Riot Grasper

At the heart of the arena, there is a sufficient environment for those challenging the game to compete. There will be plenty to do if there is this much breadth for those who fight at a distance. It may be possible to run around and tire the target, but it's going to be a storm of condemnation from an audience of all directions and I'm not going to be able to do it.

We bump into each other from the front, and when the winner decides, the bell rings.

If it was an exciting game, the audience would cheer me up enough that my eardrum was going to break.

- The strength of the opponent in the first war wasn't that big of a deal, but I feel I could only use about half my usual strength because of the tension. Well...... maybe that made it interesting there as a game.

"Huh. He seemed a little nervous, but he still doesn't look good in the face."

"I'm surprised you're the same age as the Oilers."

A small peephole has been set up so that the game can be seen from the store as well. Apparently I was watching the game earlier. I keep my mouth shut and share my thoughts.

- Ray and Ren.

Not only do they look just like each other, but the two of them are going to get it wrong to their names - twins.

Ray has great potential as a woman as long as he's right in his language, and Ren has strangely mild impressions of such a good guy.

The world seems vast and narrow to meet the culprits who kidnapped Marita in Melbail here.

As for the name and age, I exchanged information before I was called into the first war... even though I was an enemy, the words are only getting a little broken because I found out I was the same age.

"I'm most surprised you two are here. I mean, are you glad I introduced myself or something? For once, it's like a spy or something."

"Even so, what I already know is after I've thrown up all washed up."

"You're the one who threw up."

Although my brother was out of sight with me at first, he started to talk to me casually when I told him it was a coincidence that I was here. It feels as if I haven't seen anyone I know in a long time. Why is it so light?

"If you don't need anything, just disappear."

... It would be more understandable to have this spicy attitude that my sister Ray still doesn't collapse because we would be alert if we were in front of the man who caused them to get caught.

But I'm not the type of person who feels comfortable by being cursed by a woman.

No, maybe it would be comfortable if there was love there - and well, I don't care about that now.

Anyway, there's not much to talk about. I'm not running away with my tail wrapped around Ray's words, but let's just say I'm free.

"Well...... it's gonna be a lot of hard work, but good luck. Bye."

"Hey! Hey, wait a minute. It's been a long time since we've seen each other again, so there's got to be something else."

"... no, especially. They told me to disappear."

When it comes to reunion, it's not like we're friends or anything. It was more of an enemy.

"Yesterday's enemies are as good as today's friends. Back in the day, let it flow into the water..."

"If you get along with me, you can't get him out of the barn, can you? 'Cause I don't have that authority, and I can't help you get out of jail or anything."

"Well, if that's not what you mean. There's nothing else to do here, so you're free. Well, that's what the Oilers did. I didn't want to do it. Sometimes you can tell if you talk about it because the country is different and the same person."

Ren looked around with Kyolo Kyolo,

"Speaking of which, what happened to the beast girl you were with? Aren't you with me?

And he asks.

"I'm acting separately now for various reasons. I mean, it's not" Kemono "... it's called" Beast Man "properly."

Hey, it's unexpected.

"Because you're from the Suaven Empire, that doesn't mean everyone has bad feelings for the Beast Man. She was a cutie...... oh, could she have flirted?

"Goodbye."

Forever.

"Lying. Just a mild joke!

Ren grabs the iron lattice with momentum and brings his face closer. What would a man who originally seemed lighter do with an even lighter statement? It made me want to put on weight and sink it.

"No, when it comes to being flabbergasted, how about talking about a bad man whose sister Ray was about to be fooled? I'm looking for healing for sweet words that are going to soothe the harsh reality - gawk!

"... shut up"

Ray's fist, his sister, stunningly pierced his brother's flank, forcing the words to shut down. I'm curious about the continuation of the current story for a little while, but I'd say we're failing to change the subject.

I'm not freaked out.

"... gu, uhh. Okay, bye. Why don't you ask yourself why the oilas started doing this kind of work?

Well... I'm not interested. Previously, we had to contend in situations where we couldn't have a busy conversation, but if the other person meant to speak the language, it would be nice to listen.

Apart from forgiveness, forgiveness.

- It's time.

But when I stopped my leg trying to stay away, the guard's voice sounded. Apparently, they're putting Ren out. When the blunt iron lattice opened with the murmuring noise, the soldier stretched out his arm to hasten.

"Oh, hey, don't pull it. This is a good place..."

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The silence visited by the absence of noisy figures.

What remains of this occasion is the combination of me and Ray. I'm not talking about the level of awkwardness, to be honest. So much so that I suspect that a rejection aura emanating from a woman may be visualized according to the degree. Still, I want to praise myself for trying to leave this place with just one voice.

"Eh. Can I talk to you about something?

"Why did you do that?"

"... right"

Well, this is normal. Because I do have the cause of this situation.

I just want to see the strength of a man named Berga before he hits me, too, and let's just say he goes back.

"You're... you're not a Toggle person, are you?

Hmm? Could this be asking me a question? You can assume that the words Ray whined at without gazing at this one were pronounced against this one unless they were directed at the wall.

But unfortunately, I'm also not sure what Toggle refers to.

"What's a toggle, some place name?

"... right. It's a place name in the eastern part of the Suaven Empire. It used to be a small country, but the empire absorbed it and now it's one of the territories."

"Why did you think I was a Toggle person?

"Because the color of my hair and eyes were the same as the eagles. Your skin looks a little different, though."

I see. Surely Ray and Ren also have dark eyes in their dark hair. It may be said to be similar, except that the skin is slightly shallow and dark.

"You thought you might be from your hometown. I'm afraid I'm not from Toggle."

The place where I was born and raised is far away.

No one can possibly know we talked.

"Huh. Well, I don't care."

Then I hope you don't ask.

"Ray...... was born and raised there?

"Sayings, disgusting"

"Well, Les..."

"Don't call me by name with confidence"

What do you want me to do?

"I'm sorry you stopped calling. Because we have nothing more to talk about."

Wow. I don't know... does anyone even have mental tolerance skills? I just want you to give it to me right now. My mind may have to beat itself up and work out, but this is going to break and scatter before I can work out.

- I was sitting in a chair trying to push my cheek against the table, trying to escape half the time and come back to the depot.

Was I the one who told Rim that sweet things are the best when I'm tired?

I was a little tired, and I reached for my toolbag. The magic tool bag Grandpa Wom gave me is very handy. A lot of stuff can be stored, and it doesn't make you feel heavy.

I can also keep food, but these are dangerous if not sunny. Nothing is stopping time inside the bag, so what rots rots. If you were packing food just because it goes in bulk, a few days from now, the tool bag would be trashed.

Well... what I took out was a small paper bag. When the paper bag was diagonally shaken, a grain about the size of a candy ball rolled out over the palm along with the white powder.

This was made by drying a fruit called silver peaches, a portable diet with concentrated nutrients. Silver peaches are delicious enough even in fresh raw conditions, but it is an excellent product that dries them to make them more sweet and long-lasting. It spreads juicy sweetness when included in the mouth, and the fruit-specific aroma stimulates the nasal cavity.

"Oh...... it was a bit of a luxury but good to buy"

I stuck around and took out another grain and threw it in my mouth. It is a strange phenomenon that sugar should take a while to nourish the brain, but it will get better soon afterwards.

The voice of an athlete's call echoed as he had turned a paper bag into a tool bag that only left the last grain.

It was called - Berga.

Standing up from the chair and looking around the room, the man who was bringing it to the wall slowly wakes up and walks away. I don't know if you were observing my fight earlier, but let's just say this one gives you a solid tour of your opponent's power.

It may be a player's prerogative to be able to see the game closer than the audience seats.

This one of Berga's opponents was also a man of good stature, equipped with a large axe and a sword on his hips. Possession skills are axe technique LV2, which should be considered the power there. I can't help but want Berga to strip off the robe he's wearing.

When the bell at the start of the match rings, the man rushes to Berga with a powerful voice. Even if I don't take my life, what action will I take in front of a blow that is likely to slash me in the arm?

I'll watch carefully so I don't miss Berga's move.

But - I can tell you I didn't have to move my gaze around.

Because Berga didn't move a step from where he was standing. That doesn't mean he was defenseless in the attack, or of course his opponent stopped the attack on the way.

It's just an unconstitutionally sticking arm grabbing a shaken axe.

... such an idiot. That's nothing. It's not an axe that crushed the blade, and even if it is, it shouldn't normally be safe if you take an axe that weighs like that.

That's bare hands... right?

"What the hell are you doing?"

Your opponent is trying to move the axe with a desperate look on his face, but he doesn't even move with Pickle. He tried to pull his sword out of his waist and swing it to Berga in agony, but it was also stopped with one hand.

The man who was both powerless with the weapon in his hand seemed to have lost his temper of war or whined something to Berga.

Berga, throwing the weapon he was grasping at the ground, turns his back silently towards the target.

From here it may be a predetermined pattern, but the man who picked up the axe dumped on the ground tried to strike Berga from behind, but a perfect payback.

The spinning kick rolled out as the body was half-spinned led the man to taste the aerial levitation experience. Perhaps...... I may have broken a few ribs.

The man who stopped moving was transported to the ambulance staff, where the game is over.

I didn't know the look on Berga's face all the time, but I had the illusion that I looked at this one for a moment because of my mind and laughed.

Do it...... stronger than expected. It would be against the rule to grab a weapon with your bare hands.

I'm getting kind of awfully anxious.

What if I lose...... I want to decide not to think because what I start thinking is evidence that my heart is already losing.

We'll have to distance ourselves and explore effective methods of attack when we're actually relative.

"- Could you be free?

"Huh?"

Safely after the second battle, I was standing in front of the house again. As always, Ray's words that don't break his cold attitude distract me from feeling a little anxious in advance of the game with Berga...... there's no way it's coming, it's just not hectic.

"You know, I'll give you this. Just be quiet."

I threw the silver peach dried fruit out of the tool bag onto Ray so the guard wouldn't find it.

"Huh? These people... na"

It was Ray who tried to throw it away instantly, but apparently he's arguing in his brain with the temptation of sweetness. After a while I turned my back on this one and the silver peaches disappeared without showing me how to eat them.

"Hey, you're surprisingly good with my sister Ray. So... what are you really doing here?

Ren snorts beside Ray, who enjoys the sweetness of the fruit, but seems to have forgotten what he was talking about earlier.

"You said you wanted to talk to me."

When I say that, Ren punches his hand and smiles as if he remembers.

"Ah! Are you listening to me? I think it's a good thing you're interested in an oiler."

Ren's unpleasant floating attitude made him look just a little more serious.