My head hurts. But I can see, I can move.
A strange feeling that you can feel the time difference between your thoughts being reflected in your actions.
I can tell that the time difference is getting narrower and narrower.
Yeah, I understood that this must be the situation where 'the ball stopped and I saw it', 'I got in the zone' and so a leading sportsman would talk about it.
Forced, a move that forcefully goes there with the power of witchcraft. Literally irregular.
But I did manage to cross with her.
"... Really, that's amazing"
"... oh"
"... that sounds spicy"
"... oh"
There's still room for concern, Vio.
Stick out the fist that was struck, just like a small hand punch.
Her weapon will be crushed.
If it's just the quality of the weapon, you can't lose. It's embarrassing, but that's all I can be proud of right now.
The kick will fly right away.
In this slow flowing time, the slightest deviation from the upper body is caused by that blow, which still feels fast.
Disrupt the back leg with a sword.
"Huh!"
Light mouth disappears.
Put your body about to fall back on the ground with only one arm on the ground, like a crooked artist, and get back at a distance.
Are you going to let me go? Ripple feet, no, not enough feed, it's not just a move.
"Huh!?
"It's late!"
The fact that your body doesn't shake can also have the effect of making it difficult for your opponent to understand movement when your legs are small.
There will be only a slight delay until we notice this approach.
It becomes a deadly gap in stretched body feel time.
"Phew."
Fastest moves. Poke.
Like the pulling surface, over and over again to ensure the fastest blow away from the opponent, a hole is only in the garden tree, releasing a practiced blow until the skin of your hand peels off.
He broke his opponent's small hand, but was born with it. He slipped through the gap between his hands and cut his way down to his throat.
Oh... finally, it arrived...
"Brilliant... my last blow now... I didn't see it"
I saw his last attack.
Even with my eyes, I couldn't catch his dazzling blow.
Maybe that was because of the rubble of light, or because of the power of the Holy Sword.
But surely, at that moment, Ren, your blow was definitely going over me.
"... don't cry, all three of us. Pick him up quickly."
"Wow, he's curious!
My three daughters are in a hurry to escort me to the holding room.
The audience watching the battle, no one speaks up.
I was losing my word. to that too spectacular battle. And - to his scatter.
"You were strong, Len."
"Oh, I honestly didn't think I'd get this far"
"... but it didn't reach Mr. Vio for another step"
"... that speed of reaction is already on my tongue."
The blow to my throat was invisible to me until the end.
But at the end of that blow, he solidified with his sword protruding, and Vio tilted his neck so much that the bone in his neck would break, avoiding a direct hit at the critical point.
But the neck, which was undoubtedly mutilated, avoiding direct strikes, would mean bleeding to death if the scene were a real battlefield.
This game, many times until it came to a settlement, she had the chance to defeat you, Len, to reap your life.
But the result is the result. If this is a normal battlefield, it was Vio who was dead.
And... the result is the result. More than this place isn't a real battlefield, so is the winner, Vio.
She still holds her neck with her hands and doesn't make it faint with a trick that stops the blood that can't possibly flow.
She was spared instant death. That's just losing strength in this field.
And with her remaining power, she unleashed a blow to your belly from the inner gong system, which she had shown before and boasted tremendous destructive power.
But on the other hand, if this were a real battlefield... she wouldn't have stood there right now, even if she was spared instant death.
"... she'd better pick you up, too"
I got up on my own and slowly headed to the holding room.
Heading to the holding room on Vio's side, she was back, sitting blurry on the bench with her hands touching her neck.
I notice this presence, pay my hand to fix it, and smile in a disgusting manner.
"Brother, you're here, aren't you? What do you say? I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, this time
"No, it's a big deal. You didn't show me how to kick my ass."
"It's a secret weapon, a secret weapon. By the way, be prepared for about two more secret weapons, brother."
She shuddered so laughingly with Kerakera. No, maybe it's an out-of-the-box fact.
But still, I find it slightly uncomfortable, somewhere stronger, feeling just a little less' seemingly 'than my usual girlfriend.
"... you were strong, he"
"Hmm? Well, there you go. But in the end, I win. There were some occasions when I was a little jerked off. I knew it wasn't good to play too much."
The discomfort is only slightly greater.
I'm sure you do. She knows it herself. Who was the winner in the true sense of that battle?
You can't, you have to be strong.
But, well, you won't need words of comfort.
It's not even like that.
"… so, being a 'winner', you just wait for the finalists to decide"
"... Honey, your brother is mean"
"It's often said. So, what are you going to do? You think you can beat Lace with all that guts?
"You've been buying that sister for a long time."
Just a little, the discomfort fades. To the eyes, strength returns.
That's fine, what's the deal with Reyce's finals going to be like that, and the guy who put you down going to be like that?
"... ha. Enough. No, I think I found out. Honestly, I felt bad about my immaturity. That's right, practically. I lost the game earlier. Definitely throat slit, good and conflicting"
"Ha, I knew you would"
"The truth is, I thought I'd keep abstaining. There is no good reason for the dead to keep fighting. But... your brother won't admit it, he came here to stop it. No?"
"... I'm going to raise a circle of flowers to your guess."
Before, imitate the complaint someone told you and tell her.
Yeah, I can tell right away just from a guest seat like that.
Oddly enough, I don't like losing a lot either.
"True... I can't believe you lost to such a child. There was alarm, but I'm sure there was chronic."
"But in fact, because of the expansion, he was able to do all he could."
"Well. Ahhh... I'll continue to compete in the tournament before your brother finds out. I'm sorry, but revenge for your brother will be another opportunity. If I win, I'll go straight back to Sardis and work out again."
"No, because the winner is Reis in the first place"
Truth is, you're a shitty, confident man no matter where you go.
accompany her back to the official seat.
There's no more games going on today, and there's no reason for me to come back, but I'm not going home in silence in front of leaving Lue and Reyes and the others behind.
Returning to his seat, a human being who had been in the guest seat until earlier was beginning to follow the venue.
Everyone is definitely waving a hot valve about the battle earlier whether they are immersed in the aftermath of the game.
In the meantime, all together, starting with Laisrue, were waiting for us to return.
"Oh, welcome back, Kai-kun. And good luck, Vio."
"Welcome back, Mr. Vio. It was a great fight."
Words are spoken to honor and labor her victory.
Among other things, Dawson doesn't seem to be saying that it's the relationship he was betting on or that he still won't hold on to it.
And Leila, who seemed to be friends of the Old Knowledge, was also offering words of blessing.
"That, Ren, what about the three of your people? I wanted to brag about the victory."
"Just stop that. Am I gonna get mad, too?
"I'm kidding. But... I need to be sure to tell those three as well." Your people were strong enough. "
To the words, we smile together.
At least, Ren, you were admitted. Strong enough to scratch around this tournament, to this opponent in the realm of masters.
"So tomorrow's your sister's game? Honestly, the other swordsman won't have enough power, and I don't think there's any element to lose, but good luck."
"Yeah, I'll do my best. … wait in the final seat first"
"Heh heh, come here quickly, huh? Whatever you want, you can imitate me, okay?
The two stare at each other as they burn a covert fighting spirit.
But at this time, they forgot.
There's another player on the field.
"So... I'm in for it too... I'm the one who's gonna bump into Mr. Reyes if I keep this up..."
Live hard, Dawson.
As they tried to leave the venue behind, Reyce and Dawson were stopped by the man at the reception.
Everything, you think you're speaking out to all the players who still win?
Following the staff with the permission of his companion, he was to head to the former royal palace, a little further from the venue.
"Well, there's only an Oink office around here."
"Really?
"How does Kai know... no, I'm not surprised anymore..."
"Well, the face is round and wide."
By the way, Lue and Vio left a message. Or they followed me to the stall.
Anything, you think the example pancake shop is opening with an eye on the number of people in this audience?
"We have brought in General Oink, contestants Lord Dawson and Lord Reyes, and accompanying Lord Kai"
"Please come in."
At the same time as the office door was opened, there was a fragrant scent coming from the indoors.
I see. Were you on a coffee break?
She quietly places the cup on the saucer with an elegant modus operandi as she sits on the chair.
Dawson, still fantasizing about the pig, was sighing and falling in love with the trick.
"Well, I didn't call you anything else. This is what I'm currently telling all the winning players - are you two willing to keep competing in the tournament?
That was a question that I'm going to ask you two once now to be ready.
Perhaps it is a precaution taken by the management of the Games against today's series of events.
I'm assuming that's the intention, which is somewhat better than being suddenly driving my plans crazy on the day.
In response to that inquiry, you two...
"Oh, Commander-in-Chief Oink. Um, what did the other players say?"
"I can't teach that until you two decide on an answer to make it fair."
"I see, so is that. Continue because there are no other players… it's not fair."
Reason for convincing. This is a tournament where you can also earn rewards from your guild with your final grades.
It's too impure in "Continuing because you're guaranteed a semi-finalist with no victory" etc.
"So, what's the answer for you two? You may find it somewhat unfair to hear them both at the same time."
"" I'm coming out. ""
Pork's concern was useless.
She has a full grin on that answer that came out at the same time.
I see you've already declared a few abstentions on that, haven't you?
Whispering, the number of games left has decreased, and I guess I was in trouble. in an entertainment income sense.
"Now we will also disclose the information. Tomorrow, only one game will be executed. It's only a match between Reyes and Van."
"Well, then my game..."
"Dawson has already decided to enter the semifinals. It's sad, but I checked today, and everyone but you and Van has abstained."
"... are you serious? Then I'll be at least third."
"That's what happens when you fight and win against Van."
"Ugh... right"
There's no way there's such a good story.
But, well, you came sooner than I thought.
Perhaps Dark Horse in the Games now. It is the appearance of an opponent who is expected to be breathing the late Arkham.
And I'm sure Oink himself has noticed that.
Proof of that, she had Dawson out of the room first because she and I had a secret story to tell.
Even with him, you want to tell your beloved wife and daughter about this in a hurry, so much so that you can hear him running down the hallway from outside the room.
And slowly Oink opens his mouth to the rest of us.
The contents...
"... Reis. The Alliance Commander-in-Chief gives life to you. Tomorrow's game, kill Van."