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

I remember three years ago.

The Lacquer Dagger versus Land Dagger cards were famous for their beauty and attractiveness to the audience.

Winning or losing is a slight prime advantage. However, counting the number of irregular wins was by no means a pleasant result for Prim.

--I can always remember the most important thing. The "Mad Eater" song after kicking a stone. The shame of being sheltered by players outside the match.

- First!

Prim Lancaster crosses and penetrates.

Ailoon B. Smiles swings his fist and tries to break through the front.

Oddly enough, the two ideas were exactly the same.

Take the lead.

Whether it's Prim or Iron, we know that attracting people to your style is the fastest way to win.

Prim Lancaster, the number one Colosseum shooter in the first round, said he was looking forward to winning the blow, and that the first one was sort of the first watershed.

On the contrary, that's why.

Iroon was never a gladiator better than the other Eight Flashes at the initial speed, but his opponent Primes were, so it would be a huge advantage if he could take this lead.

The frontal collision is fist and hammer.

At the moment of the collision, the fighting spirit that swells up from the tip to the starting point becomes the wind, rushing through the spectacular seat like a ripple.

Ji, the sparks scatter for a moment.

The result - Prim took the lead. The cross grabs the nail in the best position before the Iroon's fist is thrown straight ahead.

He threw his fist through her cheeks.

The impetuously pushed eye rune rotates his left foot to the axis and takes the back of the prime and kicks.

However, the difference between the first and the second was clearly shown here.

Prim is aware of this flow when he plays his fist with a knife. In contrast, the eye rune remains completely flowing. The previously read Prim lowered his posture without looking back and avoided turning and kicking. At the same time, Prim's sword was shaken like a sword.

Relax the power of the hand that holds the hand, and hold the hand short to slip. The flow at hand is a fast stunt.

Even at very close range, Prim Lancaster's barrage stretches out.

"Kh..."

I just learned that Iroon is a big Swedish.

Evade a cross from a low position like a sword with its flexible limbs. Eyroone opened her eyes to a blade that slightly cut through her chest ruffles.

"--Should it be called a boulder? and deliver the blade to my clothes."

Back spring. With both hands from Sweden, the eye-rune turned back like a spring and murmured with her mouth raised.

Previous qualifiers.

Ayroon B. Smiles appeared in a white dress with his umbrella in one hand.

Sitting at the top of the pile of samurai lined up, her white clothes were free of any dirt, and she saw red blood dripping only on her umbrella and dress gloves.

But what do you think?

A decorative cloth on your chest in a much narrower space than a dress. The blade has already been grabbed and cut.

With just one dagger, the woman in front looks boring.

"What? I'd rather be proud to have been avoided once."

The corner of the eye rune hangs.

I'm sure Prim doesn't understand half of Eilon's words.

You don't think it was praised, and you don't notice the irony.

But...

Her response was well awaited with painful answers to Eilon's sarcasm.

― ― I told her in secret.

Be proud of your arms that have arrived in the cloth.

--Prim spoke directly.

And be proud that you were averted.

Mutual. Yes, just naturally.

The fact that you are looking down on the person in front of you.

It won't end with a single blow. I know that I have abilities that are close to me.

But I think Iroon. There is no reason to lose to the woman in front of you.

If you were confident that you would play the Iroon fist fast enough to replace the first greeting, you should have shot Iroon in the face from the beginning.

But "I'll kill you," Prim won't choose.

Prim thinks. There is no reason to lose to the woman in front of you.

Enough skill for yourself. Fighting from the front as a gladiator can be defeated by a crosshairs technique from the top of martial arts. I beat Eilon's body trick.

But "because I don't recognize it as strong", Iroon stands with plenty of room.

"As a gladiator, I will crush you."

Prim squeezes his staggered hammer and throws a jumping blow.

"Changshan Cross: Meteor Ichiya"

"That vain cowardice will make you terrible and boring."

Eyroon answered with one hand on the ground. A cynomolgus-like stance with your legs open and one hand behind your back.

Nocturnal Reminder

Avoid a single shot of a fired meteor on paper - no, Eyroon wraps his floating right arm around the neck of the Prim.

With the momentum pushed in, Eyroon rotates the neck of the prime about the axis. Switch positions, take advantage of the prime momentum, and turn the neck around the other arm.

Sleep tight.

Intense "neck folding (neck breaker)", shaking arms around the neck and knocking the back of the head down into the field.

Primes dropped from his head with his feet floating, beating his head into the field.

Wow, a screaming cheer goes up.

Eyroon's vision, trying to exhale into the perfect feeling - a painful toe flying from its right.

Hmm...

"It's not like you can fall down to the extent that you've done what you know."

The moment I looked back, I saw a cross standing on the ground.

That's all I knew about Eilon. He said that his Nocturnal Psalm had not been developed.

Shortly before hitting the back of the head, Prim shook the cross.

Balance only with a cross that stuck with both hands, and keep the cross like a pole dance with a large wheel on the axis. The eye-rune blew up as soon as she kicked her legs in the side of her head.

The landing eye rune laughs.

Prim Lancaster. Probably not human.

Even though he fell from his head to the ground, he just supported his weight with a cross, and even held onto the big wheel? What is going on with the strength of my arm?

"Ahh... ahh... it's the highest..."

Eyroon laughs at the woman in front of her as she suppresses her side head and stands in a slightly blurred vision.

Unexpectedly, I put my hands on both cheeks and became intoxicated.

"Let's sing together... let's sing!! Ahhh... Ahhhhhh...!!

An eye-run that distorts the horns of ecstasy and plunges into a prime.

Springs in both hands from leaps are synonymous with singing when released.

Solo (Air Aria)

Rotating feet are like blades.

Prim calmly crucified the incoming attack.

Play, play, play, play.

Aria said her legs, which kept turning her hands about the axis, wouldn't stop until she kicked her opponent down.

I'm sure that's what the soloist (Air Aria), which was released shortly after we sang together, said.

Follow me.

So come on.

From the audience, her spinning feet are fast enough to look only like discs anymore.

But Prim, who keeps playing his feet without eating himself, sighs annoying one.

"Why should I tailor you?"

At that moment, Prim shook down his cross and hit the ground.

She vigorously shook up the tip of the cross, which was shaped to dive under the feet of Iroon.

At the same time, the legs of the eyeleons are raised so that they can be raised, and the unbalanced eyeleons are defenseless.

To see in the inverted world is a narrowed cross.

Blow it up.

Changshan Cross: Full Sky

There was no such thing as forgiveness.

Unleashed on an eye rune without any help to prevent, it is a myriad of projectiles reminiscent of heavenly stars.

Just as Prim knows Iron's moves, so does Iron.

That's why you can avoid it, take it backwards. Such movements will also exist if we meet. But that's why, when you completely seal the movement, you can understand that it's rather stuffy.

If you accept this properly, you are defeated. Eyroon understood it in an instant - sticking out one hand.

/(adv, adv-to, vs) (on-mim) (on-mim) feeling better/feeling better/feeling better

Take the first shot from the palm of your hand with an eye-opening prime.

It's not a one-handed technique. Not to mention a technique that can be balanced with one hand while standing upside down.

So I did.

Instead of breaking the balance, she blew up more momentum than usual, bouncing two or three times over the cobblestone field and rolling in an irregular fashion.

As the audience cheered, Prim stared at the opponent.

He took a blow from the armpit, but one arm must have sustained intense damage. Not to mention being blown away with momentum and leaving a lot of pain all over the body.

From the audience's point of view, Prim seemed overwhelmed.

─ That's not true.

Yeah, but it looks like I can't stand the eye rune. Oniichan "

A plain young man's words jump into the ears of audiences breathing about the situation in the field.

Ah, the damage taken must be considerable. I got a prime thrust with one arm right in front of me. You can't be safe. Tsuneyama Cross's finest sauce is not that sweet. "

Prim Lancaster roots.

The audience already know about Changshan Cross Spear.

The commentary told me everything.

Finally, more and more people began to wonder who the commentary brother was, but there were no creepy holes in what they were talking about.

But...

The eye-rune staring at me stood still.

Like a ghost, your feet flutter with pain. But in those eyes, there was a fighting spirit similar to killing more than ever before.

Ah, if I hadn't taken it, Iroon would have been defeated there.

Are you saying you're overweight at the expense of one arm!?

I can't say sacrifice. There will be numbness for a while, but look where the eye rune was before it blew up. "

Gu, stretch out and peek into the field of pasta.

She found it. And the audience, other than pasta, would have roughly seen it.

It's like, yeah. Traces of the cobblestone grabbed by the fingers.

Iroon was perfectly balanced with one arm and backjumped at the same time as the momentum of the Prim's sword. To kill the momentum. "

What is jumping with one hand!?

Eh? Look, pyong-to.

Don't talk on the premise that you can, oniichan!!

Numbness and pain make my right arm useless.

It was not an exaggeration to say that his arm was sealed, but Eyroon's expression was shining.

This is not a practice (sparring). It's not training either.

Again, duel.

A stage worthy of the power that we have cultivated so far.

"Ahhh... Ahhhhh...!!

"There was a beast like you... in the back mountain of my parents' house..."

A prime with a disgusting face.

However, the expression was relatively calm compared to the previous one.

Originally, Prim Lancaster likes to fight.

I like to exchange blades with strong opponents.

Iroon B. Smiles just doesn't like it because he gets his hands dirty with the dastardly deeds of a fighter, and he can "enjoy" himself by crossing blades on the spot.

My breath is rising.

He's as strong as ever.

How do I break this guy?

It's as pleasant for her to think as it is for her to have blood all over her body.

I feel itchy because I admit more than that. Because there was.

So long as she keeps her fist straight.

With Prim, you'll be happy to go on a crucifixion with one hand.

But it's because it's not.

Prim's expression remained stiff.

It could be viewed favourably that there was no alarm, but on the other hand, it was a fact that she was only looking forward to the tournament and was pitiful.

……

In the corner of the premium seat, a young man stared at the prime with cold eyes.

"Win at best and enjoy the next game"

If the prime wins properly, then it will be you - your opponent and the prime will win.

This young man, who doesn't intend to put so much heat into the tournament, sees his opponent and says he'll be able to enjoy Primes in the semi-finals.

I have no intention of abstaining. Fight it, lose it, and get back to work. I was going to.

"Prim will be sad to hear that."

"Hmm, what did I know?"

"If it's enough time to throw out what you know, why don't you go out of your way to make it time to watch the game? Hidden?

"Don't talk nonsense.... simply. It's the first match of events I've been looking forward to for months. It's going to be about dinner tonight."

"Fufu. I want you to do your best to do that."

"If you lose unusually, it's just a joke."

At the tip of the nose, and the reflecting eyes.

The dance of fists and crosses, which collided at a speed almost impossible for ordinary people, had begun again.

You may still have numbness in one arm. Sometimes Primes are good at speed.

Ayroon B. Smiles was still in a good position to say that he was always at a disadvantage.

─ I'm surprised too.

It was Spectacular's general remark that a healthy nine-year-old kept entertaining the audience at all times, so worried that his throat would not die.

That eye rune really gets pushed this far.

I just said that. I don't know how amazing Tsuneyama Cross Spear is. "

No, I heard!! I'm so calm right now, maybe oniichan is the only one in spectacular club!?

That's not true.

Why!?

Those who are fighting these two won't miss a single shot. There must be a lot of people analyzing the game. "

Well, that's... maybe, but... but that's it!! Look, the eye rune blew up again!! Ugh, I can't believe the seller girl is so strong!! I'm not the only one who's surprised!!

The commentator explained earlier that the true value of Changshan Cross Spear is a technique that can cope with all situations.

That's why Eilon, who fights on his own, also explained that he is at a disadvantage at every turn.

I thought this explanation was enough for my brother.

But when you give such a superficial explanation to a person who is not a samurai, there is no way to say yes.

The strength of Iron B. Smiles is already known to the audience. That means proven strength.

But not Prim Lancaster. Although we know the fact that it has emerged as a "preferential frame", there is no way that we can measure the strength of it in concrete terms.

So I noticed it for the first time when I saw it.

I was wondering if that seller girl could show me how much skill she had if she had a knife.

Naturally.

A faction that supports the qualifying Iron Runes we've seen so far.

Actually, it was a strong seller girl, a faction that backed Prim.

The cheer is split in two, and a name-like roar springs out of the audience seat.

But the two gladiators don't seem to have noticed it, so maybe they don't care.

Cheering on each other is familiar.

Rather, it may even mean that you remember three years ago and that you can fight more naturally than usual.

Sparkling sparks.

From the audience seat, the prime dominates at approximately 6: 4.

In that prediction, but it is the plain voice of a man that echoes.

"You know Prim himself."

The voice passes through cheerfully.

My little sister's "What? ', he continued.

The longer it lasts, the stronger Iron B. Smiles gets. No, that's not the right way to put it. "

Prim shook down his leg. An eye rune to evade.

Eyroon dropped his heel. Primes evade without difficulty.

Prim sacrificed himself sideways. Soil and smoke dance.

Iroon waved his fist down from the jump. The cobblestone crushes.

"The longer, the longer."

It is almost the same as Huta's words.

The expression of Shura who enjoys fighting becomes even more vicious.

There's going to be more Ayroon hands.

Moments.

Eyroon kicked a fist-sized rubble at his feet with a prime on it.

I remember three years ago.

The Lacquer Dagger versus Land Dagger cards were famous for their beauty and attractiveness to the audience.

Winning or losing is a slight prime advantage. However, counting the number of irregular wins was by no means a pleasant result for Prim.

--I can always remember the most important thing. The "Mad Eater" song after kicking a stone. The shame of being sheltered by players outside the match.

It's not a prime to leave humiliation behind.

Prim Lancaster is today.

The flying stone was turned back by the eye-rune from the front.