It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

The tournament entered its second day.

Zach was endangered, pressured and won by force, and Safina was either blown out in the battle ahead or beaten by speed.

And when I say...

"Ahhh... sleepy..."

Beneath my eyes, standing at the match venue like a hundred million bucks, I can even do it. If I had used yesterday's reflections to modify the script, it would be the dawn of the night.

The audience's loud voice is gushing at me for lack of sleep, and the grumpy aura increases. Even Tütte, who is holding back by the venue, was at the end of the night when he was starting to relax and scramble the boat on me all night long.

"Now we begin the second round, both, forward"

Flirted and weakened by the voice of the referee, I move on to the center.

(Sleepy... no, no, we have to hold on! Now we have to beat it brilliantly! Senior Carlis is starting to stand out yesterday for blowing weird things into everyone during the game.)

Even with that in mind, in fact, I was just standing there holding a sword that I could carry on my hips, darla ~ n.

(If you do something bad, it will be yesterday's two dances, so this time, cut it off with a quick start... then ugh...)

"Beginning!

When I was checking for bumps and steps, I kind of felt like that was what the referee sounded like, so I woke up with my head bent over and looked forward, and my opponent was in the middle of a quick attack on this one right now.

My grumpy aura levels up and my temples quiver with too much cheer and lack of sleep, not to mention anger that doesn't go as I expected.

"House!"

I screamed for something unexplained, and when I stepped forward, I pulled out the sword I was holding toward them and shook them off. That blow, which he shook to restrain his opponent and lower him back, resembles Safina's knife extraction technique badly, and the hardened legendary sword (laughter) hits his opponent's body brilliantly clean.

"Gohoo!"

"Ah..."

My drowsiness, surprised by too many events, vanished in an instant, and instead, the rush to do it dominated my mind. The opponent, completely countered, is pulling shivering while lying low as he rolls to the ground.

"Hey, what the hell! Stand up, stand up! I don't want such an impudent end! Still, you're a solo warrior! Let me see your guts!

In a hurry I throw an unscrupulous demand at my opponent, who was listening to it, roaring fugly but still trying to get me up.

"I forgot. That swordsmanship from Miss Safina was originally taught to you by Miss Mary. Then they seemed completely oblivious that she could use it and it was obvious. Miss Mary has always been in such a defenseless position to invite you to the opening fast-track. You should have been wary that even if you were defenseless, only the sword was firmly held, the opponent."

"I thought pulling a knife with such a fine sword was just a loose sword that looked luxurious, but it doesn't look like it."

"It's not a sure story. When Deodora used to make me a knife, she used to tell me that Mary had never made anything, but maybe that was Deodora..."

"If that's true, I won't insult you. Mr. Deodora, the best blacksmith in Wangdu, made it for you."

And so on, extra commentary came in order with Senior Carlis, Zach and Safina from outside the venue, and yeah yeah nodding audiences.

(Stop. Yikes! Weirdly my stock is up again. Oooh! I don't mean to, because I don't have any. Ah!

I even hoped that my opponents would rise up, whilst scratching in my mind at the mysterious narratives of my predecessors that sounded faint.

"Gu!"

The opponent, teething, holding down his stomach and giving him guts, rises with trembling feet, I relieve, contemplate the next steps, and look at Tütte.

Dotha!

As you timed with me when you saw behind you, there was a sound of something falling to the ground, and I couldn't possibly have looked at the opponent on the frightening side, and it was the worst you could have expected, standing up, and a powerful opponent sinking on the floor.

"When you smile at him for not holding back, daring to exhort an impudent opponent, watching him fight well, and doing a good job getting up, you didn't expect him to turn back on the heel to the maid you were holding back… it was also in the math that he would do his best there. But thanks to him, he was only avoided the dishonorable end of instantaneous killing. That's right, I didn't know they even had such a noble side to it, a rumored 'White Princess'."

Cheers boiled down to Senior Carlis' misleading and extreme commentary, which he said as impressed.

"Winner! Mary Legalia!"

(Ko, this isn't supposed to happen. No, no! What have I been up to all night? Whoa!

The scream in my heart trees spirits to synchronize with the declaration of victory of the referee. You finally woke up to that loud cheer, and when Tütte trembled for a moment, he looked around with a chirp.

(You... were standing and sleeping?

As I approached her, reflecting that I had done something sorry for Tütte, Tütte looked blue and eared at me.

"Or have you won, my lady... what are you going to do?

"It's force majeure. It's okay, next time..."

"But, ma'am. From now on... you'll be in the arena."

"To?"

When I realize what Tütte is trying to say, I get on my knees to collapse.

"Oh no... that could be, like, the top eight... in? Why? What's the next game?

"… that the winner who was injured in the previous game was said to be restless for a day even if he recovered with healing magic, abandoning the next game, the next one was unbeatable. So the next opponent, the lady, just keeps rolling... and so on."

I felt like I heard that story before the game started, but I was too sleepy to get it into my head. As a winner, it's a tension. With me down my ass, the cheer reached its climax this day, in the top eight, the first to decide. By the way, it seems like I got on my knees because I was first impressed, or because I was really scared but the tension that I continued to behave resolutely broke off, or because I'm actually sick but I'm not able to.

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"What shall we do! Hey! What should I do? What am I supposed to do?

"Oh, lady! Hey, hang on! Don't shake your head, damn it, no!

After the venue I was left alone with Tütte in the spot where no one in the example was, grabbing her shoulder and swaying with Gwang Wang. I'm about to cry.

Tette told me that when I stopped shaking, she was still shaking or her eyes were swimming for a little while.

"Here, when this happens… hit with Master Zach or Safina and lose early in the start. Losing a blow to those two shouldn't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, right. If this happens, ask either of you to help me. Huh!

I jump to the miserable Tutte's proposal.

"But Mr. Zach looks badly guided... and I think I'll ask Safina for this place. That girl would be willing to cooperate."

As I was thinking about the bad things, Tütte shuddered with a pull as she watched the paper that was taking note of the tournament table.

"Oh, my lady. Dear Zach and Safina… If you keep going, you'll bump into each other in the semifinals. And the lady will only see you both in the finals."

Frequent silence.

"What shall we do! Hey! What should I do? What am I supposed to do?

"Oh, lady! Hey, hang on! Also, don't shake your head, dammit, no!

And it was going into the loop.