September 1. Date of the Western Selection Competition.
The sunny weather this morning had a clear blue color that made me think it would last the other few days.
Not far from the cottage where the athletes spent the night, this huge circular arena can be found outside the city of Valper Lake. The maximum capacity is approximately 30,000 people.
It is a small thing when compared to an arena owned by another country, but it would also be large enough for the two athletes to cross swords.
The passenger seat was filled with residents of Valper Lake who were eager to host it. Also around the arena was the appearance of a merchant who came from afar to open an outdoor shop by multiplying this man's entry.
'… Therefore, my country of Westeria hereby declares the holding of a swordsmanship delegate selection competition!
The tournament management representative declared it prestigious.
Representative candidates for the first, third and sixth knight training schools, where there is a soldier's degree in swordsmanship - a total of twelve students were listening side-by-side in a row about inside the arena.
A loudspeaker using photon stones, which echoed throughout the arena, cheered from the guest seats, and the dry atmosphere trembled with astonishment.
"This is more a description of the tournament.
For one thing, the tournament shall now be divided into six players, one from the other, using a winning method.
Two, the basics are all four fights, but for the convenience of the number of people, a framework of all three fights shall be set up, one pair from east to west.
Three, because the combination shall be fair, the result of the drawing of lots on this occasion shall remain unchanged.
That's it. First, let's ask you guys to pull the lottery. '
From the boxes that are turned into operations as they progress, the candidates for representation choose one envelope at a time.
Since it was sequential from left, there was only no option for the hollows that were at the right end.
I kind of feel a little lost, but, well, he says the leftovers have blessings...
Holloro, who thinks positively, opens it with other candidates for representation. Inside was a fold of western paper filled with numbers.
"The combination will be 1 to 2, 3 to 4, 5 to 6...... 11 to 12. Raise each western paper."
The respective assigned numbers were as follows:
Holoro says' 8 'mute says' 2 'Lunaquin says' 4 'Solquin says' 12 '
Django says' 11 'Tor says' 6 'Void says' 9 'Cyan says' 1 '
Other first students are '3' and '7'.
and other sixth students. '5' and '10'
"As a result of the lottery, the first game is First - Cyan-Eta vs. Third - Mute-Shhalv. This shall be held as a half-minute later. Dismissed '
"Hmm... the hollows seem to have been splashed in good shape. How's Mute doing?
"I'm concentrating in the modest room. Holoro, you're going with her, too, and most importantly, it's about her, so you won't have to worry. I can guarantee that."
After the ceremony, some combination tables were stuck out in the corridors of the arena.
John ascertains the results and asks Nene how Mute is doing. Still, in fact, her reply and insides were the same, not annoying at all.
"Is the frame of the holoro from all three wars? This also means, well, luck is among the strengths... Mmm, Solquin's opponent is a kid named Sixth Django? According to the story of Lord Cialisa, he seems to be the best user in the sixth."
"The first, called the elite school of swordsmanship, sums up the tournament every year. But last year, Django, you lost World War II, and he won the first student in World War I."
"Well, what is First Knight Training School? Is it such a skilled school in swordsmanship... I'm not more willing to change my mind, but shouldn't I have raised my first student back from the beginning?
"No...... that's why we have a deep connection with the Federation as well. The Authority also avoided communicating the circumstances of the example to the first president. I don't have a very good reputation."
Nene, who followed past memories, said in a fed up mouthful.
"Well, it's not good enough for that impolite man to make it wide. The students were also students, and their bare behavior seemed bad"
"If someone can't be a selective delegate, they'll also lose the opportunity to coach the children of the Westerian delegate"
"So it all costs this, or..."
Aren't you the lords who frustrate you in a place like this...?
Once again, John looked at the table of combinations and remembered the Hollords who were now coming to the Games.
"Well, then, come along."
I got the drop-off word from Holloro, and Mute let Rin's expression contain joy.
"Oh... instead of you, I'll pay you back what I owed you yesterday"
A modest room for small athletes.
There was a place of dusty struggle on one side, where the sun slipped through the blown ceiling as it passed through the ceiling that continued from there. Mute and Cyan reveal themselves from a diagonal angle, each walking to the center.
For just this, the seats boiled down, creating a bloody atmosphere.
"Matches are played using wooden swords, etc. The rule of settlement shall be stun, surrender, or if one party is determined to be unable to continue fighting. A deliberate attack on a spot that kills an opponent is a caution and an unconditional defeat if the opponent is actually killed. Note - '
Before the start signal, the referee will explain the rules of the match.
I didn't put this in my ear, and I let Cyan nibble at me with a method that didn't float around. Yesterday today, his Xing was on the ride that the opportunity to compete had turned around early.
"Not at all, no way... you don't have any luck either. Because there's nothing dasher than trying at speed and losing at speed, at best try not to be ashamed of yourself, duh... Yi."
"... you're a guy who likes to chat"
Mute didn't even get along. It's not like there's no anger though. The man in front of her, who slapped Holoro in the face, in the eyes that looked at it, she unconsciously represented it as true.
"Then we'll play the first game over this. Both positions. '
We stood in a constant position about ten medas away from each other.
The audience quiets back at a moment of heightened tension, with everyone paying attention to one point.
Shortly after, the start of the first match - the start of the selection competition for Westerian swordsmanship representatives was announced.
"Begin!"
Almost at the same time, Cyan was kicking the ground. Use manipulation and physical energy to increase leg strength and accelerate all at once. He ran around the place of struggle in all directions, trying to mess up the mute as it was.
You're fast, you're a genius, if you can react at the level of a third-rate school, then react...!
When he makes a sudden change of direction, he assaults behind her without stalling.
Only a few people in the general audience have been able to follow a series of movements correctly with their eyes.
The power that allows man to move beyond the original realm, which resides in a special life energy called Photon. This would be one end of the spectrum where the ability to possess extraordinary photons is established as a weapon.
Sometimes, the tournament is also a place where its advantages and disadvantages are shown.
Without plundering, Cyan was avoided cutting into the mute. He was beaten back at a different moment, and before I knew it, he even smashed his ankle bone. If he broke his attitude without falling, he couldn't help but stop moving too.
What? What, what's going on...?
You didn't get hit, in that instant my speed was cut off, and that shouldn't be, it can't be...
While healing his crushed bones with photons, he asked, "What's going on...? ♪ And wolf. ♪
"Absolute confidence in speed, a sword whose aim looks clear just because it's fast... well, I've been fighting in such a way that I've never seen it... as much as I'm ashamed of it..."
Previously, I would have been able to deal with the current cut or no......
Until then I had not seen anything but my own sword......
Mute muttered self-inflicted, compared to her thoughts.
Follow Cyan with pale eyes, who once again began to move in disarray. When she accelerated to the next clap, the rate at which the opponent could not be seen, which increased her physical abilities overall with manipulation and physical qi, she did the same and returned it.
It was easy to approach someone who had lost sight of herself, and by the time she was noticed, she had already stuck with the agreement.
"You know what? When we meet someone who challenges at speed and loses at speed, they say we have no escape."
All over Cyan, stunned and tense, Mute gave up a super-speed rambling. If even one of those sarcasms was called upon when pruning their consciousness, it was a somewhat lowering thought.
The outcome of the match did not even have to be confirmed by the referee. The arena had a winner's name, Mute-Shhalv, who twisted his opponent at an overwhelming speed.
The Westerly Swordsmanship Delegates' Selection Competition opened as the guest seats became noisy over an instant settlement.