In the vicinity of the Grand Arena, not long after the opening ceremony, visitors, local merchants, etc. from various countries were often seen going out. As of today, Draciera's population density had temporarily increased by about 50%.
I could say how militant festivals are attracting world interest is visually and numerically represented.
The Martial Arts Festival, which has an unconventional economic effect, shall have a duration of the competition of 21 days of consecration of the Divine Tree. If the protection was grated on December 11th, it will be by December 31st, the day before its effectiveness is lost.
In the meantime, we can decide on a new champion for this fiscal year. Or last year's champion reigns at the top unchanged.
"Hey... what's next?
Western delegates exiting the Grand Arena head to rendezvous with the instructors.
On the road, there was an appearance of Lunaquin complaining in ear to mute.
That has been repeated over and over in the course of months when the two of us got to know each other, that was a sight that seemed friendly - other delegates watching loosened their mouths and spilled "you're a busy guy".
Distracted in it, Holoro, who was looking at the whole thing even more, chuckled.
"Senior Holoro, what are you laughing at? Could it be..."
Eventually, Lunaquin, who has transferred consciousness, tells me at the same rate as usual.
Everyone has something to hide and worry about. You should be able to have that for Mr. Mute. Because there will be no decision I have to tell someone. Sometimes time solves......
Maybe it's my concern in the first place...
"No... anything. Nothing."
Holloro shrugged so considerately that he could tell himself.
"Senior Hololo, you can actually vaporize brilliantly now. I'm gonna stroke you and praise you."
"Really? That's reliable............... that?
I pull my consciousness back on a daily basis as I deal with Lunaquin, who gives me his head.
But what I was able to do was just, just between bundles.
You should have known what she was holding. I should have had her tell me what she was holding. I should have kept paying attention to what she was holding - everything I felt right now, I was relaxed.
Mute stops, as she has forgotten how to walk.
He stared at a point somewhere, as the delegates had left him and even forgotten about it. I open my eyes round, wrinkle tightly between my brows, and breathe heavily on my shoulders. I could see the blood dripping down in that gripping fist.
Obviously not a normal human condition. Her shapes and tricks were so much.
"... Mr. Mute?
Holoro, who first noticed and looked back, couldn't wait to have a bad feeling.
Delegates who later notice the anomaly stop again and look back. Focus on the fellow who left him about ten medas earlier.
From there their gaze began to explore what the mutt was staring at and found something that seemed to be causing more or less.
It was about thirty medas ahead, on a straight line to which her eyes were directed.
"Teacher Gilvim, we'll do our best!
'Everything you've been taught is on your mind, so expect it'
"Thanks to the instructor, we can be strong, and maybe we can go for the win."
Representative students, who I think are Imperial training school students, are flocking to one big man and laughing.
Light brown short hair with a deep carved face. A large, muscular flesh whose students' foreheads finally reach their shoulders. Thick arms, like its round-tails, make you feel the power that seems easy to grab a human with one hand up as well.
"Good luck with that. I'm here for you, too. You're not doing too well, are you?
He looks like he might intimidate the other person, but his expression is calm and doesn't even look like it.
"... Gilvim-Edelturk?
In mute's memory, the big man's contour was burnt.
The name spills to make sure from its mouth. That clearly caught the attention of the big man. Then her fist was opened and placed on the pattern of a long sword lowered to her waist. Together, the body lowered its posture and began to practice.
Reluctant to step out, Holloro repeats the call "Mr. Mute".
Next clap, something could play in the mute.
The skill with which he had exhausted his talents turned into a brilliant one with tremendous energy by tolerating the strong will he had refused. Surrounded by a blue and white torrent, her body was in complete control of her abilities, as if she already knew how to use them.
"Only you are my hand, and I will kill you!
Touching the signs of resentment that sparked its brilliance, I am convinced that it is in danger any more.
Reaching out quickly, but acting too late to make it reach. Mute pulls out her long sword, kicks the ground at her feet, and packs her intermission with the big man with the momentum to reach divine speed.
There's no sign of her before her hand reaches out - Holoro grabbed it.
"YAHHHHH!?
There was a scream from by the big man. Mute was piercing the big man's chest with a long sword. He was yelling and scattering in a force that did not send the representative students of the empire around him, whether to bathe in returning blood or to spit the blood of his opponent.
"I won't make you say you forgot me! You're the only one I can tell!
"Are you... no way teh - stuffed!?
A man who tried to hold something in his mouth is frightened when a long sword is pulled out in one breath.
"Don't call me! I threw that name away, I've thrown everything away since that day! Only you die in my hands!
"... well. You've grown."
A mutt with a bloody long sword over his head pulls his strength toward the big man on his knees.
Holoro interrupted between the two in an aggressive manner. Push the big guy over and get a white blade instead. Slashed from his shoulder pretty deep, he collapsed, sprinkled with blood.
"What did you do... I'm asking you what you did!?
Lunaquin, brilliant, approached behind a mute who was suddenly self-defeated. Put your hands together and hit her in the back of the head. The blow was powerful enough to stun a brilliantly vaporized capable man.
"... the Cialisa instructor. Find Teacher Cialisa now!
"But the protection of the Divine Tree..."
"No, it should be tomorrow for the protection to take effect"
"It's a waste of time, let's all split up"
Django raises his voice. Tihania says in a hurry. Nacolin calmly denies it. Watrod urges everyone to act, and some of the Westerners run out into the scatter.
"So that's why... I told you so"
Sitting by the disoriented mutt, Lunaquin is stunned.
Holoro, who was still a little conscious, regretted it all the time, if, what if. But no matter how much I regretted it, I couldn't take it back. The moment was overlooked.
Just a few more moments, if you had reached out......
And then the other day, he doesn't remember very well.