In the wet rain.
A little slum-haired red-haired girl was crying.
I was hungry and crying.
She kept crying, crying, crying.
I got wet and cold in the rain. I can't feel my skin anymore.
A bunch of wild dogs drove me away.
I'm tired, I'm sleepy.
If you notice, forget that you're even hungry.
I don't even know what I want anymore.
Someday.
I was just desperate to live.
― ― Arena Spectacular.
There is no doubt in the lid that waves a broken fine sword.
Reach is short, does not serve as a stabbing sword, and does not weaken the fighting spirit at all.
That's why Lilac slightly raised her mouth and shook Concesh.
Naturally, there are few athletes who can pull their hands in the battle against Futa.
Though the way in which each hand is played is different, they find a slight chance of winning by cutting out all their own hands.
The experience of being destroyed by one's own weapon was something that Futa had tasted many times.
Lilac was good at using weapons of the same strength to extract this result.
For example, if Ocean Big Wave has the world's highest sword, the Seven Seas Championship, it is likely that it can be broken by just having a few blunt meetings.
But first, the gladiators, who wanted to destroy the weapon, brought something better than what Huta could have prepared.
Lilac may be the first to succeed if he succeeds in overcoming skill alone.
However, if we narrow it down to the point that the weapon was destroyed. It wasn't that unusual for Futa.
"--I 'm coming."
I'll play all of Lilac's spikes in a meeting.
The cheers swelled up explosively as the battle continued.
Wow oniichan!! Even if it breaks, it's mutually reinforcing!!
"Hmm? Seriously? That's more than I expected."
Really?
I thought you'd be pushed closer.
The voice of Izna stroking her jaw gathers solidarity with Futa, who is fighting better than expected.
But Lilac, the sarcophagus, pays for his long hair, and rotates his leg and his left leg about the axis. A sharp blow from the glamorous filling of kinetic energy.
Royal Swordsmanship: Thunder Grijmod
The stunning blow is like a windswept purple electric strike that takes away the crowd.
After all, she is the strongest in the kingdom, and the colorless cheers are dyed lilac.
Although the magnificence of Futa, who leaned her neck and avoided the spike, reached the samurai, it was inferior in the sense that she looked gorgeous.
--But Futa was calm.
If so, is it important not to let go of the trick?
That's not true. The audience is thrilled to accept her full strength. What I have to do remains the same even in this unfavourable situation.
Just waving your sword.
"- Why did you think you'd be pushed?
Hmm? Oh, that's right.
Izna's commentary does not reach Futa.
However, Futa herself was slightly surprised.
He is using a broken sword against Lilac.
Yet the "imitation" that targeted her worked and was able to follow its trajectory.
As your eyes dye gold, you raise your mouth corners.
"You're amazing, you're amazing."
"When I came up with it, I resented myself in the past.
I can exchange swords.
Definitely disadvantageous.
But Futa's body "remembered."
Normal guys don't train when they break.
Oh, my God.
The woman in front of her was practicing again and again, even assuming her sword was broken.
If you think about it, it's only natural. She was so prepared for the unexpected, she couldn't imagine a useless deployment of her sword.
"But"
The sword that swings is sharp.
"What do you think - I wonder if this is in my favor?
Royal Swordsmanship: Rain Deschz
Numerous pokes were fired.
Gu, Futa bit her teeth.
I can handle it. But this...
"One. Even if you were training, you wouldn't be able to compare it to me."
The Futa Contesh can be played up.
Lilac's next hand approached the eye-watching lilac.
"One. It is easy for me to read because I can" imitate "half alive."
Lilac imitation. It was because they took it in the opposite direction that Huta's weapon was broken.
Likewise, it is her imitation that makes it possible to go backwards.
A blow to your empty torso.
"One. After I met you, I stopped training to defend myself. That is..."
Royal Swordsmanship: Thunder Grijmod
Bad, at the same time as Futa stood up.
"After all, it's me of the past!!!
A more powerful and beautiful blow than before, fired with all my might.
That's because if Huta's response is delayed.
Basics of Fighting - The basics of interpersonal combat are obstructions that do not allow the opponent to do what he or she is good at.
"Don't let them do everything they can."
The slower the opponent is dealt with, the more free they can move and perform their best moves. A must-win pattern is constructed in this way.
The thunder from the waist to Futa's torso caused intense wind as the momentum continued.
The dust of the field dances and the audience speaks out.
Wind roaring from the center of the field.
You got it?
Unexpectedly, Izna murmured.
Even pasta swallows raw saliva.
Lilac's skills were known as knowledge.
But I didn't know to what extent it would work with Futa.
Gu, hold my fist.
Behind your head, two letters of "losing."
Strategic withdrawal is the norm for "managers". It would have been natural for her to quickly back up here and think of a recovery plan.
Even though it is.
Why is that?
Does your heart shout "I hate it" so much?
No
"Waiting time" for the audience, two people still invisible in the soot and smoke.
The voice of a child who does not read the air in a venue that is creepy and quiet while filling with heat.
The smoke clears up.
A delightfully distorted princess trembled his inextensible arm and looked at the tip of the thunderbolt.
Purple electricity that should have captured perfectly. It does not reach Futa's throat.
If this is how it ends.
The short Konzesh tip grabs Lilac's sword from the front -.
Master has not lost.
Wow, that's a big cheer like releasing a buildup of heat.
Kuhahahahaha!!!
Izna, who laughed grandly, put her hand on the head of the snake and yelled at her with the momentum of screaming in the middle.
Huh!? I told you!? Sometimes it's stupid, but sometimes it's sharp!
The two of them still stuck together before Izna could see.
Awesome hey......
The sigh of admiration leaks.
That's true. Konzesh is a fine sword. Specializing in spikes, it's a sharp sharp tip.
How much? Yes, because the tip is short and thick, broken from the middle.
I wonder how perfectly we can handle this.
A razor blade and a blade that reverses the sharpness.
I'll tell you why she smiles.
I didn't think it could be stopped in this way.
"Sure, I didn't give you that much time to pull it back and pay it back..."
"Because Lilac folds so beautifully. It was easy to catch."
"You really...!!
Reversal of each other's forces collapses and Lilac's sword gradually distorts.
For a moment I thought it tasted bad. With a slight retraction, he throws an ambushed prick at Futa.
Just so you know, Huta, avoid this in Sweden.
Lilac distances herself from the void for a moment.
"It's just a moment to decide what a" fighting sword "is. I thought it would be strange for the princess to win."
I see....
Kuhahahahaha!!! Don't worry about such openness. Oniichan, you're thinking!
That's not how it is ─
I'm jealous. Hey, guys! I also feel angry with Futa's bastard - any woman, mother, daughter, sister, or whatever. You know a boy with a partner like that!? I can't lose, you bastard!!
Pasta that turns bright red for a moment, but desperately tells her that this is her role to play and restores calm.
And the feeling of pulling Izna's sleeve.
"Master, where's the girl?
Even girls!!
Sometimes it was a very cluttered Izna Sicienzan.
The person who wants to show you something cool.
The person who doesn't want to look cool.
If you think of someone like that, you know how Futa feels now.
Oh, yes, Izna lays her eyes down for a moment.
I put too much cool on it because I don't want it to look bad.
Never mind, it was Isna Sicienzan herself who got the most out of the conversation.
Maybe the reason why I couldn't decide on a match was because of my feelings.
Huh?
Of course, the section of a broken sword is rattling. I can't figure out how to use it to catch it. I can't even think about it right away. "
Sometimes your body moves on its own in times of need.
But it's a hand that your unconsciousness cuts off for survival. There's no good or bad in there, it's a nasty pole.
If so, your body will appear in front of you with a hand that cuts your eyes unconscious and says, "Do something about this." He says his body moves on its own.
On the verge of losing if you make a mistake with one hand, but Futa took that hand - and won the bet.
Why did you win? Izna refuses.
What did I just say? Oh, damn it, I'm sorry. More than ever before, it conveys my desire to win. The princess is worth it. "
Oniichan......
Perhaps not for the princess, but for my sister! Kuhahahaha!!!
Izuna-san!!!!!!!
For whom?
No one will know that the answer to the question was "both."
Huta has not heard the explanation, and anyone but Huta will not know why he let go of it.
How did you know the cross section was beautiful?
That's because I was checking the cross section just in case I didn't hurt Lilac. If the debris turns out to be like a flying device, it can't be done in an accident.
The body moved for the sake of victory.
For example, if this was just one mock battle. If he succeeded, Huta might have received a blow from Lilac and given him a winning star with a "splendid" smile.
That's because, of course, I didn't really fight, and there's a point in admiring her for combining her first trick with a brand new way of fighting. And above all, it's a trick after all. Once I saw it, it no longer applies to the lid.
I knew it with Lilac. I used a hand that I could not use for the rest of my life. And there's no way you don't understand what it means to be prevented when you talk to her.
I don't want you to lose.
But I still regret it and, above all,
Even if the reason I was able to move quickly was because of Lilac.
The story is different as to who the victory was for.
"But not yet!!
Even by breaking the sword, it will be dealt with from now on.
Use the advantages of a broken sword, which will not be there anymore, to ensure this victory.
With that feeling in his chest, Lilac releases Konzesh again!
The exciting cheer pushes the spectacle to the biggest boost in history.
A lilac that stands neatly and thoroughly hunts down with the advantages of broken swords.
"Oh, fuck you, fuck you!!
Izna's mood to raise her voice of joy is complicated.
A victory over Huta, which I couldn't do on my own.
A victory over a champion we couldn't have done on our own.
Even though it was just a one-shot trick, the girl who was about to jump over was a gladiator waving her sword in front of her.
I also feel happy that she was the one who picked up the lid.
Still, I wanted to give the first black star - the swordsman's heart shouted somewhere in his heart.
I don't want you to lose. I want to take it down. When I stand at the top, I want the taste of victory so much that I can burn through my chest.
Still, the feeling of support for the princess seeps out because of the trust that "Futa can't lose."
I know how it feels, princess!!!
I have the same desire to cross him.
Shake Konzesh once or twice.
The decision to destroy Huta has not yet been made, and Jamaica Castle will not collapse even though it is a defense side.
The skill of the boulder, however good it is, has won, but is it because of the death?
The short, small defense works extra well because the opponent's object is a light weapon called Konzesh.
But the sword's arms were definitely mutually reinforcing.
Lilac finds out that he was right.
In other words, even if it was a skill that exceeded my former self - if compared to my present self, I can bring it to a mutual angle.
"Come on!! Your Highness!!
"Princess!
"Win!
"The princess should be the strongest!!
Spectacular with lots of cheers.
The thoughts of fans who rushed to the venue and wished to see Princess Lilac at a glance were truly expressed as a great cheer.
However, the girl clasped her fist.
"This is the end of it!!
"Hey, Pasta, don't make me cry!!
"Pasta smiled at me when I won!
"Shut up and win!
"I don't think I'll listen to the loser in the finals!!
Most of the guests who enter the yakuza and yakuza roughly hear the voices of those who are familiar with the wilderness in the arena.
No, it's not.
"Hang in there, pasta-chan."
Come on
"It's stupid!
Do you look like a hero when your sword is broken and you fight?
Does the "oniichan" of a girl pasta that has become a familiar idol look like her own brother?
The children's cheers gradually grew stronger.
In terms of numbers, 3: 7 is still a good thing.
But surely, the waves are gradually pushing back clearly!!
I accidentally swallowed the saliva.
Their voices.
For example, there were times when the cheer for Futa was better than the voice for Princess Lilac. What's that?
That's it.
Victory.
"Utah...."
The force to enter the squeezed fist is intense, whether the nail eats the skin or the nail shrugs and breaks - so that you don't notice the reality that is happening to your body.
Her eyes are two dancing in the field. Wide battlefield. Spectacular audience.
Broad angle vision is the culmination of "business owners".
She diligently explores the flow of this venue from the two central people who will see it as soon as she is out of her mind.
This is the place to fight. That's what my intuition shouts. Whispering is enough, but you raise your voice like a heated audience.
The man who waved Konzesh in the center of the world did what he had to do.
Just fight. That's all I said, but it was a sword with a strong belief that it was a skilled gladiator and a "feeling" technique.
I'm not so stupid as to know what it's for.
--One day, I talked about my goals in my room.
At the end of the "villain (heel)" discourse, I decided to turn this arena into a "meeting where all gladiators try to cross the horizon."
--One day, I was found lying awake in my study.
Though I thought I had been unconscious for a lifetime, I could not ignore the past that was told in return. I had a better motivation to get into work.
--One day, I lined up what I didn't like in the cafeteria.
It's because of the warm drinks that I can't help but tell myself. He didn't know how big the words were thrown up without thinking that I would win.
--One day, I found hope in the guest seat.
His dialogues, which began with the crap argument in the middle of the night, conceived a definite possibility.
----One day, I cut my hair that I had spent many years with.
Even if I threw away something important, I found it worth reaching out to.
--One day, I raised the arena for the first time.
I can't forget the sunny "thank you" of evening.
--It's raining.
Warmth doesn't suit villains. I remembered the past when wet clothes suited me. It was pathetic and miserable in front of a man with his hands blocked.
--One day, I acted to get the villain back.
It was too late to help, and he was forced into feelings beyond his control in his game.
--And then one day,
I'm not making lemonade alone.
Tell me one thing.
"What's your" win "?
I entrusted you with a dream.
"Mine."
Your trembling lips move freely.
All I could do was get my hands off the magic device.
"Win."
--I 've only tasted losing, so I don't know.
"Your" win "!! Win!!!!!!! Uta!!!!"
Our. Our.
Victory.
You're waving your sword for that right now!?
Ahhh...
I didn't get a voice.
--Now it's my turn to make your dream come true.
But the thoughts of filling his chest are the same.
Running around the spectacle endlessly, you need all the sword moves you can cast.
The most powerful swordsman in the Kazuishi Kingdom.
Even though I can't find the winner in this broken blunt body.
Still, he's Futa Pomodoro now.
Dear Lilac,
Relatively, I will tell the Kingdom's strongest sword.
"Indeed. Lilac-sama's sword, which I can imitate now, is unlikely to compare to that of you. I think it's easy to read. But..."
Short and useless as a stabbing sword, the blade is pointing straight at the "unfractionable heart".
"My imitation will maximize your former self. There's no reason to lose."
"... is that so?"
Stand by.
The eyes are intertwined.
--Initial motion.
A sword that collides with a sword.
The sharp konzesh that was shaken tied up one by one in Futa's behavior.
Hmm...
"I told you so. But you're not going to let me win with you!
I open my eyes to the roar.
Cheers boil.
Izuna, please. And I don't know what he's talking about.
But this is the best place for me and he stepped on it.
He can do it. There was a note that said so.
"Exposing emotions to someone who doesn't normally show emotions can buy a large public interest and give empathy."
Futa remembered the words carefully.
"I can't lose either!!!
I can yell.
At the same time, I don't know how many times the sword and sword collide at the earliest.
Still, I don't want to lose focus. Go straight ahead to win.
Even this unreliable sword will attack.
Because I am.
- I'll bet on you, okay?
I was betting on him.
Even if I kept losing, I was the only one I could bet on.
Checked your helplessness over and over again.
None of us are still on our side.
I can't entrust my wish to someone who can help me.
Keep betting on yourself all the time.
I've lived to be 14 years old without knowing how to win.
Hey, God. I don't need you.
If you wish. If I were to entrust it. If it's a bet, there's only one.
Just once.
Just once.
"Just once, let me win...!!!
Her voice squeezed out without even paying attention to what came out of her eyes.
The man entrusted with his thoughts, the sword, is beyond his sight.
Though the sword that swings doesn't look like it could be called "Hua".
Carrying thoughts and waving with "feelings", that will is the fighting spirit everyone sees -.
Whoa, seriously!!
Commentators clapping at the table and moaning with excitement.
The audience can't keep their gaze off the field, even though they think something is wrong.
Because now, the "offensive" has been clearly replaced.
The Kingdom is the strongest!! With that broken sword!?
The speed at which the two players cut under their eyes heats up from the start of the match.
It hasn't been as long as the semi-finals, although Izna was right about the short-term finals, the tireless acceleration is still almost unusual.
What's going on here, man?
What's wrong with you?
"Futa"
The heat of the audience can also be pushed up.
Don't lose.
Hang in there.
"You're gonna win."
The cheer is like a wave. It's thrown into the field like a knock.
I no longer know which side I'm in solidarity with.
Cheers to Lilac, cheers to Futa.
Soul music of 50,000 people that resonates together.
It was superior to any music, but the central fouta was so focused that she couldn't hear it.
That's why only pasta made sense.
Obviously.
With that wish. That roar. And I feel like I don't want to lose.
I definitely put the audience on my side.
Now the heat is 5: 5, totally mutually reinforcing.
Futa ─ Good luck!!!
She said she didn't think so, but she dared to bump into the "name tag".
What!! You call me by my name at home!?
"I found out... but I can't fix it anymore!! I'm fascinated by something like this - you can't wear a cat!!!
Ha, no way!! Whether the kingdom is the strongest or the former champion - whichever wins!! Ahh, fighting swords is interesting!!!!!! "
The fact sheet is "Fuel."
Be aware of it and throw it at the right time.
The skill shows the strength of not saying "manager" of the boulder, and the "acting" is the earliest only true heart.
Spectacular, naked hearts with nothing to hide.
Futa!
Utah!
"Futa!!
"Princess!
"Princess!
"Your Highness!!
The amount of calories converted into chorus is hit by only two swordsmen.
The singing of the sword continues to echo as if the furnace iron were beaten with meticulousness.
That's why.
"That's it, Lilac-sama!!"
As Izna told me, a match is an instant.
"Come on!"
A fouta trick that imitates one's former self.
I should have been able to build my own backward compatibility if that was all.
I know, it's more than just imitation, so it's relative to me as a super-compatible person.
But that's why I thought I could bring it in as much as five minutes.
In fact, it was right, and so far I've been played in the battle of each other.
That's why Huta was forced into the offensive in the middle of the day.
Former self who was trained with a strong focus on defense. No matter how much you train yourself on that day, your attack skills are inferior to those of you who aspired to "fight the sword" today.
After wanting to win and avoiding poverty, Futa twists her body and releases a prick.
Mimicry: Lilac M. Fangini - The Court's Classic Swordsmanship: Thunder Grijmod
"--I 've been waiting for that!!
Lilac waited for the sword of Huta, who turned into an attack, with a stabbing sword.
The difference in reach is the difference in spikes.
Even if the delivery is delayed, it can be covered by the length of the sword.
That's why an all-out prick is the biggest trap.
That's rude, Futa!!
That's why even Izna raised her voice.
Lilac Contesh approaching Futa's abdomen.
It's still halfway through the road.
I knew it wouldn't arrive like this.
A screaming voice was heard from the side that was cheering Futa.
The moment Lilac's Konzesh sneaked under the foot and couldn't be pushed - that was the moment.
Mimicry: Lilac M. Fangini-Kingdom Court Swordsmanship: Snow Xi
It's from removing the flakes.
[]/(n, vs) kicking through/kicking through/(P)/
A moment of silence dominates the spectacle, as if time had stopped.
After making you think you can't do it anymore, it's the hand of resurrection.
Hmm...
I'm sorry, Mr. Lilac.
There's no way we can do this. Lilac's head turned pure white.
But should she be called a boulder? I quickly popped up the answer as to why this happened.
--Because it was a fouta who imitated his former self, he was able to play the battle of each other until now.
Yes, Futa made me think.
Why the hell did you decide that Futa didn't have to do the tricks?
"This is all I can do."
Think about it.
Though I have made "arrangements" with him many times.
This is the first time I've played a game with all my strength.
Woaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
Boiling is a great cheer.
Maggie, hey, damn it, I was tricked too!! Why did he hide it so far?!!
─ I see. It's unexpected.
If the audience seat is a big fuss, the audience seat can't get any hotter from the instant heat.
The enthusiasm of excitement is the heat of today's offensive defenses.
I mean...
Only the girl in the live seat noticed.
"Ah...."
A lilac pointing at a broken sword.
The moment the referee mion waved his hand and shouted a proclamation.
Winner ─ Huta Pomodoro!!
"Yaaaaaaaaaa!!
"I won!!
"Utaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
The cheer directed at him is certain.
"60%...."
"No, Pasta Pomodoro"
A moaning voice against her. The girl in the commentary stared at us as she turned scared.
"Audience cheer. It's probably just over 70% against Futa Pomodoro."
Hmm...
Inside the soundless fouta call.
Unexpectedly turning to the field, Izuna stood in a seat with her shoulders slightly lifted as she rushed from her eyes.
"--Futa!"
I forgot to hold my hand against the magic device, but I don't know if I heard that voice.
He raised his face and looked up.
I suppose you're protecting me from feeling stupid, even if I win.
A little trick he does with no expression.
"I don't know... what is that?"
Remembering one day, she laughed at Futa.
Now keep an eye on each other.
I put my thumb together to wipe my eyes and respond.
In the wet rain.
A little slum-haired red-haired girl was crying.
I was hungry and crying.
She kept crying, crying, crying.
And then, the rain grains were blocked by shelter.
When he raised his face, a young man offered an umbrella.
And he gently offered bread from his pocket.
"Will you...?
He pulls his chin slowly, he says.
I wish I could at least repay you.
Without that, the little girl shook her head.
That's enough.
Hold that warm bread carefully.
"... thank you."
The girl just laughed, laughed and groaned.
- It's my first time in bloom.
The taste of victory (bread) was extraordinary.