Princes Battle to Concede the Throne

Sanryu (Sauran), who hung up the bell, dipped his face to drown in a bloodbath. What a coward. Something that would even be a prince.

What do you want me to do? Hold the back of your head like this as a sanction, suffocate you and kill you?

No, no matter how despicable my brother is, I don't have an ex or a child to kill. I am plunged into the afterlife from the struggle for a push over this throne. You can't lose a candidate for the human pillar here.

"Nice work, Sanryu! If you're that sick, I'll send you to the afterlife right now!

But my eldest brother, Ichiti (EF), still lacked thought. He tries to drop his heel, shaken up to the top of his head, into the neck of Sanlong as a blade on the truncating platform.

So Sanryu turns one over.

Avoid crushing the floor with a single piece of paper.

Then all the heels that are swung down twice and three times are sent back to the fold, just a splash of blood paste and fragments scattered across the aisle.

I strangled a tiger in a hurry.

"Relax, brother. Brother Ryu is also a valuable candidate for emperor. If they kill us, they'll strangle us."

"Let go of me, Sixuan. I can't forgive this lowlife. I'll break your thin neck."

But it's blood. Sanryu, who sinks all around, looked at this one with spare eyes.

"Hehe... for nothing. There is no one to my right in escape and evasion. Come on, if you make a scene so far, people should be here for sure by now. You should fight for the throne with three other people besides me..."

And so me and Ichiti looked at each other.

Not only were the ringing bells of the three dragons, but the loud noise of smashing the floor should have sounded in a hustle all over the palace, but no one rushed in.

The reason for this was to sneak behind our backs at some point.

"How long are you guys going to be exposed to Abao? Or do you want me to get out of the emperor's throne by showing off my idiots?

It was my sister Erzhu (Lyausha) who stood idly fanning herself.

She has a long, skinny body and a beautiful appearance. The constantly wrapped brocade is an inflammatory substitute with cuts to the thighs, and it emits so much colour that if it had been in the flower district, a contract would have arrived immediately from the great exhaustion.

Just don't let that look fool you. She is also one of the succession candidates recognized for strength by the Emperor. Among other things, she even has a strange stunt.

"It's useless to expose yourself like that, Sanryu. I've already paid people around here."

"... were you being read"

"Ha n. Don't lick my fortune. Your shallow plan on the bottom seems clear to me."

She calls herself 'I can use witchcraft'.

There are many kinds, but the best at predicting the future is divination. Its accuracy may be described as almost hundreds of centuries.

However, I suspect that this fortune telling and doing is not a paranormal ability, but only a speculative judgment from the information she gets -

"I'll go to the dojo soon. I see 'Lose', so it's easy."

"Wait, sister. Whose prospect is it to win?

I call off Erzhu, who folds his fan and walks away towards the dojo. She never stops in particular,

"Come on? I wouldn't have divorced anyone if it wasn't for me. If you were me, you'd be sad, Sixuan."

Suggested possibilities make me feel like I'm in a hurry, but desperately calm myself down. This could also be a psychological battle for Erzhu's specialty. Rather than divination, this is how you lay the cloth stone to bring it closer to the future you want.

That's not why the possibilities are a third. Still a quarter. Don't be confused.

If I ever give up the fact that no witnesses will come, then Sanryu will also stand up bloody and head toward Tobotobo and the dojo in an unpleasant manner. (i) The tiger is keeping an eye on its back so that it does not escape.

"I'm the one who loses."

I held my fist firmly as I stared at my older siblings.

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"I don't need a weapon! I've got enough bare hands!

"I can't, Father. I can't argue with my brothers..."

"I have a seizure of illness at a time like this......!

And this is the situation a second after the start of the duel.

By the way, while these dialogues are getting messy, I'm also falling into the dojo floor with my white eyes peeled off as originally planned.

Here's the rule of duel.

Look seriously at the wooden knife given to each of you, and lose if you take a knife with a wooden knife at the steep point. This means that an attack other than a wooden knife is null and void, and no matter how many attacks you give with your bare hands, the winning conditions cannot be met.

This means that Ichiti renounced the victory in a self-discerning manner at the time he threw down the wooden knife. The latter two are disguised as losing their will with stale acts.

"... who are you people"

The emperor, who watched from the side of the dojo, creased between his brows fed up. A VIP seat is available on the upper level to watch the martial arts, but I guess it wasn't sitting there to see the fat muscles closer together.

All in vain, though.

"Ichiti, pick up your weapons. Erzhu, you are not such a sweet person. Sanryu, no pseudo-morbidity. Si Xuan, I see you haven't been slashed. Everybody, resume the game now."

That being said, everyone grips the wooden knife reluctantly, but it was as if there was no hegemony. I don't intend to set it up myself, just round out the gaps and wait for the punch in - wait.

A wooden knife will disqualify you if you take a machete to the steeple. So if we hit the steeple against the other wooden knife from here, we can pull it out?

The moment I thought so, another tiger was starting to move. He turned his head toward the wooden knife that I had no power over and stormed every boar.

"Ha ha! Come on, man!

That's how he shouts at my wooden knife. A rush of sarcasm. The tip of my nose is about to touch this wooden knife.

"Let it!

I pull the wooden knife back behind my back with a single hair on my back, making a single tiger march.

"Son of a bitch, don't waste your resistance and fucking kill me...!

"Oh. It's not me, the powerless woman, who should be slashed first?

And a painful foot payment attacked a tiger who was in a forward leaning position at the ramp. It was Erzhu who set it up.

"Oh, my God!"

A tiger's body floats in the universe in momentum. I can't fluff or dodge without my feet on the ground.

In that gap, Erzhu tried to hit his own head with a wooden sword gripped by a tiger.

"Sister. The place is in danger."

Kuru, and.

There was a man who pulled Erzhu's hand and switched his body position just like that. It's Sanlong, who was after the fisherman's interests.

"Hey you! What the hell!

"My dear sister, if you can disperse under your cover, I look forward to it."

with white excuses. Sanlong joyfully goes into the wooden knife orbit,

"Ola!

What a tremendous grip, Ichiti snapped and bent the wooden knife pattern. The wooden knife, thought to strike directly at Sanlong's forehead, twists from the roots and ends up just plundering the tip of his forehead.

We perceive that a series of offenses have ended, all scattered in an instant.

Attacks between masters. If there had been a constant mix in this, it would have been tailored to the winner without even having to do it.

The stiffness of the stare continues.

Though it could have been avoided, just now Ichiti was on the verge of defeat. Everyone understands it's unfavourable to jump in the lead. To break this situation...

"Listen, everybody! I'm already ready!

That's why I set the wooden knife straight. In a perfect position with no gaps.

"Brother, sister. I'm seriously going to take you down. Call me."

In fact, I was seriously going to take them down at this time. Therefore, there is no lie in the fighting spirit that is released from it.

A tiger with an exceptional sense of smell among his brothers as a samurai jumped right in when he perceived the signs.

"Are you finally ready, Si Xuan! I'm glad you're doing so well! You deserve the emperor!

"Yeah brother. I'm doing everything I can."

Point the wooden knife at the tip of your elder brother's nose as he comes in. But it was on the soles of my feet that I set up an interception before the wooden knife. A tiger who was totally intentionally going to hit me couldn't even avoid it,

A jump kick hits that face directly.

Unless it's a weapon, it's not an effective hit. Then all you have to do is smash him in a hand-to-hand fight and then touch the other wooden knife. The foot payment set up earlier by Erzhu gave me that idea.

"Heh...!

Buckwheat and a tiger faint and take the wooden knife off the floor.

Me, Erzhu and Sanlong gather together and touch their heads with tricks on the wooden knife like insects swarming with sap.

"Have you seen it, Your Majesty! The winner is Lord Ichiti!

The emperor smiles and applauds calmly at me as I turn with joy.

"Oh, let me take a look at you, Si Xuan. Sure, by the rules, it's a triumph for a tiger."

"Bye!"

"But battle is a complicated and strange thing. Sometimes winning a game and losing a battle, and vice versa. This time a tiger was a loser, no matter how he scratched it as a battle, whether he was a winner or not. I don't have enough thought."

"But winning is winning"

No, the emperor shook his head.

If you look closely, there are always heavy ministers and guards gathering in the dojo. As if to do it in some sort of ritual as well.

"I haven't seen any more of this battle or regular wins or losses. It was obvious that you were going for defeat. [M] The rest was trying to figure out who could make the best move to achieve their goals."

The unpleasant air begins to flow. Erzhu and Sanlong start to distance themselves from me as if they were escaping something abominable.

"What bothered me was which one of you or Erzhu should be the true winner. Erzhu showed you where to set up the foot payment first and planted the idea of 'fighting with your bare hands' on you. But..."

"You've read too much, Father. I don't have that soul guts. I just desperately paid my feet to take your brother down."

"You're right, there's no proof"

But I didn't miss a little cold sweat on my sister's temples. What an unconsciousness. You mean they put me on it?

"Anyway, you're the one who ultimately decided to compete. Therefore, the next emperor is Si Xuan. I'll leave you to it. Your men here are witnesses to the succession."

When the emperor said so, his men began to applaud me in unison. At the same time, intense dizziness struck me. So much so that I suspected a special acoustic attack that pretended to applaud.

I'm the emperor.

My casual life as a prince is over and I will continue to be pursued by intense political and military duties...

"Starting tomorrow, I will be educating you in brilliance as a successor. Come back to this dojo every day from now on at 4: 00 a.m. I'll give you an exorcism of whether you live or die."

But the next day, I never made it to the dojo.

Because on this night I decided to leave the court.