Master Lilac, I have a suggestion.
"... let's hear it. Just in case."
Today's game. --I don't think I can ruin my past. "
― ― Arena Spectacular.
In the middle of a loud cheer. Face the battlefield one-on-one.
The referee Mion did not yet intend to signal the start of the match, and the two players also stayed on their hips without holding Concesh.
Lilac, who was staring at Futa, looked around.
I wonder if the audience's cheer is 3: 7 in favour of Lilac.
Of course, it is a princess samurai, but it is still a great fight when you win 30% from the Lilac opponent.
The venue is already in full swing.
I'm waiting for the sword and sword to meet now or now.
Feeling the air, Lilac turned his gaze back to Huta without drawing his sword.
"... I still don't like it."
Like murmuring. But clearly.
Words smashed from the front are enough to hurt Futa's heart.
Isn't it the first time Lilac has spoken clearly and negatively about Futa?
With a constantly smiling mion, Futa still looked straight at Lilac.
I don't like it.
Lilac keeps telling the truth of the word.
"Was your past light enough to serve as entertainment?
……
"At least because I thought it wasn't... I think it was with you."
Lilac's words were fulfilled, shooting straight.
Fouta offered her past as an entertainment to the masses.
Words I swore that night. That night, he said he'd dedicate his life.
His words and shapes were different, so I thought that it was because I had experienced the same pain that I held hands.
The darkness for him should not have been light enough to be used as a tool to boost the crowd here.
The cold eyes put on the lid.
Clearly, she now has angry feelings for Futa.
"... Lilac is right."
After all, Futa's reply was positive.
Lilac's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"I've just turned my past into a sight to see. Lilac is right, it's an uncovered fact. I think it's light enough, and I can't help it."
"... you"
Squeeze your arms so that Mion can protect his face.
In a moment, Lilac's cold fighting spirit blows.
"Excuse me. You want to piss me off?
With that fighting spirit in his body, Huta's body does not waver.
"No."
"... then why?"
"Everything Lilac said is true. But... there's only one deviation."
Whatever happens, the sharp eyes penetrate the lid.
Loosely, he shook his head and went on.
"It was Lilac who lightened me up."
Eyes that look straight back don't lie about shards.
That's why Lilac narrowed his eyes - and Mion, who stood in between, lowered his head.
Although I could see the relationship between the two to some extent, it seemed more interesting than I thought, and I turned around with extreme boldness.
Is the past light for Futa?
It is foolish to weigh lightly compared to someone else. Nevertheless, Futa was beaten to death and abandoned all hope.
Even thoughts entrusted to someone. Even the heart I swore to show you.
I was already at my limit by myself.
It cannot be said that such a man's past is light.
But...
"I don't care. But I'm happy now. So if using my past makes me happier now... that's fine."
Yes, it is.
For Fouta, too. My past light and heavy had nothing to do with it as early as possible.
Light or heavy.
For today's happiness. Because I want it to arrive now. That's why I'm so happy now that I can't say anything about the past.
I don't feel painful or itchy when I slowly return the past.
I mean, to that extent.
"Master Lilac made me get over it."
……
With a smile that seemed like a troubled wind, Huta told him.
Past is past. I can't wipe it and I can't hide it.
Whatever he kept quiet, someone was exposing Futa's past.
It's such a big stage. The arena.
Eyroons on Fouta, Prim, and Izna. Not all those who know the Principality will show up in this kingdom more than they have come from Colosseum to this kingdom.
If a gladiator saw two arenas, he wouldn't know a man named Fouta.
I thought they'd give him a loud, unscanned slug.
Now I'm going to talk about this as the background for a man named Huta.
It goes without saying which is better.
And in order not to lose sight of that choice, Futa's heart was cut to pieces.
That's all.
"I-I know."
So...
The murmur was a surprise to Futa.
The referee next door loosens the corner of her mouth with her face.
If you think about it, it's only natural.
To this extent. Lilac can't possibly not notice.
To the extent that I don't like it, there's no way to discredit him.
Rather, she should do enough to praise Futa for overcoming her past and rightly reigning as a champion.
--If you're talking on your own initiative.
Hey, you're before the game. Where were you looking?
I was looking forward to it.
"Did I let you get over it?"
I've been waiting for this time.
Come on, raise your face.
With sharp eyes, it feels slightly more pressurized.
Why was Futa upset when she didn't feel a strong fighting spirit?
I'm sure you don't know the name of the emotion you're pointing at.
I was looking forward to it.
I've been waiting for this time.
When do you think it started?
- Ever since the night you got over it.
Even though it is.
"Then why? Have you revealed your past to me?"
Then why do you have to feel this way?
"That's..."
I understand.
Surely getting over the past is progress for him. I know you should be praised.
The same goes for revealing the past. I know that this is the result of his efforts to do what he can.
... for whom?
At least for yourself.
Not to mention, it's not for my own sake I've been waiting for this game.
I took my eyes off Huta.
Lilac M. Fangini is a samurai.
There's nothing like turning your eyes to avoid being distracted by ordinary people.
The target is the "ordinary man". You don't have to worry about anything.
I glanced at the woman who was watching the start of the game now or now in the live seat.
I've been hostile ever since I found out about her. Use it and crush each other. Still, they didn't break each other. I didn't know when I'd be threatened, so I kept vigilant.
I don't care because I'm a sister. But I know it was a bothersome opponent that turned his head so hard to plan with each other.
Neither did I. Neither did she.
We want to crush each other if there is a gap. And I knew that it would be the thought circuit of the "owner" with the twisted character that I wanted to see if I could see where he was suffering.
Even though it is.
Unexpectedly, I want to kill her right now.
Oh, I see. She may have always felt this way about herself. That's how the cool parts of me analyze.
'Cause.
Because right now, she's right in front of me.
I haven't seen any shards of Lilac.
"Master Lilac, I..."
"I was looking forward to it."
Eh?
I exhaled.
I wonder what this feeling is.
In the emotions I've known my name before, yes. Hate is close.
But this unfinished thoughts will not allow hatred. I can't believe I want to kill the man in front of me. Clearly, I get in the way of the desire to recruit you to stay next door.
But I don't like him now.
Were you the only one looking forward to it?
"I want to be a champion. After meeting you, I made a spectacle like this, all the time. I've always looked forward to sharing my sword with you in this venue."
"Me, too."
"Really? I'm glad about that."
Too empty, her reply.
Lilac continued, wandering around losing words without thinking.
"But apparently, the length of thought was different."
[]/(adj-na, n) (yoji) (yoji) thoughtful/thoughtful/(P)/
Women like that smell troublesome. The bystander referee thought about it, but Lilac had the right to just say the word, holding down the lilac that opened his mouth.
Because I could understand by just looking at Futa's face.
"I came here looking forward to the game. That's my best. If you say so, shake your neck vertically. But..."
Yes, but it is.
Your "best" right now is not to enjoy fighting with me.
"In those moments, my sword will fall into the same beast as Ayroon."
"... I won't lie to Lilac."
The lid that shook his neck sideways was correct. But I was wrong.
It is desirable for Lilac not to lie.
Not being affirmative is undesirable for Lilac.
"Is that so?"
That's why I get angry.
I wonder what irritation caused this chest pain.
Do you think they betrayed you? I feel close.
But there's nothing I can do about it.
Lilac now leaves it to the eclampsia - even if he orders death, he will do it.
Eyes that I believe will not disadvantage you make her hesitate.
All of them.
This, too.
I know the cause.
"Futa"
"Yes"
"I don't like it when you mischievously reveal your past"
"Yes"
"I don't like the fact that I've had the opportunity to fight with you like this."
"Yes"
"I don't like what you think you're doing wrong."
"Yes"
"I don't like that you still think you're on my side."
"Yes"
"I am."
Lie down and murmur.
"I don't like myself more than the future of Spectacular."
"Yes"
"But"
Konzesh turned to Futa and shouted angrily at his eyes.
"It doesn't feel like it's going to fit!! Angry, annoying, angry! Can you say that you have nothing to do with it?
"No, this is the way I welcomed the opportunity Lilac was looking forward to."
I meant it.
I was tied to someone else.
Speaking of which, past exposures were good for the finals.
But I hit Lilac. For some reason, there is only one answer.
Looking up, "she" looked at herself all the time.
For her, who has never won, the easiest "win" is to win from the sister in front of her.
It was Huta's choice not to dare Lilac again.
Even if my mouth is ripped, I can't say that there is no mistake.
Lilac's voice jumped into Futa's ear looking up at the live seat.
"I know why you revealed your past."
Who is it for?
As long as it was just sympathy, it didn't matter.
But I didn't expect that woman to get inside him as fast as she could.
- That's a lie.
I didn't think I could afford it so much.
"So, yes. If this is all you can do to build a clear position for yourself, let's" dispose of it. "
I don't say who. I won't say anything.
But logically, it's not wrong.
Whose fault is it if we do not expose the past that is supposed to be heavy for Futa and achieve the desired result?
The answer goes without saying.
"... Dear Lilac..."
"What is it?
With her face raised, Futa remained calm and smiling.
A sense of trampling on Lilac's pleasure. Still, I'm ready to give back my thanks to the people who made me dream. And then...
"Then I'll take one too. Accept one offer, not just when we lose, but when we win."
--I don't think so.
Eyes that make you feel even the sense of purpose.
I didn't think I'd be under pressure.
Lilac shook his head once and exhaled.
"... that's good. I don't like to play too much."
Stand up for Konzesh.
"I've never lost."
Really? I'm not good at hitting. I can't lose today alone. "
I don't really like what is called hitting.
Playing without gambling would be fun, though.
But it was fundamentally different in the first place.
For Lilac, it might be a hit.
For Fouta, this is... yes.
It's "that" against the princess.
It's "that" for popularity.
And because it's "that" to "victory."
The name "it" is a challenge.
The referee slowly waved his hand.
At last, when the start of the match is signalled, the venue turns to a boiling background.
First Princess Lilac M. Fangini.
"Royal diner, Huta Po (...) mo (...) do (...) b (...)"
Second semifinal match - Lilac M. Fangini vs. Fouta Pomodoro! Match started!!
Six flowers to mourn. Snowstorm.
"Let me challenge you...!
― ― The curtain of the story opens, and the swordsman comes and challenges the summit.