Winter sunset is fast. Still the time before dinner, the night book is unloaded on the streets of the Wang capital, and the stars are beginning to shine in the sky.
Those who finish their work and walk to their homes. One carriage proceeding beside it.
The carriage stopped at the north end of downtown, in other words, off the south of the pleasure street, in front of a house built there.
"Thanks, I'll carry my stuff myself, I'll be fine."
Tell your lord, the young man with the moustache who gets out of the carriage. Lightning looks up at our almost ten-day home.
I go upstairs where my family lives and reach for the knob on the door. On the verge of his hand touching him, the door was opened from the inside.
"Welcome home, you"
A small woman in an apron, greeted with a smile. Lightning, while surprised, makes a gentle smile.
"How did you know that right now?
Wife answering while receiving coats and luggage. I heard the carriage arrive and said I saw the street through the window.
Convinced, Lightning heads to the living room and refreshes the toddler who hugs him.
The dinner the three of us then took was heartwarming, albeit not lavish.
"How'd it go? This tournament."
After putting the child to sleep, the couple's story. My wife asks as she puts the knob of cheese on the table and hands me a glass of distilled liquor with a splash of water.
"Well, it's been a horrible year."
Lightning spoke quietly after the two of us hit each other lightly in the glass.
Built in the heart of the Holy City, the temple of the God of Commerce.
Six circular stages, provided indoors. On that one sleeve, the lightning stands.
(A year after that)
Close your eyes with emotion as you watch the full audience. There's really been a lot going on since last year's divine game.
I got my wife back, I inherited the trail of the dojo, I became a knight pilot, and now I'm in the kingdom.
(It all started here. if we don't fight shamelessly against God)
Breathe quietly and repeat. Along the way, there was a call from a cleric present.
"Nicea Cassian National Man!
Take a hip-bath towel to the stage.
"Yikes! Lightning!"
An audience seat with a big gush and even a caller of fame. Look at that, Lightning, a little confused.
Nearly anonymous until last year and hasn't been in any games in a whole year. I didn't think it would be so popular to win the men's club.
"Let me see. Hey, three-step poke!
"Please to me too!
Answer the cheer of the gentleman and lady with a smile. I saw my next called opponent in the first war and understood my position.
(Are you being chased?)
a brown long-haired, colored and white woman. He is a regular A-level tournament and, from his former lightning, exists far above.
But the expression is tense and gives off a staring glance. This is the attitude of those who fight the superiors.
(Really, it's something that's changed in the past year)
Give her a compliment and take off your hip-bath towel. And Lightning is middle hipped and starts taking steps back and forth.
It is always the eyes of the opponent that the soaring Spike Sword targets.
"Begin!"
"Alle!"
Lightning's voice echoes with the priest's proclamation.
Decide on the groin of a white woman with such a step that it seems to be instantaneous travel. In an immediate backstep, he escaped a counterattack.
Looking at the hand of the woman cutting the sky, Lightning steps in again.
"Dullet!, Toala!
This time it won't stop with a single stab. Step in and out repeatedly as you circle around the white woman.
Her damage is rapidly increased with different angle punches being put in from left to right.
(Right here)
Lightning kept adding attacks while analyzing opponents. Discerning the weakest part of armor and deciding the battle is at your disposal.
The white woman would have been stunned. The lightning that disappeared from my sight appeared behind me the next moment.
"Come on!"
A white woman trying to look back while leaking a hurry groan. But before that, Lightning thrust her back with both hands.
She fell off her face on Matt and raised her ass high. That's where the Spike Sword is ruthlessly protruded.
"Lightning Sword!"
Lightning with both hands together at the back of his own head, looking up at the ceiling and rolling out three thrusts in one breath.
A brown long-haired, colored and white woman can't stand an exact steep attack. With the screaming, my body trembled tremendously.
"Until then! Battle Available"
Overwhelming victory and a lightning sword that showed off as expected. The audience is overjoyed.
"We're winning again this year. - Huh! Please, Lightningwu!
"Lightning! Lightning!
Fast forward march continues after that. In the fourth round, which gathered everyone's ears and eyes, even in the battle against "sin and punishment," he sank the queen with one counter shot.
Lightning to cut the story once and exhale loudly.
The view is the Lightning family living room. The woman sitting face to face has her chin on her combined hands, her eyes shining and listening.
Lightning carries a piece of cheese to the mouth and tastes it with the watercress.
"But that was it"
To her husband, who drops his eyes on the glass, his wife tilts her little neck.
Her husband often praises his opponent when he loses. But now, I'm sighing in front of you.
I guess I noticed my wife's gaze. Lightning raised her face and shrugged her shoulders as she smiled.
"I don't know what it is, I think I lost it to myself. My weakness, that's pity."
I look into my wife's eyes, where the color of the doubt doesn't go away, and Lightning keeps talking.
The contents of the game told were sufficient to convince her.
"Nicea Cassian National Man!
Game five, semi-finals. Receive the call, sleeve to stage with a lumbar bath towel.
With great cheer, take the stage.
"East Country Woman A!
What emerged from face-to-face was a tall old woman.
I don't look like a bath towel like lightning. Wearing monastic clothes, he was lowering the silver rosary from his neck.
A nun from the East.
I've heard rumors. But she was active much before, when she was born, or before.
It was the first time I actually saw it.
(Any opponent, only to the best of his ability)
I believe in the power and moves I've worked out and polished, I just jump in. That's how I fight.
If you exceed it, you win, if you don't extend it, you lose. The idea of lightning is simple. That's why I'm not lost.
Nodded by a cleric in his presence, he took a lumbar bath towel to the stage corner. The opponent also took off his monastic clothes and let go.
(... being forged)
Below the monastic garment was a gothic flesh like board chocolate. The lengths fit, and they looked like Hercules.
But there's no upset about lightning. The Spike Sword in his groin is sharply aimed at his opponent's eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm looking forward to it."
To that appearance, a musculoskeletal old nun who narrows her eyes. At the same time, he went from groin to floor, dripping his saliva.
Lightning returns no words. Just be quiet and stare at them.
"Let the game begin!
The priest declares as he crosses his arms, and before that voice ends, Lightning makes an explosive progression.
"Lightning Sword!"
Full force, I don't see how it goes. If you dare, this lightning sword is the one that weighs the target.
A spike sword pierced through a supermature woman, not wanting to aim, is sent in three punches in one breath.
(Shit, not good)
Lightning that distorts a single eyebrow and blames itself on the heart.
The shallow steps prevented me from deciding the back. Sense the impending rigid arm from behind, kick the floor and take the distance.
(Been?)
The hand of an old nun, crossing just a few positions in front of her. I should have distanced myself enough, but I had a hair in between.
(arm stretched out than expected?
That's not true. A supermature woman bends one side of her mouth and laughs toward lightening where the cause is uncharted and troubling.
"What's up, huh? Are you scared?
I don't understand what you're saying, lightning with a strange look on my face. Seeing that, the old woman makes her grin louder.
"What, you haven't noticed? You're out of shape."
The words run with a shock like he was hit in the head with a blunt instrument.
If you point it out, you're right, there's no image and no body movement. That's why the steps were shallow and the departure was half a step behind.
(Why?
Explore the reasons for this in a rush and confusion. From experience, the cause is atrophy of the mind.
But I don't know why.
(possibly)
The part that had a lid on its heart and a forgotten gesture. Feel and turn your consciousness there.
And I understood.
(I'm looking at this woman in the shadow of the Grand Mistress)
Make it my wife's grandmother, the wife of a former dojo man.
I am reminded of that day when I suddenly transformed in my peaceful breakfast seat and came under attack. There was no way to do it before that overwhelming offense, and I had to escape at the expense of my stepgrandfather.
(No! The old nun in front of me is not a big wife. Don't get me wrong)
A big wife fattened like a meat chunk and an old nun forged up like a bodybuilder. The only thing we have in common is the fact that it's a big old woman.
But still, Lightning's mind reacted. I guess the wound was deeper than I thought.
"Crane Wing" Kaku Koo "setup!
Take a new attitude to shake off cowardice.
This is about letting go of the hands I was putting together in the back of my head and letting them wing as big as a crane. Lightning has developed a new structure in the past year.
It is aimed at giving the opponent greater vibration due to the reaction of swinging the arm up and down.
"Yeah, well, I need you to give me all you can. If you don't beat me at this rate, you're not convinced, are you?
Laughing, super mature woman squeaking her combined hands.
"Come!"
Running to fly, big bird. Lightning steps deep as he raises and lowers his arms.
That blow over fear with strength should determine the belly of the old nun to the depths.
And soon to be released is the most powerful move, the Lightning Sword's five-strike type.
"I've been waiting. Ooh."
An old nun who opens her eyes wide and stares at lightning at close range. On the back of the lightning, fierce cold air runs.
(Were they after you? Take this moment?
The muscular old nun screams with a ferocious grin in her mouth.
"The headstand!
muscles all over the body thriving like a rough rope. The face of the old woman, who devoured her teeth, is instantly boiled red.
At the same time an overwhelming tightening struck the Spike Sword, stopping the movement altogether.
"Kuah."
Lightning to leak your voice into bitterness. In that ear, a supermature woman whispers.
"No matter how sharp the jump is, if you know you're coming, you can handle it."
Flat out, but incredible for lightning. That's because it's like pinching a serious overhead with both hands.
There is no life, either too fast or too late, and no loss of power.
(Losing!
Lightning that withstands pressure and eats away teeth. If you can't move it by pushing or pulling, only use the help of vibration.
"Lightning Sword!"
Wing your arms up and down as you move your hips back and forth.
(Ugh)
But I won't let the Spike Sword be slight. As if it were tightened with all its might, Lightning's body moves better.
It's like a dragonfly with wings grabbed. As I tremble my body trying to escape, the sound of a scarecrow echoes into the venue.
"Nice, paralyzing"
As you taste, an old nun licking her lips. Lightning's resistance, on the other hand, went weak every time it was repeated.
"Well, it's time for you to make up your mind."
I guess I saw it as a match. Push down the lightning on the mat on the floor while holding it in place with the truncating table.
"Uolaa!"
And with his ambition, he began to wiggle his hips with fierce momentum.
An old nun thrusting her hips from the top into the lightning on her back. The way it looks, I don't know which one is the man.
And often.
"A treat."
Super mature woman who narrows her eyes like a cat and exhales satisfactorily.
I guess I squeezed out plenty of lightning extracts. After liberating himself and rising up, he has his own stomach with his right hand.
The faded lightning of the expression does not move while staring at the ceiling. We decided to win or lose here.
To the living room where Mr. and Mrs. Lightning live, the landscape returns.
Lightning, who had finished speaking, opened his mouth saggily.
"Do you understand?
Moving from the front to the next, the wife gently hugs her husband.
Heartaches that have not yet healed should not be overcome with one feeling. The full force in the real sense must have been impossible to get out.
"I'm sorry, because of my grandmother"
You're not apologizing. Lightning as he says, shakes his head left and right in his wife's chest.
And as it was, I pushed it down behind my back.
"What?"
While I'm surprised, I don't dislike her. I was originally hoping tonight.
Whatever it is, it is ten days long.
And Lightning also wanted to forget the battle and sweeten his wife.
"Hiaaaaa!
Her voice leaks, even if she tries to turn it over. The lightning sword that shook the floor of the Lightning family that night, four times in total.
It is three triplets and one triplets.
"... Shin?
Garden spread upstairs. Dangolia, fifteen centimetres long, crawled out of the ground under the starry sky.
Stretch your tentacles into the air and explore the surrounding signs.
"What's wrong?
I was concerned about my best friend's behavior, and a twenty centimetre long imobe rang from the tree.
I guess I was asleep. It has a slightly blurred atmosphere.
"Sounds like a fig."
It was a mistake, Dangobee explains. And then again, we dived into the ground.