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

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Reef murmured as he accidentally grabbed the trunk and tried to get out.

Battlefield matching cards are Izna Sicienzan vs. Fouta Pomodoro.

An amazing qualifier who is well known to Kataya himself.

A brother who seems to know a lot about himself.

--I thought so.

"Thank you. There are two Iznas."

"No, so!! What the hell is going on here!!

"Genius of imitation," he said.

"Do you understand that, asshole?!

Hmm, Arrows put his chin on his hand.

That's true.

Futa Pomodoro's technique. If they don't say it's a copy, it's normal to think of it as a senpai of the same genre as Izna or something.

It would be sooner to say that his strength is as if he were a teacher or a brother of his own to get rid of all of Isna.

But Arrows knew.

That the battle style Izna invented herself was a duplicity of the hammer axe and the black hawk karate.

That's why I was told that Futa was imitating it, and I was immediately convinced.

It's an out-of-town business - that's why I think so.

Indeed, Futa's moves lack uniqueness.

Izna says it's going to be more pleasant.

However, it seemed very different for a pure "gladiator" girl.

"Idiot, imitation is not a level... what is it, a fucking clown?"

"What's your relationship?

"Don't listen."

His escort.

There is a situation in front of me that I don't want to talk about even if I die.

"Whatever."

Sparks scatter at the tip of your gaze. A loud cheer blowing up.

A fighting sword like that, with Izna hoisting her corners roaring and Huta laughing somewhere small.

Izna has been having fun since the qualifiers - no.

"You don't have to stand up today anymore...!! Blow it up!!!

Yes, a battle that literally shreds the soul.

Unexpectedly, Reef narrowed his eyes.

"Um" Izna is seriously challenging the composition.

The castle in front of you that can't be broken without putting all your efforts into it.

Because I know the strength of Izna - the strongest man I've ever met, challenged by Arrows standing next to me.

"Damn it...!! No kidding!! Don't lose!!

"Don't I have to support someone I know?

"Ha! I don't know who he was hiding his strength from..."

Gu, he bites his teeth and screams at Izna, who just blew up like he was playing at this moment.

"Heeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh!!! Don't lose until I crush you!!

This is how the generations of the sword are spinned.

"Ha... shit, I'm out of my mind."

Using both feet as brakes, Izna laughed when she slipped.

Fortunately, there was little damage. Instead, Uta, who forcibly flew Izna, would have had a great recoil on her arm.

But the more you think of it as an opportunity, the less dull a man named Izna is.

The sweat on your forehead is not just physical exhaustion, but fatigue from mental fatigue.

Izna shows a fierce smile, and the lion flies.

"Jump. Here's the step angle. This is the angle where the axe rises. In that case, take it in this position, and your feet will look like this, Master."

Za, Izna stood up.

Kill shocks to match the hammer axe thrown, wash away the attack with little damage, and swing the hammer axe with a knife that returns.

But it was played by Fouta.

Once the hammer axe is swinging again, pulling it out of your memory is a motile word.

"No help. The stepping angle is like this. This is the angle where the axe rises. In that case, take it in this position, and your feet will look like this, Master."

"Haaahh!!

A parry stunt.

While the explanatory seat was very excited, Izna exhaled.

- Oh, my God.

Chewing your teeth is a feeling of fatigue throughout your body.

Especially my head is terrible. It sounds dull and painful, and I don't like it when I open my eyes.

This unpleasant feeling of not eating food for a few days and being in the hot sand will lead to nausea after a while.

Hah, heavily exhaled breath.

Looking up, he looks like a champion holding a hammer axe and waiting for himself.

I shook my head.

Don't think pathetic. Now I'm standing on the stage where I finally grabbed it.

The scolded mind excites. Over and over again.

I couldn't afford to lose such a headache because I was so anxious.

"It's a matter of concentration."

Huh?

You don't know what you're looking at, but it's impossible to attract such a beautiful reception according to the other person's angle. Not to mention that it's almost impossible to do it unconsciously. "

Well then, what about Isna now?

There is a slight rug between seeing and receiving. Probably deciding to move at that moment - repeating that will exhaust your mind more than your physical strength. Of course I won't have it till tomorrow. "

The hardship for Izna will end in the fact that there was no one else.

The effort to reproduce the verbally explained behavior from the mothsuke in itself and even keep memorizing it is great, but inefficient.

Besides, it makes me use my head even more to closely match my imagination with the movement of the lid.

It was impossible for mental fatigue to come first.

Richter gently closed his eyes.

--That barbarian made it a lot easier to do it.

Yes, I felt it when I made a stroke in the battle with Reef.

The training that the other person has and the training that is not are still different.

Well then, Izna...

No, I'm not imitating Futa.

Looking down, murmuring.

It won't be the balls that end there.

Beyond his gaze, the man gripped his hammer axe.

"Hah, shit. It's pathetic."

Take a deep breath.

Tiredness is not just about the body.

You should have known.

--I think back to Colosseum.

I don't want to recall a past in which I, who was the dagger of the sword, rolled down from that seat.

The inside of my mouth was bitter, my head hurt, and I felt like something was missing even though I was fully prepared.

It's not like your health is depleted, but it's like your upper limit has dropped.

It feels like you have wasted energy that is not fully dissipated in your body, and you can't stretch it, run it in, or take it off. That disgusting feeling.

In the heat of the hot sand of Colosseum, many battles were defeated without doing anything.

The more I remember, the more I hate my helplessness.

He fell. He fell. He fell.

Huta's been banished. I don't even know what it means to stay in Colosseum.

I followed everybody so they could escape in the middle of the day.

I wondered if something would change if I beat Futa. I hope so.

- It's pathetic.

That was the best thing to do at that time. I put the correct reasoning that I followed into my chest. Believing that it was right, he walked to the dark bottom himself.

Though the wishes were the same, they moved away from them.

--Someone I met at the bottom of it.

--I woke up after a long beating.

So keep trying desperately and try again.

Someone helped me get here.

That's right. We can't lose easily for him - and for the man in front of us.

"Let's cum!!!

Izna shook the hammer axe.

Unlike before, a blow that turns from defense to offensive.

Wow, the cheers went up.

This time, Huuta started a rush saying it was Izna's turn to take action.

Futa runs her golden eyes calmly, attracting "perfect parry" just like Izna did earlier.

That's because of the mimicry trick.

"Iznaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Reef screamed, completely turning to Izna.

Yes, if he does the same thing with Izna. Instead of Izna swinging her hammer axe when she turned to attack, Huta now demands Izna's moves.

If that's all you can do with your head, you'll also be exhausted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

But Reef's cheer stopped there.

Izna attacked, and Futa did.

A stunt like Izna's. Perfect parry.

But...

Unlike Izna - it's no time.

"Hah... that's who Temee is!!

Izna raised her mouth.

I knew it. Futa's moves mimic the trajectory of training.

Sometimes the reaction rate is sharper than the user's. See you later.

That has nothing to do with thinking.

If you think about it, it's only natural.

Mimicking the trajectory of training and understanding what to do.

You don't have to use your head like Izna, you just imitate it.

Er, what's going on!?

Futa is more difficult to explain.

Difficult to explain!?

But the important thing is that Izna turned to the attack. After I've mimicked the perfect parry. "

"Eh....? What does that mean?

I showed Futa my "best". And what about Futa? I'll take the "best". That's the hole. "

"Um?

Don't you see? --I 've hardened him with defense, Izna. When this happens, Izna will really take the lead for a while.

I don't want to lose. I can't lose.

I raised the corner of my mouth. It was strange.

If you can't lose, you'll never think in the arena again.

It was painful. Every time I lost, I felt nauseous.

Alone, keep wandering in the dark.

I didn't want to lose, but I kept shouting in a narrow world where only my voice echoed.

But...

Now.

"Ahh, I don't want to lose!!

Someone was in my heart the moment I screamed.

There is an enemy to be defeated in front of us.

There is this arena.

The explosive cheers were not only Isna, but also Futa. The heat sent to this sword itself.

What's so fun about this spectacle that is poured into the hot air like a flame burning lion?

"That's what Temee thinks!?

It is not a case of losing to fatigue, etc.

Someone wants to win. There is the best place.

So you're lying if you can't get the most out of it?

Looking down with thoughts, looking at a man who even defends himself.

"--ahh"

That man is unusual, too.

No, it's probably the first time.

He was laughing in the middle of the arena.

This is amazing!!

That's right!! This is amazing!!

Wow, wow!

Hahahaha, this is amazing!!

― Explain it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What is it?

Eh, what happened......

The two of them fought an incredible battle.

Its offensive defense is a sword dance that enchants all viewers.

Their heat, which seemed to be entertaining, even kept talking with the blade, filled the spectacle.

I guess I don't need it anymore... Explanatory notes and so on. Everyone will know what's amazing. "

……

If you have something to say. --Definitely. It's a battle to determine the true winner. "

True winner.

It was slightly cloudy, but everyone understood.

That's what Richter wants to say.

This is a de facto finale.

Richter admitted Izna Sicienzan so much.

The audience does not doubt this as the best game.

--I can't hear you.

Just, that's the word.

It goes without saying how much salvation it is for the two people who are fighting now.

Spectacular admitted it.

"Last Program of the Day".

This is the final game of the tournament.

"Not yet!!

Shake the hammer axe.

"Futaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

With a solid defense and our offensive, we can really take it to the health battle.

The roar trembled and the air trembled, and Futa continued to suffer the onslaught of Izna.

I couldn't explain to the audience why I didn't get bored.

An incredible enthusiasm keeps calling only the name who wins.

You may have been provoked by the fact sheet.

The fever in the arena is at its peak right now.

"... Master"

A field where a murmuring girl is reflected in red eyes.

Someone close enough to throw himself into a desperate battle with so much fun.

Although she still doesn't know the source of the power in her grip.

Still, your body signals that you have to exhale an unknown fever somewhere.

"Master...!

Pom, your back is slightly touched.

Looking next door, the girl shouted joyfully.

"Fluttershh!!!

No, that loud noise, with its Peace Sign, was scratched off by the heat in the arena.

But she also knew it was okay.

So...

"Master!!!!

Yes, I screamed.

--I felt like I heard a voice.

"... do you think it's your fault?

Shouting and shaking is a blow.

The catching lid is intact.

No.

I see.

Then Izna closed her eyes and grabbed the hammer axe again.

"I can't lose!!

"It's the same with me."

I murmured with Futa.

"This is all you did. Taking home a win is at least a favor."

The one who built the arena. Someone who pushed my back.

And this time only.

"Futa!! Futa!! Futa!!

"Blow it up!

"Description brother, it's so expensive, so nice!!

There's an ungrateful woman.

"Let's decide, Izna."

"Hmm!? Hah, if you can cover up this state!!!

A hammer axe that grips like Izna.

Indeed, Izna's onslaught was incredible.

He is strong. It's definitely strong.

It's tough to keep up with Izna's strength.

But...

"Nor have I grown up from Colosseum."

"Hah... hah. Growing up...!? I can't laugh if it's still stretching!!!!!"

While saying so, she laughed deeply.

Yelling and barking, Izna waving her hammer-axe noticed there.

--No.

What is different?

That's Huta's "recipient."

Optimal parry technique taught by motsuke.

Futa has been using it to endure Izna's onslaught.

If that was the best, Izna didn't suspect Futa's movements.

But...

Fouta got lost here.

But when it blows up, Futa.

The audience seat is overflowing.

But Izna jumped forward in a moment of agitation and killed her.

There's something going on. But I don't know what it is.

But I knew intuitively that it was bad to leave it like this and jumped out.

"Ooooh!!

I thought it blew up.

Take the hammer axe with the hammer axe and take the full swing to the rear.

However, Huta lightly rotated to support the stone bump, and at the same time he landed, he held the hammer axe and pushed in.

"I don't use swords in the arena."

Izna can't hear you murmuring.

"It's not my technique - it's not mine."

The eyes that open are golden.

"But"

The "stolen" technology from him. The power I saw ahead of my workout.

I can use it even though I'm still not dressed.

The same thing happened with Izna's specialty, on the left.

"Temee, you deliberately missed it!!

Yeah, that's it.

Mimicry: Izna Sicienzan-Black Eagle Karate: Shooting Palms

I grabbed Izna's hammer axe from the front.

Without worrying about the huge damage to her left arm, Huta shook her right arm.

─ Gu

There is a rescue. This angle is the step. To swing down from the front... "

--Motifs.

While being attacked by a hazy consciousness and a severe headache, she still postures herself as she says and tries to get attacked.

Stand ready. Huta.

"I've already seen that."

Gunn, you're being pulled out of your stance.

I knew the cause immediately.

The clutched hammer axe was shaken to bring Izna's balance in the opposite direction.

"... see you again"

Huta's hammer axe is shaken down.

The audience seat plays like a powder magazine or something.

Two people with good eyes at close range.

Stay out of sight of your face as it appears on the blade of a hammer axe. Izna, looking at Huta, murmured.

"Again, I wonder if I can get up here."

In the words, Fouta closed her eyes once.

I don't know. Someday, I told Izna.

I threw out a man shouting, "What should I do?"

But...

Fouta looks up at the sky.

An explosive cheer applauded Huta and Izna.

Last program of the day.

Futa kept hoping for such a glorious end - it fell to the bottom of the earth.

Ah.

Do you nod to the man in front of you?

Or is it a word I have spoken to myself?

It doesn't matter.

Laughing, he retreated from the hammer axe in front of Izna and reached out.

Again. I wonder if I can get up here.

Yeah, because.

"I mean, it's coming up again."

Game over ─!!!! Winner, Huta Pomodoro!!!

Today's last program is:

With a loud cheer I've never heard of.

I lowered the curtain.