It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

"Finally, tomorrow... the tournament begins"

Back from school at night I watched the night sky through my own window.

"Master Safina is going to be a match that separates fate from World War I… I guess in my heart…"

I remember what happened at the raffle because Tütte, who had refrained from doing so near me, had said that.

"Hey, Tütte... does my relationship with Safina look like a deliberate relationship with the Duke's Lady and her surroundings...?

"If that's what the lady thinks, isn't it?

When I asked courageously what had bothered my mind a little since then, didn't Tütte have a light affirmation of it?

"That's not what I'm thinking!

To say too much, I follow, I make my voice absurd.

"Then wouldn't that be nice? I don't care what it seems around me, myself, if I believe it isn't..."

When Tütte smiles gently, I feel the Moya Moya that was in me disappear all at once.

(Yes, what's bothering you? That wouldn't be good if I believed it.... oh, I'm already... sorry I was upset by that guy's words)

"Thank you, Tütte. Something's up, it's coming out..."

"Yes..."

When I smile back, she salutes.

"By the way, ma'am. Are you really going to follow this script?

As Tütte changes the subject, she has shown me a bunch of paper I gave her before.

"Absolutely. At the tournament, I'm going to follow this script I wrote myself up, so keep practicing Tütte."

"Wow... are you sure it's okay with me? Indeed, servants will also be allowed to enter the school on that day, but there are more suitable…"

"No! I want this to be a TUTTE! Because it's me and you, it's what you can do! Come on, let's make it work for both of us!

As I approach Tütte, I hold onto her hand firmly and look at her with my shitty shining eyes.

"Yes! Lady!"

Tütte was also sincerely motivated by me like that.

"Then practice to be even more sophisticated!

"Yes!

Thus, it was as if we were practicing theatre with one hand in the script, reading the script in our own room, and discussing motion and position.

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And today, it's the first day of a martial arts tournament. A little sporting event. Nice to meet you, my parents were waiting in front of the school door to see how brave my child is right now.

The usual extensive training center (athletic field) is divided into three parts and beautifully arranged as a match venue. Well, one solo freshman is going to play one game a day, the first one has a lot of people to play the game, so we're going to play the matches in one simple venue like this to shorten the time… something like this all the time. When it comes to the top eight, Senior Carlis said the place will be moved to the arena to become a one-on-one full-fledged game format and an event with a large audience.

(As far as the arena matches go, no matter how much you lose, you're going to stand out, so as far as I'm concerned, during the simultaneous matches in this simplified venue, I'd like to finish... so I guess it's reasonable to have a match where the audience isn't completely aligned yet...)

After I looked down at the venue, I was serious about such an insignificant thing while considering how it was going.

(It's a little later for the public to get into school, and I need to make a final check after Tette gets here... wow... something's getting nervous...)

It's as if I'm starting to feel like presenting theatre to a cultural festival, and I breathe deeply trying to contain a misaligned heartbeat. Whether it's a recent habit or not, I've come before an example individual training center at some point.

(This is the last time I'm gonna be here... so I'm starting to feel a little lonely)

It's still early to immerse myself in sentiment, but I kind of peeked inside the room and there was a client there.

The figure that stands still is very calm, whether you are inflating the image or closing your eyes, breathing ready for a moment, drawing a beautiful orbit and that full body cuts off the sky.

The motion was very sharp and very beautiful. The beauty of the light entering through the window of the room is also accentuated by the fact that it is just backlit.

"... f ~... ah! Me, Dear Mary... Are you there?"

Exhaling the breath he had stopped, Safina, who once took a deep breath, noticed me still in love in front of the door, with her knife in her sheath, and came running over here cute with Totetote.

(Yuck... it was such a beautiful knife pull that I couldn't help but fall in love with it...)

Hiding the mouth that was open with my hands, I greet her, disguised as calm.

"Wow, Safina. I can't believe I quickly turned the knife extraction technique into my thing! Now the game is as good as winning."

"Oh, that's not true... there's no such thing as a great game... whether you can do it properly or not..."

When I praised her, she got a little moody in the face that she was really no better than modest.

"I don't..."

I shook Safina's hand at the same time as I uttered words to encourage her, and then I realized. Her little hands were shaking so small that whoever saw them could tell.

(... nervous... can't even... her fate is at stake in this first fight, so the pressure is immeasurable... if you do a game like this...)

"Ehehe... no, I... I'm going to be crushed if I didn't do something... I'm scared... scared... I can't help it..."

Safina smiled masochistically, pulling herself out of my hand, trying to stay out of the training center.

(Well... no matter how much skill you sharpen, her mind isn't getting stronger...)

"It's all right, Safina, you'll win."

The words I uttered in an attempt to do something were unreliable and all I could say was moonlight.

"... I can't, maybe... me, always... the real thing... not at all... I thought this time I'd be okay... as usual..."

Safina began to be pushed backwards by nervousness as she stared at her trembling hands as someone else's presence, me, made her sound weak. She doesn't even seem to be able to afford to speak respectfully to me right now.

"It's okay, dude!

"... but..."

"It's okay because you have to believe you... you won't be rewarded for all the hard work you've been doing."

"... I've worked so hard... me?

To my words, Safina looked at this one.

(Another push... what can I say? How can I put it, she can challenge the game?... at least if you ease the tension as far as I am... me now?

Now I'm not so much in a state where I hang my path on the balance as Safina, and in the first place, I can just stay normal because my intentions to bet on the game are too low.

(When I'm in the same situation as her, fulfill, do I move on...?... Previous?

That's when I remember a certain word.

"Okay, Safina... everyone's gonna be nervous. I'm nervous, too, and Mr. Zach... probably... nervous... are you?

(I'm talking about that fighting nation, so maybe it's more exciting than nervousness...)

With regard to him, I'm losing confidence by saying it myself, so I'd be jeopardized to give Zach to someone else's example.

"Anyway, everybody, they're all the same. The starting lines are all the same, and if there's a difference, that's after that."

I wrapped my hands around Safina again with both hands.

"... after?

With startled eyes, Safina, who looks at me, nevertheless, shows interest in my words and listens back.

"Yeah, at that time, do you have the courage to move on, stay lost, or run away timidly? That's the difference."

I told her that word I remembered at the Moonsight Festival.

"Well... I'll run away..."

"No, you're not! Safina, you're just lost right now! 'Cause you decided to stay in school, and you've been trying! I thought we were gonna fight! There's never been a escape! I've tried so hard to trust you!

"... Dear Mary..."

"So don't be timid, let's have the courage to move on... hey, Safina"

I predicted that she would be negative, and I shook her hand with or without telling her. I feel like I'm getting smaller without a heart or tremor.

"... Dear Mary..."

"... what? Safina."

"... it hurts..."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Ahaha."

(Hey, you put too much effort into it... fail, fail)

Safina had complained with a bit of tears, so I rushed off her hand and made her laugh deceptively. Then, with a bitter smile, Safina laughed at me too.

"... Lady Mary is amazing... I never thought about that."

"No, actually, this word was sold by Master Klaus... oh, would it have been better if I hadn't been honest with you?

"Huh... right"

As I let it stand aside, now Safina smiles just a little, lifting the sword and putting her strength into that hand that trembles as she stares at it.

"Safina?"

"... believe in yourself before... later... move on... courage..."

As she stared at the knife she held, muttering so as to make her say in herself, the sound of the bell at which the martial arts tournament would begin echoed into the school.