Sweet Reincarnation

"First, Mortairn Duel Games"

One sunny morning.

Pastry's, I heard a distracting voice somewhere.

"Attendees, gather around. I'll check the rules in a little while."

There were many people gathered in the square of the main village, some with wooden plaques in their hands, and others interested in a cheer.

Out of that, young, bloody people come under Pais. Some of them are followers of the Mortern family.

"Hey, it's a great duel day"

"Will there ever be such a day? Why is it that when a young man is involved, things become big!!

"As far as I'm concerned, calm routines are best."

"Peace or tranquillity, that's the farthest word from a young man, isn't it?"

It is Nicolo who counts the piles of copper coins in such a way that they can be counted correctly. He is still a young teenager, but he has a reputation for having a hard-working style already.

At the end of the count, he or Pais will explain the rules of the tournament.

Tournament rules include tournament methods. The winner will receive a prize and a Pumpkin Pie made by Pais as a side prize.

Various thoughts have been involved, making it a big deal, but the two protagonists of this event are Arlacchi, Al, and Marcarlo, Marc.

These two are supposed to hit in the early first round.

"That's all the rules are. Then everyone, try not to get hurt as much as you can. Show me your strength."

"" Oh!!

A battle that began quickly.

Of course, it's a match between Marc and Al at first.

"I won't forgive you for crying today."

"When did I cry? You're the one who doesn't know if you're hurt."

The center of the square. We're both in good spirits when it comes to the first game.

It was both of us that moved.

The rules of the tournament mean we fight each other by bare hands. If we don't get close, we need to talk. It's just a melee.

At the wagering rate, Al is in favor of seven to three. Physical differences are very different, and age is two different things. Who saw it, and it was clear that Al was in his favor.

However, it was widely known that Marc started training his sword every day and working out his body, so there were people who supported Marc with the expectation that maybe.

Al grabs his left hand gently and places it in front of his chest, taking a defensive stance. Stick your palm bottom with your empty right hand.

Marc flushed his protruding hand well and grabbed it as it was. Those who watched knew it would be a stomach that twisted it up and brought it to sleep.

Differences in height and weight can be extremely disadvantageous in standing moves, but if it is a dispute over joints in sleeping moves, the advantages and disadvantages of physical differences will be less. Extremely common sense, decent fight.

Naturally, Al noticed the aim as well. Rumble defense and push forcefully with your left hand.

Both broke apart once in time because of a loss of posture.

"Don't do it"

"You're the one"

Two teenagers in the first half, even though they have some mastery of hand-to-hand fighting.

At first, it seemed to be possible to move as the model I had learned, but as my breath rose, the movement gradually became rough.

Al's movement, which was only beautiful at the beginning, gradually slows down.

As good as that. No, more than that, Marc's movements are getting sloppy.

"So eh, why eh"

"Ha-ha-ha, that's a bummer."

If I noticed, it was a muddy grasping fight. There are no shards such as glamour.

"Come on, you bastard"

"Saya!!

There's been a madness.

Marc, who was sticking to the stick, hit Al, whose breath lifted and his feet became suspicious, with a tack of abandonment with all his strength. Both of those claps have legs. Because it was a long muddy game, and I was already powerless.

When he fell in, Al, who was taller and had a higher center of gravity, suffered more damage. With that gap, Marc takes the arm joint and decides on an overwhelmingly advantageous positioning.

Where I tried to twist it, Al declared gibberish for so much pain.

"That's it, winner, Marcarlo"

"Well, I won, damn it."

The moment he was judged to win, Marc fell to the ground and leaned back.

No longer, I am so tired that I am even billionaire to move my arms.

"Good luck, Marc"

"I'm really tired. I can't move."

Stay on your back. It was exactly a marc that felt like exhaustion, but I was feeling sober. Moya Moya, who wasn't sure what it was, also felt a little refreshed.

And I thought as I looked at the blue sky.

"I lost. I regret it."

Al, who was fit and fatigue was still better, came beside Marc.

It was still a wind that seemed regrettable, but not that serious a face. The feeling that you regret losing to younger people will be enough to forget over time.

He glanced at Pais.

And it's not even Pais who doesn't realize what gaze means.

"Well, did Al want to be one of my men?"

"Yes."

"Even now, do you think so?

"No. It's still good now. Build more bodies, study. After today's revenge, I'll ask you again."

"... Really?"

I'm only thirteen. I'm not even an adult.

The silver-haired boy looked up at Al and nodded, shaming his immaturity and promising if he had a mind to reflect on himself.

"So, after all, what was the cause of the duel?

"Come on, because Marc's stuck to the yarn...? I don't know why you stuck around. I got into a fight too. Marc, I'm sorry."

"Fine, I'm sorry too. Sorry."

Causes of sluggishness in the first place.

If we don't fix this for now, it's possible that the same stinging will happen again. As the next lord, I felt the need to loosen up parts of each other to some extent because it was now that we had a first glitch.

"Al, Marc stuck around because maybe Al was getting along with Lumi. You're Marc's jealousy."

"Chi, no. What the fuck!!

"Let me be clear here. Does Al like Lumi?

I can't do anything in my tired and unable to get up, although Marc makes a noise if I have to.

"No, nothing. I don't hate Lumi, but there's someone else I like."

"Well, who is it?

"It's Master Josephine. It's cute, and the tone is gentle even if it's slightly tight. I've been a fan since you called me when I first got here."

"Are you a sister...... I can't believe that sister could have fans too"

A patterned lord's daughter. Slightly transferring personality and the coarse tone currently being corrected. The privileged appearance of the mother concession. Kind personality of family thoughts.

And she is also Marc's childhood tame, just like Pais and Lumi.

"Huh? Really?

Marc is the one who did this to Al.

After all, I thought Al's favorite girl was about Lumi, so it's completely empty.

"I can't believe there's a man who falls in love with Sister Jose... do you like eating bugs too"

"Well, please don't speak ill of my Lady Josephine."

"Who belongs to whom? If you want to tell your sister how you feel, why don't you take me down?"

"Why does that happen!!

While the children say no, the tournament progresses without delay.

In the end, Marc had been at a snare, and in World War II, he lost lightly to Lumi's brother Lamito. It's a containment in just three seconds. This also included booming flights from around the boulder.

Still, there are sights to say that he is Al's figure in support of his father, or that Lamito is distracted by the girl's cheer and loses, and during the midst of the festivities, he enters the final.

"Then the final game, Tobiam vs. Balamond. First time!!"

The final battle was a battle of different colors.

Whatever, one of us left, Grassage's father. He is Lumi's grandfather. He has already retired and is supposed to be a lot, but he has just defeated the young people in line to reach the finals.

The year is supposed to be the year, but I still intend to lose to the young, and my nose was rough when I won.

The other finalist against is Tobiam. Al's father.

He was strong, even though he had a tongue-in-cheek personality, but he was only scouted for his expected strength.

He's screwing the inexperienced guys hard enough to make it to the finals.

Those two relate.

"Come young!!

"Grandpa, I'll show you around!!

Mmm, and disappointingly both in four. Though Tobiam seems to have a share in his power, the skill of the moves that he is doing well raises armaments to old Balamond.

A collision of forces and moves. It looks pretty good.

Pais and others have regretted that they should have taken a tournament fee.

At the very least, the boy decided to convince himself that the face of the newly hired squire was as good as he could have appealed to him for lack of merit.

While the fever had been going on for a while.

The end came suddenly. Suddenly the old man stopped moving. It solidifies in a flabby hips position, like I just strained my ass.

"Mm!!

"Grandpa, what's going on?"

"My back hurt back in the day...... um, thoughtless"

There is also the term cold water for the elderly.

Eventually, the final battle closed in the form of one retiring.

What a tight ending.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

When the fever of the tournament is over and everyone is back to everyday life.

A troubled adolescent boy was alone, sitting and watching the sunset.

"Marc, what's going on here?"

"Nothing."

It was also the boy (Pais) who called out to the boy (Marc) who was wandering alone like that.

In Pace's hands, the rest of the pumpkin pie he behaved in the winning prize. Though it's getting a lot cooler, this time of year would be a treat for a little hungry growing up.

He doesn't say anything, and Marc grabs the pie he's offered.

"Something troubling you?

"Sort of."

Marc, a childhood tame for Pais.

He had a habit of thinking alone when there was something to worry about. Because the eldest son didn't have an older brother who could talk to him as closely as Lumi did.

"Me, I'm kind of not sure. Even today, I was pretty confident. But in the end, it was a stupid game."

"Confidence?"

"My face, it's not as good as yours or Al's, and I'm not tall. I'm not smart either. Arms up, they laughed a lot today. I really don't have anything good to say."

"Marc......"

The boy's problem is puberty.

When I was little, I believed unfounded, the sunny look of the future. However, with more of the same age being the subject of comparison around here recently, I started to feel something about my shortcomings and complexes again.

"If I'd been born into a better dressed man, I wouldn't have had anything to worry about Lumi, or anything like that. I did something bad to Al, too. I feel sorry for myself."

"So you were depressed here?"

"Sort of."

An emotion of jealousy is not one that can be applied to adolescent boys.

Even large adults can end up with blade wounds. With that in mind, I guess it should be called great, just to be able to see myself calmly.

"... Marc, don't you think pumpkins don't look good?

"Am I right? It sure doesn't feel like a mess. But all of a sudden what?"

Again, I guess I should be the voice here.

Pais felt that way.

As you've had a lot of experience, you should be clear about how your best friend feels. I thought so.

"Pumpkin, it doesn't look good. But it tastes so good when I try it. You can see that by now eating pie."

"Sort of. It tasted good."

"This is tastier to put aside over time than to harvest and eat right away. I call it maturity."

"What's wrong with that?"

Pumpkins, by preserving them after harvest, turn starch into sugar. It is also called maturation, and it is said that it tastes better over time.

There's also a big reason why pumpkins are so conservative and often eaten during the winter months.

"Even humans, it's the same thing. Even if it looks slightly worse, there are many people with great contents. Things that just concern the outside overlook the delicious contents of the corner. Besides, Marc is still a person to come. Aren't we going to be mature and delicious?"

"I'm a pumpkin."

"Isn't that good? Pumpkin. I'll make you a fine pie any day."

"Aren't you going to eat it!!

"Ha."

Pais's jokes also make him feel better to the extent that he can smile and respond.

From now on, I also calmed down that I had to work hard.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. You tried to behave like this to Lumi earlier."

"To Lumi?

"Yeah. So, that's when I asked. I wonder if anyone likes it."

"So, what did you answer?

Pais laughs bitterly when it comes to Lumi.

"'Now more than that, they're eating pie."

"Sounds like him."

They laughed a lot.

In the case of my best friend (Lumi), he still eats better than color.

"For now, Marc"

"Hmm?"

Marc responds to Pace's inquiry with only his gaze.

In those eyes, I saw Pais laughing with a niggle.

"Marc's immediate lover (rival) looks like a pumpkin pie."

The color of the sky they looked up to was like a pumpkin pie.