Kingdom and Empire, one city that exists in the form of being sandwiched between them. It is an urban state where many temples have been established and are therefore called 'sacred capitals'.
Busy with worshippers all year round, but this time of year is even more crowded. Because in the temple of the god of commerce, certain events were being carried out.
"Competing for Forged Flesh, Brushed Techniques, and Courage to the Chest"
It is also impossible that a game of men and women dedicated to God attracted people.
Now regarded as the head of the four grand slams, it was the most popular festival in the Holy City.
"Finally."
I'm nervous. I'm nervous.
A large circular hall in the centre of the temple. Six equally circular stages provided there.
Around that one, the audience exchanges words that reveal excitement. The reason is the players in the next game.
"The Queen Who Seeks Sin and Punishes"
Whether you agree or disagree, it's the woman that's attracting the most attention in the Games right now.
The Tournament II was played earlier. Even there, following the first battle, there has been an overwhelming victory.
Against, a regular without a doubter of strength.
"Shake the Sickle Death Size and Plow Your Life, Farmer of God"
It is Reaper. This one instantly killed World War II, too.
A female athlete who has lost consciousness while floating in the universe in the Great Sickle Death Size. The sight was giving war to the beholder.
'From this, we will have a third round. Queen B!
Announcement at the microphone, by the cleric in presence. When I hear it, there will be a great cheer from those around me.
"Here he comes!
What emerged from the stage sleeve was a young woman with a luxurious figure.
Only black leather knee boots and a crimson butterfly mask are worn together. You could call it almost naked.
"A queen!
On the right hand side, a black leather bull chase whip (bull whip) bound in a circle.
Wrapped around his left thigh was a black leather holder. Inserted are two red and black candles.
Paan!
A skin-knitted bullwhip shaken in the universe to intimidate the audience. The tip of the whip crosses the speed of sound and makes a sharp burst sound.
"Ugh!
To go with that, a delightful scream coming up from the audience. Crapping with whips already is a promise at the time of appearance.
"Whoa."
Once again, the audience goes on and on.
From the thigh holder, the plain child king pulled out the candle with his left hand. When I twirled it, I gave it back to the holder.
There's no point in this. It's just performance.
"Imperial Man A!
The next thing that emerged from the reverse sleeve was a tall cat-backed man.
Skinny but forged, his rounded back makes him imagine a cat animal.
Covered cheeks and under-eye neighborhoods, with dark eyes, had created a vicious phase, giving the beholder an ominous impression.
"Still awesome, the Great Sickle Death Size"
A gentleman with his hands on his chin, his face crooked and groaning.
"That's Death Sickle, I can't do that."
The lady next door held her mouth with both hands and nailed her eyes.
Against the almost naked plain child king? Reaper is also an appearance without a bathrobe.
And enough combat posture. The tip of the sickle was pointing upwards enough to pierce Mizo.
"Reapers are willing."
"Such a luxurious child will destroy you."
You're supposed to hear me, but the spare atmosphere doesn't disappear from the Plain Child King.
As long as she has this crimson butterfly mask, she can stay king of plain children, not plain children.
"Begin!"
A declaration is made and the game finally begins.
First a plain child king flashing a whip in the universe and sounding a shock wave. I look at Reaper, but I don't see him remembering his fear.
He arms himself with a relaxed expression and is Jen-royal. Call me, I was just showing you some room to say that.
"Are you skinny and patient? I'm gonna ring you up. Whoa!
On the side swing, a plain child king waving his arms wide.
The tip of the whip, which alternately strikes from left to right, hits hard on the shoulder, flank and thigh. But Reaper doesn't change one expression.
Look at that, the queen of butterfly masks with one lip.
"... Nice. Without that much bone, we won't be able to enjoy it."
At the same time as he finishes saying it, the plain child king draws out a horizontal eight letters in front of him.
The tip of the whip, rolled out of the beautiful form, circled the front of the reaper, the sides, like a creature and hit him in the back in a row.
Still, Reaper doesn't break his arm-wrapped posture. I'm just having a thin laugh in my mouth.
"Don't you dare! You sleep-deprived cat-back bastard!
I guess I got nervous. Beat the windstorm of pain even faster, and more intensely.
Seeing that in front of him, an exclamation leaked from the audience.
"... that's Reaper, it's not working"
To the whining of the young man, the old man next door nods with a translator's face.
"Again. I knew it, but you can't whip a toy like that."
King of plain children keeping his sides tight and swinging compactly. Behind the butterfly mask, cold sweat was starting to erupt.
(You're lying, will you stand for this?)
Fears gush over the feeling that you're dealing with a bronze statue.
(But this is all I have)
My defenses are significantly lower than those of other contestants. If you get caught, it will definitely be over.
That's why we have to avoid melee and keep attacking from afar.
"I'm blind. Hey, let's get that Sickle Death Size!
A vicious blade that allows you to break your consciousness in one swing. The Plain Child King sends a whip for it.
"The queen is out front!
A voice rises from the audience.
Until now, the King of Plain Children has not even moved a step. Finally, he stepped forward and made a big step forward.
From the stretched right hand, a whip that stretches further.
The torso of a whip swung down from the top hits the roots of the Great Sickle Death Size. I roll up my body and go.
(Ha ha)
Come here, that's right. Reaper changes his expression, too.
Even if the tightening of a single roll is weak, the force accumulates as the number of rolls increases. By the time it was packaged directly beneath the return, it had become so much pressure that people could not exert themselves.
"Whoa!
And finally a leaking voice.
The tip of the last-rolled whip slammed the tip of the Sickle Death Size.
(What accuracy)
A whip that is unwound and pulled back to the opponent's hand. I look at it with amazement.
demanding moves of high precision. They let it go and succeeded in the game.
(Competitive chest? No, that's not all. This was forged in action)
You can't wear it in mere repetitive exercises.
Remove it and you will receive a deadly counterattack. Under such unacceptable circumstances of sweetness, I guess I've come to accumulate experience.
(How many defeats did you make until you reached this zone?
What emerges with clear footage is the figure of a plain child king jumped into his nostalgia and pushed down.
The man takes up the whip and starts swinging hard.
(Forgiveness, etc.)
Pain in the whip should make it extremely aggressive. Even if you ask forgiveness along the way, they will never stop.
And amateur whips are no different than violence. That pain, which had no shards of tenderness, should not have been extraordinary.
(But she didn't give up and kept rising as a queen)
The result is now. I even think the indomitable spirit is honorable.
(Well, what to do)
The rest of us don't have to know, and we can't contain Reaper with a whip. With one step in, you can easily bring it in between melee fights.
In that case, the whip would not be usable, and the Great Sickle Death Size would cut off her consciousness.
(... but a shame)
Convince of victory. Though there is that, I didn't think I wanted to get it.
"Even if I lose, I want to enjoy this time now"
The feeling was growing in my heart.
(... while I'm at it, it's something unusual)
I shudder at myself in my heart and sigh heavily.
He only wanted to beat them, and he must have come alive. A few months ago, I wouldn't have thought of anything like this.
But not now. Something more valuable than victory, I found it in my life.
(Weakened? I guess so.)
Look at the opponent in front of you with a laugh of self-derision.
(Hmm?)
Behind the butterfly mask, in its eyes is the flame of anger. You must have taken Reaper's laugh as a mockery.
Yet another step, take it big and deep. And waved in a low position was a flash of horizontal giraffes crawling through the ground.
A whip strikes the floor like a snake.
(What's this move? This is the first time I've seen it)
I'm more than willing to avoid it originally. Stare with your arms together.
The whip is quite a bit more torso than at hand and comes into contact with the reaper's ankle. Around the reaper, the tip of the whip began circular motion.
(Ho, funny)
A full-body version of the move that hit the Sickle Death Size earlier. The whip rolls the reaper up from his feet.
Appearing a few seconds later, except for the Great Sickle Death Size, the figure of a reaper restrained in a whip from ankle to shoulder.
It was like a mummy, discovered in a ruin.
"Don't just stand there. Whoa!
The plain child king, who let go of the whip, kicks the mummy and rolls it on the floor.
And the great sickle Death Size, which turned upwards as she bent from between the whips, stared abominably.
"It wouldn't be dangerous to peel it out, would it? Put on the sheath!
With your left hand, pull the candle out of the thigh holder. And when I patted my right finger, my core burned up at once if it was magic.
The audience who saw it also burns.
"What are you gonna do? That woman."
The ignorant scream. In the meantime, Santa Claus' deputy guild chief was swallowing his breath.
(Black candle!
Two candles she was preparing. Red is low temperature for the general public, and the black I just took is room temperature.
If you take that wax, you can't get burned. If the opponent offers, it is an injury that could even disqualify him.
(Does Reaper already reach the realm?)
Only a master opponent who is happy with it on the contrary can use it.
That is how the eyes of the plain child king saw the reaper. He said he wasn't satisfied with cryogenic candles, didn't complain even with ambient candles, and was instead a delightful advanced.
(Rumor had it that I had opened my own shop for "Sin and Punishment," which I had heard. But no way, I didn't expect to work out this far on my own)
Many stores have adopted this play, and the Wangdu Pleasure Street is an incisive one. But to Landburn, "Sin and Punishment," there is only one of his shops.
Reapers shined even in such an unfavourable environment.
(Let's just say, you can't lose this one)
Even in the kingdom Hanayagi realm, it is superior in "Sin and Punishment". I was just acknowledging that, and the shock suffered by the deputy guild leader is enormous.
I swore to my heart that if I returned, I would have to train him.
"Wow!
"Make him stop. Whoa!
In the audience, the voices of protest and screams, male and female alike, rise continuously.
Drops of pottery and wax fall to the tip of the Great Sickle Death Size. A reaper who jumps up his body as a shrimp whilst raising a sad scream every time.
I couldn't stand it.
"Cahahahahahahaha!"
The laughter of the plain child king echoes. I remembered the great relief of being able to elicit a different reaction from the whip.
"Don't move! You can't coat it well."
King of plain children stepping on his belly with his feet and holding down his bouncing body with his weight.
And gradually shaped to go, the great chocolate banana.
(You'd feel good about this, wouldn't you?
How many times has it been reversed? Countless times the candles have been taken away and the Shizuku has been draped.
Remembering the days he kept screaming, the Plain Child King bit his lips.
(I know, the sweetness in that voice. Come on)
King of plain children placing a shortened candle on the tip of a banana.
It's an unstable place. But thanks to the uncut wax, it integrates with the banana.
"Yes, Candle Service, Termination"
Wait until it's on the verge of burning out and blow it out all at once like a birthday cake.
Reaper, staring at his own candle, leaked a breath of relief and satisfaction, relieving his body of tension.
(You're so superior you can't save me.)
The root of the coated banana. From there, there is a massive overflow of evidence of defeat.
Seeing it, the plain child king exhales. And I glanced at the cleric in my presence.
You must have noticed. The cleric nods and breathes heavily.
"Winner, Kingdom Girl B!
A declaration is made.
But no cheer spreads to the venue. It is just a disgruntled plague.
"You just stood there."
"Match? Dedication? What the hell is this?"
It would also be natural for words like that to come out.
Reaper with ranked single-digit power. That's what lost without a hand at all.
"You're kidding me! You're making fun of me!
It goes up over time, cursing at Reapers.
Last year, the game lost to the exploding bottom sister. Even though the results were the same, the development of a sweat grip on his hands gave him a big boost.
This year, however, he was only struck unilaterally.
"Death is over."
"It's not that fight."
To the stage, Reaper, still rolled. Some of the words thrown up aloud would have reached my ears.
But it never reached my heart. Although it was the expression that remained the same, he enjoyed the aftertaste in his dreams.
Meanwhile, Andale runs a pharmacist's shop in Wang Du. He was on another stage in the same venue, enjoying watching the game.
"Go! Lightning goo! It's a lightning sword!
Swing your right fist as you apply a cold ale with your left hand.
The cheering, naked, moustache young man had his hands behind his head and measured the timing back and forth with his mid back.
"Whoa! Gone!
Scream as you jump in. Lightning thrust into the woman from outside in time, leaving without allowing her to fight back.
Again, start rocking your hips back and forth with your mid hips.
"It's working, it's working!
It springs from the audience, wild and cheering.
I guess it's been repeated over and over, the other guy is finally standing.
Suddenly, the lightning scratches off. At the same time, the mood of tears rips the air in the venue.
"It's a lightning sword! Here he comes!
What followed was Andale and the other great cheers of the audience. It is a great boost to the arrival of the special moves we have been waiting for.
Lightning that seemed to step in too fast and disappear. Now he had already captured the woman and poked her up from the diagonal bottom.
"There's a battle! Winner, Nicea Cassia Country!
A raucous young beauty who collapses and falls with her big open legs on her back.
Let go of my body, but I guess it still won't fit. From the center, like a whale, he keeps jetting up again and again.
The audience stood up and shouted at him.
"Lightning! Lightning!
Turn your hips wide and wave a spike sword. A young man with a mustache who cuts Shizuku.
When a cleric puts one arm up, he responds to Cole with an unfamiliar smile.
"Oh, good. You wanted to see that fast poke."
Andale takes his seat with pleasure at the end of the game.
This bald-headed old man has been wondering since I saw him in a magazine.
"Laaitningwu, Soodow"
Put your hands on the back of your head and shake your hips when you tease. He's not the only one imitating it, he can see the same everywhere.
I guess the excitement doesn't cool off, it's a common sight after watching sports games.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Have dinner today, take a bath, then go to the stall."
Uhihihihi, and laughs happily.
Being the master of the mall, he is also an E-rank merchant. So you can see the game, and you can put it in the Temple Inland Shop.
(Uh, I need to think about souvenirs for everyone.)
Because he is a representative of Wangdu Shopping District, he is able to accommodate tickets to the tournament. I've also received donations from everyone, so it hardly hurts my stomach to think about souvenirs for a dime.
That's why I needed to be mindful of what I was buying.
(Well, okay, let's think about it after the finals tomorrow)
Andale speeds up his legs while wondering if he's going to make contact with the idol group.
I still didn't know that the blind potatoes were sold out on the last day.