It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

"My turn is imminent."

"I... am thrilled... can you do the script well"

Right now, me and Tütte were in the middle of sneaking away in an unpopular place, talking to each other face-to-face. We are both kneeling for some reason.

"By the way, ma'am? Why aren't you waiting in the modem?

'Cause if I was jittery in a place filled with nervousness, the nervousness would have penetrated me and I wouldn't be able to do it.'

"Ha... so I go to the modem and see if the lady's turn comes"

That said, Tütte gets up, tries to get away from me, and I grab the hem of her skirt.

"Hi. don't leave me alone. I'll be nervous."

"But turn up..."

"It's okay, because I asked Safina to come and get me when the turn comes up"

"... Is Safina-sama okay?

What about me, to Tutte's question? With Mark in mind, isn't the safina we're talking about rushing over here in a hurry with HuffHuff?

"Excuse me, Master Mary! It's time, duh!

Running over, Safina has told me so out of breath.

"Why, it's critical"

"Perhaps you should go and call it now, or not yet, a stray quote, you've become critical?

To my simple question, Tütte still answers with such a face.

(After all those games, you still lack the same decisiveness... well, I hope it sounds like a safina)

And so on, dusting, Tütte held my hand and started walking fast to the venue.

"Hey, hey, hey, Tütte. What's the rush?"

"What are you talking about, Safina-sama's panic, if you suck, they might already be in the venue! Come on, lady, hurry up."

"Wait, my heart is ready."

When I was taken to the match venue by Tütte, I was told that the opponent was already there, that everyone who played the match was there.

(Wow... it's noticeable... it's noticeable...)

I leave Tütte, solo solo and in my own match venue. When you look around you have surprisingly large audiences, and the cause of this is probably the prince, Magilka, Zach, Safina, who is coming to watch the game, as well as Senior Carlis and his fancy face.

(Everyone's more intrigued by the audience than by my game... especially since Zach and Safina are the most prominent stocks right now...)

I take a deep breath, and when I look at the person confronting me, he has looked at this one with the kind of eyes that explore something of mine.

(I didn't realize it because I came here with some bummer... but here's the thing, when I confront you again, I, I'm about to play, 'cause I'm starting to feel real... wow, I'm getting nervous)

I confirm that the hand holding the legendary sword (laughter) on my hips is strong and the hardness of the sword is increasing.

"So ha! Begin!"

With the decree of the referee, the cheer rose, and I never, ever, pulled out my sword and pointed my sword at him with grandeur. He comes at me, too, with a spear of his own.

"Huh! Come on, let's have my sunny stage dance tight. Huh!

My grand attitude and you're surprised by the provocation, the opponent keeps his weapon up and sees how it goes.

(Oh, I could have told you as scripted! First of all, you didn't get the pre-emptive strike as planned... but why?

When I was wondering, Senior Carlis' unwanted commentary was repeated in the audience.

"Huh? That was deliberately... what?

Safina, surprised by Senior Carlis' words, listens back.

"Oh, Miss Mary's opponents are not the same type as you guys, they're average levels of moves and power, but they're good at making up for it. The way he fights, he looks at his opponents, flirts with them, makes them dance on his own board, and leads them to defeat."

"I mean, early in the game, Mary told you to dance on the board because she would fight you with the methods of warfare she was good at. I was really worried about what happened to you because you smelled like stage acting."

Magilka gives a strange interpretation and is horrified by Senior Carlis' commentary.

"Oh, that's a lot of confidence, because they've frustrated my nose. Perhaps that's what Miss Mary's scenario says."

And so on, and I didn't dew that there was some weird conversation going on around me, and I was acting like a script I made myself to lose at best.

(First, go in on the offense feeling like you're on track and then... get your opponent's counter...)

I repeat a monotonous attack so that he can stop my attack. And, at the next moment, the opponent, who was a defense, turned to attack. I, at the same time, take it and skew my face back. His continuous penetration rolls out on the skin of it, and every time I look like I'm going to suffer, I play it.

(All right, as scripted, we're on the side of the war... finally to take every blow, and appeal to powerlessness!

I was a little happy to be moving on to scripted street amazingly myself, and I was thorough on defense, indulging in the fact that I was about to get a nigga from time to time.

Looking at me like that, also, Senior Carlis' diagonal commentary bursts.

"You're in a hurry... opponent. All the time, Miss Mary dances for me."

"It just seems to me that Lady Mary is under pressure."

To Senior Carlis' commentary, Magilka, who watched with harrassment, says:

"No, that's obviously an act, too much over. Besides, as amateurs won't know, Lady Mary's defense moves a little further than her opponent's attack, waiting for her. Well, then, they're under the illusion that they're being made to attack here."

Excited Zach brings the story to life even more.

"Besides, Dear Mary... from time to time, I enjoy that I'm about to laugh. It's a mental catch-up for him who should be attacking."

Plus, Safina, who's been watching my behavior closely, has been making a lot of stories. The audience that was listening to it would say, "O".

"Ahhh!

Not knowing that, I raise my pretty voice and distance myself with a feeling of being bounced back full of meow, kneeling.

"Lady! No more, no more! We've already seen the battle!

A twirl happened from the venue as I offered my hand to me as scripted and Tütte gave me a performance that doubled my sense of being caught up.

(Uh-huh, if I teetered, wouldn't it be a little theatrical?

You don't realize who you are, but when it comes to someone else, I get a little worried about that acting thing.

"Surprised... I didn't know you even had a third party ready... and that maid is acting, too. What do you mean, we had a meeting ahead of time? There is no better difference in power for someone who fights with a strategy than to let someone else talk about a planned dialogue rather than declare a loss."

Through my admiration, I can no longer stop Senior Carlis' diagonal commentary with a face I said was stunned.

"No, it's not over yet! Still, I can fight!

That's what I said, and when I stood up with Yolo, he also stepped back and stood back.

(Here, me, create a feeling of good luck...)

"... counter a full blow that threw everything out..."

(Oops... I accidentally put it in my mouth... to me when I got the counter, and still tried to get up, so Tütte threw in a crying towel and lost at TKO! Perfect muscle writing!

While I am certain of my defeat, when I lay my sword...

"It's surrender..."

"To?"

I was flabbergasted by what they said.

"Winner, Mary Legalya!

The referee's exalted proclamation turns to cheer, and the match ends.

"Shit... it's my total loss... there was absolutely no gap to get in, let me just say"

To the person who has asked me to shake his hand with a clear face, I respond with a poka-n face, and as he leaves the venue behind, I also walk towards Tütte, who was holding back.

She also couldn't figure out what was going on and didn't know what to do with the towel she had prepared for TKO, and for now, she took it because she had given me that towel.

"Uh-huh... from the maid's declaration of defeat, I'm not satisfied, you can still fight, right? To the provocation, I suppose he set aside his plans and everything and tried to bet on a decisive blow. That, too, is her whining, and she understands that she is well... extremely, that towel of a maid of honor. Even though she hasn't acted yet, and even though Miss Mary hasn't instructed her yet, she seems to have lost all her warfare by being shown so varied that she's as muscular as she is all the way through to the production preparing her husband to wipe his sweat..."

"Dear Mary... Whoa... I can't believe you beat them to the point of no skin with a method of warfare they specialize in..."

"That's just great, Master Mary!

It was a safina that leaked exhale with a lucid look at the fascinating commentary of senior Carlis, who still can't hide his surprise, the kind of face Zach sees even with horrible things. And I was welcomed by everyone like that to finally grasp my situation.

Mary Legalya, it's a first round, a victory.

By the way, I learned later that there seemed to be no notion in this world that throwing in towels, during games, would result in a loss. Tütte didn't know what it meant to lose if he threw a towel, but he dared not ask...