It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

It was when I was having dinner with my parents that night when I made the top eight and everyone made the top eight the next day.

"I heard you, Mary. You're in the top eight in the tournament, and I didn't want you to be in too much danger, but when I heard that, my nose was high, that's our daughter."

"Ah... thank you, Father"

My father had been talking about the tournament, and I didn't want to inflate this topic too much while I was thankful, so I didn't show a bare temptation to say anything from myself. But my father didn't preach the subject to listen to me, he wants to say something from himself, he goes on without worrying about my silence.

"So, from tomorrow's arena game, we decided to go watch the game, too."

"Huh! So, but your father has a job to do"

I panic to unfold unexpectedly and try to come up with a story about my father's work to change his mind.

"It's okay, that's not what kids worry about. Because we're adjusting your game so you can always show your face."

Speaking with a smile, to my father who was willing to go, when he realized that it was too late for me to say anything, he finished his meal early and went back to his room fluttered.

"It's over. There's no escape now."

When I go back to my room, I sit in bed and nag.

"Right. I can't go out of my way to look like I'm going to lose in front of my husband and wife that I'm so hoping for, and most importantly, I'm late for the game I was planning and no longer have the idea of being undefeated."

It follows my words unfortunately that Tütte followed me all the way to the room with him.

"What's up, man?"

I grabbed the shoulder of the approaching Tütte and woke her head to shake it again, she sensed it, susssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

"Hey, why are you running?"

"Cohon... it's more a question of what we're going to do than that, lady."

From me, who seems to resent the escaped tutte, she has shifted her gaze and changed the subject.

"I wonder why this happened. I can't believe I worked out a plan to make it unobtrusive, and none of this works."

"Hey, shouldn't I have planned that?

To my stupidity, Tütte has said as he punched Pong and his hand.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with my plan?

"No, wasn't it a failure to have had a plan in the first place? Even though the usual lady didn't know what to do with panic during the game, she tried to move like that with her plan, so she could deal with it calmly instead of being flirted with..."

I've noticed something serious about Tütte's words. Indeed, I had managed to deal with what was supposed to be a stunner and panic, in addition to focusing on making scripts that would work as muscled.

"Oh, my God... I can't believe the script was revenge."

"So why not try the next game here with just a thoughtful hit. It's about the lady, so why don't you panic right away with a few things and that'll already lead you to a hilarious action and defeat?

(Hmm? I think I heard something I shouldn't have listened to, but, well, let's just leave it alone here)

I devised Tütte's proposal and nodded loudly.

"Hey! If you just hit it off, you're gonna lose me right away. And if you don't do something weird, there won't be any weird misunderstandings."

"That's right! What a lady, a tofu mental? It was, so if it were, then it would not be the right thing to do to destroy yourself by acting on a level of laughter."

I'll stick my cheeks together with munchies so that she doesn't have to finish because Tütte hits on the relationship and says something rude.

"What a rude mouth."

"Hiccup, hiccup... oh well"

I apologize in tears. I followed Tutte's cheek for a while, and then when I let her go, she went to bed to try tomorrow's game in a clear mood.

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The next day.

When the match venue turned into an arena, the audience was rising rapidly. There are two days of matches in the arena, which are said to be the final tournament, with the first match in one day and the semi-finals and finals in the remaining day. The school side also wants to celebrate those two days as a grand event, because the school is closed, so the students have gathered in this arena, and it was the current situation that is giving them an audience.

"There's plenty of them."

"There you are."

There was still time until the rally time, so Tütte was just responding to my thoughts of sneaking around the arena.

"I shouldn't have come to see you. Seeing how busy the venue is makes me nervous."

"But if you were in the modest room, wouldn't you weirdly inflate your imagination and let that pressure destroy your mood?

(That's right, Tütte, because we've known each other a long time. I know that.)

When I saw the maid I had refrained from behind and was smug and impressed, the faces closer I saw from behind.

It is Zach and Safina.

"Ah! Dear Mary!

You noticed this one, Safina rushes over to me happy.

(Yeah, yeah, you look like a wanker and you're adorable, already)

When I greeted her like that with a smile, okay and I stroked her head bound with that so-called fluffy hair.

"The Safinas are here to see the venue, too?

"Yes."

"That's unusual, I can't believe Lady Mary came to inspect. Usually you hide in the clouds somewhere and come late for games."

As I was playing with Safina, Zach approached me with a surprised face, and he lost his mind, so smiling at Safina, I would silently follow his flank with a pattern of swords I had to watch out for.

"What's the matter, Mr. Zach?

Safina, holding down her flank and looking back away from me, looked strangely at Zach, who shivered.

"Stop... we're going to play a game... and don't let them take the damage."

Back to his usual in a few minutes, jamming a few words, I look at Zach half-eyed without apologizing.

"Good hand for the match, you're too overwhelming, hey"

As I say, Zach and Safina had become the bearers of strength that jumped through among freshmen. Thanks to previous games, it is unilaterally over. But these two won't be able to win the upcoming game, and they're going to run into each other in the next game, the semifinals. I'm a little heartbroken by the fact that one of the two top performers without a complaint shouldn't go to the finals.

"If you win the upcoming game, you two will fight tomorrow, before the finals,"

"Yeah, it's bad for Safina, but I'm the one who fights Mary in the finals."

"No, it's me who fights Mary in the finals."

To my words, when Zach said confidently, Safina came back in cowardice.

(Phew, now Safina says too, I'm glad to hear that. But...)

"Why are you guys moving on assuming I'm going to the finals?

"" To?

What are you two saying to my very important case? Wouldn't you like to see it on your face?

(Stop, don't look at me with no question about me going to the finals! My heart's tickling! Because it makes it hard to lose.)

I get a little guilty and I unwittingly distract myself. And when word reached our ears that the start time of the match for those involved was approaching, we finally realized the holding of the final tournament.

(Now it's time to lose!

I renewed my resolve and went back to my modest room.