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

Just a little bit, time goes back. When the kites were in the finals. A small number of martial artists outside the venue reflected on their battles. Even so, much of it is a way to meditate and review the battles you defeated and figure out what went wrong with your image.

Well, I'm doing that outside because even they have shame and glory. It's outrageous to let boulders fight in the venue, and the audience intimidates them. That is undermining my true worth as a martial artist. Therefore, he went outside the venue in an unobstructed place.

"Mmm... there. Oh, should I have left..."

He was one of them. Back in the late 30s and early 40s. It hasn't reached at least 50. Numerous appearances. He is strong enough to have competed in the main battle of the Heavenly Hedge Confusion Festival several times. As for the flesh, it has passed its full season more than a decade ago, but it is far higher than it was more than a decade ago if the moves are in full swing.

This time, he was strong enough to assure me that he was the one who would have taken the seed frame had it not been for an irregular called the Great Armor. Big armor and I are now clashing in the Brock finals. You can say it's one of the biggest madness.

I was supposed to get a seed frame, but because I couldn't participate in last year's Tenhao Confusion Festival due to an accidental accident and didn't get a seed frame, I went to this qualifying tournament because of the hassle of going out to qualify in Nakatsu. He was strong enough to say that a breakthrough would be certain if there was no such bad luck as this one when he entered the qualifying round in Nakatsu.

"No... because if I'd gotten out there oh, it would have definitely worked like this..."

He closes his eyes and imagines how he would have gotten out. These image training are also very effective for martial artists. No one fights because they can't win. You think you can win, so you come to the fight.

But even if you think you can win it, it's not like you assume it unfounded. He outstrips his opponent in his own imagination and challenges him to fight in anticipation of winning. To do so, it can be said that image training was, in a sense, an essential technique for martial arts artists.

If reality is better than its imaginary counterpart, you lose, and if it's the same, you win. The battle was decided before the battle, which in a way could be said to be true.

"... hmm... no, can this prevent..."

Guess the opponent's power from a number of paired blades, and he further upwards modifies the image of his great armor. The intuition of a swordsman prevents it. I could tell that I was unconsciously not this powerful. and the finals had begun within repeated image training from defeat that way.

"... m"

He noticed that the finals had begun and thought about returning to the venue, but noticed that a strange figure was standing in front of him. The shadow covered his entire body with a loose robe, and his face was not clearly visible.

He wondered if he didn't realize the adventurer was approaching because he was doing image training, but immediately rethinking it. I figured it out directly, but it was a pretty good user. He hid the signs and was sneaking away.

What can I do for you?

"See with swordsmen who participated in the tournament"

Apparently, the odd shadow is masculine. From his voice he judges so. The voice was not squeaky and powerful, so I guess it was young, but for that there was some unbalanced calm somewhere that seemed pretty old.

Same as Musashi, if you are to parable it. It was as if only the flesh of the old had been rejuvenated. It felt that way to him. That said, the other party's offer was understandable even if he didn't say anything. I don't know myself.

"I see..."

He stands up and hands on a sword strapped to his waist. Those who sell fights against those who have done so well in the tournament each year are constantly followed. It can also be described as some kind of famous tax. Once every few years, he was challenged, too.

And when I was younger, I did it once. He was reflecting on it, and therefore could not blame this opponent. Because there's no way I can make a statement about myself on the shelf. And if so, I thought there was one thing to do. That doesn't mean, of course, calling the city police.

"Let me tell you something about differences in character."

Just like I was once. There is no other way for a young martial artist to be bloodthirsty, and if so, what he/she does when he/she combines his/her experience with polishing martial arts is to correct the mistake. Judging by that, I pull out the blade on my hand. Besides, the opponent also pulled the knife silently. If swordsmen and swordsmen talk to each other, there is no need for words. Only speak with your own sword.

(... knife...?

It's not that a knife is unusual. Although in Enefia it is a weapon originating in the Nakatsu country, it is not so rare if the Empire of Entesia is also in the easternmost part of McDawell territory.

Above all, the top kites are often tight with the light fires, and they have good relations politically, diplomatically, personally, and as men and women. We also fundamentally love the knife in the first place. Therefore, I see knives here more often than in any other territory.

So what made you wonder? That was because the target's knife was as if it was familiar with the target's hand. I felt so incredibly skilled that I didn't fit my age. That was so natural that it even seemed to be integrated. So, the next moment. He will not get the answer to the question, but will put the curtain down in his lifetime.

"... a knife, a treat... were you chasing it with your eyes? brilliant."

When the other man lowers the semi-winner of the White Block in an instant, he bows his head to its body as a martial artist's logic. Apparently, he's a martial artist in a corner, even when he's doing something confusing. and look to the other side abruptly, though such a him.

"... something... can't this be"

He looks at the body and instinctively senses that this recovery should not be made. Something was approaching us at super-speed. His instinct said that we should not encounter it in this situation with something like that.

"Somewhat rough... but this deceased has no way of doing it"

When a man says so, he disappears from the spot. So, a few seconds after that. A city dweller who was walking nearby noticed the smell of blood and the body would be found.

Okay, then a little. Kite, who was unwilling to cut the final, was slightly dissatisfied, but had received reports of investigations into murders committed throughout the town.

"I see... the man who got that far on his own."

Kate shares her thoughts. That said, I've known for a long time that this kind of thing happens. Unfortunately, he's a rough, temperamental martial artist. Once every few years in McDawell, there were accidental killings that had no choice.

We wield tools that can kill each other's creatures. Without a bond, it was quite possible for this to happen. Therefore, when Kate receives the report, she asks, not particularly in mourning, but only in mourning.

"Where did you agree to do that?

"Yes, it seems so. The victim had a knife in his hand, and from the amount of magic left in his sword, he was probably present with someone, and he lost. None of the signs disguised in this. Probably lost in a single blow in the presence of an agreement between the two."

"A young warrior who was proud of his talent sold a fight and accidentally... so he got scared and ran away."

The detective in charge of this case - the city police officer's position is with Kate's wisdom and Japan - reveals some mourning in the words of Musashi. Here, they're probably martial artists, too. I mourned the killing so much that I didn't see him so angry.

"Hmm... both, that's a shame"

"Well, the victim wouldn't be an arm that would have a leap after this... um. It is a shame that he lost so much skill as to make it to the main tournament. A little older could have been a good ancestor."

Next to Kate, Musashi spares the arm of the man who was killed. but at the same time, so it was seeping through slight excitement. So many men were slaughtered and killed in an instant. There was only enough time to find out about the other's arm. As such, the detective who was in charge of this case to both of them gave me more information.

"Cause of death is blood loss from being slashed by a sharp blade. You lost consciousness and died of pain. Probably didn't have time to do some sorcery."

"Pretty smart... if he's like that, you can go to the tournament and get some good stuff."

"I'm not telling you. A small number of martial arts artists see competitions and other schemes as a way out. It's a sad thing..."

Musashi reveals a deep mourning in Kate's words. After all, it's a fight. Among the martial artists close to some extremists were those who believed that it was only a battle if their lives were combined.

And as a musashi, I don't know what that feels like. I lived a warring world with him. I don't know what it feels like to be excited about the exchange of life.

I met my wife, and I became accustomed to her passion, and I still am. Therefore, I thought that I might not have participated if I had. Now is the time to change. I had a good understanding of my former nature.

Therefore, he also understands that there are those who see sweet battles such as the Games as a way out of the way, and he also understands the idea. Therefore, I did not intend to scold any of you as deeply mournful.

Anyway, there are organizations in Japan that claim that it should be a kendo as a martial arts rather than a kendo as a sport. And that claim is no longer denied. If it's Enefia, don't say anything. That's why Musashi asks.

"What kind of punishment would it be here in this case?

"Huh... uh"

"A prison sentence or a punitive sentence for serving in the military. I don't have the body to rot."

Before the detective questioned by Musashi answers, Kate describes the law regarding the murder in McDawell. This is a unique Enefia response to a variety of circumstances, a little different from Earth.

If you have taken your life, make amends by protecting it. Because his life is frequently endangered, he decided to help by having his arms engaged by the military. As Kate put it, it's far more useful. Besides, Musashi nodded with a slight relief.

"Right... um. Then, if your sexual roots are rotten, I'll give you a mouthful. That's all I've got. It's a shame they lose you in jail or something."

Musashi honestly admires this killer's arm. He buried the best of the tournament with a blow and a flash. Happy or unhappy, you can say your arms are proven. Enough, military service would be punished. Assuming, of course, Musashi is right, that the sexual roots are not rotten. So Kate just laughed and nodded at her mood as such a Musashi martial artist.

"That's whatever the teacher wants. Okay, Detective. I'll leave the investigation to you."

"Yes. I'm sorry, I said it was during the tournament..."

"No."

"Uhm. In some ways, this would be the flavor of the tournament. You don't know what's going to happen, that doesn't just mean fighting, but including all the situations that come with it. It may have been Heavenly Door's offer that the battle would end here in a way."

Both Kite and Musashi shake their heads at the detective's apology. It's not their fault. The culprit who made the case is bad. I shouldn't have blamed you. That's how you two get up.

"Hmm... this is the end of the tournament."

"Just the finals, so... starting over again isn't cost-effective, and we can't fight the same fight anymore. We'll have to give up this time."

While Kate agrees with Musashi's unfortunate words, she has no choice but to give up her settlement with the Great Armor. Winning and losing. This can happen all the time. Unfortunately, I accepted that this would also be the flavor of the battle.

"Well... now that there are a few apprentices in this tournament, we're on our way. We have to guide the growth of our arms and the bad things."

"Ah, yes. I get it. I'll see you later."

Kate nods at Musashi's words and decides to break up there. As Amaxa did, several disciples appeared to have participated in the arms test. And that's how one woman spoke to the parting kite.

"Oh, there you are"

"Oh man... you don't look good, you look like that"

It was the sun wheel that spoke up. but kite was sighing in response. The sun wheel laughs grumpy at the words.

"Oh... are you dissatisfied with this degree of breast?

"You... you're not gonna get busted, are you? You're big enough."

Kate laughs only slightly bitterly at the words of the Sun Wheel. There was a familiar look there. Thus grew the hair of the sun wheel golden, fox ears on his head and tails of nine tails on his buttocks.

Needless to say who the Sun Wheel is. It was a < > light fire, one of the rulers of Nakatsu. It is precisely the unity of its formula God. Among the executive committee members of the Games, the rulers of Nakatsu are always in the wrong hands. Her ceremonial god - the lamp fire sends the ceremonial god - was coming to this city at the edge I asked Kate to do.

"Here... concubine, by estimation. Let's thank you for your request. I've made up my mind about the seed by giving it to you."

"Aisa. Even so, name, do something about it. I know the whole thing."

Kite clamps her shoulders as she promises to secure the seed frame. Apparently, you've come to tell me these competition-related stories. Thank you at last.

"Here. No one will notice outside. There are no names in Nakatsu."

"< > is the title of ruler in Nakatsu. Hence the name of the Sun Wheel... it's a story that everyone knows about Nakatsu."

Kate never hid her shame while listening to the light fire. This is a qualifying round for the Nakatsu Games. If so, it can be said that it is mandatory to know about Nakatsu. Even so, nobody in Adventure noticed. Still, the perception of other countries was sweet.

"That's good. Is this still the end of the tournament?

"Um. Well... unfortunately, no."

The light fire also admits Kite's words while seeping in a slight shame. Today's resumption on the boulder is impossible in the first place. Beyond cancelling the tournament once, we have to explain the situation to the Great Armor and other participants, as well as interactions with various other organizations. No matter how hasty, the resumption will be the day after tomorrow.

but then the connections unfolding in the venue cease to be maintained. We are developing a strong bond to ensure the safety of our audience. That has no sustainability in relation to cost-efficiency. Even considering the withdrawal of the venue, it was obviously not cost-effective to re-paste new items only for the finals and only for the qualifying finals. Unfortunately, it would have been better if this battle had been carried over to the Heavenly Hedge Confusion Festival.

"Well, don't you. Do you want to enjoy the next Heavenly Hegemony Festival?"

Kate decides she has no choice but to convince herself to look forward to it. As such, he went straight to the hotel where the Adventure Department stayed, while the lights went to the hotel he was imposing with the sanctuary in order to tell him what to do on the side of the tournament to the Great Armor.