The night dawned and finally the day of the duel.
We were in front of the security room on the first level of the Lunatic Babel.
Nowadays, SB pops from three levels to the top due to changes in security settings, but it was once said that this one level was a demon where the information life form's charm was trekking. Naturally, some security rooms existed, as did the gatekeepers who guarded this place at the time. Well, it was only the first, and he was correspondingly weak.
Sometimes dangerous monsters do not appear, and one- and two-tier security rooms are rarely used as venues for ordinary people to enter. Frequently, and not necessarily, the reason would still be that the site is a lawless zone.
20 minitos before the start of the duel.
A good number of spectators had already gathered to see where they had heard it from, or what a group such as Romnick and the "Beowulf Style Victims' Party" had called their names without even thinking about it.
The 'broadcaster' Romnick called is also much more ready. If someone doesn't know what's going on, they may have misunderstood which party or cluster here is going to try the gatekeeper.
Multiple AR screens at the top of the main door being freed. Live and narrative seats installed underneath. Spectator spaces separated by poles and ropes.
This time, Romnick and I will be the only ones stepping into the security room. When we go in, we're supposed to use the indoor console to shut the entrance and exit doors. We don't mean to do that to each other, but it's to make sure we don't get away with it when we have to. This can also prevent third party intervention and interference.
Authentic, space only for one-on-one duels.
As with the usual gatekeeper battles, the floating automatic camera (Air Lens) takes pictures of the duel. Multiple small cameras released into the room capture footage from all directions and deliver it in real time to the outdoor AR screen. People who come to watch the game can see live footage, and those who don't can watch this duel later by a movie distributed online by The Broadcaster.
"... I didn't think of anything when I was looking from the edge as an outsider, but when I became a party like this, it was a sight of bad taste for you, this"
Flim, standing next to me to my right, glanced at me when he saw what was going on in front of the security room. No matter how much of a safety zone SB says it doesn't pop, it's combat gear you're wearing, like Durgassatie or Skylaider, just in case. Trademark twin tails are perfectly balanced today, both left and right. I mean, I'm the one who tied this hair.
"Instead of supporting warriors challenging gatekeepers, they're just here to watch private fights, aren't they? And if it includes ordinary people, it's impossible to lose character."
Mr. Rosé, standing behind him, agreed to Flim's words.
Indeed, the glimmers in the faces of the people in the viewing space are different from that of the gatekeeper match we saw one day. Originally, there are only explorers who have the strength to at least be able to deactivate the emerging SB, and the audience is showing a calm...
Today's audience, instead of already noisy with Zawazawa, even some of them laughed single-handedly at the booze. Or, surprisingly, there are caterers lining up the empty spaces in the aisle a little further away, at the end of the queue there. The smell of food smells good. If you look even closer, take the gap in the viewing space to the seller pushing around the wagon with the product on it.
This is a festival or something.
"That's what happens during other duels, but sometimes you can drink, eat dinner with ease that a slice of it might die... it's something you care about. I don't know what's fun, that. Gross footage is going to be a little bit of booze?
"I guess it will. I've heard a lot about it for a long time. In the city of Vedel near Chocolate Mountain, it is rumored that there is still an underground arena. The killing of others who are irrelevant to themselves can be an amusement for the masses."
Mr. Rose gives a general theory to Flim, who shrugs and flaunts his shoulders. At that instigation, Hannu, who was beside me on my left, murmured in a low voice to her.
"... if we get rid of these guys now, there's no one to complain about, Rat"
"No, Hannuh, these people have nothing to do with it directly...!
I rush to stop Hannu from floating with a "SEAL" geometry on his face. However, the surrounding atmosphere changed gallantly due to the surgery overflowing like a weir cut from a small body.
pin, and the air strains.
The audience, who were as busy as the live venue before the show, lurked their voices and quieted back.
"Oh, hey... that's..." "Oh, you're here for today's lead actor and his people..." "Oh, my God, what's this magic power... could there be a" God of Destruction "...?" "It's tingling, I don't know what else to do." "Even so, it's amazing... it's going to explode..." "Oh, hey, don't be scared... it's not going to be stylish here."
Some of the people who were making a casual noise remembered that this was inside the ruins and seemed to chill the liver. Did the drinking drop somewhat after seeing the reaction, Hannu de-energizes "SEAL"?
"Hmm... I don't know if you're going to see the mountain, but I'm going to take care of them."
I threw up depressingly, and puffy, and turned to me.
Right now, we're in front of the audience space. It's a modest space reserved by the hands of the Broadcaster. It wasn't noticed until Hanu freed up his surgical skills, because from the door with the AR screen, we were behind the audience.
Later, out of this space, Romnick and I went through a "flower path" set up in the audience space and into the security room.
Normally there should be some refraining space for Romnick and the others right around the corner, but this time it seemed like they were somewhere else to have some consideration. In the meantime, I don't see him from the refrain space we're in.
"Well, it's time to get ready, Hart."
"Oh, yeah."
Now that I can't use my own "SEAL" storage, the equipment was carried by Flim. Pure purple light blinks, and the arsenal I saw last night is arranged on the floor in a uneven fashion.
"I only touched it lightly yesterday, so get used to the weight a little while now. Look, back here."
"I'll help you, Mr. Flim"
Flim, who took the biggest of the large, small and medium-sized weapons, attaches it to the holder on the back of "Achilleus". Mr. Rosé also gave me a hand.
He wears two large ones on his back, two small ones on both sides of his flank, two inside behind his hips, and a black and purple colored machete. He also mounted a circular shield like a plate on both arms and wore combat boots on both legs. Once the last stick with a special effect is attached to the belt, it is ready.
Flim said, "Just when the Full Armor Hurt was complete, there was a voice coming from outside the space.
"Apparently, you're all set, Mr. Rug. How's it going?
"Ah, good morning, Mr. Villey"
It was Mr. Villey who approached the refrain space. Behind it is Mr. Ashley and, surprisingly, Mr. Karel. All three were wearing combat gear without alarm.
I look at my hands and feet and answer Mr. Villey's question.
"Uh, no problem with the body. I slept well, and I think I'm losing some fatigue..."
"Yes, that would be nice."
Smile, and Mr. Villey smiles like a goddess as always.
Next to her like that, Mr. Karel stood with a pitch-black halvard wrapped around his battle coat.
"... Mr. Rug. This time our captain is taking care of us. I'm sorry I took care of you."
Suddenly he lowered his head and was drained of his liver because it was something that rocked his dull blonde hair.
"Huh!? Oh, hey, that's me taking care of you...!
"No, I hear the captain has greatly contributed to your disadvantage in this case. I want you to apologize from me too. The Captain's fault is the fault of all of us, the Knights of Pale Red Flames."
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Next to Karel, who sincerely apologizes, Mr. Villey has a very complicated look on his face. I saw that and somehow figured it out. Karel is scolding Mr. Villey for pretending to apologize to me.
"I'm really sorry this happened before important joint exploration. It may not be any consolation, but everyone at Knights is here today to support you. Please, I want you to do your best."
"Ya, uh, no...! This is a duel I took at my will, and Mr. Villey didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes, that's it."
Flim's hand blocked my mouth when I tried to excuse myself by gesturing. Amethyst colored eyes look at this one with jito eyes,
"You know, Hart. Corner This guy's trying to fit me in with an adult response, so I don't have to say anything extra. Thank you, you just have to say. Read some air, already."
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There was something very unconvincing about Flim telling me to 'read the air,' which is what I decided to read the air and keep quiet.
"... So, Beowulf. How's your SEAL coming along?
Ashley, who took the form of a refrain behind Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel, has asked in a strange voice.
As soon as there is no air in the field, it gets heavier. Because I wasn't the only one who clouded my face, and Hanu and the others were with me.
"... you don't even seem to have to ask to see that face..."
Mr. Ashley tries to put up with his sigh and lays down his rugged eyes.
Yes, unfortunately, the expected "SEAL" recovery was apparently not on time. When I got out of bed this morning, and when I came to this refrain space, I tried to inspire it with a glimmer of hope... Again, "SEAL" doesn't even say un or sung.
Even now, my "SEAL" remains paralyzed.
In the heavy air, when even more awkward silence was about to descend,
"... for once, I've got my gear ready assuming that, so there's nothing to be anxious about, Ashley. Thank you for worrying about our disciple."
Ha, and Flim laughed. I thought, I accidentally approached Mr. Ashley, and for some reason I put my lips in her ear - whoops, breathed.
"Hi-!?"
Mr. Ashley, who was dismayingly closing his eyes, apparently didn't notice Flim's sudden approaching, so he leaned back to his heart and made his body jump with a bare scream from his throat.
"Hey there - F, Flim!? Oh, you suddenly nibble!?
The habit of tongue-inducing when upset seems the same. Mr. Ashley, holding down one ear and hesitating, will surely stare at Flim's face, laughing wildly at him, rebuffing his impudence.
"So I'm thanking you? Thank you."
"But that's not the problem! Oh, you're always too sharp a gap between what you're saying and what you're doing!
Mr. Ashley, who dyed his face bright red, bites abruptly into the flim, which is completely in bully mode. But if I could tell you that I've known this brunette twin tail for a long time, that would have been a bad idea.
The self-proclaimed "My Sister's Precious Minute" keeps the amethyst's eyes as thin as a little devil.
"Uh, it was, you know, dark. Look, I just wanted to cheer you up."
"So! Because he says he has no idea how the act of invigorating me can lead to shameful behavior like now. Shh!
"Feel that?
"Ka"
Kahiro, Ashley, who emitted an elusive exhalation, for a moment, stiffened as if time had stopped.
Eventually, even the reddish face becomes even more reddish, discoloring as many overripe apples.
My childhood acquaintance with holding my mouth with my hands leaked a really, really nasty grin.
"I felt it?
"- Huh...!?
Mr. Ashley trembles in pulls and small pieces in a tremendous shape, shouting without a voice. Emotions are so over the peak, and if it's true, I'd like to grab Flim right now and do something about it, but I can't transfer it to execution because there's Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel nearby - it seemed like that circumstance was on my face.
"Even if" SEAL "doesn't recover in time, we should have done everything we could in a short time. After that, it will depend on Mr. Rag."
I hit Flim and Mr. Ashley's interaction perfectly and put back the waist of the story that Mr. Rose was breaking.
Everyone sees Mr. Rosé in unison.
"? Something?
Mr. Rose leans his neck genuinely and strangely, his gaze focused on himself. This guy sometimes doesn't know if it's true, delicate or nervous.
"... what do you say, Mr. Rug? Me and Ashley were going to cooperate as much as we could... honestly, looks like we have a chance?
Mr. Villey has asked me the core questions. [M]
Win - If you say there is, I'm sure that's a lie.
So I shook my head honestly. [M]
"... I don't know"
The opponent's local power is definitely higher. Moreover, it has an unknown artifact. Besides, that's exactly what provoked my anger. They must be collecting my information, doing research, and taking measures.
In exchange, I can't use the support technique, not the attack technique, not even the sword technique, and not even take my favorite weapon out of storage. I don't even think the Romnick guy set his target, but you can tell me this duel was brought in at the worst possible time.
Sure, it's such a desperate situation that there's nothing more.
"... but I will definitely win"
In front of a few disturbing glances, I proclaimed myself natural.
"At least, I'm not thinking about losing. This is... strange to me..."
I spell words, bewildered that a rare thing was seen, Mr. Karel, looking out for emerald eyes to a mild surprise.
"I need everyone to help me, train me a lot, get me a lot of weapons... so I can only think of one thing right now"
It's probably Flim's influence that makes me laugh at times like this. I was almost unconscious, releasing the following words:
He said, "I don't know how to make him regret it."
I grip my right hand and make a fist.
This duel comes with the honor of everyone.
My intentions depend on it. [M]
So I have no intention of losing.
I don't even have the dust to lose.
Make sure you win and make him regret it.
Nothing else, making fun of my dear companion - [friends].
That determination was the only thing that burned in me. [M]
"... I'm starting to feel sorry for the guy named Romnick."
"What?"
I ask Karel back what he meant by what he told me to laugh bitterly.
"Mr. Rag... No," Beowulf, the brave man, looks like that and says that much. How inexplicably, I must have touched your scales. I'd rather not fight you on any favourable terms right now. "
"Or face...?
I'll put my hand on my cheek, wondering if you had such a scary face. Then Mr. Karel laughed refreshingly.
"No, it's not like you had a scary look on your face. Just..."
"Ha, just...?
I swallow my sauce and saliva because I weirdly leave room for it. Mr. Karel narrowed his eyes as if he could even look at something dazzling.
"... I thought I was scared of people laughing tenderly and using the word 'I'll make you regret it' on their opponents. That's all."
"Ah..."
With a smile on my shoulder, Karel stuck me in words. [M] I was noticed doing something tigh-hug while I was at it, and I feel ashamed.
Mr. Carrell's neighbor, Mr. Villey, erupted small, Ugh.
"Well, it's a good thing you have enough intentions. Well, then, Mr. Rag, we're ready for the referee, so it's time to go."
"I'm praying for your victory in the audience, Mr. Rag"
"Have some martial arts. Beowulf."
Leaving each word of encouragement behind, Mr. Villey and the others left for the "broadcaster" near the entrance and exit of the security room.
When they lost sight of their backs, the hem of "Achilles" was pulled. Turning to think of something, there seems to be a little anxious Hanu heterochromia.
"... lato. You can't miss the fight, can you? 'Cause when it's over too soon, it's gonna shred."
This was followed by Flim.
"That's right, Hart. There's no show when you're done in a flash because how good are the weapons made by Atashi?" Thank you for promoting the Infinite Light brand. "
Not to mention Mr. Rosé.
"The best way to make you regret it is to kill half a dozen people and get jittery. I don't have an ex or a child to kill, Mr. Rug."
Instead of worrying, for some reason, I talk on the premise that I kill Romnick instantly, so all I got was a bitter laugh.
"Ha, ha... Oh, thank you, good luck..."
While I was flexible exercise or flexion to get ready and warm my body, the opening moment came steadily closer.
"Excuse me, brave Beowulf. It's time."
Eventually, the staff of the "Broadcaster" came to the space and asked to move to a predetermined position. I nod and look back to Hannu and the others.
"Well, I'll be there."
I squeezed my face tight and said, as if to ruin it, Hanu made an offer at this time for a little while.
"? Duh, what's wrong, Hannu?
"Lato, Chikomori"
Called in an unspoken tone, I poke my knee in front of Hannu as usual to match the height of my gaze. Then, after all, my tiny hands sandwiched my cheek and my forehead and forehead were stuck together.
Cheeks and forehead. From the point of contact, I feel as if Hannu's temperature is pouring straight into me. Both Hannu and I had our eyes closed to nature and to each other.
"As I said last night, Lato. The concubine, the rosé, and the flim believe in your triumph. I don't doubt it at all. So what I'm going to say is unnecessary."
"Ugh, yeah......?
Hannu whispers with a level of voice that I can only hear. Kufu, laugh.
"Come back with five bodies satisfied. In case hundreds of millions lose to one, if your mistress returns alive, the concubine is not enough. Bye, don't be as impotent as usual. The concubine can't stay near you this time. - Do you understand?
"Yeah, I know"
As usual, when I do this, Hannu's words come all the way into the back of my chest. Convinced without complaint. As if her feelings were transmitted through her skin.
I whisper back in a small voice, too.
"Thank you, Hanu.... but just for a second... yeah, not just for a second... can you ask me about my selfishness too?
"Yeah......?... Hmm. It's unusual for you to be naughty. Well, it's not all that uncommon for a rat this time."
"... yeah, I think so myself though. Only this time, you're not like me at all. But that's why... I want you to make it impossible."
I have myself saying this to Hanu - and that surprised me myself.
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"Really, really, how come I give up (resailing) sometimes? But until then... until it's critical, I want to scratch and scratch and scratch and scratch through to the end.... No, I don't think...?
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Shut up Hannu, he seemed lost. But eventually, Phew, and a little exhale leaked,
"... not at all, really, sometimes unusual... no, Lato is still a boy, too, you mean?
Kufu, and laughed somewhere happy. The temperature coming from your forehead seems to have increased your warmth.
"Fine. Even if the concubine says so far, if you so desire, you have no choice. My concubine is no longer just rooting for Ratto as my best friend."
"... yeah, thanks, Hanu"
To Hanu for accepting my wishes, my only best friend, I thank him deeply.
At the end of the interaction, we took our foreheads off either side and opened our eyes. I have eyes for eyes with golden and silver demon eyes like gems.
Kufu, and Hanu laughed.
Haha, and I laughed, too.
"Okay, again... I'm coming, Hanu"
"Uhm. Come on, Lato"
Ragdishardt and Hanumoon have their last interaction before the duel, and the boy waves to the place of the showdown - walking to the flower path leading to the security room.
Staring at his back like that, Rose whispered to the next flim like she was talking to herself.
"... To be honest, I was also surprised by what you said and did earlier. I didn't expect you to make such an invincible statement with such a flamboyant look..." I'm not an ice spear, but I honestly have a cold liver too... "
Similar to Rosé, Flim, who is fixing his gaze on the boy's rear as he travels down the flower path, puts his hands on his hips and exhales small.
"Right...... well, yeah, I see it, obsession or obsession for a long time, that's the strong guy, Hart. You're giving up badly."
The voice matches Rosé or is so small that it can only be heard by her next door.
"... Speaking of which, I've spoken to Ashley"
and foreshadowed, then Flim says.
"Even though I used to...... I'm talking about when Atashi and Hurt were pretty tiny. The bad kids in my neighborhood have been mean to me."
To a story I never expected, Rose blinked her amber eyes a few times.
"That seems... very rare from the current image of Mr. Flim..."
"Well. Hurt has been a crybaby since he was little too, but he's been in the shape of a kid general since he was little too. It was the opposing factions that were getting mean."
Staring far away with amethyst colored eyes, the twin-tailed girl digs up memories.
"Now that I think about it, there's no such thing as mean. Look, I knew I was a kid at the time, so I went home crying, Atashi. Then Hart came and said, 'What's wrong? I asked him, and he told me that he was weak and honestly, who was mean to me?"
Here, Kusu, and Flim grinned at his mouth. Rosé, who was dropping off the boy's back, also looks back at her with concern.
Flim tried to bite the laughter off the crease and rocked a long twin tail.
"And then what do you think happened? - He jumped out with a tremendous amount of momentum without saying anything. You look scared like you've never seen it either. I was already surprised. I dropped off a poker. - So, after a while, Hart comes back grabbing the root of all the bad kids... you'll see, won't you?
"... no way, we've fought and won," he said?
Flim erupted in such a way that Rosé was somewhat surprised.
"Really? Usually on the bully's side, he was always coming home crying, crying the same way, but bringing some mean bad kids to Atashi and saying, 'Come on, apologize to Flim'. Atashi, you can't even pull in tears without surprise anymore. Instead of losing both the bad kids in fights, they were three to one, but don't surrender at all, and it seems Hart is getting creepy trying to keep fighting all the time, so I apologized and went home feeling disgusted. A triumph of obsession."
- Weird, Otis on his own memorabilia, and Flim breathes deeply. Wipe away the grain of tears floating at the edge of your eyes with your fingers.
"... but he has been so for a long time. You don't have to worry about yourself, but someone else hurts more than the person you are, and you're angry. I don't know if you're sweet or if your emotional switch is just in the weird spot...... anyway, you've been dating a long time, so that's all I can say"
Aside from the boy heading to the security room, a man in battle clothes appeared in a flower path formed during the viewing space and the surrounding cheer exploded. Explorer in that pure white weapon protective gear is the boy's duel opponent - Romnick Bagley, the girls deduce.
That's Hart's opponent… Flim assured me while checking Romnick's face, which he already knew on the internet.
"Today's - yeah, this Hart is [out of beech] on an unprecedented level."
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Rose returned her silence as if she was stuck in the throat with surprise. Fished by Flim's gaze, she also turns her attention to Romnick.
"Besides, Mr. Rose. I just want you to think back...... ITS ALWAYS TODAY, basically all you said about your opponent is [beat it anyway]?
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Ha, Rosé reacted like she'd woken up from a dream.
"... if you ask me, sure..."
If you trace your memory, today's duel or the boy's remarks about his opponent, Romnick, can only be:
'But... I can't just give in this time. This is my anger. Mine, because it's mean. - So, directly, I'll bump it.
"I will never forgive you"
'Make him regret it. Must.'
'Yeah, I'll do my best. "I will prove to you that Princess Xiaolong's only best friend is not Dada."
'... but I will definitely win'
'At least, I'm not thinking about losing'
"So now I can only think of one thing."
"How do I make him regret it?"
In retrospect. So it wasn't even like him, it was just a positive dialogue. No, rather [I've only seen it before] to momentum, Rose can't forbid the war.
Huh, and Flim exhales small,
"That's pretty [kitty]. I mean, Atashi's never seen such a hart before either. That type of hand really pisses me off... I smile and say," How do I make you regret it? "... The boulders are starting to freak me out..."
That's what I said and tried to laugh off, and Flim failed. It reminds me of the chills that ran on my spine earlier on, and I tremble.
"... Speaking of which, I feel like the last three days of training have been nasty and aggressive... no, I was aggressive. Every now and then during my previous workouts, I had leaked similarities to weak sounds...... in the past few days, rather in the desire for more intense training from myself, with the momentum to bully out my own body. Until now, I've never wanted to lose a duel so much..."
Looking back at the special training up to yesterday, Rose complains.
"Instead of wanting to lose, I really wanted to bust your opponent - rather, that's all I thought about, you felt."
"Yeah...... but is he aware of himself? In that way..."
"I don't think so, eighty-nine. He's so pretty that he doesn't realize he's a bee.... Not Mr. Karellen, but Atashi's just starting to feel sorry for his opponent..."
Large AR screen deployed at the top of the entrance and exit of the security room. Flim and Rose turned their gaze to Romnick's, albeit refreshing, making laughter reflected there.
With some pity, Flim shrugs.
"Poor guy... Whatever, Hart is dying persistent today..."
The big cheer echoes across the board.
Walk through waves of roaring, roaring sounds, like anger heard from all over them, feeling them with your skin and belly, not your ears.
No, is this shaking vibration really the voice of the audience coloring this flower path?
I'm not sure right now.
Because his chest palpitations were so intense that his ears were dysfunctional.
A heartbeat striking the early bell is shaking the tympanic membrane hard from the inside of your body.
Feels like your guts are floating, like you're in the middle of a jump from high.
Chest squeal.
This came from the moment I saw Romnick's face earlier.
From the moment I saw his thin laughter, he wouldn't listen to me say it like all over his body had gone stupid.
I'm walking next to him now. [M] Together, we continue down this flower path leading to the security room, which is the battlefield.
Romnick, walking next to him to the left, was responding with a smile and wave to the audience sending him cheering - I think, maybe.
Meanwhile, I can only see the entrance and exit of the security room straight away.
My head is about to turn white. My feet are fuzzy. My facial expressions got so tense that I probably wouldn't have a decent look on my face.
Earlier, Romnick was laughing thinly the moment he looked at me. He laughed at me like he didn't say anything and just made fun of me with his gaze.
Since then, I have been in a state of restlessness as I am now.
The moderator of "The Broadcaster" with the microphone is busily summoning something. Every time he cuts the word, the cheer grows louder. I'm sure the audience is screaming something exciting, something that never happens.
I don't care about that.
The sound around us touches our ears, but without coming into our heads, the two of us creep through the gate and into the security room. As soon as he did, a wave of sound clung around his body moved away towards his back.
Large, pure white space.
Me and Romnick go at walking speeds and keep going to the deepest part of the room. Step into the space where the Gatekeeper components were once seated and activate the control panel there.
"Then we'll close the gate."
The operation to close the door was carried out by Romnick. I guess I've done something similar many times already. Not to say it was a good thing anymore, but Romnick ran the closure process without precipitation.
Make a loud noise and a similar door closes in the hangar of the plane.
Before the gate closed completely, we moved to the center of the security room, facing each other at a certain distance.
Almost simultaneously with me and Romnick stopping, the door finally closes with a painful sound.
As soon as possible, the noise of the audience was completely cut off and a quiet angel descended on this occasion.
"- Well done. Don't run, you showed up on this occasion, brave Beowulf. No, let's just say boulder."
I feel the finish of the entrance and exit being closed as a shake at my feet. In the meantime, Romnick opened his mouth with a nibble.
First of all, I thought you were dressed funny. [M]
Romnick's origins were heterogeneous: white from top to bottom.
Clothes, armor, capes and weapons are all completely stained in different textured whites, from the ceiling of the head to the toes of the feet. Speaking of other colors, it's just gray-brown curly hair, moss green nasty eyes and a skin tone that looks oddly bloody. In Lunatic Babel, a pure white space, it is likely to blend into the landscape as a chameleon.
Speaking of which, even in the duel video Mr. Villey collected for me, he was dressed similar to this. But if my memory is certain, even if my cape and clothes were pure white, everything would never have been white.
- Could it be that you've prepared it for today's duel?
"Oh, this outfit? Yeah, that's right. We have something special for today's duel."
Romnick answered a question he hadn't even asked, as if he had guessed from my gaze or heard the voice of this heart.
Distort a good manly look into an abusive grin.
"I loved the color white. No, not exactly - white stained with the other person's return blood, is it?"
He turns to me as he replaces the white spear he was holding in his left hand with his right.
"Look, people's blood - Photon Blood is colorful, isn't it? I love it when white canvas is dyed brightly. But these shades of weaponry are very rare, aren't they? Normally you tend to settle for boneless black or gray. So I saved up a little bit of money and made it on a special order one at a time. So the other day, I was happy to see that my savings reached their target amount. I thought this was the only way to make it to the sunny stage. I asked a courteous armor maker (crafter), and this is how I was able to equip myself with a completely white monochrome. How about it, does it look good on you?
I asked for your thoughts, but naturally it wasn't something I knew, so I kept my mouth shut. But Romnick keeps moving his tongue without punishment.
"Ugh, yeah, hey, for you to fight me from now on, that's not what you found out, is it? I beg your pardon."
Whether I have a palpable face, or whether he is meticulously intelligent in someone else's emotions, Romnick spins words all over this chest. I'm sorry, I can't feel any apology from the word.
"But the stage (stage) is also great today. Yeah, it's really great. What, this Lunatic Babel is white on one side. A space as pure white as my clothes and armor. Hey, isn't that my preferred dueling ground at all? Hey, Beowulf?
Laughing bitterly and bitterly, Romnick distorts one side of his lips greatly.
"Here and my clothes get dirty with your returning blood... that sight, isn't it beautiful?
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I still returned my silence to an incomprehensible preference.
From his mouth, apparently, he doesn't doubt a single victory of his own. Big confidence. Sure, I guess Romnick owns enough to be so proud of himself.
"Oh, speaking of which, did you look into me? What can I say for myself, but lately it's been a momentum to drop flying birds. Didn't you come right out if you searched the internet?
Fun, boastful, white-ending man praises himself.
muffled, and leaked a creepy laugh,
"So, what do you say? Haven't you figured out my strength yet? I'm not proud of it, but my track record is real. Thus, we even have the excessive alias" Down Above (Apsetter) "or" Duelist ". Yeah, it's a real honor."
How dare you, well, this is the only thing that turns your tongue to praise yourself. I'm showing a humble gesture, but after all, it's just a convenience to make my own glory shine better.
"That's why your courage in showing up on this occasion today is so wonderful! You came here with courage to throw everything, wrap your tail around it and say you also had the option of running away!
All of a sudden he raised his voice and Romnick even gave him a lofty gesture as an actor on stage, and now he began to praise me. But if you listen carefully, it's obvious that you're only going to incite me.
Nothing. Already there are "Air Lenses" that float around the universe and start shooting. He's out in the security room, turning to the "broadcaster" and the audience, performing.
If I were a stage performer, I wouldn't have put out 'too much' momentum, and Romnick keeps acting white.
"Woohoo, you would have been scared. It would have been horrible. Didn't you sleep well last night? Haven't you been practicing begging for your life or something? If so, tell me immediately. If you can show me the results of the practice, I'll clean up this duel because it means I won't win."
Well done. I really think you can make fun of other people that far. I also thought when I first met him, this guy is a genius who backstrokes people's nerves. If Siglos had known Romnick, he would surely have been a close best friend.
But for some reason, my hands and feet began to tremble in small pieces, against my will, which burns in anger. I can't stop the tremors coming from the core of my body, as if I had some kind of fever.
I saw it. Romnick hides his mouth with his hands, and Puppy, laughs.
"- Oh, no, you're shaking, aren't you, Beowulf? Have you been patient all this time? You're smart. But that's enough, right? Let's make it easier. If you apologize now, at least you can take your life home. Right?"
Romnick's voice calling for surrender before he fought, but it didn't even contain one molecule, such as the element of mercy, and it was just packed with elements that even made fun of me.
…………
I ask myself.
Is this body tremor coming from fear, as he says?
Is it because fighting him could kill you -?
- No, no.
Absolutely, no.
I can assure you.
This is never, ever, a tremor coming from fear.
"Don't be stupid"
I've never opened my mouth before. [M] Squeeze both fists tight and stare at Romnick.
"Scared? Who said that when? Practicing life begging? Why would I have to do that?
The heart's early bell never fits. On the contrary, the high chest sounds accelerated even further and were likely to explode now.
――――
In retrospect, Romnick lurked a bit of a laugh. He narrows Moss Green's eyes and turns to the kind of gaze he explores.
"I looked into you. I also saw all the records of previous duels. But what happened to it? I don't know what you're talking about, but it's none of my business.
……
Romnick narrowed his eyes even more and pointed sharply. Keep your mouth covered with your hands, but that little hateful grin should also be lurking the ringing.
"... well, this says something different. Unless you're afraid to fight me, what the hell is that tremor of yours?
Romnick pointed out the limbs swaying in small slices as if they had been thrown into a very cold snowfield in thin clothes, as if they had taken a ghost's neck.
"This is..."
That's all I said. I lowered my gaze to my trembling right hand and asked myself again.
- Why have I come so far and I am so trembling? Until I did see Romnick's face, it should have been as usual.
I'm not scared, I don't want to run.
Instead, I've been waiting for you. This is how I'm going to face him today. The moment to fight one-on-one.
Yet I wondered why - and I accidentally figured out the answer by God.
――――
face up and look strongly at Romnick's face again.
"This is a samurai tremor"
I said. As soon as I realized the emotions inside, all the physical reactions that I had never made sense to me were aligned.
"I was looking forward to it. All the time, this moment."
It was also switched on as soon as I saw Romnick's face. My emotions are expensive. I'm about to turn too white in my head. It also leaps so joyfully that I don't listen to my hands and feet. My chest is pounding like a girl I'm in love with.
All because I couldn't wait for this moment.
Speaking of which, I remember this feeling. When I was a kid, my grandfather or grandmother bought me a toy I wanted so badly, I felt terribly long before I got home. The moment you finally get home, break the gift pack, and take out exactly what's in it - you know, so much dawning to make you nauseous.
The contents of my body are turned upside down, and the more I take a wrong step, the more I'm likely to go mad - just the feeling of being 'excited'.
My flesh was now dominated by it until it was awesome.
"I thought I told you. He said he'd make you regret it."
Who would have said that the dish called vengeance is better to eat after it has cooled down -? My mood was just like the waiting treat appeared in front of me, coveting without it, buzzing my belly.
I squeeze my fist again so that I can enjoy the tremors that come from Dawn of War. Unintentionally, a grin came in, and I hung up the edge of my mouth.
"I'm sure you're looking forward to it. I didn't. The day will come when I will defeat you with this hand. To the point of stuttering myself. I've never known such feelings were in me. I didn't even think about it."
A sense of anticipation that seems to be ripe even now. The hoop of reason is making a noise. If I let go of the reins, this impulse of violence that is about to explode will transform me into a rough beast everywhere.
Kick his ass as much as you want - my heart and body were holding my mouth together and screaming like that.
"So I'm not afraid of you at all. This one too. And I don't care if it's artifacts, your strength, or the color of the clothes you're wearing. I just don't forgive you for making fun of my people - that's all."
As soon as I put into words what I was going to do, my head, which had boiled down as a magma, soaked and gradually cooled. Together, the body tremors become smaller and smaller.
My mind, my consciousness, my will - converges towards the hatred in front of me. As a sharpened blade.
From his mouth, he laughed lightly.
"- I am glad that the support technique is now banned. Do you know why?
Romnick, who's been asking all these questions, will now throw the question at me. [M] I don't expect an answer anyway, so I answered myself before he answered.
"Three minitos is too short to make you regret it"
Hands down that Romnick was covering his mouth. There were no more shards of laughter left. He takes my word for it with his cold, contemptuous eyes and his tightly tied lips. It was the first look I saw.
Phew, Romnick laughed with his nose as he reminded him.
"... I see, I understand very well. Fine. Anyway, I just understood that instead of begging for my life, I would not surrender. Fine. Well, it's a stage I've got a corner for? I don't care if you let the audience get their shoulders crossed."
He lifted the pure white spear he gripped in his right hand and poked it straight up against the ceiling. to and nastyly distorts the lips.
"- That prestige, I hope it lasts till the end?
Whether his movements were a signal or not, suddenly, the voice of the live actor outside echoed from multiple (air lenses) that were floating around us.
"Okey! Looks like both sides are ready! Come on! Spectators! And the people watching the delivery! Here again, let's explain the rules of this duel!
Apparently, this [Air Lens] is even equipped with speakers. Is it new? If you listen carefully, cheers and twirls mix as noise in the background of your voice.
'The rules are simple! Dead or Alive to Live or Die! This place is inside the ruins! Killing a duel doesn't make you guilty! And the rules are simple and clear! It is strictly forbidden to use recovery formulas that will only prolong the battle in vain, but other than that, the word "cowardly" doesn't exist! It's basically anything! - Whoa, I forgot! But this time it's special! Exceptionally, there is a special rule that Beowulf forbids support ceremonies! If we break this, Beowulf will lose the rule and we'll settle for it! Be careful where you are, brave man! Greetings!!
Except that I'm the only one who can't use a support technique, which is a really orthodox rule. Mr. Villey and the referee will base their judgment outside on video and audio via (Air Lens). This time, the Romnic side only has one referee available, so conveniently the two referees will monitor our battle.
'Conditions for victory are to kill or render an opponent incapable of fighting! Or declare surrender, or if you can't speak, represent it in gesture, and if the referee receives it, that's where the duel ends! That's a super easy rule to understand! I can't go wrong!
As I've said before, duels between explorers are just killings that have changed their name. There are no rules. It would be a blind eye, but it would be a gold attack, but it would be deceptive, but it's really nothing.
The last person standing in the clogged place, killing the opponent, is the victor.
'Whoa! I've finished explaining the rules, so it's time to start the duel! Let's go count. Everybody keep your voices together! - Five!'
The countdown has finally begun.
- Four!
I'm not sure over the speakers, but I'm sure there's an overlapping audience voice over there, resulting in deafening sound pressure. A broken cheer flows between me and Romnick.
"- Three!"
I lifted my hands and grabbed two machetes on my back at the same time. Since the sheath attached to the rear holder of the "Achilles" is an automatic opening/closing type, a command was sent from the "Artificial SEAL". The sheath that was wrapped around him opens as much as the fish dried.
I pulled it out at once.
Silver blade stretches smoothly in a pattern with purple lines on the black ground. Even if I say machete, it's bigger than the others, so I'm just calling it that, and the length of my body is about 60 centimeters. It is about 10 cents longer than the Willow Leaf Knife used in the training.
Pull your right leg and take a half-body position.
"- Two!"
Romnick standing across the street also moved. Place a loose white spear and drop your hips. A gaze of ridicule pointed this way.
I guess it's a big buzz out there. The voice announcing the countdown seemed gradually louder.
"- One!"
Tension increases. Cross the peak and enter the red zone. I felt a tightening bone called bone all over my body.
I can put my strength into the feet I step out of.
I can finally fight - so happy my heart is going to explode now.
Dokun, and his heart beat loudly at the moment.
"- Zero!"
The moment I listened to the chorus jumping out of the speaker, my head bounced white and flew.
Kick the floor with all your strength.
It pops up as if it were a released arrow.
Mr. Rosé taught me how to walk. I pushed in a straight line with a walking method that allowed me to accelerate efficiently.
Fast travel narrows your horizons in one go. I can only see my opponent now.
Romnick doesn't move. I shredded the relative distance at once, which was not even so far away.
Fleshless.
"- - Huh!!
I no longer have a voice in my expensive emotions. I eat my teeth and wield two machetes in what should be called a minimal motion, a minimum distance, a maximum efficiency model.
I slammed him in with all my strength.
The tall metal noise sounds creepy.
Double knives and white spears clash and scatter sparks.
Me and Romnick gaze at each other, pinching a red petal that bloomed all the time.
do it, and Moss Green's eyes mock.
That was the beginning of the battle.