July 27th.
"Oh, you...... what the heck, that!?
"Hey, I'm dying..."
The twins, who had trained more than twice as often over the past ten days and were awaiting the return of their example mentor, finally turned that time after school on the same day.
Before his rematch in the same time, in the same place and in the same climate as before, Lunaquin saw his apprentice - half confused and half angry with his feelings when he saw Holloro.
He laughed badly, because it was not an exaggeration to call it a full-blown creation full of bandages and damp cloths.
Throughout this period, she could not understand what it meant to fail to recover herself by Photon and what it meant to lack the seriousness to do all she could.
"I don't know what you've been training for, but you've really been licked. Such a dilapidated state...... what, it's not the same if you throw away the battle already?
"I didn't throw it away, this is my best now"
"... what do you mean?
Lunaquin put his anger in his voice and slapped his neck.
"Actually, I've been doing something like special training, and I've been using Photon until I almost died... and now I'm... recovering from Photon is incredibly slow."
Holloro cheeks at his fingertips and continues, "What do you mean..." without changing his nagging mood.
"The instructor says that this is the only time I'm going to have to recover slower because I suddenly run out of photons I never used before and my body hasn't been able to adapt,"
With Photon continuing to fight to the point of depletion, Holoro's body was experiencing temporary anomalies.
The photons he has been able to use since birth are insignificant in amount. Now he was unfamiliar with a huge amount of loss and was in a state that he could not make up for with about two days of sleep a day.
In other words, my body was surprised when I was suddenly forced to run an unprecedented body function.
"So what... now that we have less photon left, you mean we can't even turn it for the wound healing?
"I wonder if that's going to happen. But the fatalities are already healed, so I don't think it's a problem to fight."
"Make a fool of me... Fine, I won't give a shit what you're in. I will defeat you and take instruction from Instructor John... because I don't know I regret it."
Renakuin tends to say, "Now is the time…" as he turns to John, who had refrained by his side.
"You can keep your promise, can't you?
"Absolutely. Shall we start?"
John responded so clearly to this.
Soon, the game will take place about inside the exercise area. When Holloro and Lunaquin stood up against each other, John stood between them, and Solquin stood in the faraway winding.
The same position that stood ten days ago brought back the memory of a tragic defeat in Holoro's brain. But I don't even let it sink in wonder.
In my heart, there was also a positive feeling that I wanted to see how much I had grown in this game.
That's what he did with the wooden knife in front of his eyes. It was nothing like ten days ago.
You don't expect the other person to punch in, nor are you overly aware of the detour. I had the impression that it could be described as an ad hoc attack in its own right.
"What the... you're so worn out... you're getting fewer photons than I am, why... why are you making me feel more temperamental than I did ten days ago? This is like..."
Lunaquin shrugged remembering the creepiness to Hollor, who was even smiling in this situation.
I have no idea what the hell I did...
I'd like to think it might be hard to get over again, like before, but I don't think...
I don't think I should......
I felt as if I had been caught up by something big, even faintly fearful. But if John shows signs to signal, she'll have to burn an even stronger fighting spirit and get rid of this.
"Together? So... here we go!
You're an idiot, so you're saying that doesn't seem......!?
Leaving the stray behind, Lunaquin hit the lead. As he stepped in low position into the pre-diagonal intermission of Holoro, he swung the wooden sword of one hand across his side. restraint so that the cuttoe plunders the other's thighs.
From this first start, the dance gained momentum at once.
Interlocking with irregularly inverted foot carriage, she makes her upper body bigger. Immediately after intruding deep into the opponent's intermission, he took a fateful blow from the bottom up diagonally.
That would be a handful of students even in sophomore year, it was a quick series of attacks. Until ten days ago, it would be natural to think that Hololo, who could only have far less strength than they had, could not cope in the end.
"Become...!?
The sword body of the attacking sword was judged as it slipped through the body of the wooden knife to be received. And he quickly reversed his offense with a bodyguard who took only one step.
Lunaquin groans when he sees the wooden knife flinch at Holoro's shoulder. Though I could take a sharply swept wooden knife with a double sword, it could not lead to reward.
Oh, no way, they read it? No, I'm not...
I can't believe the artists reversed the offense with only one hand. I can only wear it in ten days...
When she pays a wooden knife to her chest to stutter, she jumps big and distance herself from the hollow.
"Good... even outside the temper, that feeling is still alive. The photon operation is a little different, but it looks like we can do the same. I can see movement properly......"
The sharpening of the senses acquired in his temper - with the power of 'complete sensation', Holoro was seeing out his double sword.
He learned to manipulate in extreme conditions where life and death were next to each other, and he was wearing the technique of pushing and spreading photons out of his body without worrying.
His sensory abilities are so high that he cannot be compared to any other student, nor to any of the knights in the line of Toto.
"... what the heck, this... my double sword, my father's double sword, the double sword of Custev, who has spent years drilling, is inferior to just ten days of growth... I won't admit it, I won't admit it, no!
I am irritated by the inferiority of the fudge and disturb my mind from denial.
Lunaquin stepped forward and pointed a sharp poke at Hollow. Then I was avoided many times, and I don't mind being judged. Trying to control your opponent by hand, abandon yourself and wave your two swords constantly.
I trained for ten days...
Solquin helped me out, too, and I did it better than usual, and yet...
Tears of remorse began on the way, her voice trembled, and she breathed "of the double sword..."
"Nobody wanted the power of a double sword, nobody taught me, nobody taught me the right or left, and our growth started to lag, and it was as if my father taught me the time of a double sword was going to stop, and I couldn't wait to do that, so we've been waving our double swords every day!
Forcing his hands in the grip of his double sword, Lunaquin continues.
"The guys who go through here all the time, more or less, yes, you don't even want to specifically polarize the sword, wave the wooden sword as if you were playing, take it lightly that someone tells you, mock our double swords with shallow knowledge for the quote, you're kidding me! We are... we are..."
The weir of emotion I had been carrying had been cut off.
Why can't you reach my double sword...
Lunaquin, who began to lose his temper of war, stops moving and stops to his verbal butt as he slows down his voice. By the time he groaned, "Why..." without power, his eyes and void had dried up the tears that flowed.
Oh, yeah...
So did you...
That's painful, isn't it hard...
From the look and words I have seen and heard from her, Holoro perceives and empathizes with her heart.
- Expected on its own, abandoned, scorned, no matter how much I wished, no one told me.
"... I know exactly how you feel."
Hollow said somewhere, smiling in self-derision.
To the beating words of sympathy: "... what?" and spilled a voice of confusion. Lunaquin had no choice but to wait for its sincerity to be told. A man named Holloro-Fiodiante, I couldn't figure it out.
"I didn't know anyone could teach me the sword until a little while ago. When I said I could do it myself, it was just the wrong bareback, and I still shake it like I remember one of my idiots every day... I probably regretted it."
"You... what...?
Hollows, besides, rebuild the wooden knife.
Slightly half-body with your right foot in front of you, a soothing impression if you lower your hips. A lightly attached wooden knife on your left hand is held horizontal with your left hip. It was like taking everything.
It is one of five systems of shapes taught by John - "The Structure of the Yellow Dragon".
"I can't stop here... I feel so painful, so sore, so close to dying that I finally seem to be on par with you. Your two swords are amazing."
"... I'm not anymore"
Lunaquin hesitates to continue, but when Hollow tells him this, he can't help standing back.
"I don't laugh at your double-swords, I respect you... so if you're serious about waving your double-swords with all your strength, I'm serious about responding with all my strength... come on, let's keep the game going"
The voice color was soft and warm.