Shadow Brave's Readventure - Re-Tale of the Brave

Just a little bit, time rolls back. When Kate was in the Blue Block finals. As a matter of course, the finals were supposed to be played on other blocks at the same time.

It's the final showdown of each block on the boulder. In a way, it can be said that it is one of the best attractions. And the final of the White Block was one of the biggest shows of the tournament. That's why the audience was in there more than anywhere else. but there was no cheering.

Signs of tingling fill the space. Both silent. Not a word to speak. I'm not even going to talk about it. We just look to each other.

"Right! Weisslitter stream! Alphonse Weisslitter! Left! Weisslitter Stream! Rufaus Weisslitter!

An executive committee member of the tournament tells the name of two people with the exact same face. The two faces were alike, to the contrary horrible that their personalities were the opposite. The stature is similar. I'm with you. It was as if it were a mirror around the witness.

"... the match, the start!

A witness announces the start of the competition. So, at the same time, the two kicked hard on the ground simultaneously and stepped into the target.

"" Ha-ha-ha!

They both wield swords at much the same speed. Neither of them did everything they could from the beginning, and I didn't think about anything after this. Consequently, the clash occurred at the center of the venue, where the attendants stood until earlier.

"" Huh!

Both slaughtered simultaneously, like mirroring, can cross slaughter with roughly the same power. And with that shock, I look back slightly. It seemed so powerful that I thought I was going to take it down with my first hand. but when you instantly rebuild it, it fleshes to the target again.

Basic fighting styles go hand in hand. They both weigh slightly on offense as a way of fighting. but Al used a slight combination of body surgery, and Rufaus saw a difference in detail, such as good use of the shield.

That said, the difference is to that extent. Dare I say, only to the extent of differences in doctrinal tastes. Moreover, the difference is what kind of person was nearby. Al is my brother Lucius, who can also do fistfighters. Rufaus is the prestigious knights of the land of Luxerion. This difference only made a difference in the stretchable parts of the two.

And you can say that the two talents are almost identical. Therefore, sword moves alone do not make as much difference between the two. So we took the same arrangement from there, almost like mirroring each other.

"" Ha!

The two with the same face wave their swords down from the upper stages at the same time. Then, for a short while, he brought it to the impasse.

"Ooh!

"Nooo... uuuuuuu!

Both can put the maximum force they can hold into their arms to push their opponents off all at once. but this goes up in armament to Al, whose body surgery is also in the choice. Whether it is the same physique with a similar face or slightly different in body specs from the difference in training. If it was a physical workout, Al seemed to win better.

"Eh."

If it's a simple force comparison, push it down. When Rufaus immediately understands it, he decides it is unfavourable to fight like this. And if Al was superior in power, Rufaus was superior in skill to his ancestors, 300 years old and 1000 years old. That was the difference.

"Huh!"

When Rufaus pulls out the force he was putting in his arms without hesitation, he tries to slip it and diverts Al's power. The recirculation was brilliant enough to be considered perfect from what they call Musashi and Kenjo. That said, Al is better off if you mean it physically. If it's the speed of rebuilding, etc., Al exceeds it.

"Ha!"

When Al realizes that he has been diverted and understands that he is out of balance, he dares to turn forward and let go of his distance. And the blow of the horizontal giraffe, unleashed by Rufaus, as he turned around, passes by.

"Monkey, you are!

"I hope you say it's light!

As he responds to Rufaus, who was angry at avoiding his blow, he responds slightly absurdly as Al jumps up into the air with only his arm's muscle strength.

"Haaaa!

Al leaps up into the air and hits Rufaus, trying to descend sharply. In contrast, Rufaus struck a reverse suspension by connecting from a crossbow blow.

"Ha!"

Again, the two sword triumphs intersect. Rufaus couldn't even bear the blow of putting all his weight on the boulder, and Rufaus' face is distorted. but when he pressed it in with temper, he put his strength into it all at once.

"Whoa, whoa!

Rufaus can roar loudly. Along with that, the force released from his body swelled up at once, pushing Al back. It's Rufaus with his feet on the ground on a boulder and Al with no feet on the ground. Once in a state of antagonism, Rufaus can win.

"Ha!"

Rufaus kicked the ground toward Al, who blew heavily above him. He can use flying techniques. And the kites didn't use it in this tournament, but it's not forbidden to fly. I wanted to fight with pure sword moves and spear moves, only they didn't dare to use them.

In the first place, if you ban airstrikes, there will be talk of fighting < > continuously. If I can get that thing out in a row, I can fly the sky pseudo. It is certainly possible to create scaffolding and simulate floating. As long as I didn't ask for more personal technology, I didn't need to ban it anywhere else. It is only judged that the man who cannot do it is bad.

"Huh!"

Al slightly opens his eyes to Rufaus, who is rapidly approaching himself. But there's nothing suspicious about it. Rufaus was able to use flying techniques in the first place as of the Intercontinental Conference. There is no magic guided armor with flying planes in the Patriarchate. And if he had joined Al, who was in the air, he would have flew by himself.

"Huh, I rely too much on tools"

When Rufaus says so, he relentlessly strikes Al. Al, on the other hand, does his best to receive it without the art of exchange. This time he is not equipped with magic guidance armor with flying planes according to the rules of the tournament.

It is forbidden that the difference between those who possess it and those who do not possess it should come true. And advanced military supplies. I don't even get commercially available. It was quite natural that it was forbidden to bring it in.

"Ha!"

"Huh!"

Rufaus strikes from all directions up, down, left and right to Al. That was as much an attack method as possible to hold Al at one point. Depending on the look of it, it looks like it's stuck, but it never is.

He knew it was troublesome to hunt him down on the wall. Interwall is no exaggeration to say that, if I say so, there is another ground perpendicular to the ground. in Al's favor.

"Eh..."

There is a slight bitterness in Al's face. He's just being unilaterally attacked. It would also be natural to have this look. In contrast, Rufaus has no mercy. He was about to raid and fall from under Al. Launching him, he leaps straight through Al and over.

"It's over!

When Rufaus tells him so absurdly in his voice, he strikes Al to release a blow with all his weight on it in a steep descent, just as he was hit. In contrast, Al has not even been able to look back on whether there was an earlier shock.

"Ooh!

Rufaus roars and speeds up all at once. As a result, the distance between the two became so small that Rufaus could not stop, that he would be astonished.

"What!?

Suddenly, Al moved in the air, which was supposed to have only been unilaterally stirred before. As he slid through the side of Rufaus as he twirled around, he turned straight into Rufaus' back and slapped him in the kick.

"Ha!"

"Gu!"

I get a blow to the back. A creaking noise leaks out of Rufaus's mouth. Apparently, he got a direct hit, which leaked air in his lungs. Thus, in addition to his own acceleration, Rufaus falls once and for all to the ground under the acceleration caused by Al's kick.

"Chi!

but I guess Rufaus also had just been told he was a boulder genius. When he regains his position immediately, he lands cleverly on the ground like a cat. The power had been totally killed and it was a totally no-damage landing.

"You're like a cat."

Al floating in the air laughs at Rufaus' earlier flow. but Rufaus was slightly angry at it.

"You... have you been able to fly?"

Of course.

Al smiled and nodded at Rufaus's inquiry, which he assumed was completely unusable because he was only being singled out.

He and I had been training mixed up in the adventure club for months. He was able to use flying techniques during several months of training. I mean, everything that seemed to be pushed unilaterally was his act. That's how he tells you when you get down to the ground.

"Well, I'm sorry, because you were able to use it. There will definitely be a day to fight at some point. Even if I was flying at that time, I'd lose when it's gone. I've been asking the McDawell family to train me well for a few months... well, I didn't think this was gonna be the kind of fight."

"... Hmm. Naturally."

Rufaus was slightly displeased with Al's words - against the plot - but was somewhere satisfied that it was reasonable and right. Again, this one. I guess he's serious. Apart from our other thoughts on the Weisslitter family, the evaluation looked like we were giving it as an evaluation.

"Well... it's time for the engine to warm up, and let's do it for real"

"Hmm... would be good"

Rufaus regains his temper as he responds to Al's words. The pain in my back has already pulled off. Al couldn't have struck a satisfactory blow because he needed an act to strike surprise.

This one Al didn't talk about, but where he misread it, he couldn't be satisfied with the response because Rufaus attacked him faster than he expected. Originally, it seemed like he was going to clash it as it were. but I missed the reading and accelerated it, so it was the best, I guess.

"... Ha!

"... Ha!

Only for a moment, they unite their spirits. From here, it's the real deal. That's how they both uplifted themselves at once and wore white flames and clear ice. That said, neither has undergone a major transformation, as it did at the time of the Intercontinental Conference, in order to avoid excessive power. Balance-oriented, that is why.

The two observe each other silently. From here on out, we can't imagine each other. Probably the only two people in this realm at the same age who look around at the Patriarchate and the Empire are called geniuses. So we've never seen each other's bills before. It's not like we can move on to a swine rush.

(Iceless)... colorless, clear ice... trouble not seeing through the time? Plus, it's easy to stretch... can you get skewered if you approach it poorly)

Rufaus sees the shining clear ice that Al wraps around him, and that's how he judges the nasty points. I'm still a swordsman. It's hard to say I can't measure the time. Furthermore, the ice wrapped around Al's body works quite freely on the length. I can't be alarmed because I saw a mistake once.

(White flames... or white flames... maybe when you approach the detour you see painful eyes... the range is shorter than the ice... but if you approach it poorly you might get burned out by the flames)

Al, on the other hand, was Al, who had decided not to come close to Rufaus for a detour. White flames have heat in themselves, and if you touch them, you can burn down your enemies.

Furthermore, unlike ice, the shape of the flame is freely available. By nature, we can't stretch that far, so if we don't get close, we'll be fine, but we won't get close to the detour.

What to do. Al and Rufaus stare at each other and think about their next move. but there was only one answer I could give. And it was oddly simultaneous that I gave that answer.

"" Ha!

Both kick the ground again at the same time. We defend ourselves with attributes that prevent each other from attacking. Then, while we prevented each other from attacking with it, we merely rewarded each other with the same sword trident as we did earlier.

"Huh!

"Ha!"

Al and Rufaus wield their swords at the same time. The structure is the same as it was at the beginning. but there was a slight explosion between the sword wrapped around the white flame that so collided and the sword wrapped in clear ice. It is a water vapor explosion.

Apparently, Al's ice evaporated in an instant and there was an explosion. That said, it is repaired in an instant by Al's magic. Furthermore, the explosion of this magnitude caused both hair to shake to such an extent that they could not even glance.

"Ha!"

"Chi no!

Both do the sword trident reward while making their hair dance continuously with the unlikely sound of a sword trident. It was as if the twins were even fighting.

I was impressed by the fact that they used conflicting forces to fight. And I didn't try to do that, but it looked that way from both of us. I was under the illusion that the flaming self, the icing self, was there.

"Ha!"

The two just leave themselves to the stream and choose the best sword trident with intuition. So, I guess. Al could read the next Rufaus blow for some reason. Therefore he gives in without any hesitation. At that moment, Rufaus' slaughter passed overhead.

"Ha!"

Now Al springs his entire body to release the blow of the cut. And to Rufaus, too, Al's movements could be read. Therefore he shifts his half body so that it spins. And shortly afterwards, a slaughter passed beside him.

"Ha!"

He springs his whole body and jumps up Al spins around behind his own back. Rufaus understands it intuitively. He therefore decides to speed up the spin and intercept it.

"Ha!"

The opposing Al was also able to read Rufaus' interception for some reason. Therefore, when he lands without hesitation, he releases a blow of interception straight into the horizontal giraffe.

"" Huh!

The moment the slaughter of the two collided. Two consciousness glimpses something. It was an old memory, as far away as I can remember. They in it were making exactly the same move as they do now. but the two surface consciousnesses never notice it, but let the next hand go so that it is guided by its memory.

"Ha, ha, ha!

"Ha, ha, ha!

The two get in the mood at the same time. We were watching each other, looking at each other, and seeing someone else on the other side even more. Thus, the clash connected the two consciousness to someone who was not now. but I guess that was because it was too similar a situation. Even those connected to each other never realized that.

"'Ha!

"'Ha!

Again, the two swordspears collide to make an explosion sound. And they connect with the past without knowing each other, and they increase the speed of the gladiator even more. but yes, therefore, and because it is the past that is connected, the phenomenon that could not have happened originally caused the battle to be attached. That was a call from the past.

"Ugh! I'm not doing dokandokan with a wooden knife!

"" "'Huh!?

Four people at the same time are taken conscious by the anger of someone who has been echoing. That's all I could hear, except for the two people connected to them, Al and Rufaus. But it still sounded to you both. And the bad news was that the voice had a vested sense of vision.

"" Huh!

At the same time, they realize that their hands are crazy with an unlikely voice that echoed in their ears. Distracted by our voices, the slaughter trajectories slipped slightly from where we imagined ourselves.

"" Gu!

The two swords, which were supposed to cross, pass up and down without crossing. And at the same time, we hit each other on the flank. That's a blow to each other's full strength. Therefore, we were to blow each other's bodies wide open.

"Guuuuuuu!"

"Tsuuuuuuuu!

Al and Rufaus manage to put their swords up on the ground to stop their blown bodies as they flank the pain of each other's slaughter that has hit them directly. but we hit each other directly. With my knees bent, I couldn't stand up anymore. and shortly thereafter. A witness rang the bell.

"... that's it! There's a battle! Two, two!

"What...?

"Become..."

Al is baffled, and Rufaus opens his eyes to reveal his surprise. but more than that, there was a bewilderment on the inside of the two now.

"What's that..."

"What the hell..."

Perhaps you only see yourself. That's what we think of each other. But at the same time, we thought they were probably watching the same footage as each other. Otherwise, I can't explain what's going on. and the executive committee members of the tournament approached those two.

"Can you stand?

"Are you all right?

"Oh, oh... stick around!

"Ah, big length, stay!

Apparently, it's pretty hard. I don't think my ribs are broken, but you should do an examination. Of course, the blue tan is made quite badly.

"Oh, you can't do this... that way either. Carry the two of us on a stretcher!

"Stretcher stretcher! Hurry up and bring it!

Seeing the two men sweating from standing up, the executive committee of the tournament tells them to carry them to the infirmary. Thus, while Al and Rufaus questioned each other about the current act, they would never speak of it to each other and would be transported to the infirmary.