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

― ― Immediately after the start of qualifying round 2. When Primes were converted to sellers.

Prim Lancaster said that morning, "Ohhhhhhhh!!" and ruined Sir Treasury's room.

Richter L. Klimbroom looked like he had given up everything and recently embraced this grand awakening.

Exercise like a daily exercise in the pulled backyard, rushed from behind while washing your face. It was Richter who got used to living like that and hated being washed away.

Four days after the spectacular tournament, Prim fell on his first break.

"I'm dating you, and I need a little help with my workouts."

"What are you talking about?

It's thick enough.

Richter suddenly burst into a violent rumor (as if reading a letter) that wiped out his workout fatigue.

There were no shards such as the one I was going to have with the training, and rather, it was this side that was completely attached.

--I know why she pulled Richter out.

The point is, I also know that I intend to train to avoid shame in the arena. It's not as boring as waving Gladius to get angry.

But in the first place, it was the barbarians in front of us who forced themselves into the privilege.

"Ahhn, don't look so nasty anymore! I'm aware of that! I'm pulling it out!

Then why did you say that?

"No, look... no thanks for selling clearly like this..."

"This is not a clear favor, either.

"That's right!!

Bububu, Richter sends a disturbing gaze to her, complaining like a booing to the gladiator.

"... so what?"

"Thank you!!!

With a radiant smile, Richter sighs loudly.

"I'm busy. Don't take up time."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not going to ask you that hard!

The delighted Prim picked up some of the stones that were rolling around and handed them to Richter.

"Yes, this."

"What are you gonna do with this?

"Can you throw it at me?

"Avoid it?

Richter, I'm gonna look you in the face and turn you back.

"What are you talking about?

"Ahhn, don't try to leave!!

On the spot, Richter dropped all the stones at his feet and turned his heel back.

Who would realize that she was a gladiator who had fascinated many fans during the Colosseum? The butler's secretary, who secretly watches out the window, is totally through.

"Just turn it back on your face! Really!"

"Why do you think it's going to be like," Well, then, let's do it. "You don't have a head?

"Awful!! Yes!! You just have to catch it!

"- I see. That's what you want to say."

Apart from finally ranking you down from you, Richter tells you in arms.

"I just turned it back, so I can catch it normally, so I'm fine."

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?

"What are you practicing for?

"Flying Stone on Face Practice"

I see. It's like you're doing all the training you can during the game. "

"Well, yes. What's the matter with you?

"Nothing like this.... you'll definitely bounce back at such an idiot's speed, that rock."

"If you knew you were coming, you could take it, right?

"Don't let the barbarians and humans be together, fool."

"Ubutu...??

Looking at the barbarians twisting their heads, Richter shakes his head.

Something's wrong.

Being forced to exercise by the barbarians in front of me.

Even though I was busy, I was allowed to compete in the martial arts competition.

In addition, there is a thick skin on the surface to go with your workout.

--glimpses at the barbarians in front of me.

She keeps training Richter to polish herself like she does every day.

Although it was rounded after a match with Fouta, the horn is alive.

It's not that I don't know why she had such a special workout.

The killer. Richter often remembers watching the game with hostile eyes for a long time.

Something's wrong. Richter exhaled again.

While collecting the pebbles that were dropped earlier.

"Hey, you're bluffing and badmouthing?

"I don't raise or lower it, it's just a word for you."

"That's right. What do you mean?"

"Stupid thing."

"Gu... like good, huh?

"Congratulations."

― ― Arena Spectacular.

What the audience seemed to see was a trajectory for a moment.

Pi, a line between you and me. They understand what happened in the blink of an eye to their consciousness.

A swinging cross, a vigorously upward-facing eye rune.

It drips from my forehead, red.

"I won't eat that hand anymore. Don't do anything dirty...!!

There is no gap in the cross to reposition.

Primes roll over her like a stone on her forehead and her consciousness flies, or she doesn't move while looking up at the sky.

But the pigeon was struck by a useless arm.

There is no gap in the prim's face that strengthens his expression.

Primes didn't let defenseless eye runes down, they won't be surprised to win.

But, modestly speaking, it was strange that the current eye rune was able to reflect on the prime's jaw. Turn completely upwards, and if you can tell, it's just a sign.

I frowned.

Coming.

Eh, what!?

I told you yesterday. There's one more thing on the eye rune. "

"Eh, ah, yeah... eh? No way."

Potah, potah. Blood makes the cobblestone stink.

"Ah-ha... Ah-ha..."

Murmuring laughter is terribly creepy.

A ghostly fighting spirit blows up around her.

"Ahh... fun...!! I... bleed... bleed...!!

It conveys the feeling of lubricating and slippery nails that suppress the forehead.

Burning pain comes from a completely broken forehead. The tingling fever is a clear injury. The injured person is in front of me.

Now I am.

"A-ahhhh!!!

I'm exchanging lives.

"Nh!!!

Stepping in is nostalgic.

A blow to the armor where Prim was stuck with a pattern was a complete spiritual blow.

The first prime to blow up this match, however, turned back with its lightness. With the splendid landing, I was able to sense the other party's whereabouts with signs.

Eilon's position, follow her, over the sky.

"Ahhhh!!

The dropping point of the Eyroon, spinning like a windmill, is Primal's brain heaven.

Immediately after stepping back to calmly distance again, a painful heel drop pierces, breaks, and crushes the cobble.

Shattered fragments, big and small, danced into the air like dirt and sand.

Eyroons distort their lips at the moment they feel slow and at the amount of debris that floats around them.

Eyes sparkle brightly, only one enemy is looking ahead.

Solo (Air Aria)

No hand over the nail will be hurt, whether on a broken cobble or not.

Spin your feet not to kick your enemies through - to turn a floating stone into rubble and fly.

"Khh!!"

It's like the edge of a blade. Primes cut through all the flying stones and bounce them off.

It's the same as Nozoya. It does not fall outside the clear gap she creates.

"Don't lick!!

But Prim Lancaster is calm.

I've never seen anything like it. But in the end, it's the same thing that kicks the rubble.

Play the stone and keep an eye on the eye out for eye movements.

With such an unusual business, Prim intercepts the eye rune.

"Eat this!!

The greedy wolf stared at the eye-rune and turned back the big stone even as it flew.

I was seriously injured if it touched my face. Evade and the attack will not be successful. Counter clearance if playing with arms. All advantages are here.

A moment to pull back the swing.

The only way to earn that time is to roar without thinking.

"Good, but bad."

At the same time as Futa murmured.

Prim's returned rubble struck his forehead.

"Ah hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I didn't even show the appearance of avoidance, and the stone that came to attack hit me directly.

Her penetrating speed, her swinging fist, and her stepping foot don't show any upset.

"Ufu...!?

I'm in.

Of course.

The armor - no, the arm winds up and twists like a spiral, releasing it, striking Prim Lancaster's abdomen directly.

It might be more appropriate to say that it is screwed in.

If Prim had been such an amateur, she wouldn't have even been able to fly back in this instant - she would have seen Iron's fist on her back.

A prime that blows to pieces.

Should it be a boulder that doesn't let go of the hand that holds the crucifix, even though it won't take away any body or force from the limbs?

He fell off his hips, bounced, fell off his right shoulder, bounced again, and finally stopped at the tip of the bow, exhaling a stuffed breath as he remembered.

Shock and pain in the open eyes.

But the world is cruel.

The audience seat is greatly boiled up by the complete blow.

It's decided, isn't this the case that the winning and losing have turned over?

― ― Isn't it true that those who passed the qualifying round won the preferential slot?

It's a reversal from where Ayroon was thought to be completely disadvantaged.

If not, the "manager" sitting in the live seat calmly analyzes.

The audience seat seems to be enjoyable, even if the match is decided in this blow.

If he loses, the Chief Financial Officer shook his head.

But for the two of us in the field, it was never over.

"Ahhh!!!!

A "golden" leap that sparkled his eyes with ecstasy.

A relentless chase is approaching Primes, who have just been able to kill the momentum that has finally blown up.

I don't know, but it seems that Eilon has been in one of these conflict zones for the past year or so.

Eh

I don't know where the details are. But it's only true that he was polishing himself where the exchange of life was at stake. It's more polished than the last guy I know. "

As the commentator's words echoed, the audience shouted.

Prim rolled his body to avoid the fist as the jumping eye rune slammed into the tortoise.

Iroon's fist is intense. When the wind blows up, the prime blows up even after a recoil of broken cobbles.

But that's Prim Lancaster. You just landed beautifully without using any extra force to get up.

"... woohoo"

Spit blood.

Zero red from the mouth, Prim slightly distorts his expression.

I won't let you focus, I won't lose my mind, because.

Clear "intent to kill" is also raising his fist to kill Prim Lancaster at this moment.

"Ahhhh!!!

A revolutionary offensive. With a folding fist and kick, Prim continues to suffer desperately without even breathing.

"Oniichan, I can't believe... there's one more in the eye rune."

I thought the condition was a wound, but it is my own blood. I wonder if I can tell you to lift the upper limit in your head. I don't know, but what's happening in front of me is real. Ah, the eye rune won't stop. "

We were talking about whether we could pull one up, that is, whether the attack would reach the eye rune...!

As a live streamer, I'm just watching the game.

I'm just sitting here as a business owner, obliged to maximize this spectacle. Not even a samurai.

Yet I accidentally swallowed saliva because of the fierce battle that approached me.

A different sense of tension than when Fouta and Ocean fought.

The movement of the disadvantage switching at once makes you feel compelled to think what happens next.

This is the battle between [Eight Flashes].

But at the same time, I think.

Spectacular audiences will think of themselves as amateurs who are not samurai.

This is not Prim anymore.

He turned his face to Futa without thinking.

The feeling of what happens is mixed with expectations and anxiety.

The only way to feel trusted is to put your emotions into the battle before you.

However, the neighbor's commentary just stared calmly at the game.

Nooo

The voice echoes lightly like playing a string called a stretched spectacular claw.

"This isn't the end of the prime."

Wow, the audience is thriving again.

The audience thrived when Ayroon took the lead.

However, the subsequent development of even the prime being hunted down will shift emotions to the prime.

Self-help, irresponsible.

Spectators are such creatures. I am here with money because I find pleasure by depositing my heart with someone else.

At the very least, the spectators who are coming to see the tournament are already coming to see the game, not the spectacular.

However, Futa mutters in her heart.

I'm not sure what to do, but I don't have permission to change Spectacular rules.

Then there will be no reason to tell you.

I was just staring at the reality next door with a slightly peculiar look on my face.

"Ohh...."

I naturally felt the soaked prime.

It's awkward as it is.

Previously, Iroon was certainly a capable person to call "Shura" and a woman who would do anything to win.

But after all, it was killing.

I don't want to kill each other.

I just want to fight the fierce as a gladiator to show my strength. That's all.

If you kill him as a result, he's weak.

I knew to some extent what she was thinking. That's why I hated it.

But she's different now.

I seriously believe that we can see each other's "best efforts" in the exchange of life.

He has a belief similar to madness in the middle of the year that his strength will be proven by defeating "all efforts".

"Let's sing - sing!!!

Fist and kick beatings. I thought you were out of your mind, and the movement was a terrible and calm "hunt."

As the Mermaid of the Corpse Mountain Blood River (Serene) used to say, Primes overwhelmed her attacks.

Mermaid (Serene).

It is a magical fairy tale that attracts and sinks sailing ships with beautiful songs.

A mermaid who gathers and sinks violent men in a river of blood and builds a mountain of bodies.

That's the eye rune. Eilon B. Smiles.

If adventure is to be likened to fighting swords, I see.

The more fierce she is, the more attractive she will be to the end of the sea.

"That's why I'm going to get you!!

I vomited a bloody pneumonia.

Keep playing punches and kicks, roughly a few minits.

It should be said that it is boulders that do not show any fatigue, but the eye rune will also be aware of it.

Prim Lancaster's yakitori is a superb dish. Even that champion admits to being the world's best swimmer.

That can't be a one-sided attack.

Tsuneyama Cross: A Guide Star

A big star that anyone can see from anywhere in the world, looking north.

The second-largest star in the world is a gentle guide who guides someone and protects someone's life.

Named after this stunt, it is one of the mysteries of the Tokuyama Cross, which steers the opponent's attack to the edge of a blade that cuts it off.

"A-ahhhh!! Ahahahaha!!

"There's nothing you can do about it. Because that's how it works."

Tsuneyama Cross: A guide. This is why it is said that the users of Tsuneyama Cross Spearmour who entered the defense will never be able to break. That said, there are only three people in the world who can use this technique. "

Well, what kind of trick is that, oniichan!

To put it simply, I'm going to end the attack with that jar. The reason we can never break it is simply in time. When the cross, which boasts the largest class of reaches among the artifacts, enters the defense, the other human means of attacking the artifacts are severely limited. In other words, it's a trick to sneak the reach, and the point is to shout. In the case of an eye rune, hit your fist straight or shake its long leg. Of course, there will be variations. "

Play, play, play, play.

Eyroon's expression is distorted.

An attack of your own, like a traveler on an inescapable "rule" and forced to follow a guide.

But I can't stop it. If we stop moving defenselessly, we'll end up being thrust into a prime ready to attack.

Prim's legs and hands play in a certain direction.

Eyroon is the fastest to release his left foot at the same time as landing. If it's paid to the left, step in, fist, or right foot. But it's the fastest to be played and then turn and kick. I won't take a counterattack while I'm in the offensive.

This is sand hell. Visualize yourself swallowed by driftsand.

I use a lot of health with Primes. That's right, we'll calculate all of the opponent's attacks and keep playing them in the best possible direction. But should I say that Prim is amazing that he can guess without thinking about it? "

Wow, it's like an animal!

"... hey, the poison isn't hidden."

"Kids are innocent, okay?

"... that's why Iroon has to attack the Primal forever."

You mean the tension!?

That's what happens......

When I hear that, I see wonders and spectators.

A prime that is completely in the counter position and an eye rune that can only keep hitting and kicking each other.

Both breathe roughly. Prim is obviously sweaty and has a lot of bleeding, not to mention eye runes.

However, Futa's eyes were strict. That's right, that's right. However, Iroon didn't say how many tags fell off. I wonder if there was a reason to jump into that Prim move from the front.

If so, that means... we still have something to aim for.

Fouta was actually aiming for it. I just didn't feel like talking about it.

"It's time to give up...!!

"Ahahahaha!! So, oh, so much fun!? Why, why, why!? I don't understand!! One more step, one more step on your neck, in this situation, pull? I don't know what it means, I don't understand it - impossible!!

"Yes - then stay put. Scatter in the night sky, like a meteor!!

"Let's sing, let's sing, until it sinks and bubbles disappear!!

Sparks are scattered and dull iron sounds echo.

The audience watching with stubborn spit is, however, far more impatient than the two.

He shouted either name out loud, and wondered the fate of the battle.

--Prim laughs. I've never played this trick on anyone before. Of course. Compare your patience with Futa and other moves. It's obvious that we're stuck at the end of the gorilla.

However, this mystery is only penetrated by a clear opponent.

Eyroon seemed to have been alert too - I don't know what to say, but he couldn't bear it after the tag came off strangely.

She raised her mouth when she managed to bring it to this state.

--Eyroon laughs. I don't want to compare it with patience. Though it is a big obstacle for Primes to manipulate their moves, it is best to think of them as a struggle to be buried if one step closer to the other.

After all, this could have happened if Prim and Iroon had hit each other with a fighting sword. I had the pride to train a lot, but it was the same with my opponent. Well, that's not bad either. The higher you get, the better.

--That's why I'm sorry.

――

Oniichan?

No.

The eye rune stopped moving.

The Prim releases a blast when he just wins.

At this time, not only the prime, but also the eye-rune were measuring the interval.

Naturally, a man who just repeatedly kicks and punches and thinks nothing can give his name to the eight flashes of heaven.

Iroon was thinking about "pulling."

Tsuneyama Cross: Only if you know that the star guide is a technique that binds the opponent's actions and releases a counter where it has stopped.

Iroon manipulated the timing of the counter's release.

The thunderbolt that Prim fired was aimed at the front of the eye rune - the neck.

If you can't move, the cross will become a sword, and you will be aiming for the eye rune.

If forced to move, the crucifix will become a sickle and attack the eye rune from behind.

If you can't move, the cross will become a cross, and the poke will follow the eye rune.

So, what if we don't move defenselessly?

If you let go, what if you realize you're going to kill Eilon?

There was a cross pointing at the neck of the eye rune.

Nobody stopped me at that moment.

"- This game. I have a referee."

The murmur can only be heard by the girl next door.

The position of the prime is opposite from the referee, sandwiching the eye rune.

In that way, the eye rune was moving from the beginning.

Eyroon, who showed a vicious smile, dived into the pocket of Prim, who had stopped the cross.

Exhausted from each other. Completely edged, "victorious." This is different from the carelessness that preceded victory. I was supposed to win. Even though it is.

The nails coming up from below grabbed Prim's throat.

"Guh...!!

Ah, the venue boiled.

I wonder how many people were caught the moment Prim edged the cross.

But at least we couldn't stop the referee.

That's why we have this situation.

"It's weakness to do everything in your power to win. You said so."

Eyroon laughed as he tightened his neck.

With the cross in one hand, Prim desperately tries to remove the eye rune's hand from his neck.

"In the context of the" battle "to yield the opponent... which one is weak?

The question never reaches the audience.

With his neck out, Prim stopped the blade.

As long as killing is against the law, she's not wrong. No, even if not, Prim will stop the blade.

Because it's not a "gladiator" fight.

Eyroone loaded all the rules.

I checked indispensably for victory.

And I've got a few. Show me how to poke a hole. Find a way to win.

One of them is not showing the referee the "moment."

"I don't have the courage to surrender. We have not done enough to win. How much you brushed your arms..."

Tighten it up. Obviously dyed pale, his little mouth puffed, looking at the prime who wanted air and couldn't say a word.

My eyes stagger.

"--You 're weak."

Under a hateful gaze, the eye of the eye of the eye was already shining, and she murmured with a cold look.

"If it's a gift up, say so. I said I lost. I'll let you go. Follow your rules."

Eilon B. Smiles has come here to win.

There is only one reason. Because we have to win.

Beyond that. If you want to fight the end as you wish - just like in the qualifiers, you can be patient.

Grabbed up and his feet floating in the universe were sticking together, he seemed to be looking at himself trapped by the star guide earlier. The woman in front of me is terribly "wet" even though she only has an arm.

A sword is not a toy to please.

It's a weapon to take you to the strongest seat.

"If you admit you're wrong, I'll let you go."

That's not Prim Lancaster nodding.

That's why I don't have the strength to shake my neck. I can't force my hands and feet anymore. It is strange that you are still conscious with your breathing completely sealed.

"Pu, Primwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

"Prim!!

"Stop it already!!

The voice began to resonate from the side that supported Prim.

Eilon B. Smiles doesn't care at all.

That's true.

'Cause.

Because from the beginning, she treated it as if there was no audience.

After all.

I will not admit my fault. Without acknowledging the strength of the eye rune.

Shizukuzuku conveyed her weak cheeks.

─ The winner, Iron B. Smiles!!!

According to the referee's victory, Pasta shouted.

But half of the excitement won't cheer you up.

Eyroon, who threw away the annoying unconscious prime, just walked away quietly, just as he did when he arrived.

The pasta stared at the "organizer" as a weepy guy, but at the same time, the man next door with a difficult face wasn't convinced.

"If you have something to say, why don't you say it? Oniichan"

"Surrender is permitted, but the referee stops instead of an edging victory like a witness. I know you and them have had a referee in the game before you, but... even though they were moving fast, I honestly don't have enough experience."

"It's wise not to say that in the commentary, oniichan. All matches are dealt with by the referee's incompetence.... but if you use Colosseum as a standard, I guess you can't help it. Aren't you good at using that eye-run?

"Were you good?

Yeah, because...

Staring at the fallen prime, Pasta said.

"It was Iron who won."

I see, if it is indeed pasta.

I don't suppose I'm mistaken in the way I did Iroon.

But if so.

I wonder if the villains I'm looking for are also like Iroons.

There was a man watching the prime being carried on a stretcher from a privileged seat.

In the back, the secretary asks.

"Shouldn't I go to Mr. Prim?"

He looked back and shook his head.

"I have the next game. I'm going to the waiting room."

Just say it and walk out.

On the back that the secretary dropped off, he didn't seem to think that "if Prim loses, he has to lose."

I don't seem to think that I can fight properly and enjoy losing.

"I wish I could be honest."

The secretary, who dropped him off until he disappeared, murmured at the second match card in the battlefield.

"I can't lose anymore."

Sponsored by Wang Du Eisenhalt, Spectacular Arena Construction Memorial, 1st Martial Arts Games.

― ― The second match of the contest.

Richter L. Klimbroom vs Reef Leangride