Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

Ceremony Day 8

I seem to have had a stomachache at the banquet the other day, and I'm watching a big game today.

In addition to previous swordsmanship, equestrianism, bowing and wrestling, the competition also added a toss and a marathon.

This is to invite the men of Erwanje to take part as well.

They compete in two days.

You can hang many events by yourself, but it would be one event a day in a realistic place.

Unsurprisingly, the participation of the princes and their servants is also one of the pleasures compared to the power of them and those of Lioncool.

Here, in the guest room, the principals, my family, and other dignitaries sit and watch the game sparsely.

"Father! My brother, have you yet?

"Yeah, it's a winning battle. We're a little further."

I watched swordsmanship games with Robert and Raymond. Chiara is with me.

Swordsmanship, like wrestling, is free to participate beyond the civilian population. It is a winning battle until you lose or get injured.

The number of wins will determine the winner.

The rules are extremely simple, the winner of enough effective hitting with the wooden sword he has.

Shields and armor may be closer to comprehensive martial arts than freedom, or swordsmanship.

I used a hard wooden sword before, but since there are many injuries, I wrap it in a thin quilt and use a stick with a leather bag on it.

Even this would hurt a lot if they hit me, but they're all happy to say "just right for the game".

With bamboo, I would make a bamboo knife, but unfortunately Amoros doesn't seem to have any bamboo.

"Ah! It's my brother!!

Raymond is cheering for "hang in there" aloud.

Robert, who is 10 years old, doesn't make a lot of noise because he seems to have a little light.

"Chiara, do you understand? Hit him with that stick and decide the battle."

"I know, I like swordsmanship too"

Chiara showed Ni her teeth.

She likes swordsmanship and occasionally plays mixed with Raymond's training... the mountain-grown princess is bored with town life.

But he's only playing, and he seems to be troubling Enzo as Fu.

"Did Eema leave it with the samurai?

"That's true."

Chiara is not keen on raising her daughter, Eema, who turns three.

It's nothing like abandoning parenthood, but the Parsons seem to be "raising their children in the whole settlement," and they're fine with leaving them with the people around them.

It would not be unrelated to those cultures for her to adore Raymond, Bell's child.

Yes, the culture is different.

By the way, the people at the Mansion don't question anything because of their perception that "this is what princesses are all about".

As I watched Kiara blurry, she cheered.

Looks like Simon beat the target.

"Father! Did you see that now?

"Wow, that was awesome."

I hadn't seen it at all, but I'd hammer Raymond's story appropriately.

Simon is strong.

He is 13 years old with a weak crown, but taller than an already coarse adult, and is as crisp as a Greek sculpture.

In retrospect, my father Rudolph also had a great body (see story 13).

Maybe my family has an abnormality in myostatin-related genes.

Indeed, myostatin is a substance that helps to suppress muscles so that they do not become too muscular.

I'm not familiar with it either, but the news of a baby born with an unusually developed muscle has a strong impact and is memorable.

That must have been a power or something from generation to generation too...

My genes may have abnormalities in the secretion or reception of this... I feel that my physique and muscles are often not half the way around, including mine.

By the way, my oldest daughter, Emma, is also athletic and has a cracked abs.

... Well, even so, there's nothing I can do...

There is nothing particularly wrong with having too many muscles.

It is true that the fuel consumption is poor and the diet increases abnormally, but the disadvantages are about that.

A farmer or something might starve to death in the winter, but my family is thankfully a lord.

The benefits of physical ability are much greater.

I don't care, but all I can say is that it's strange that 'myostatin' is an otherwise unusable word on my mind.

I remember all the junkies and the general sutra... and I think people's memories are weird.

"Yay! Brother!

"Yikes! I won. I won!

Raymond and Chiara are happy to jump.

It seems Simon has won again. That's four straight wins.

Simon, wearing a droplet-shaped helmet and clasp, went to the audience and put up a wooden sword... not here, but for his fiancée Mariel, who is a little further away.

"Oh, my brother doesn't look this way at all."

"I can't help it, Simon's getting married the day after tomorrow. I love Mariel."

Raymond is unhappy with my words.

"You'll know when you have someone you like, too."

"I'm marrying Chiara!

Raymond is petty and sweet on Chiara.

He's eight years old, but he's still perfect for Chiara.

Chiara is also stroking her head as if she is not satisfied... I envy her.

"Out of the way, Chiara is mine! Me, too. All right, I'll get it!

"Oh no! Whew!!

I caught Raymond's collar and threw it away.

"Barian, don't be abusive to Raymond!

Chiara rushed over to Raymond and the cheating clever son tongued "Be" toward him.

I'm annoyed, so I'll feed you fist bones like machine guns on your head. It's a wooden fish beating move.

"Ouch!

"Balian! No! I hate it!

My son (Raymond) and wife (Chiara) totally made me a villain (heel) and attracted the attention of the audience.

Robert sighed, "What are you doing," and Simon took out his fifth enemy.

………………

In the end, Simon was defeated by the Knight Ge, who hit the seventh, with six out.

This is a splendid achievement, but it is slightly out of recognition.

Knight Ge showed considerable strength after defeating Simon, winning out of nine brilliantly.

A swordsmanship with the impression of Kamakiri utilizing his long strengths... surprisingly, he was an excellent swordsman.

After the game, Simon and the Knight Ge seemed to bud a friendship, and on the banquet table afterwards they were talking somewhat intimately... well, the territory is close and I want them to get along.

Dormier fought well for the bow, but the Knights of Bashro, led by Jean, summed up the podium.

The marathon is a single altar in El Wargne, led by Niall.

Do you have strong cardiopulmonary function because you live at elevated altitudes? Great leg strength with all the alignments.

Unfortunately, only three competitions are held, and tossing, wrestling, and equestrianism are the next day.

On the banquet table afterwards, Jean showed Doya her face, saying, "How's it going?" and it was disgusting. My breath stinks of alcohol.

No, it's amazing, but it's tight to deal with a drunk when you're not drinking.

"All Jean's squadrons are masters of bows."

"Ooh, I work out every day. Keep an eye out from behind, when you take the target off, you stab him in the ass with a knife... like this"

Lolo and Jean are looking to have fun laughing at Guerraggera.

I had a stomachache and today I was holding off on alcohol and drinking honey water...... it's been a while since I've had the pleasure of talking to a friend, but if I hadn't had just one drink, there would be a slack in the tension and I miss him a little.

Also, I felt my stomach move all the time...... I felt a little nauseous and "uhhhhhh" sounded weird.

... I don't like stomach aches and things like that...

I rubbed around my stomach and sighed.

Stomach ailments do not have a good image.

………………

The next day's competition also showed great excitement.

The 9th day of the competition started with a toss, but this is a stand-up for the Elwernies.

Even without the use of a spear thrower, he stretched his bang record and Vice King Killian of Persolon won brilliantly.

He shined brilliantly in two crowns in conjunction with the marathon...... With this result, the demand for Elwanee mercenaries must be greatly increased.

And wrestling...... this was pretty funny.

More than 20 years before my first appearance... Wrestling, which at the time seemed like a comparison of the power of a bear, was quite sophisticated and obviously a winner emerged with skill.

Throwing, articulating, strangling… The skillful are defeating the big man, even the small soldier, and boiling the venue.

Even now, Simon's squire, Nels Shalopin, finished the Aniese giant with his articulation.

It is an unusual but brilliant move close to armlock.

By the way, the Aniese are very similar to the Amoros, but they know well for the unique hairstyle that binds their long stretched hair at the top of the climb.

... All right, I'll go too...

I interrupt the line of contestants and say, "I'm sorry to let you in"... The contestants were surprised at the appearance of the king (me) and gave me the order.

Well, he's a king, and I hope you'll forgive me for all this.

The referee and Nels suddenly showed up confirming my appearance and giving me a surprise look.

Naturally, but normally, the organizers do not participate.

"Heh, is Your Majesty joining us?

The referee has confirmed terribly...... it would have been hard to do if he had been so reluctant and he should have put on the mask.

"Yeah, don't ever treat me like that."

The referee is nodding at my words and confirming something to Nels.

The venue went out of its way, but the referee said, "Start!" and gave the signal to start.

I, the giant, "come hanging from anywhere," spread my hands wide and intercept Nels.

Nels seems to be lowering himself and targeting tackles.

…… Well, that's not a bad idea………

I deliberately took my right leg half a step forward and hung it to invite it... and Nels just planted a one-leg tackle.

Quite a sharp move.

… but it's a small technique………

I pushed Nels to the ground as far as I could from the top. "Guhihi," he said in a weird voice. Nels' tackle is crushed.

I held Nels' torso from the top and threw it behind me.

This is a mound throw, an absurd move called the Carrelins Lift.

As it is, Nels faints without taking a passive, a very rare KO victory in wrestling.

The venue quieted back with Sin for a moment, and a loud cry rolled up like an explosion.

"" Balian! Balian! ""

"" Balian! Balian! ""

I responded to the barian call, sticking my right index finger out to heaven.

"" Whoa whoa!!

Stepped footsteps and cry rock the venue.

The next opponent appeared in the venue in pale face.

Afterwards, I continued my invincible fast forward.

Somewhat fit, technique or not, but not my opponent.

Throw one after the other, overwhelming indirection, suppressing and winning.

At the earliest (no longer) time, it was thought that no one was challenging me... and "that" appeared as the 18th challenger.

Enzo.

"Enzo, it's been a while since we've combined."

"Yes, I polished it with Master Robert and have been working on it for 20 years. I want to try this move."

Enzo laughs invincibly.

By Robert, I mean my brother, not my son.

Enzo Pesar drilled wrestling as his brother's squire and was also a good enemy who tormented me when I was younger.

Now he has left the front line as a child's fu, but he is a leading warrior.

... Enzo, I'm looking forward to this...

I laughed niggardly and took the stand to spread my hands wide open.

Enzo seems to be keeping himself low and measuring distance.

"Start!!

Enzo jumped out low with the referee's signal.

Sharp but not surprising.

…… a tackle? Sweet!

I tried to hold Nels down from the top as well... but that's when Enzo changed.

Elbow strike in a motion that stretches out of a low position.

Close to what I say in sumo wrestling. This guy decided nicely on my jaw.

It's rough fights, but the blow isn't against the rules. It's my fault I ate it.

... Shit, no...

Beautiful blow to the jaw, this rocks the brain.

My consciousness was clear, but my body swung and I stood on a bar.

As it is, Enzo jumps at me in a motion like a decaying tree knock down and hangs on to the containment.

I kick the ground on my knees and try desperately to escape in a shrimp-like motion, but I'm not an enzo to allow it.

Fully contained, the referee hesitated to announce Enzo's victory.

The venue is quiet as if it had hit the water.

"Exactly, they totally did it"

"No, it's a hand that won't make it through again."

Enzo gave me a hand with humility.

Surely the ambush of this hand may not pass twice.

But on the battlefield, you lose your life at that one time... it's no consolation at all. It was a complete defeat.

"Complete defeat! Enzo Pesar is the best wrestling craftsman of the day!!

I take Enzo's hand and stick it up big.

After a moment of confusion, the venue was engulfed by a loud cry.

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

"" Enzo! Enzo! ""

"" Enzo! Enzo! "

"" Ooh wow!!

In the midst of a loud cry, I quietly left the venue behind.

There is remorse.

But more than that, I was happy.

Wrestling's "technology" defeated me.

After more than 20 years of sowing seeds, they took root, grew up, and finally defeated me.

... I'm not sure you're happy about this...

I felt blessed that what I had done had not been in vain.

Tears overflow from my left eye, but this is a joy.

Wrestling grades were my dantoz without 17, but I just declined there.

The winning crown is Enzo without eight.

I praised this winner wholeheartedly.

And equestrianism is won beautifully by Simon.

I also felt some signs of entertainment… it is a promise.

The competition thus ended safely.

Perhaps we could hold competitions regularly once the country and abroad have settled down.

For the record, to comfort me that I was crying, I would add that Chiara did okay... I did it.