And where we arrived, it was so horribly crowded that it made me a little nervous.
Do we float in a dress? There are surprisingly many similar people in the place where I thought, and Kinkirakin to my degree seems to be perfectly fine. Rather too colorful, patterned flashy, so much that I think I might have lost… orz.
Where she had been lightly struck, Jonah disappeared into a lavish room with a dignitary reception and immediately invited me.
"Mr. Bell, I'm sorry. They say it's the Keys game in one more game. Let's hurry."
That's what they say, a small run through some sort of dignitary aisle.
I saw the green I saw at the corner of one corner, but when the boy found out about this one, he graciously gave way to the aisle, as if dealing with nobles.
What an unexpected child who could read the air. But, well, from the atmosphere they don't realize it's me, they don't seem to have the ability to see the essence or anything more... I must return the meeting because I feel a little rude.
I heard signs of a boy asking strangely about this one behind his back, but he didn't get stopped, so I guess he didn't notice.
Then we arrived at a special seat reserved for officials of Mr. Kitra, the brave man in the west, without meeting anybody --and lowered our hips to an empty seat for the two of us.
Then it was quick.
"It was a little late, wasn't it, Jonah? I left the Inn so early."
and a brunette beauty wearing a red costume raised her voice.
"I'm sorry. When you start stirring up, it's gonna be fun."
And, Mr. Yona laughs bitterly.
That's the voice I heard next to it. If I turn my gaze at anything, is that it? This guy, the innkeeper general who's looking after you? There's a woman there.
One of these days I notice this one's gaze, and the person laughs nicely.
"Don't get so hard. Think of everyone as a family."
They even told me to have fun and go home today, and I looked around in horror there confused.
In response to the words of the general, Kitra's wife and busters are asking me about her with a chilling nichol background sound. There are seven women in the gallery, including a damsel, so Jonah and I were the last ones to arrive.
Nevertheless, in the previous world, Harlem has heard of a soothing atmosphere when there are more than five people. Even so, this atmosphere seems too cozy… and this one surprises me by the relationship between your wife, who is too soft.
They feel comfortable, they seem to enjoy handing out fruits, distributing drinks, giving sweets to their children, and they all try to make fun of themselves. I couldn't even feel the slightest sign of a woman's obnoxious drool, and it really seemed like one family.
Running around the gallery, a woman's children and a bunch of twin girls clearly don't seem to be Kitra's children from a glance.
Well, the brave people often can't have their own children, so I guess not.
I wonder if the child is a female stepchild. She's kind of a beauty with a tough vibe that I've been struggling with, and there seems to be a lot of explanations. Did Mr. Kitra embrace it in his nostalgia, including... and the impression of the brave men in the west changes with gallery.
So I was a little hazy, and while I thought it was rude, I observed the others, and there was still a “translated” atmosphere there that I couldn't say anything about.
—— Maybe Mr. Kitra is a bigger brave man than I thought.
It's just amazing that I don't hold all these women and let them make deep grooves anymore.
Are you manly? Are you worthy? Or at that moment when the story starts leaning in a strange direction with… at night, Waah and the audience boil down to mark the end of the game ahead.
"Finally. Kindness match between Mr. Kee and Mr. Kleis. Oh, and Mr. Bell."
"Thank you. Wow, this tea is delicious."
"If you like it, I'll give you a recipe for the blend."
"Oh, I'd love that."
"Okay. I'll let Yonayona have it later."
"Thank you very much -. Speaking of which, Mr. Yona, we're talking about a friendly game right now."
I don't even know the name. I get it mixed normally in the soothing mood of my wives, while dropping my gaze on the arena as I clean up the previous game and get ready for the next.
It was the first time, but a match between the brave seems to be a kind of event that deepens rapport. A little more about that place there! And when you do, Jonah tells you with the face that you've got it.
"Martial arts have long flourished in Arsia, if you know anything about martial arts and swordsmanship, don't refuse to come, and we've gathered people from all over the continent to hold competitions. But I knew this kind of thing, because when one brave man mixes it up, he can end up winning, though it's kind of good. It's a strange story. In view of fairness, the brave position was a long time ago. But because of this, if you have a brave man, I'd like you to show him some exceptional moves, and to be impolite, we're all wondering who's the strongest of the braves. So the lord of Arsia called out to the brave men from all over the continent to invite one or two brave men to a sword martial arts tournament a year to take their game. That's what a friendly match between brave men is for."
That is.
I heard that, and, uh, I was wondering if this was why the brave men were going west the whole time.
And with all due respect, I wasn't seriously overlooked for the "mistake” here... simply because I was going to be late for this tournament?... Oh, my God, let's hope so.
That's what Jonah did to me.
"No matter which way you win, Kee or Chris, you have no grudges."
Oh, my God, because I'm going to say it with a pretty face.
"Isn't that obvious! But I will support the brave."
And I hold my fist in the blindfold and answer it with a hot voice.
"Mr. Bell, a brave man... Kee is a brave man, too."
Jonah's line, returned with a bitter smile as soon as possible, added, "Don't you call him by name? It was covered." I'm ashamed to call you by name, I'm not close enough to call you by name, and I'm not allowed to call you by name. This one gave it back with a bitter smile, good luck, and he pounded gently on his shoulder.
The missus who watched it asked me about the relationship between me and the brave man, digging leaves and digging.
I didn't have time to take a closer look at him for the first time in a long time until the lady in the red dress gave everyone a voice to start the game.
"Look, guys, here we go!
With a voice from the general, the wives drop their gaze on the two brave men facing each other.
At the end of the spectator's seat, I drop my gaze on them facing each other as well as on Kinglakin '.
The special seats provided for officials of the brave are in the middle of the viewing seats, not too close or too far from the ground on which they stand.
The arena is as circular as the Colosseum, which was in the previous world, and is staircased with spectator seats. And there's probably a rule that it's off-site. The place to fight is not just on the ground, but on a square stone platform placed there.
Beginning with the specialization of the body by the race, the stone table installed is quite large because of skills, benefits, the presence of the brave at the end and the fact that the ceiling of physical abilities is a world of sorts. It's a secure design that won't fall to the ground with room if you step on it, even if it blows up about twenty meters during battle.
The front row of spectator seats surrounding such a battlefield comes from above a wall about three times the height of a stone platform. I don't know for sure because it's far-sighted, but it seems like it's already about 1.5 meters tall on the table, which is why it's built to keep the audience from bumping into it, even if it's been blown to the wall with a normal adult standing there.
By the way, the special seats I'm in now are loosely sized compared to the other seats, actually with roofs and stuff. Loaded with a sense of private space, it looks like a little small room. And even a thin, vale-like curtain hangs from the metal bars passed to the columns and columns beside each other, subtly hiding the people sitting inside. The back is a wall, and there's a guard at the entrance. I can feel a little celebrity.
Such a small room is set up exactly 90 degrees apart, east, west, north and south, and there's probably a brave man's party face-to-face. This seems to be the only set of friendly matches between the braves this year, with one aristocratic but easy-going family in the small rooms next to each other, and each of the merchant-rich atmosphere people sitting back.
The aristocrats and royalty, nevertheless, sit in compartments in a luxurious large room set up further up, overlooking the two brave men across the street with an intrigue.
"That brunette is the brave man in the east?
"That's right. Belle's in love."
"You're not the same type as Kitra."
"Really. Maybe a little older than Keys? Looks kind of sturdy."
"Oh, but he's not a nice guy. But the brave men of the east are from the aristocracy, right? Don't you have a pardon?
"Oh, it looks okay there. Anything, our policy seems to be to" find the person you want to marry ”. I've never talked about my fiancée before. And the Lagunesian princess seems to be blinding her eyes, and the nobleman (no) who tried to propose to Mr. Kleis is crushed from the edge."
"Oh, that scares me."
"Is a Lagunesian princess protected by a goddess of love?
"Come on."
"Well. Well, then, you know, the princess is rivaled by the supreme beauty."
"Status, power, money, beauty! What a tall wall to have it all! This situation burns."
"Then there, we have to beat Mr. Bell at all costs!
"Romance."
"That's romance."
"No more romance."
"I'm kind of looking forward to it. Mr. Bell, we're all here for you, so do your best to shoot him."
That.
Whoa, guys. Come back.
No, no, more than that, before that.
Yona, how do you know that...? (((("||)))
Before I knew who was who, I bounced a conversation with Pom Pom Pom, and if I noticed, my wives' 16 eyes were chilling.
- Hey, don't look at me. That expectation, it's too heavy for me now!!!
While I was in a hurry, I still had the strength not to say no to their eyesight, and I whispered back, "I'll do my best..." And the wives looked satisfied, albeit for the moment, and looked back at the two brave men who began to cross swords.
One of these days there was a beautiful woman who was particularly keen to watch the game.
"Ah, stupid Kitra! You mustn't step in there!
Or speaking out from time to time.
While I feel signs of the next door nodding at the same time, I get the hit that some of the eight are adventurous positions people who seem to remember in their arms.
As the name of the friendly match suggests, the trajectory of interaction was different from usual and slow.
It's like an easy meeting, enough to trace from swords and body carriage to foot judgment if you have a proper eye for it.
Sewing between the brave man's sincere swordhaul, however light Mr. Kitra makes a poke in a brilliant move. The brave man put out a surprising counter after jeopardizing the thrust. But Kitra, who seemed to be reading the movement, is a cursive craft, which gently takes off his predicament and draws the audience's voice.
What a smooth, wasteless move we both make.
My breath fits perfectly with that, and I also look like I enjoy tying my sword tips together.
A little older than two when it comes to youth, but he seems to be watching a refreshing practice game in the athletics department, and his chest cums anyway.
—— I hope you're young!
There is dripping sweat. In a certain sense, I think about what a rotten thing it is, while I manage to catch up with their movements that have increased their speed with the cuts in the meeting. I gaze.
So far it feels like I'm watching a scene from the (freshly) Times play that I sent fast.
How far can you follow this battle at level 15?
Even if I can't capture their movements in this eye step by step, I don't feel like turning them into remnants, as I always do, too early. If this is the case, I wonder if I should have raised the level more, or something. Sparing in their hearts, they did not speed up for a long time, as they heard such a voice.
When I think about that normally, oh, I realize what a natural consideration it is so that the greats in the viewing room know the game properly, and I laugh all by myself.
their movements as well as time and increased speed over time.
That was obviously a game of takeaways so far. Momentum increases the speed every time I cut it.
At first, he said, "That's good!" "Do more!" "You're a brave man, so you can still go!" What a wild flying audience, too, drinks words around where their movements crossed their abilities, and the lively venue gradually quiets down.
Jonah seems to have worked hard on her way there, but now she just smiles.
I noticed this gaze watching it.
"How many people in this venue are seeing that fight right ~?
Give me such a prolonged inquiry.
"The brave party members are supposed to be on level 80, so I think they're chasing us..."
In other audiences, the atmosphere is not likely to be visible to those who are looking at it all the time.
Somehow I feel a little loneliness left behind, and this one returns it small towards her with a zero bitter smile.
When will it be settled?
I wonder what Mr. Kitra's level is?
Which one will win in the end?
With that in mind, I watched the game.