"That... instructor Nene?
"Mr. Lunaquin, are you awake?"
Rocked by Nene's back running through the Valper Lake woods, Lunaquin woke up blurry.
In her eyes, the turbulent view of the conifers was flowing at a rate that she could not grasp well.
I leave the coniferous trunk-like thing directly beside me, and the whirling sound of the air is in my ears. A bird chirp that would have been nearby could have disappeared away in just a few seconds.
This view at the entrance to the world of divine speed was what Nene, who cared about Lunaquin's body, even slowed down his progress as far as possible.
"How the hell did I... Solquin come to the contrary, fight, make up... ah!?
"It's okay now, because I'm here to help. How are you feeling better than that?
Nene calms down Lunaquin, disturbed by remembering he was kidnapped.
"A little around the chest is a little moisturizing... but yes, it's ok"
"Really? Is the photon going to work?
"Looks like we can use it. How so?
"I'm in a bit of a hurry, so if you can use your physical and hard temper, I can run a little faster..."
"Uh, oh, okay"
Even though I don't know the circumstances, as I was told for now, Lunaquin cemented herself in Photon.
"Please hold on tight...... then you will!
Increase the amount Nene exercises and concentrate on her legs and trunk.
"What... hey, hey!?
"Shut your mouth, I'll bite your tongue!
The sound was dull, the trees in front were distant and curved, and the world was losing color, and it looked white and black. When the acceleration applied to the body increased sharply, Lunaquin was also likely to be fumbled away.
The coniferous leaves that blur the skin with this momentum are undoubtedly the murder weapon that will not allow you to bleed without hardness.
Her best shot at stepping into such a world of divine speed was to turn away from a safe and distant world, make herself strong in fear, and desperately cling to Nene's back.
Around the time the game started and twenty minutes went by.
"Hey, what is it, you ha!?
"Ha... to this extent, it was still harder to be in the mood..."
The heat in the guest seats in the arena had cooled completely, with only a slight blurring.
Continue to receive Void's wooden sword unilaterally without any sign of waving the wooden sword in your hand. It's no wonder he's a full-blown creative whenever he falls, but somehow he never falls.
Such has been the case since those who were cursing began to question the deeds of the hollow, and to think of a reason.
Should I stop him already, no, his eyes are not dead......
What the hell are you thinking, what are your eyes looking at, what are you waiting for...
The referee tried many times before to declare an end to a match in which no sword was ever exchanged. Still, when I also observed that Holoro's eyes did not lose their brilliance and seemed to be looking at something, I was so thoughtful.
"Depressing, disgusting, don't fall...... shit!?
What was in Void's mind was a rush.
If I understood that my actions were detached from humanity, I felt that the longer the game prolonged, the more obvious the bad deeds were.
This is evident in the guest seats, with no one to support themselves as one, just noted for their chilling.
That's crazy, that my sword isn't working...?
Is that possible, how many shots did you think you hit...
Above all, I was wrongful, and after twenty minutes with it, I was confused by the fact that I had not been able to defeat Hollow.
"A little more... and a little more..."
On the other hand, the limits of the hollow were close.
The body continues to be constantly beaten, swollen and bleeding into lacerations. The bones were cracked or broken.
Sometimes the blurring consciousness bites off the lips and connects them, while the sieve of the knee that is about to collapse is tapped and stopped. I thought I shouldn't make a recovery because they wouldn't notice me buying time, just to make me think I was doing evil things.
"So you want to win, ah!?
"You're the one... you wanted to win by doing this, didn't you?
"Shut the fuck up!
"... you just answered because you asked me, didn't you?
"Shit!?
The frustrating Void wooden sword wields fierceness, and Holoro begins to be struck again.
Oh, hey, it's tight...
Don't listen to your body...
But I don't want to give up. Because I'm sure instructor John will do something about it......
Even though I desperately endured that thought, my feet fluttered with unexpected claps.
"... hey no, it's working right!
Taken at once by a nasty loose-faced void, he speeded up his visit to the limit.
"- Senior Holloro!
To the lid, calling his name from a quiet guest seat, Hollor noticed a voice he remembered.
It also sounded like that, like screaming from the bottom of my belly, heating a cold guest seat.
"Senior Holloro! I'm safe, I'm fine now, fight me!
"That's right, fight it, Hollow! There's nothing to bind you to anymore, fight!
Following Void's gaze, which solidifies when he sees something, Holloro sees the passenger seat.
Lunaquin on the crying side, there are also mutes and nene figures next door. It seemed like the eyes kept screaming, not even early. "Fight," they said.
I had one more breath to take...
But isn't this guy a bug breath anymore, beat him in with even one more shot? Ah...
As Void sounded his nose, he shook a wooden sword, taking the promised victory to the present.
"Now, you're late!
The wooden sword that is swung down is aimed at the head that remains pointing at the passenger seat - the brain.
The audience took a breath at a moment in this tragedy, but the implications quickly turned.
The wooden sword was not looked at from the hollow and was just taken lightly with one hand.
In the first place, the wooden sword was neither sharp nor powerful enough for him to deserve to receive with a wooden knife. If there had been no injustice, it would have been only to that extent as it seemed to him.
"Uh... that... ahhh... what?
Suddenly, Horolo's photon swelled abnormally, and Void's face drew from his instinctive fright.
I use my strength to wave my opponent's hand, but the wooden sword doesn't even move Pickle.
"Good... I was safe. Instructor John did something for me, Instructor Nene brought me"
Holoro closed his eyes softly and filled his body with the practise of the whole body.
I'm glad I believed you all, Instructor John...
Oh, yeah...
Then this thought will surely trigger me...
I'll believe everyone, always will, no matter what...
He is finally in brilliant vaporization due to the strong will he has become aware of.
There was a tremendous amount of energy that was going to blow up the arena.
The vortex of blue light, which does not overflow from his entire body, blasts through the atmosphere and runs cracks as if it were a natural mutation at his feet. It heals the fullness and leaves no trace of it.
In the meantime, the guests' seats swung wide.
"Oh, hey... wait... I didn't hear... I didn't hear this!
Void, who gave up his wooden sword, lets go and retreats like a wolf.
His will was frustrated at a time when he was visibly overwhelmed by mighty brilliance.
"You don't surrender... do you?
At the feet of his opponent, who was likely to declare his surrender, Holoro threw a wooden sword and returned it.
"... hey referee, oh, my loss, because it's my loss"
The referee never granted Void's declaration.
That word "I'm safe"......
Not that this boy named Holoro was just distracted by the cheapness of his friends...
Most importantly, his eyes weren't dead. First of all there is something......
The referee, contemplating the previous, had heeded Lunaquin's cry in his ear, associating himself with the first injustice.
"... pick it up"
Holoro could calmly say to Void, who was protesting against the declaration being unacceptable. Whether their opponents were trembling with fear, they did not intend to acknowledge the declaration, as did the referee.
"You know, I don't like very strong words. I don't like to talk to them... but I'm not in the mood to say so right now... pick it up."
"Wait, I'm sorry, I lost..."
Eyes with a flame of fire, the shapes that I don't remember ever pointing at anyone, freeing them from their repressed minds - Hololo yells at Void, with a wooden knife.
"Pick up that sword, set up that sword, fight with me as hard as you can, and I'll take you as seriously as I can!
"Hih... I..."
Shortly after Void picked up the wooden sword and erected it, Holloro filled the time with a single leap.
When he paid off the wooden sword, and dived into his pocket, he struck his opponent's jaw with a wooden knife pattern. I won't stay with this. It increases the beating of excessive speeds from body twitching accelerated by body strengthening due to brilliance.
From the body of the opponent who laid down, there was a sound that could be crushed.
The true value of Kensei's swordsmanship is demonstrated only by stepping into the opponent's time. He was caught in a series of strikes that didn't even allow him to breathe the weave of his body surgery, but at the end of the day, as long as he was touching that complete sensation, he wouldn't even be allowed to fight back.
"... let's not do this anymore... any more, you're gonna die"
"Ah, but... ah... uhh..."
The response changed, and Holoro, who returned to me, looked back at the void of the hadn't, and held his hand tight.
No matter how much I hate you, don't kill me...
Above all, it's supposed to be the most abominable thing about being a gentle knight...
He felt a bad aftertaste in the appearance of his opponent, who couldn't even catch up with the healing, spilling groans and collapsing.
"That's it! Winner, Holloro-Fiodiante!
The referee confirms Void's breath and declares a settlement.
The winner of this game, which spanned more than twenty minutes, stood to the end on the battlefield, hollow.
Unfold the concentration of brilliance and fall in with overwork, squarely oriented.
Thus he whispered to the blue sky, which was distant in consciousness and visible until it was interrupted.
"... thank you, Teacher John"