Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

"Why did you suddenly make contact?

The girl answered Huta's question openly.

"Whether to call this destiny or not. I'm starting to want to try it."

Um?

The poetic rhetoric was incomprehensible to Futa.

Do rich people do everything they can to make things easier? With a head that can only think of so much, it is almost impossible to give a romantic return to her words.

It's not a "profession."

"This request has been made several times... and you were the only one who showed up before me."

"Maybe it is."

Her fighting spirit is intimidating and oppressing her surroundings.

Those who sleep around here won't even be able to breathe.

Indeed, in that sense, if it weren't for Futa, we might not even have been able to have this conversation.

"The fact that you had painful thoughts by" occupation ". From a distant country to this kingdom.... that the sword's arm stood up, and I said it myself."

Suddenly she pulled out a sword.

Estoku - A long sword with a blade called Konzesh.

The girl, huh, with her exhaled hot breath, pointed her neck towards the lid.

"That's all that matters to me. And then - if your arm is as I imagined."

……

Compensation is provided separately. The request is made by hand.

The girl's arms in front of her are probably comparable to those of the Colosseum.

Then there is no reason to refuse.

Smaller than she could hear, Futa murmured.

"For example, if I change jobs unemployed from champion to champion, what I do will not change."

There's no audience.

But I was in the mood for my last sword.

If this is the last time you can fight with your heart, you won't be so happy.

"I have nothing but spares."

"It doesn't matter."

Huta stood up before the dropped Konzesh.

"My best weapon is the one they use."

I don't know. The moment Futa's eyes switched to that of a gladiator.

The girl trembled behind the hood.

"Is my weapon my specialty?"

Did you take it as a provocation?

She breathed hot as she walked around in her hood.

It is not the intention to upset the client.

She lowered her eyebrows in trouble and tried to apologize, but she continued.

"... that's a good dialogue."

"What about it?"

"I'd like to say something. Me too. That's cool."

"Ha, ha."

I'm not sure what the rich think.

The reason for the trouble has changed, and the eyebrows are still down, but I shake the konzesh at hand and change my mind.

"The opponent surrenders or triumphs with edging. I'm not going to hurt you. And don't shout too loud."

"Louder?

"... I don't want the King's Landing to know that there are people here - let alone that I am."

"I don't know, I understand."

"Yes, even if I don't know why. People who can do that are very favorable."

Let's get started.

That's what she said, she took a slight distance.

The girl stands up. Huta did the same.

I'm coming.

Shigei is pouring! ▼

She disappeared like a blur.

The crackle makes a small, cobblestone sound.

Small breeze on cheeks.

The signs are down.

Futa reflexes Konzesh in front of her throat.

Sparks. Metal sounds.

Soon after the blink of an eye, she was thin to the fouta.

Multiple strikes. The spikes are accurate and push one after the other towards the body's acute point.

Hold them all down with the same Konzesh prick.

Stab and pull.

The weakness of the movement may require one breath, but the longer it continues, the slower it will slow down.

As soon as I perceived the attack, the girl flew back.

Fufu

"... am I right for your glasses?

Smile. Futa knew.

This is just a greeting.

Play to find out how much a stranger can fight.

I don't know if I'll kill him by accident.

How far will the other party follow me? Sword conversation.

"Now, what do you think... from now on?"

"... yes"

Fluffy, like the wind, the girl disappears.

The next moment, from the right - no, behind.

Looking back with a dull sound, the girl draws an arc around her mouth.

"The charm of Konzesh is that it is a stabbing sword, but it can also be wiped out by a long blade. It means you don't have to make it so much as stick the other person's neck from behind."

"I thought there was a lot to avoid, but would you look back and take it? It's..."

--You can afford it.

Leaving that murmur, the girl can scratch it out again.

Futa understood that this disappearance was not caused by magic.

Quick. That's the limit. Repeat slow and agile movements.

It deceives people's eyes and makes them look like they've disappeared.

Because she is a small girl, her performance is even better.

But I already understood.

She appeared behind her, aiming for Futa as she pushed Konzesh up from below.

Spikes and snags from the step back.

- I know.

A style that deceives the target's eyes and targets them.

- I know.

It is a beautiful technique that has been soaked in the classics, but perhaps initially handled by some orthodox school.

- I know.

"Kh... can't you attack me?!

The girl's fever is rising.

One, two, three, four.

The flash of the blade accurately targets the flash of the lid.

The girl stops her feet once she has been pardoned all of it.

"... I've already passed the test more than I imagined, to be honest."

"But what?

"It was a bit of fun and trouble. ― ― I'll do my best.

No matter what she said, she took off her hood in a mess.

Huta was surprised.

That's true. He would have deliberately hidden his identity and threw the hood away from himself.

Behind that is a girl with extraordinary beauty that dazzles her hair like a silver world.

But soon, Futa also returned her expression.

She was a real samurai with a fierce smile.

Royal Swordsmanship: Rain Deschz

It was her move, which could be called a special move.

Improve Estok's swordsmanship learned in court to handle Konzesh, and then knit it it up into a series of shinobuki rain-like pricks.

The fastest sword technique to make an illusion as if the number of hands had increased to twenty-three, spreads like a spread and wears enemies.

But I even know that.

Fouta intercepted her assault in exactly the same motion.

Mimicry: Lilac M. Fangini - The court's best swordsmanship: rain Deschtes

Fouta was a master of imitation.

It's not just copying.

Instantly captures the target's training trajectory.

What kind of training the opponent has been doing and what kind of opponent they have been fighting.

On top of that, what tactics have you invented?

Mimic the trajectory.

I've done that imitation only by the relative number of warriors in Colosseum.

So, the strongest.

So, no defeat.

The audience laughed at the woman imitating her trajectory.

Unbelievable bastard.

But no one could soil it.

Until the end, the end of the Eight Hundred Chiefs.

Even if he leaves the champion unemployed, he will not lose the trajectory of the war-torn fierce men he has had.

Even in King's Landing far away, the way we fight remains unchanged.

And one more page.

The fierce girl in front of him only joins his trajectory.

Aim for the back. Just like her, she scratches it off and raids it from the blind spot.

"Uh-oh!!

The Konzesh slash was, however, struck by the girl's super reaction.

What surprised me was Futa. But I think it will be enough.

This blow could not have been prevented by her strength.

But somehow, her reaction to the so-called blind spots, such as behind and directly above, was unusual.

Nothing, it's not how talent works. It is simply a result of her efforts to continue to train her reaction to blind spots.

I don't know why. It doesn't matter if you don't know.

Then all you have to do is defeat it from the front.

At the very moment he released "The Royal Swordsmanship: Rain (Deschtes)", he continued to throw it away.

Royal Swordsmanship: Thunder Grijmod

She didn't even let go of her moves.

A puncture through everything that blocks it.

Ugh.

The blade that came through with the serial fire stopped snapping through her throat.

The girl Konzesh, who was hit by the "rain", rolled down to the ground.

"I've never had so much fun!

With her pale and beautiful eyes shining, the girl said so, holding Concesh in her arms.

"That's good."

If the client is satisfied, there is nothing more to be thanked for.

There will also be a separate reward. Futa was satisfied.

Besides...

This is the first time in my life that I have been so pleased with you through this struggle.

Naturally, the lips fell and the corners of the mouth loosened.

No matter how bad it was, I was saved by the rice I had yesterday.

And there were people who would be happy with their polished moves.

It was just Futa's impression that nobody else knew.

To try to live a little longer.

"... this may still be fate."

Futa looks up at the girl's leaked words.

What the hell is going on?

"Try it well. No, it was the biggest. Your swordsman, while unemployed, built up his strength so far... he met me."

The words that spin are beautiful, and the voice that chants is beautiful.

Like a fairy tale princess, she reaches out to Futa.

"Let's invite you as our diner. The only condition is to train together this way when I wish. Everything else is covered."

"Eh...."

"Seriously."

It seemed like I heard a terrible condition, and Futa asked me again.

I go out with her when she wants. Otherwise, freedom.

That alone ensures food, clothing and shelter.

"... is that okay?"

"I expected your value. I won't let anyone else say no."

There is no reason to refuse.

After all, Futa has no future, and there is no guarantee that she will live.

However, it seemed that they were reluctant to accept that the conditions were too good and confused. The girl took Huta's hand and asked.

"Is it difficult? I'll pay as much as I can if I hire. If you tell me what you want, I'll arrange it right away."

"No, no, no, no. It's so scary."

"Are you afraid?"

A girl leaning her neck. Fluffy, beautiful hair like the silver world shakes, and the sun shines and the light shines.

If you hadn't worn a hood, you would have seen a beautiful landscape from the very beginning.

Fouta was astonished at such a mistake.

"I can't believe I'm afraid. I see, I don't want to tie you up. Then you don't have to think about it either."

Heh?

With fluffy hair, the girl put her hand on her chest.

"My name is Lilac M. Fangini. I am the first princess of this kingdom, and I am in charge of the government of the capital. --Fufufu"

The girl points to Futa with pleasure.

"You pointed your sword at the princess, didn't you?

"Is there such a threat!?!?

"- It's easier to threaten than to resist me. It would be best if romantic words swearing allegiance to me, like old knights, were spilled."

A princess? You pointed your sword at me.

I have a lot to say.

Still, Fouta scratched her head. Let's move on.

I've already crossed hell. If the other person wants to make such a happy proposal.

You can wish me happiness for once in my life.

"Huta.... I can't say I'm clever."

"I'm not going to be a partner. It doesn't matter - Futa."

The face of the girl laughing jokingly was very cute and beautiful.