--If you say those days weren't fun, it would be a lie.

I made up my mind many times.

Blades and blades, swords and swords. Sight and gaze. Sword conversation over and over again.

It was just that I couldn't wait any longer than I had planned, and I just thought about how to get around next time.

I've lived alone since I was a kid. Everyone around me was afraid of the "rapist", and at the first moment he was an enemy who harmed himself.

That's why I trained swordsmanship for self-defense.

Fortunately, he was talented. I had enough time to polish it up.

But I couldn't let people see the effort.

Prepare for assassination. Preparation for the ambush. The "strongest" seat reached out to avoid dying.

I waved my sword to survive no matter what powerful opponent came out.

Lilac M. Fangini's swordsmanship is an excellent example of royal court swordsmanship.

At the time, I was held to be a genius, but it wasn't.

The only swordsmanship she could reach out without suspicion was court swordsmanship.

From there, I learned the basics.

However, court swordsmanship is only in King's City - a known substitute for the guards of the Imperial Castle. It is foolish to confront them with swordsmanship that they are familiar with in times of need.

The young rapist realized that his situation was closer to death than he could ever imagine.

And it was a survival technique to fight death.

― ― Courtroom swordsmanship. It looks like court swordsmanship and specializes in defeating the swordsmanship artists in King's Landing.

This swordsmanship has been desperately crafted without anyone knowing.

The people of the royal castle shouted that they were geniuses without knowing anything. She also behaved innocently as if she had made little effort.

It was more convenient to be a genius of an innocent sword.

So...

I told the princess that it was the trajectory of previous training that could be imitated.... it's not like you can draw emotions. But... I know what kind of training you've been training. "

The princess' training is abnormal in protecting her "back" and "feet". It's as if you're always prepared for betrayal. I was more conscious of fighting alone than a gladiator. "

I knew I didn't just yearn for the strongest.

That day was a real shock.

To reach the strongest seat. The practice bench named Dinner, which I asked for, reminded me that I was still immature, looked through my sword to an unexpected extent.

--After a while.

Yeah, a lot happened.

Sometimes I could exchange swords, sometimes I could talk about dreams ahead.

It inflated expectations for the immediate outlook, and created a new goal of spectacular clarity.

And this day. If it was true, I wanted to dance with you in this field with the feeling of letting a little more pleasure in my hands.

Like that night.

The battle I waited for took on such an irresistible feeling.

That's all I'm really sorry about.

However, if you put your sword on, you'll be delighted at this moment, no matter how you put a lid on your heart.

It's as if a stubborn child is slowly shaking his or her feelings as if he or she were fulfilling his or her wishes.

I don't want to end this for the first time just because I don't like it.

--If you say those days weren't fun, it would be a lie.

I exchanged swords with him many times.

If you're honest with yourself, yes, it was "fun" to admit it.

But that's not all.

Today, I've been preparing for this day. To fight you on the spectacular stage.

I don't think I can beat you with this. But...

Just as much fun as it was, no, more than that.

Every time I make a match, I feel like recruiting.

A blade that can always be poked at the end of each match.

As a samurai, my natural thoughts were always smoking in my chest.

I regretted it.

― ― Arena Spectacular.

Lilac was aware that he was targeting something.

The time to shake Contesh is farther than usual.

She stands around different than usual.

And above all, the twinkling sword flashes strangely dull.

Futa's imitation in no way mimics the movement in front of her.

Mimic the trajectory.

If so, I knew very well that it was Lilac that could not be matched with "hassle reduction".

It was more than a few things that I learned about the fact that it was not by my own hands, but a match between others and Huta.

Izna Sicienzan stood up at the beginning and said, "What's going on?"

On her sword, Futa can think.

Now, what the hell are you aiming for?

Every time you cross a sword, a spark explodes between the two of you who cross your eyes.

Was the fire reflected in the pale eyes a mere reflection - or was it the thought behind her?

I was looking forward to her fighting Futa in Spectacular Club, but I knew that as well as Futa.

Sometimes for the first time, Futa was looking forward to it.

However, that was certainly the difference between Lilac and "the length of your thoughts."

Spectacular is the name of the arena. It's not the name of a martial arts tournament.

After all, I have the opportunity to exchange swords with her here many times in the future.

That's why Huta thought he was more likely to bet on the game.

Apparently, I also realized that it was a mistake.

Lilac's thoughts of wanting to defeat Huta.

Apparently.

It seems to be as powerful as his own desire to defeat Lilac M. Fangini.

For Lilac, it wasn't Futa that was in front of him, but Futa Pomodoro - was it the biggest miscalculation?

However, the feeling disappears as the blade is exchanged.

The one in front of me is no different from the one in front of me.

Instead of the black feelings accumulated in your chest, your feelings toward the other person that you once held increase as you hit each other with your sword.

--That's why you're hiding your balls.

I knew I was targeting something.

Lilac penetrates the lilac in a posture like that of putting pressure on your body from your shoulders.

He raised his eyebrows slightly in a motion he had never seen before.

But I'm not surprised. Deal calmly.

At that moment, Lilac raised his mouth angle at an invisible angle to the lilac.

You can't have lost over and over again and had zero harvest each time.

Even when you act with momentum, Futa is not particularly surprised.

I'm just trying to deal with it calmly, but what is that "calmly dealing"?

I have different specialties every time.

The opponent's movements are merely odd.

Then what is his response?

"- Yes, I will."

"─!?

The sword flashes quickly. Hit and drop Futa's Konzesh on the ground with his own specialty.

The moment Futa's Konzesh arrived on the cobblestone with her sword swinging down, Lilac kicks her belly.

Kingdom court swordsmanship: snow si

Clearly, the blade that dances in the sky with a light sound.

The corner of Lilac's mouth immediately rearranges Konzesh.

"― ― Kingdom court swordsmanship. A technique that I didn't like to use very much and that I just read through in a textbook. It's awesome and above all inefficient, right?

"... I see."

Yes, it is.

If Fouta imitates the trajectory of training, she must have known the skill as knowledge before the court's advanced swordsmanship became advanced.

On the pointed blade, the lid had no choice but to rearrange the contour that remained broken from the middle.

There is no gap in front of her.

If you're a little out of your mind, Konzesh will fly in - I see.

Apparently, for her today, it's going to be real from here on out.

"... I won't give you time to change your weapon."

Tell me that.

Lilac glanced at Futa's hips.

A few knives that have been on my waist since that day.

However, Futa shook her head small.

"It's okay."

Depending on how you look at it, it may be chronic.

"For example, if I had a contract with Ocean before I met Master Lilac, I don't know if I was able to control my weakness by waving this power as my own."

Many of the spectators gathered here don't know the heroes who use the Azumi wave stream.

So if Fouta uses this technique, it will look "original" to them.

If you were yourself one day, you might have been drowned in the apparent power of thirst.

"But I'm not who I am now."

Point the broken tip of Konzesh towards the lilac.

"Thanks to you, I'm here now. That's why I can't get rid of it."

……

Gu, Lilac bit his teeth.

The heart that was about to become fun is buried in frustration again.

Yes, it is.

Then why is he so much better than me?

I won't forgive you.

"Yes"

At that moment, Lilac's full strength was released.

─ I don't understand.

In the commentary seat, one of the commentators abandoned the commentary.

I thought the winning rate was 100% Futa Pomodoro.

I still know that Konzesh has been broken. But...

"Why don't you pull out your sword?"

I don't understand. It is no surprise that the moment he grabbed the sword, there was a match.

Because of the mood of judgment, the current antagonistic battle only seemed puzzling.

Oniichan is.... I have an important appointment. I'll never pull that sword out. "

Pasta knew.

I don't take out my sword. I don't use a sword in games. Tell me why.

That's why a gentle, gentle tone fills the spectacle.

I dare say so. She vomited this word aiming at her.

Speaking of which, the introduction of the first fouta and the conversation that threw up "I'm so happy, oniichan" are all true.

In order to dominate the venue, he is aiming to stir up feelings for Futa.... the only problem is that you don't know if it's an act or not.

Nevertheless, the "problem" does not affect many people.

However, pasta does its best to boost the occasion.

That's why it's so hot, and that's why it's Izna.

We knew that mothwashing was the owner of humanity, who barely understood people's emotions. If so, you can see the plan to use her.

It was unexpected and more than expected that Izna was doing the commentary properly and that his gladiator charisma was alive in the commentary.

You think I'll let go of my hand to make a promise?

I'm not letting go!

In fact, there will be audiences with similar emotions.

But if Pasta tells me they're not our guests, I don't suppose there's anyone on Lilac's side.

Pasta's job is to minimize the spectators who are indifferent to the battle and bring emotions into either.

And if possible, increase the number of visitors near Huta as much as possible.

To do this - I needed the power of this narrative man, not just one pasta.

You're such an idiot, you're such an idiot.

Why, Master

Hahahaha

Izna watches the game with a pleasant laugh.

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

"... the calculation of the motifs is based on the two body specs, their maximum value. So...."

For Motizuke, who thinks his mission is to submit the requested data to Izna, it is a worthy reply.

However, the dissatisfaction was good news for the audience.

If you don't have decent stuff, you don't know.

"Hahaha!

Izna laughs loudly as she pounds her head down.

--This is as calculated for pasta.

Izna dominates the scene with emotion against emotionless words. Pasta's understanding as a "business owner" stepped in to make the most of the boost.

That was a natural answer, given that the match between Huta and Izna had been so exciting. But...

That's fine, fighting is fine. "Hey..."

Breathtaking Izna appeals to the audience - that's what pasta is doing in the introduction.

Temee and the others will agree!?

A loud cheer like being played has nothing to do with the field game.

However, the awesome sense of expectation accumulated in the field quickly made the audience the captive of the "fighting sword".

"... nh, what's wrong with pasta? You're not happy oniichan won?

Uh-huh, that's not it! Izna-san, you're so exciting!

Really? That's normal. Keep an eye on the game. - I'm telling Temee and the others! Leave the toilet or something!! This game is probably too soon!!

Wow, cheer up again.

No, actually, it's amazing.

Smaller pasta murmured and narrowed his eyes.

The game continues to be reversed.

If what Izna says is true, this game will be settled quickly.

But then - can you say you won as it is?

Looking back on Lilac and Bob's game.

That was a shock to pasta too.

Only one guard. The audience with the princess in front pushed his back against him, who had initially carried Boeing.

She doesn't know in detail how Bob feels.

However, the unity of that venue is clear.

Although the amount of calories that swelled beyond Pasta's temptations was welcome, it was a situation where logic could not be analyzed.

In order to create that heat, a man named Izna set the table so far because he thought it was the best solution.

In fact, the fever is up thanks to Izuna and Motsuke.

However, this excitement in Pasta's view is a fever for the "Fighting Gladiator" and does not leave the area of heat for the "Lilac and Fouta Match".

The ratio of solidarity between Huta and Lilac, which dropped (...) to (...) until 1: 9 at one time, gradually leans towards Huta because the winning rate became unreadable.

The flow is definitely ours. I can be sure.

But when it's over here, it doesn't change.

It's a battle you can't lose.

If I hadn't been myself, I might have been satisfied with this and been able to take it home with good results.

But...

"It's your fault...!

Then I complain from the bottom of my heart that it is not enough anymore - there is a little dirty slum with "red hair" wrapped in a rag. One person got wet in the rain. She was starving and crying, biting helplessly.

A taste of victory that has never been gained since that time.

I forgot it because it wore out. I even forgot that I was starving.

But for some reason, I just remembered it.

It's not over yet.

It's not over.

"Please."

All you have to do is pray that Futa makes this heat herself.

"What's your" win "?

Hey, if you can do it.

This time I'll...

Make my dream come true.