I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

Ho, is that ancient martial arts? It feels like Aikido has a lot to wear. But it's practical.

Always keeps your opponent close to the edge of the arena so they don't get behind you. When the opponent approached, he broke and threw with a thrust and foot. Once thrown, put the chase in with knees, thrust, and stepping.

Modern martial arts don't stop where they were thrown. What a chase. Outside. The smell of ancient martial arts that assumes a real battle to definitely take down the opponent. The lines of Japanese officials are extremely thick.

Well, there's no doubt that they were Japanese officials at the time of the grass show. However, I feel that it is not modern. A modern man would wear sandals instead of grass shoes. It must have been before the Showa period. It doesn't look like it was in the Edo period because I didn't tie my hair. I don't know.

At first, the participants who were targeting her, who seemed to be powerless, also noticed that about three of them had been stretched and thrown away. I wound away and stopped coming near. If it stays this way, I think it will be twisted again.

"Wow!?"

Then one big man grabbed another man's collar and threw it out of the scene. He's in good shape, too. I'm no better than the Vicomte.

"You don't have to call someone who freaks out at such a thin sister, just leave! Oh, sister! I'll take care of the fish, so wait a minute!

"Help with understanding"

Saeki? Well, okay.

The microphone plane installed above the stage picks up the participants' audio and the speaker plane installed outside the window in the box seat delivers it to us. The sound of the blow is vivid and there is a lot of sense of immersion.

Still, you're such a manly brother. It also has power. It's just ordinary people. The Reinforced Vicomte is no longer a human being.

My brother throws me off or beats me down, and the number of people on the stage is decreasing. The surviving participants who saw it rushed towards her. I bet you decided she still had a chance of winning over your brother. She decorated it with no bitterness, and soon there were only two of them on the stage.

She stares at her brother with her teeth out like a carnivore, and stares at her without expression. It's like a comic strike scene. I'm still qualifying for the tournament.

Suddenly your brother broke in without saying a word! It's going pretty fast. Low posture with hands crossed in front of face. Prepared to take a blow, he seems to have the nerve to catch him and bring him into a power match.

Maybe that's one of the correct answers. That physical difference won't make you lose as long as there's not much left. She will have no chance of winning if she is subdued.

On the other hand, she takes off her lawn on the spot and waits barefoot. There is no pretense of avoidance.

Looking at it, my brother made it even faster. He's going to blow it off the scene with his body. But I don't think that's a good idea.

The distance between her and her brother narrowed, and as soon as they came into contact, she disappeared.

"Eh?"

She was right under her brother. Lies on his back on the stage with his hands beside his head and his knees bent to the full. Then, let go of your body and accumulated knees at once, and kick your brother's umbilical area as hard as you can!

Ugh!

The giant flew into space like a lie, and after a long lapse of time - in fact, it would have been more than a second - his brother fell from his back to the ground. It was not on the stone stadium, but on the stripped soil of the training ground.

Keeping her kick up momentum, she rolled back and sat down to prepare her disturbed clothes.

"Until then!

A little confused, the Kintetsu Knight - the Inquisition is over. She stood up, dusted herself, dressed in grass shoes, bowed, and stepped off the stage. I don't look happy at all. Cool beauty type?

"Well, that was a pretty impressive fight!

"Hmm, I lost, but that young man had a pretty good spot. If you join the Knights, you will soon show your head."

"More than that, it's that woman! Sarasa, is she really your sister!?"

"Sure"

Sarasa nods with a small cockroach. After all, it seems that oneesan is definitely right. If you think so, you do look and feel somehow similar. It may feel like that when the salad grows and the hair grows longer.

"Good, no! My family is alive! I'm really, really glad!

That's right, Miya! I'm so glad you found your sister!

Everyone is surrounding Sarasa with a voice of joy. Samantha is delighted with tears. Basil and the others in the same situation joined the circle without envy. Good boys. The salad was as rude as usual.

"So what's Sarasa gonna do now? Are you going to act with your sister? Or stay with us?

As soon as I asked, the air solidified on the spot. No, I have to ask you this. Will you guys stop giving me the look of "you, read the air"? I'll stab you in the eye. Does it hurt?

"Residual"

Sarasa answers my question in no time. No patrol at all. Maybe I've been thinking about it all the time.

The answer softens the air that enveloped everyone. At the same time, some awkward air flows. I know it's nice to have Sarasa, but I can't be happy that my family can't be together.

"Are you sure? You might get separated from your sister.

"Retribution, homework."

Hmm, I mean, I'll serve until I get my thanks back. I'm sure oneesan will understand because it's homework.

I'm a little tired of talking to Sarasa because I'm expected to have a high 'perception' ability.

"Okay, good to see you again. But I need to talk to onee-san properly. She's supposed to be in the waiting room, so let's go see her."

"I understand."

Is it true that that pure Japanese-style sister is related to Sarasa? I thought it looked Japanese-style because I put my black hair on my chest, but it actually seemed like I was a Japanese associate. I'm not sure I didn't realize that.

But Arnya and Samantha also have dark hair at home, so I can't help but notice. Not all black hair is related to Japanese people. In fact, I'm also proven to be a reincarnated person. Prince Jarkin is not black, and it's unusual for Japanese officials to have black hair. That's why you can't help but notice. and give yourself an excuse. No way, it's not a reincarnation, it's a metastasis?

The sixth set of watches was left to the Vicomte, and me, Sarasa, and Christella headed to the athletes' waiting room. It would be annoying to have a large number of visitors.

The waiting room is usually used to dress the knights, so to speak, the locker room. It is a room that hundreds of knights use at once, so it is quite large and has a small hall.

Now, there are not knights there, but tournament participants. Most of them were supposed to have lost in the qualifiers, but surprisingly few of them had dark faces. There may not be as many people who really wanted to win. It seems that there are people who take the protest to commemorate baseball, and there may have been a lot of people who participated in such commemorative tests this time.

Alternatively, it might be for reception of Knights of Defense recruits set up in the corner of the waiting room. I knew it.

The reception is quite lined up. Just because you're proud to join the Knights, you'll be relieved of the regrets you lost in the tournament. Ah, my brother was lined up.

In such a dirty waiting room, only the corner was quiet. On a backless chair lined up by the wall, she sat in the front seat. Close your eyes and move slightly.

At the foot of the chair is a pair of grass shoes and a slightly larger cloth wrap. Long time no see, Bathroom. The plaid pattern rather than the tangerine seemed to be a practical item. There is also an elongated bag hanging on the wall. It's a little bent ahead. A razor blade?

Men who send strange gazes to unbalanced children and girls in sweaty waiting rooms. I'm not supposed to be a nobleman because I dress everyday today. Still, there's no one involved. There's a Knights official right there. If you make a scene, arrest and disband immediately. Would you risk your hands to that extent?

"Sister"

Sarasa called out as she went to see her. Is it because of my mind that I saw the color of tension slightly?

As she meditated, she opened her eyes and stared at Sarasa. And laughs nicely.

Sarasa, I didn't expect to see you here.

After all, "help"?