Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

Together with the high metal sounds that rang at the same time as the beginning, the pale and black sword "Tsugi" created a red spark.

""... ugh!

Sword pressure is mutual.

Both bodies remained on the spot and were moving straight to impending imminence.

At this point, we perceive each other to have some understanding of each other's forces, and there are no significant differences in muscle strength and speed.

It is therefore skill and experience that determine the battle, and… that I am capable.

"Ugh, you don't move..."

Mel was unintentionally squeaking at the two staring at each other with his swords together.

"Yeah, but you two are fighting out of sight"

"What? What do you mean?

"We perceived each other's power in the present integration. In my view, it's almost like each other. I mean, from here on out, it's a read. Only once did you release the Special Sword... if you take it off, you must break it. Therefore, I can't move poorly. That's what I'm saying."

"Yeah..."

"But we can't keep each other like this. Because we don't have much time."

Kraussolus is right, for them with antagonistic strengths, the time of five minutes is too short.

Nevertheless, wasted meetings only create gaps and also lead to exposure to their own hands.

"It would be less advantageous to move ahead, but if you don't move, you lose both. But come on. I can't move. Especially... Durandal."

"Why?"

"Master Durandal's ability is that if he's hard, he can slash hard things just as well...... They don't seem to be using their abilities right now, but even if they do, they can't kill Alondite's sword" Tsugu "."

"Huh? Oh, really?

"Our legendary weapons are often made of the same material. No matter how Durandal, it means he can't slash and tear anything equal to himself. But apart from the armor that is wrapped around it... it would be easy to kill by using your abilities. The question is how to hit it, but before that, Alondite's abilities were troublesome. If we don't get through it... he has no winning eyes."

Durandal's winning muscle receives a slash that erases the signs that it will eventually be unleashed, and after further breaking down Alondite's defense, he has no choice but to strike a blow into his armor that will slay everything.

Alondite against him is likely to remain settled if he releases that blow aimed at the neck in the middle of the meeting, due to the rule that the battle will be decided even when the inch is stopped.

"Look closely, it's Mel. Perhaps the next time one of them moves... wins or loses will be decided"

"Shit, the battle is for a moment...... ahh!

The moment Mel shrugged so, high metal noises ringing in the sunny sky again.

When Alondite played Durandal's sword and took his distance, he was turning his own cutting-edge gripped with both hands toward him and packing the intermission again as he scattered the lawn he stepped through.

"No sign of slaughter" thus unleashed.

That blow, which even those who watched around, could only see Alondite packing a pause, hit the neck of Durandal -

"Ugh!?

But what I heard was a startling voice from Alondite.

The slash released cuts the sky, and shortly after, severe pain runs into Alondite's abdomen.

"Ha... ah...!?

Blewn as-is, Alondite's body dances through the universe.

The moment he was tapped to the ground, a black divine sword was stuck to his shoulder, even as he tried to stand up with his hands on crushed armor.

"... here we go. My loss."

"That's it! Winner Durandal!

"Durandal, wow!

"Brilliant."

Levi and the others applaud Durandal for receiving the winning name.

After smiling satisfactorily, he reached for Alondite with himself in his sheath.

"It was a piece of paper. That's the sword of the sword, the sword of the sword... it almost cut my neck off."

Durandal grabbed the hand he extended, and Arondite, who stood up, also put his sword away again, letting his mouth loosen as he leaned slightly.

"No, you were brilliant. I didn't know you were going to... How did you figure it out?

"I was looking at my legs."

"Feet?"

"Oh. Whatever slaughter it is, it's impossible to let it go without stepping in. That's why I stepped forward, too, just as you stepped in strong. And then there's where it flies... but if I were you, I'd aim for my neck. It won't kill you if you hit the armor."

"... I see. Was it all a prospect? It's a complete failure."

"No, only this win or loss is in the rules. Without it... I didn't know the unseen slaughter would be so horrible. I had a good experience. Thanks."

"No, thank you very much. This has been a good opportunity to know myself. You can't lose next."

"Oh. Let's do it again"

"Good luck to both of you. Get some rest."

Put the two men with a stiff handshake in their notebooks, and Lord heads under the Levis.

"What do you say, Lord? Is it bad enough?

"Oh. Rather, I might have been glad to do it"

Not only were the weapons breathing, but there were new discoveries in the battle, and it was a meaningful battle for Lord.

In addition, from now on, some of the weapons that Lord has not yet used in battle, and knowing their properties will be his own power.

"Huff...... so be it. Come on, let's decide what's next. We have to finish it by sundown, okay?

"Mm-hmm. Then we'll pull the next one."

"Master Durandal broke through World War 1... and. Please, Lord."

Levi, who finished writing the tournament table, gives out the box.

The load gently stirred inside before pulling out one piece of paper.

"Who's next?

The name that was written on the paper that was opened that was--

"Oh, the first... Brewnak"

From the notebook Mel holds, a spear shining in orange gives his face.

When Lord gave life, Brewnak appeared in military uniform from the dazzling light.

"Long time no see, Brew...... Nak?

But something's wrong somewhere.

He was rattling and shivering scared of something.

"Duh, what's up...?

"... not listening"

"Huh?"

"I didn't hear that you were coming out!

"Heh!? Oh, hey... tiger -"

"Hey, please don't give me a name! Horrible......"

"That's it..."

Being a spear of thunder, he is not good at the sea, and yet another person...... that is, his bad consciousness was amplified to its fullest by Trident.

Sometimes it's the same classification of spears, or Brewnak was probably a teasing opponent for Trident.

As a result, the ocean, which even he did not like, became the object of fear, and he became hectic just because he felt the ocean.

"Excalibur... I lied about not answering...!

"As it is, well... you see, you might not hit it, and we should just do it to the point where we can anyway"

"That's... well..."

"I'll pull them off anyway. Okay, this. Er... ah..."

"I abstain"