The center of the magic formation depicted on the floor of the auditorium.
Little knights keep fighting each other.
A ponytail that fits into a mock cockpit outside the magic regiment, its appearance is impatient.
I don't see room or anything. I guess I'm putting everything I have into this fight.
Put your sword on the upper stage and wave it down.
The moment I set up, I can make a big gap from my chest to my belly, but with the speed and power of the swing down, I'm bouncing back the tip of my sword poking at me.
The way that attack fought sideways suited the fiery, struggling ponytail well.
(It's time for the former pilot to get serious)
Do you call it a sign, I feel it.
When I feel my gaze and move my eyes to the side, I have the guild length and my eyes.
(Same idea)
I nod back small.
The guild leader also seemed to have something to touch his senses.
Soon it will be a genuine, power and power bump.
Calculate in your head if the ponytail can push through to the end with the damage you've earned so far.
(Slightly harsh)
Such a result is derived, and I frown.
Ponytail is only a short distance ahead. If the former pilot starts to walk for real, he's likely to get screwed in front of the goal line.
I accidentally distort one of my cheeks.
I want you to win a ponytail prize over that disgusting former pilot.
(Mmm!)
At that time, the former pilot's manipulative golem knight stood on the lower level and began to lift the tip of the sword directly from the bottom to the top while drawing a semicircle.
"Something's coming!
I scream utterly pointless commentary.
At the next moment, the ball of boring sounded as heavy and fierce as it bumped into each other, blowing the integrated golem knight off-site.
"Until then!
The referee declares.
Me and the guild chief were staring at that.
"This is..."
"That's right..."
The two of us don't have a voice in a situation we don't expect.
After a few blanks, I squeezed my voice out with my thoughts.
"... nothing, you didn't come"
Guild lengths also snort heavily.
"In the end, I stopped choreographing amateur smells."
Blown up was the former pilot's golem knight. He was flying out of the magic formation as it were and he was incapacitated without passing on his magic.
(Well here, I guess we should praise the resoluteness of ponytail)
A knight of a former pilot who took an evocative stance. Even if I see it, I won't do anything to solidify my protection and see how it goes.
Conversely, he determined it to be the opponent's gap, plunged all remaining magic into the propulsion force, and stormed it with a vernier activation.
(Say a quick toss, say a toss or eight)
It is never a safety measure. It seemed like how ponytail could make that decision instantly.
Because of that, you've beaten me so many times on the bed.
I bet everything on one side, so when I fail, I'm going to strip my white eyes and keep blowing the tide like a whale. Besides, it's a familiar sight to me because I'm easily hooked on inviting you.
"Holy crap. Say unexpected or as expected"
The guild length, on the other hand, is looking down and shaking his head.
From what I can tell, I can't believe I hired that. As the person I was hiring, I'd feel bad about it.
I stand up to be polite, ignore such a guild leader, and applaud the winner.
Ponytail, as you can see, did not stand in the mock cockpit. I am so sweaty that I can tell from here.
I guess I really did everything I could.
(Congrats)
I blessed from the bottom of my heart and began to strike my hands together.
"Objection!
There, a loud voice breaks the applause of the venue.
(What?)
If I turned my face to the voiced, there was a pilot costume man who rose from the mock cockpit, pointing to the ponytail and shouting at the referee.
(Objection? Where's the objection in the current battle?)
I don't know. If you looked to the side for your opinion, the guild leader remained facing down.
I can't believe you're not hearing me right now. Also, you can't possibly be overheard by the guild chief as to whose voice.
But the figure is, 'Huh? I can't hear anything' makes me feel strong.
I had no choice, so I listened to the words of my former pilot.
"Look! Take that woman. Can't you already get up? Then fight the next game."
At the tip of the finger given, the ponytail remains sinking in the cockpit. He is opening his mouth round and breathing rough repeatedly.
"That woman threw away her next battle! A true pilot always strives to win. Those with the downright idea that if you win this game, you can throw it away next time, etc. don't deserve a pilot!
And look around with your kime face.
It's a look that doesn't question your correctness and asks for your consent.
I turn away so I never turn a blind eye.
Then from next door, I heard a deep sigh.
"Guild leader. I'm not sure what he's talking about."
I have a faint voice that says, "Oh, yeah."
"I don't know yet."
That's what I said, sinking down more and more.
(Is this why)
When I became a knight pilot, I was welcomed in the Merchant Alliance.
He has been so enthusiastic since he had no track record.
Honestly, I also wondered, but the question was iced away. Whatever the comparison is to be made, so will it.
(Guys, it's been tough.)
I think of the faces of deputy guild chiefs and herbivores, and I feel deeply sympathetic.
(Oh?)
From my former pilot, the anger echoes.
Apparently, the staff moved to eliminate them from the venue.
"You! You don't know what the Knights are doing!
I am calling out aloud to the instructors who are out of the Knights.
To be grabbed all over the place and razed to shake it off each time, the courtesy clothes were squeaky, and the ornament "Shigeru" was chopped a thousand times.
Naturally, by the way, we don't override the judgment of battle. Within the fourth position of the ponytail is definitive.
A chunk of the man with the former pilot at his core moved out of the auditorium in a loud noise.
(Jeez)
When I sit back deep in the chair, I receive two drinks carried to the invitees and offer them to the Alliance Commander.
The smell of coffee has calmed my mind, and the Alliance Commander was resurrected before my hands got tired.
"My heart, I guess"
I don't know what to say, that's the only word that comes to mind.
The guild chief just nodded as he rinsed the coffee making noise.
I'll change the subject to get rid of this atmosphere.
"Sounds like the semifinals will start soon."
Combined with an old adventurer guild pilot and braided tits super big tits. It was also an old adventurer guild pilot and ponytail.
The game begins with braided tits super big tits.
(This is pretty good)
I roar when I see the old Pilot of the Adventurer Alliance fight.
There was cunning and stickiness, not found in the young people enrolled in the pilots' school.
(Should be the same standard knight, but the adventurer old man is bigger and looks heavier on it)
The experience I've had fighting many warcraft, I guess that makes the difference.
As I watch the battle, my imagination makes each knight overlap with braided tits super big tits and adventurous old men.
(Uhm)
It made a strong sweaty smell of a man platter of gutty old men looking sticky hunting down a super-breasted girl in uniform.
"Ahhh."
The screams of braided tits super huge.
Her knight is stuck and bent on her knees.
But in my brain theater, an old man who pushed down a high school girl in the park at night said, 'Grow up!' And there was footage of him yelling and punching.
Braided tits super big tits with swollen cheeks and blood from the edge of her mouth and a look of fear. The old man of the adventurer went on a horseback ride with a proud look on his face and hung his hairy hands on the collar of his clothes--
"That's it!
Looks like the game is over.
The result is an old adventurer's win.
By the way, Braided Big Super Big Tits has no bleeding at all in person, although there are strike marks on the knight.
I don't have the level of magic manipulation to share pain with knights like I do, so I certainly don't have pain.
The footage just now is only my delusion.
Return to reality, exhaling gently.
(You can expect the next game.)
Looking next door, the guild leader had the same look as me.
The moment I had my eyes, I understood. That we were looking at the exact same world. They were in the same theater. Probably seats must have been close too.
That's my boss. Hobbies, hobbies, and sensibilities are similar.
"Looking forward to the next one."
We found a new way to enjoy watching the game, and we nodded and waited for the next game with anticipation.
Once in the toilet, return to your seat.
The game seems to start soon.
The VIP seats are also reserved for the toilet, so you don't have to make a large queue like the general seats, so you can watch the game without stress.
(I hope it's a special treatment)
First class for planes, s seats in theaters and stadiums, or VIP seats where I am now. It feels really good to be treated only yourself while you're in the same place as everyone else.
(I also think I know how to pay extra. privileged class or don't feel aristocratic)
With that in mind, an old Adventurer Alliance pilot and ponytail came in.
Battle between an old man over forty stinking standing gutty and a mid teenage girl who seems keen to watch. The Alliance Commander and I exchanged our gazes and nodded again.
(Still no room for ponytail)
The adventurer's old knight is advancing at the same time as the game begins, hounding the ponytail knight to the edge of the magic formation.
And now he's holding his sword with both hands and beating it very rarely.
Ponytail can only put a great sword instead of a shield. Only the one-sided blow of the adventurer's old man continues.
I have a complete battle already, but there is a strong light in Ponytail's eyes that is willing to 'not give up'.
As a result, the referee had not yet been able to declare the end of the match.
(That's a ponytail)
I swallow saliva. Similar signs came from the neighbor's seat.
The Knight of the Ponytail continued to stick, but he finally reaches his limit.
The knight of the adventurer's old man, who perceived it, gives his sword over his head at once, weighs it down and waves it down as far as his power can.
The knight of the ponytail couldn't resist the slaughter and blew backwards, going outside the magic formation.
(Are you crying...?
If you look at the mock cockpit outside the magic regiment, a ponytail with a remorseful expression is hoarding your tears all over it.
Me and the guild chief just couldn't help but breathe.
"Until then!
The voice of the referee sounds, and the adventurer's old man naturally gestures, Ponytail trembles at his emotions, each after the venue.
After I dropped him off afterwards, me and the guild leader made him look at me.
"That was amazing."
"Not at all. That horsehair lady is amazing."
Nod, share your thoughts.
Apart from the reality games we played in front of us, the two of us watched a different story in the theater in each brain.
What is that story?
First of all, an old man smelling like a dog barking just coming up suddenly hits a ponytail.
The attentive ponytail resists, but it can't resist the fat surviving gutty old man either.
Remaining in a rolling inferiority, the old man releases a flat slap on the ponytail.
Paan, the sound of paan and slapping flat hands continues to sound, taking away the resistance of ponytail every dozen of them.
But ponytails don't get scared or give up like braided tits. Strong anger and disgust in its eyes, with disdain for it, stare at the old man.
The gaze lit the old man's beast lust and burned him up hard. The old man, who became a lump of desire, growled loudly and slammed a blow all over his body at a ponytail that was never ready.
With the scream, the ponytail is forced to take a force assault on itself.
But his heart is not broken yet, and tears overflow in remorse.
The old man's successful but dirty ass keeps moving skillfully, only the sound of a low intermittent whimper spreads around him.
That was the thing.
(Sniffles)
Those words come to my mind.
"Hmm. I still can't resist conquering a woman with strength."
The guild leader begins his narrative with enthusiasm.
I'm so worried that I might turn into Grandpa Goblin for so much passion.
"Yep. And I won't give up if the battle is decided"
But I give my consent, worried.
"That look of remorse, when the declaration of the end of the game was made, is wonderful. I'm so freaked out."
You must have remembered, the guild leader also repeated, 'I can't, I can't'.
That's the delicacy, ponytail.
That teethy act works great for both of us in the brain theater. As much as I would like to send a starring actress award in gratitude.
"Is it the final that's left?"
To my word, the guild leader drops a little shoulder.
"Miss Horse Hair or Miss Oppa, I would have enjoyed it a little more if one of you had stayed."
Unfortunately, the final is a battle between the old pilots of the Adventurer Alliance.
You may not like it, but neither I nor the Alliance Leader have that attribute.
"None of this is my job. We have to see it through to the end."
We sat back in the chair again to see the last game of the extraordinary practice exam.
Slightly more than an hour passed and the game was all over.
And now, in the auditorium, where a heated battle took place until earlier, there is an awards ceremony.
The winner is the old man in the Adventurer Alliance. And the semi-finalist is also the old man of the Adventurer Alliance.
I'm not the same person. I just don't distinguish.
The final was a game of Xuan preference, played by such two old men with four disappointments.
"I'm bored that there's no hua, but it's just hua now."
What the Alliance Commander says is a third-place decisive match.
In fact, before the final, there was a match between Ponytail and Braided Big Tits.
The battle between the two, almost out of magic, becomes a catfight, with braided tits super big picking up the win.
The ponytail was too sticky in the previous battle and seemed even less magical than the braided tits super boobs.
"After all, a beautiful girl and a hairy old man like a beast so energetic that it stinks to stand. You need these two."
To my word, the Guild Commander agrees time and time again.
"It's the contrast that makes the colors visible."
Now, braided tits super big tits were the result of third place and ponytail fourth place, but since joining the Knights training, that ranking makes no sense.
Just because you can participate in training within the fourth place, whether or not you will be hired will be a start from the horizontal front again.
(That's your face that I know)
On the podium, I see them squeezing their faces with joy, and I realize that.
They would know much better about such things. The same goes for the old men in the Adventurers Guild.
I don't speak directly. Neither would they want that.
I sent words of blessing and encouragement only in my heart.