected the warrior to finally win.

I have the strength to just stand in the finals. I have experience in interpersonal combat as well as a glorious history of combat. A warrior of no less power than 'Squash Gardi', however, was short of actors to serve as the opponent of the Black Knight.

You just have to keep it 10 seconds from the start of the game. That's what everyone thought. The audience, the Black Knight, the Cordia people - and even Cordia.

This final is not a battle to compete for martial arts. It's just a kind of ritual of passage, until the Black Knight lists the golden trophy. A warrior who defeated even the mightiest knight with a single blow 'performs martial arts' against a well-known warrior. It was like a deception, until we got a determined victory.

Taking it in that sense, earlier Black Knight Cole was a cry to honor the winner. So it was so strong. So it was that big.

It's like the semifinals, the battle between the Black Knight and Kaufman, and now the winner of the tournament has been decided. That's why people turned up hot, hot and ambitious.

Show them strength enough to convince them of the victory. No one has ever been able to do that before! Even Kaufman and Killing said, "If you don't try to fight, you don't know," "there may be a great madness."

With numerous warriors, people were strongly impressed by the lack of bottom that made them think they couldn't win.

'So, the finals, the game begins!!

The bell that tells the beginning rings. A scream comes from the audience's mouth. The Black Knight slowly unleashed the short sword and Cordia let that look give up.

What is about to begin is a story of planned harmony similar to theatre. A very boring final that has been decided to win and lose since before we fought. But the big stage where you can see the movements of the Black Knight who killed the Chaos Dragon.

One last thing, let's cut through the Black Knight's movements. One last thing, let's burn the majesty of the Black Knight in our eyes. The audience thought so. Even your greatness was going to use flashy moves to please the audience.

The winner is the Black Knight. Because everyone believed that and didn't doubt it - the Colosseum froze on the next development.

"... crap"

Cordia made a sword out of her throat. It looked that way to your greatness standing across the street.

But not as a matter of fact. Correctly, 'the man who stood behind Cordia stabbed his sword without question'.

Cordia disappeared, wrapped in metastatic light, while everyone on the spot was distracted and unable to give her one voice. What was left was a mysterious figure who suddenly appeared. An unidentified man wearing a earthy hooded cape and a sword of escape.

No, just like the Black Knight, I'm not even sure of my gender. The cloak covering the body by the time it was morbid hid even horizontally raised arms without gaps, and there was still room.

"Who...?

"Duh, what are you gonna do...?

Those who return to me only leak blurring, blurring and whining, so that they may still lurk their breath. By then, the cape figure had been unusual, and the incident of being disturbed by a martial arts tournament was an unparalleled rarity.

If this was a boxing ring set up in the city square, jumping in and breaking and entering was the norm. But this is the Colosseum the Stols are proud of. The magic barrier stretched out like a lid on a ring protects the audience while at the same time inhibiting non-athletes from penetrating as the iron wall.

First, there was the question of how I got in. How did the man in the cape make a hole in the magic barrier of the Colosseum? "I saw it. He emerged from the shadows," the grunt flushed into the next question.

"What are we going to do with the finals!?

The cry of one audience was the question of everyone on the spot.

The magic barrier, said to prevent even dragon braces, is also an inescapable cage if you change your view. To get out of here, you have to fight until you're the last one. For the first time in this way, the magic barrier of the ring will be removed.

Whether it was Battle Royale in the qualifying round or the battle for the main round, the barrier was never lifted until the winner was alone. Whether Kaufman, who hunted the Black Knight down to the wall, poked him with a spear or hit a stray bullet released by another warrior, the invisible barrier was never breached.

You can't push. It also does not accept external operations. Then again, here, we have to decide on the winner -.

"Is there such a thing as jumping in!?

The person wearing the cape is not the player who won the main race. It's only like a thief, so to speak, who blurred Cordia's standing.

If it's a small game like the wooden end, yet, this is a traditional summer martial arts competition. How much can I allow the finals to continue like this just because I defeated 'Cordia of Purple Electricity'?

To the deliberate audience, the mercenary king of Stols, the organizer, stands up and declares sternly.

"OKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

An eighty-three year old mercenary king. His hair grew white and his hips bent, he still hadn't let his audacious heart and great measure fade.

(Grandpa, weigh yourself in)

Guitar sighed softly, staring at the old man, who emitted a loud voice that echoed the Colosseum without using any audio expansion magic items.

If we go to the finals, we don't have a lot of opponents later. Guitar Dai, who had read about it from the tournament table, had made it high when the victory could be captured without labor until a few minutes earlier.

That's why he spared no effort in using the skills he kept - [mirage], which transforms himself into a phantom and avoids it altogether, [mirage body], which creates as many as four identities, and [change body], which replaces those identities.

In the final, he behaved in large measure thinking that he would not have so much difficulty. Thanks to this, those skills required a lot of cool time before they could be reused.

I never dreamed it would come here to be an enemy. He tongued under his helmet at the balance distribution and his own alarm.

Nevertheless, it makes no difference what he does. Defeat the enemy and get out of here. And grace the winning prize. The only thing that has changed is the opponent. I cut it off that there was nothing particularly wrong with that, and you decided to move.

Still, I don't imitate anything to face an unidentified person from the front. Steady, see how things go first. Guitar took the knife for throwing out of the sheath, which has some on the belt.

"[Throwing Dagger]"

Using skills that require correction for throwing speed and hit rate, Guitar threw a knife with momentum.

A knife that shook its arm so fast that it tipped from its elbow and was thrown with an eyebrow eye. But it flies to the other side, bounced by the sword of the cape figure.

"[Mirage Dagger]"

The following phantom knife was destroyed by dust. Only a single sword captured all the knives that split and flew in.

"[Dagger Rain]"

The rain of the pouring knife also plays all the way through and pierces the ground of the arena. The blade of light, which stood like a bamboo shovel after the rain, swayed loosely and vanished.

"Oh......!

Is the audience's twirl against the Black Knight, who has shown unprecedented work, or against the man in the cape?

Knife approaching at sound speed. Swinging, orbiting knife. A knife that splits over and pours like rain. The skill to prevent any of that is definitely first-class.

An arm of a sword that just isn't inferior to the players who competed in the main race. The audience's expectations rise in response to the strength of the revealed cape figure.

Wouldn't this see more fights than the semifinals? Wouldn't this one be more interesting than a passing ritual battle that was, in a way, boring? To the hunch of a fierce battle, the spectators sparkle their eyes.

Black Knight, are you in danger!? Behind their brains, when the word came - Guitar was laughing all alone, under his helmet.

"Huh!?

Moments later, the cape figure was engulfed in flames. The intruder, not sure if it was him or her, was instantly swallowed by flames and smoke.

"How's my special, incendiary grenade taste?

A quarter of the rings, about a hundred meters radius, were stained red with red lotus flames.

This is your strategy. All the knives he threw were blind. Fate was a cylindrical bomb that rolled down the ground in the rain of a blade of light.

Instead of killing people with shocks or splashed fragments, bombs that burn down enemies with burning flames. The range of incendiary grenades created by mixing Salamander's tooth powder with Firedrake's flame fluid is unusual.

The bomb, which would otherwise be used for the demonic 'herd', was used on one individual. The audience sifted scared by the lack of forgiveness of the Black Knight.

"No, it's a well spread flame, but it's thin for that matter. Compared to a sticky flame, it's rusty."

Saying that in the guest seat was Kaufman, who lost the battle earlier. Killing sitting next to you, too,

It's not gonna work for me.

And I was in Australian.

Now that the flames and smoke are clear, the man in the cape stands there unchanged. He stands on two legs, scorching his thick cloak black, but without shaking. If you keep an eye on it, it was clear to everyone that there was no damage.

But you are not upset. He set his opponent on fire, not to make a decision. What he really wanted to do was strip the cape of his enemies.

"Come on, show me who you are."

A slice of a cloak that blurts, peels off and falls off, as if it had been inspired by that word. The aftermath of the collapse is all over the body and the cloak that wraps the mysterious figure is now trying to unravel in pieces.

It was the man, the woman, the warrior, the sorcerer who would show up from there, and you were going to think of a response. I carry a sword, but I can also think of a magical swordsman. Conversely, if you are a pure warrior, it is dangerous to hit each other with a sword from the front.

In the first place, to read one foot at a time, you'd better see the line of your body. In that sense, the over-covered cloak was just a disturbing presence.

That's why your university has been thinking about making a thorough observation for a while, even if the last one collapses.

"... hmm? Ha ha!?

He was inadvertently riding himself out into the contents of the man in the cloak who appeared.

"White, Knight......!?

Full-faced helmet with protective feet and armor. Cage hands and shoulders are streamlined, as someone stroked them, and they are found to be made for the purpose of reciprocating rather than playing enemy attacks.

The tailoring itself is not so uncommon. The problem was that the armor and the helmet were dyed white, and that they were precious and melon.

"White Knight!

"It's the White Knight!

White and black. Two people who look exactly the same except for the color. It's an unusual continuation of the finals, but I could also say that was superb here.

What is the relationship between the White Knight and the Black Knight? Who's in there? Is the White Knight strong, too?

In a suspicious swirling Colosseum, the only thing that was moving resolutely was the white knight who took off his cape.

"Whoa!?

At one hair's length, Precious Dae played the White Knight's sword.

I was not approached so far because your university was flabbergasted. The steps of the White Knight were beyond your expectations.

If it's just speed, it's better than Kaufman, too. No, the strength from the short sword is also more than the mightiest knight. Grand Extraordinary, due to the weight and strength of the sword, which is also better than the recent shooting of "Killing Everyone," Guitar bounced off the scene reflexively.

"Whoa!?

Guitar saw it. Where he was until a moment ago, he was taken.

The slaughter, arguing to paint the Three Sundays and Moons, also tore the ground on which you stood, leaving deep claw marks. The dirt and sand have barely risen, even though they say they were worn in a linear fashion. It was such a sharp slaughter and a flash so fast.

I've never seen a sword like this since you came to Earth.

(No, only once......!?

As he judges the impending attack of the White Knight, Guitar digs up his memory.

(I've seen it. Not once. If you've seen it, many times. I only took it once. I only got that sword once!

In accelerated thinking, Noble University inflated a certain hunch.

No way, and I see, the thought bumps into each other in your greatness. Guitar continues to hold his chest and think as he slams the blade that strikes him.

If it was the White Knight who created that grid, it was also the White Knight who dissolved it.

"[Dragon Fang]"

A voice twitched by a helmet that covers his head and still sounds clear.

Immediately after, rolled out, rough upper and lower bunk slaughter. Like Agate the Dragon, the imminent blow of chewing down his prey was the answer he showed you.

"Len......!

Guitar raised his voice like a scream as he was bounced off his shoulder by the slaughter.

That voice, as if it had pushed him to death, contained thoughts of joy, sadness, amazement, disgust, and panacea.

"Hey, Ren, it's me! Precious!

A noble man pointing to his own face and calling on his best friend.

A few months ago, a voice appeared beneath me and spoke to a childhood tame who had left. The White Knight does not react in any way to a desperate voice without cutting so much as to seem to cry out.

With only a few moments to stop the movement, the White Knight soon waves up his sword again, approaching the great. From that move, I didn't feel any concern for my friends, but rather seemed to be overflowing with joy in the battle.

"Again!

Guitar strikes a white knight and raises his mourning voice.

Even a few months ago, it was exactly the same situation. My best friend, who appeared unexpectedly, is slaughtered with joy and courage. Fight, try to kill each other, approach yourself.

You still don't know why that happened. I didn't even know who had done that, or where Lotus Next came from and left me.

But compared to that time, there was only one thing that was clearly different.

That's determination. Next time Lotus Next shows up, I'm determined to tie it up but listen to the circumstances. I'll do everything I can to talk to you, not kill you. Because that's what I had decided, your recovery was quick.

"[Boost]!

Hit the striking white knight with acceleration on the reverse, Precious. A straight kick into the counter flavor bounced the white knight's body wide and retracted.

In that gap, you put the short sword in the sheath. As he stretched his spine straight, he reflected an item field in his vision.

"I mean it. I'm gonna hurt you not to run, so get ready."

Just thinking manipulates the item field, and Guitar switches gear.

Throw away short swords unfamiliar with your hands, take off heavy armor, and eliminate armoured versions that dull your movements.

Instead, it is the most powerful piece of equipment ever collected by Noble University on its adventures. It was a first-class weapon and armor collected and smelled at Another World Online.

"Ooh......!?

"The Black Knight took off his armor...!

A person said to be an unidentified black knight took off his armor in front of the crowd.

What showed up was a tight long skinny body. One man, dressed in black to suit his body. The jacket, rocking in the wind, was in the summer sun and made the beholder feel cool.

Holding it in its hand is a red and black knife wet in blood. Wrap your legs around, martial arts boots. In a dewy head, sweat-wet black hair glows, and on its face -.

"Masked, Beautiful Man"

Ho, and someone exhaled.

The black knight's face, only his face, was hidden with a rugged black mask. To the mystery of only one thing left, the woman whispered her chest, and the man was also attracted to wonder.

That's the word that came out, the beauty of the mask. Not so long ago, the "original equipment" worn by your university and the mask to hide who you are were.

We're moving.

I want to see some more. I want to keep the masked man burned in my eyes.

The wishes of those audiences were also vain, and the Black Knight disappeared from the spot - no, he ran through the Colosseum with all his might.

When I hear the waking, tall metal noise, the audience turns back to me. Seeing, the caged hand of the white knight, who was in the center of the ring, was bounced off the clasp and danced high into the universe.

By the time it reached the ground, many people had finally learned that the Black Knight was moving. Instead of disappearing, he moved at an unstoppable speed in his eyes and realized he had made a blow to the White Knight.

"Uhm."

The players in the guest room roared unexpectedly.

The Black Knight, who thought he was fast, still had his leeway. I lost my word on whether it would be faster this far if I removed every element that inhibited his speed.

I can barely follow you with my eyes where I can see the whole ring, but if I stood in that place, would I have been able to handle it? There was a sweat on Kaufman's forehead, and Killing swallowed up even his strength.

"Eat it! [Thunder Blitz]!

This would be exactly what an electric moment is. Take off your armor, consolidate your resolve, and eliminate any hesitation your great battle.

The audience can't catch up with the nobility of moving like thunder and tapping into the soles of palms wrapped in electricity. Their sight just shows, sometimes, black remnants. By then your greatness was fast and there were no gaps.

"Ha ha!!

But the white knight who could follow the movement was also beyond the common sense of the audience.

He knocks, plays, slashes away, strikes at speeds, and strikes back.

Explode every ground. It produces a sickle with a sword that rips the sky apart. He sweeps away a wide range with an aura that stretches long from his body, causing a storm of slaughter with overlapping trajectories on the sword's trajectory.

A man turned into a black breeze for a while and a knight who does all he can to destroy like a mad giant. To the paranormal battle between the two, the audience remained frightened and did not even raise their voices.

"Don't do it the same way, Ren. But it's still from here."

Knocked against the wall and broken the bones and ribs of his arms, the noble man pulled out a vial of potion from his belt and broke the seal. Then the arm, which was hanging sloppily, lifted naturally, and the bone joined with the bone.

From the opposing white knight's body, a warm white aura rose, blocking cuts and stab wounds. And they cut together, as if nothing had happened, bumping into each other over and over again.

When people even begin to remember fear in a battle beyond people's knowledge, a turning point comes in the battle.

The white knight twisted his body and showed him his unprecedented demeanor. A special mood that emits at the same time and a glowing long sword blade. It was clear to everyone's eyes that the White Knight had entered the battle.

At the same time, the Black Knight showed new moves. It emits a black aura from your body and makes the red blade gleam. I responded to the White Knight's movements. Because this must be a special blow, too. For the first time here, the audience swallowed the twigs that had accumulated in their mouths.

"Let's go OOOOOOOO!!!!

The Black Knight barked, and the White Knight added more strength to his hand with the sword.

And during the moment, they bumped into each other directly from the front!

- As a result, the Black Knight was torso amputated.

"... be stupid!

The body of a black knight who bleeds out and falls to the ground with stiffness. Kaufman raised his bittersweet voice when he saw the wretched look of disappearing in the light.

There is no reason for an assassin to beat an equal number of warriors head-on. He conjured up the foolishness of the Black Knight that he should have known even in the battle against himself.

"Did you rush to win or were you spared...... shame"

Thinking of it, Killing thought so too when he was himself.

I guess there was still room and alarm for as many warriors as the Black Knight to get into their own measures cheaply. Killing threw up his knob and threw it away when he lost because he couldn't throw it off to the end.

It is as regrettable as it is about you that a strong man who lays down himself loses. This was especially true for the two of them with vessels just to acknowledge their opponents, and the defeat of the Black Knight was a very painful one.

Kaufman and Killing, who just glance at him when he can't stand it. But just before I erased the place where the Black Knight was from my sight - I felt one discomfort.

The winner, the White Knight, why doesn't he move?

A white knight who solidifies himself with his sword still shaking off. It's too long to say aftertaste or remnants. Rigidly, eventually other audiences make noise.

No way - the battle isn't over yet?

When the hunch turned the audience's head, the black shadow rose from the ground like a palm flame.

"He's a black knight. Ahhhhh!!!!

For the first time here, the audience raised their voices with excitement.

Since the battle between the White Knight and the Black Knight began, those who had been quiet as if they had forgotten the words raised their voices as if they were in a mere resurrection.

"Black Knight! Black Knight! Black Knight! Black Knight!

Black knight call to be summoned. On the rhythm of the exploding sound, Nobita approaches the White Knight one step, one more step.

"Len's sword was faster this time. You trained, didn't you? I couldn't see the thickness."

A crimson knife was still gripped in the hands of the noble man speaking intimately, and it was still directed at the white knight.

"But I was practicing, too. An instantaneous combination of [Mirage] and [Invisible] and [Shadow Walk]. It was the splinter who turned to you. [M] I disappeared and snuck up."

"You wouldn't have seen it," he laughed, putting the knife horizontally. Still, the White Knight kept his sword swept out on the side, not making it slight.

"With the last gap, I used [shadow stitching]. Somebody touch it, or you won't be able to move until after ten seconds."

If you rinse, you will face the White Knight at his feet. The ground lit by the midsummer sun clearly reflected the black shadow of the white knight, with one knife pierced as if to stop sewing it.

Guitar confirmed it and laughed again under the mask.

"The next five seconds. Let me talk to you later."

In the time left, Guitar, who conveyed only one word, slowly penetrated the knife into the heart of the white knight.

"... kahu"

Blood overflowed from the hem of his helmet, and the White Knight let go of his sword.

And he fell into the great without strength, and his body was supported by him.

"Really, I wonder why we have to fight. I wonder why..."

Precious man holding his best friend and laughing powerlessly. He had no joy of victory, no fire of battle, nothing.

All there is is is vanity. The voidness that played Dead Fight with his best friend was weighing his body like lead.

Still, I had something to gain. My best friend, who left a mystery and disappeared, showed up again.

Now I can hear everything I want to hear. If you're losing your mind, I can find a way to undo it. In the slightest glimpse of hope, Guitar laughed again. And before being wrapped up in metastatic light, I slapped my best friend in the head like a fool.

Then he made a piecemeal noise and the White Knight armor collapsed!

The clasp must have been damaged by the aftermath of the fierce fight. Soon after your greatness stopped, all armor and caged hands spilled out of the White Knight's body.

It's my dark hair that's dewy. Black eyes, just like yours. The tight bodies, but with soft double hills, even the buttocks that you held and supported in their hands, were cuddly tight and still soft.

Definitely! This is someone I know so well! Long dark hair, beauty of Reishi. Charisma that doesn't attract all the people to the perfect style. If you add dragon-like wings and tails there, up to the horns, this is for sure already.

I'm being an adult, but this must be a router! That's what you decided.

"Why?!?

Guitar blew away her annoying feelings in an instant, putting a scratch all over her dragon daughter, who was snuggling her eyes out in her own chest.

"That was awesome, Takahiro. After all, you are the only one I can connect with..."

With a hole in his chest and blood overflowing from the edge of his mouth, Routou kisses the mask of greatness and relaxes himself into the metastatic light.

"I'm satisfied..."

"Hey, wait, wait!? You have so much to ask and say!!

A noble man who shakes his lutoo body when he is discouraged and tries to retain it somehow. But the lutoo had metastasized, and its hands only vainly danced the universe.

"It's settled! The winner is the Black Knight no no no no no no no no no no!!!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

"Ahhh!? Ahhhh...... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The grieving cry of your grandeur has been cancelled by a cheer honoring the winner.

"Why were you hiding who you were!

"What, Takahiro is strong, but sweet. In my opponent, who is so drowning that it doesn't hurt to put it in his eyes, I thought it was too serious."

"What is that armor...!

"Um! Actually, I'm ashamed to say, I was interested in something called 'Peiru'. I've been secretly flirting, but I haven't had a chance. I was delighted to unveil you on such a big stage!

"Len, I would have called you! If not, tell me not!

"In the first place, what is' Len '? Food or something?

"Guh! Ha!

Precious man slamming firmly against the table. The white one-piece girl licks the lemon-flavoured gelato as she stares at him with love.

This is Waldan, a port town northwest of Stols. After the tournament, Guitar, who escaped with the winning prize and the route, visited the city thinking about taking the boat back to Easwind.

If you get on the latest type of demon guidance engine ship that travels to glide over the water, it won't take you a week to reach Gran Feria. For that matter, Guitar decided to make things easier because the price would be tight, but there was nothing ordinary people could not afford.

Something tells me he was exhausted. The trip was put on the Ferdinand family's dragon cage, and for that reason, he continued to take François' father's gaze. He managed to escape the inn and return on his own, and what he went to was a qualifying venue for the tournament where countless muscles could wait.

After all that hard work, we had such a heated battle in the main election. Guitar was physically and mentally exhausted and full of molluscs.

"Don't imitate the confusion... if you hadn't come out, you could have won at your leisure"

"It's bad tacahiros that don't feed the fish they catch. You're ignoring my approach, so you know this is what happened."

"Ok...... I'll be careful next time -"

"Um, that's it. I love you, Takahiro."

On the open terrace by the sea, noble to reply carelessly, without even touching the lemonade you ordered.

Staring at him cut all over the place, Luttoo smiled pathetically.