Princes Battle to Concede the Throne

I was completely alarmed.

No matter what I do wrong, the Emperor's throne can't come to my concubine's youngest son or something.

But I misjudged the negative calories of my brothers. I didn't expect you to do everything in your power to avoid succession to the throne so far.

In the lattice, a tiger (EF) is laughing, as he has won.

"Evil (Watari) Si Xuan (Sugan)...... I'll let you get out of this fight."

"You're a coward, brother! What do you think the First Prince's honor is!

"I am. I'm not interested in status or honor or anything like that. Hehe."

"At least just mind the shame and the outside."

With that said, I thought in my stomach, "Do the same thing tonight..."

Seriously Sanlong (Sauran) won't be able to run into this kind of scandal because the roots are shady, and Erzhu (Lyausha), a woman, just shame wins - it should.

After a tiger, he will be chased, but now he will be able to finalize the second defect.

"By the way, if anyone does the same next thing, it's the existence that strips him of all his authority as a prince and sentences him to deportation from the country. Never again."

And the emperor unleashed restraint from the throne on the arrowhead he thought so.

I'm stuck in words. I hate to take the throne of the emperor, but for that reason, it is the end of the line when it comes to exile from the country, etc.

"Ichiti, don't think you got out of your candidacy with this, too. Rather, I would even like to appreciate only its audacity, whatever the means, for a purpose."

"Oh, come on. Are you insane, Dad? You don't just have to be darkless to act... What matters is what you do, okay?

One tiger, a manifestation of power of action, despises himself.

Indeed, his actions are hopelessly inconsiderate. Though not thoughtful enough to say anything about this one and others.

The Emperor alternates between a tiger and me with the kind of eyes he sees in the garbage.

"Anyway, I know perfectly well that the heart of all of you is equally lazy. If you are, you will no longer have to choose a successor purely because of a difference in abilities"

If you're unwilling, do you want me to at least put in the ability? It's reasonable, but...

"I mean, Your Majesty. Doesn't that mean you choose me after all?

"Si Xuan. I've been thinking about this for a long time, but don't you look down on your brothers?

"To be honest. It's better if you're okay with this."

That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna show the Hundoshi guy in the cage with my finger.

"Hey, don't be silly, Si Xuan. Who says you're okay? He thinks how distressed I am with this behavior."

"Shut up, brother."

Before the ugly brotherly fight, the emperor sighs.

"From the rest, Si Xuan. Your stupidity is no different from that of the others. From now on, it's up to you to identify your strengths and weaknesses. Head to the first dojo now."

"Yes, sir."

"Not a single tiger. You can get out of that cage on your own. Keep your sinners to that extent."

"Heh."

A tiger with force in his arm broke the shackles of his rear hand without difficulty, and with his rigid arm he tore open the iron lattice. Although it is a simple cage placed on a trolley, it is an unlikely force in an ordinary person.

"Let the dojo also hasten to Erzhu and Sanlong. So let's do a mock fight for all four and see who wins. I'm looking forward to seeing how far your martial arts have reached."

For a moment, my gaze and that of a tiger crossed.

What we were thinking was obvious to each other.

- I wondered how I could intentionally lose.

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There was no conversation with a tiger walking side by side on the road to the dojo. The air of urgency that preceded the battle, is a little different. It is silent because we are trying to take all the measures necessary to defeat if we are to win.

I think with my hands on my chin.

You must not give them a second gap. You have to decide to lose the moment the game starts.

i.e. peeling white eyes and falling at the same time as the start (acting). The cause of this is a slaughter that someone released too soon - this is it.

At that time, an elongated figure fluttered out of the bend in front of him. For a man, he has a long forehead and is a creepy person who gives the impression of a ghost if he stands on the night lane.

"Oh... are you two going to be in the dojo? Damn, your father's in trouble, isn't he? Suddenly calling…"

It is the Third Prince's Sanlong who narrows his eyes while coughing with the go-between. Though he is an honorable man wrapped in a coarse dressing in a writing style, he is also one of the emperor's most extravagant.

Speaking of a tiger's outfit, by the way, it still remains a hundosi. The white monochrome fabric is written with a masterful ink brush as "a tiger". It's a disgrace to the country.

The shame of such a country puts itself on the shelf and makes a great point to Sanlong.

"Hey Sanryu. Stop acting like that lung disease. My dad found out I was sick."

"Pseudomonas? What are you talking about, Brother Tiger? There's no way I'm such a despicable imitator... oh, I resent this sick body. If only my life had been a little longer, the emperor wouldn't have bluffed."

"Sick and weak? What are you talking about? Just be an emperor and I'll back you up."

"Both Brother Tiger and Brother Dragon need to stop arguing ugly. We'll settle everything at the dojo anyway."

I didn't want to be disturbed by the barren controversy. Now I have to combine the acting composition of defeat perfectly in my head. A scream of agony when slashed. Pretend to faint to weaken your whole body. It would probably be great if it even blew bubbles in addition to white eyes.

But that was my assumption sweet.

The battle for defeat had already begun on this occasion.

"Backup in the shadows......? Oh, right. How happy would I have been to take the throne of emperor while being celebrated..."

It was too late when I suddenly wondered if Sanryu had created a glowing voice color.

It sways as if his body were blown by the wind and leans toward the floor of the aisle. And there was red blood on the edge of his mouth.

At the same time as he fell to the bluff, he spit a lot of blood on the floor.

"You plotted it!

The words that me and Ichiti shouted almost simultaneously, but were not worried about him. For the eyes of the three dragons that lay down in the midst of the blood were shimmering in no more vivacity.

"Heh heh... I gave you the 'gelo' as you wish. A special blood paste that builds up in this stomach. Even official doctors are powerful enough to be seen as real. If I expose this tragic sight to the public, my defeat will be assured...! Come on, gather your witnesses!

Saying so, Sanryu rattled the call bell that had been planted on the dressing sleeve.