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

Fouta beat Iroon with the sword.

You mean we can understand each other when we talk?

It might be. You denied Iroon, and you were just like him. "

"I think what I'm talking about with Prim makes sense."

Meaning?

Whether we can understand each other or not. It's not Lilac or Richter, so I can't tell. Experience, knowledge... faith. I'm sure it's a material for judging whether or not you can understand all kinds of things, but I don't know. However, if we discuss this, we can come to a conclusion within ourselves. That's why I think it means something. "

─ So, even from the bottom, it fascinates the world to stand at the top.

"As a human being, you must not forget your purpose. Rather, I would spare no effort for the sake of purpose."

Can't you talk to that person well?

I'll talk to you. Besides, if you think it's impossible, you can't help it. I just don't know if I want to talk about it. "

I can't help it. There are emotions. Now that I've managed to do it right... I had to win. That's what I've been thinking. Is that what you're talking about, winning or losing? Yaa, I can't do it. "

Iroon's words sound right because you lost, fish. Simple and clear rules of the world. By the way, the "villain" rule.

The rules of thugs...?

That woman was mistaken that she was the same as Futa. Rather, he's just like me. I was covered in mud, and I lived where I would die if I didn't win. For him, losing is synonymous with dying. I won't be forgiven for just lying around like you. "

"... what do you mean?"

― ― Outside the arena spectacular. South.

Changshan Cross Spear Magic began to be called the world's three greatest spear spells after entering modern times.

That's true. Logistics moves through the continent, and when the world is known as a value to the city well, it will be named the world's three largest.

The answer is not so difficult when it comes to how the name of the magic can be sold.

Fighting? No. If the true value of samurai is only in fighting swords, many cultural areas where there is no fighting sword are not called the three major areas today.

War? Again. Countless more ordered than the best. In modern battles, the number of soldiers is honored.

So, what pushed the Changshan Cross to the three largest in the world?

In the first place, why did you give three major ratings to spear surgery?

In other words, it's versatile.

"Mercenary", "Commander", "Gladiator", "Knight", "Guard", "Assassin".

Because the owner of the "profession", who is related to the famous battle, worshipped this Changshan Cross as the best spear art.

Though the era of praise on the battlefield is on fire, the flowers on the battlefield are still generals.

History has proven the strength of the Changshan Cross even in one-on-one contexts such as fighting.

When I heard the name everywhere, I was naturally knocked into the head of the Changshan Cross and the people.

A cross that aims for the most powerful weapon.

Together with an easy-to-understand structure, Changshan Cross Spear Magic opens its doors to the world.

What do you want to say?

The teachings are diverse.

It's not just about fighting a sword, it's not about war. The answer given by the head office of the Tokuyama Cross to even fight.

The story is that the young genius who proved it all in the best dimension was a girl named Prim Lancaster.

"... ahhhhhhh!!

"Ahahahahaha!!

There is a sharp killing temper at the tip of the swinging cork.

But Ayroon already knew. It's not the same as before.

Specifically, it is easy to arrange words.

Bringing him into a war of attrition, a blunt sluggish murder without any glamour or glamour from the sword. Well, that was pushed against the eye rune.

Nor are they afraid of fatal wounds.

I have no hesitation in hurting or killing Eilon.

It's ridiculous to think about where there was such a change in consciousness.

"Why did you try to kill Richter?

"Why did you try to kill Mion-san?

Why are you trying to destroy the arena?

I don't know.

The cursed words of hatred and hatred with those vain eyes.

I'm sure the three were upside down for her, and I stepped through them all.

--What would Prim think if he found out that Ayroon still thinks he is?

No. Instead, they must come to kill with all their might. It's like "Shura."

"Ahahaha... it was worth treating Richter L. Klimbroom like a rag."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Melting

There was a wave of murder.

Lacerations in all parts of the limbs and abdomen.

Contrary to the current situation, which is getting worse and worse, Daw Aung Yang of Ayroon is increasing.

Looking at his own blood, he's in a complete zone, no longer working.

Still, it's an irresistible castle.

Because the Tsuneyama Cross spears are good at holding the approaching beast?

Because her defensive spear spells the skill of an eye rune?

Both are different.

There have been many who have turned their backs on Ayroon.

I've crushed as many as I can if it's just a pull.

And most importantly, Primes have already been able to bring them to the distance of martial arts.

So, what is the difference?

"--hey, will you shut up... or die..."

/(adv-to, adv-to) (1) (on-mim) slowly/(2) (on-mim) (on-mim) slowly/slowly/

Even the feeling of sadness drifts, the difference between the killing intentions wrapped around the tip of the ear.

Her innocence, fighting only with a sharp fighting spirit, disappeared with a bubble.

The will to use any hand to kill the opponent, like the black grudge that comes out of the mellows, is much higher than that of Iroon, who thinks it is okay to kill him in battle.

That intimidating feeling that you can clearly see is broken.

The purpose of Prim Lancaster is neither to defeat nor to win.

It's special.

"I don't think you understand."

Prim's words were murmured by an eye rune who worked hard to overwhelm her.

"The feelings of those who came to see Spectacular today. The hard work of the people who built that place... for the people who come to the store... may be the place they need to have fun every day."

There's nothing to talk about.

Nothing to discuss.

Just put that anger on your head.

"I wonder how hard Richter worked to maintain that place. What kind of dream did the princess have in that place? I don't know how big that place is for Futa and Izuna."

Everyone was an important family member.

I have bumped into it before. Sometimes I crossed paths.

But everybody knew that their hearts were straight and "just" bumped into each other.

But the woman who stands in front of me is different.

Not just this woman.

"Even you....."

Meteors running in vain eyes still bleed their sights as if they had been destroyed.

He stares vigorously - his intentions alone are unwavering.

"You were supposed to be in that tournament!!!!!!"

--Didn 't you hear the cheer?

I have a voice for you.

--Did you not feel your gaze?

The eyes of the man who sees you.

--Did you not transmit the fever?

Didn't you get any thoughts from the people who lived up to your struggle?

Prim Lancaster is a gladiator.

No matter how knocked down, your heart is pounding.

Still, I couldn't stop loving the arena.

That's why we're in that place. To the people who shape that place.

There is still a woman who turns her back.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

――

With the rush of murder, it reaches the eye rune.

A prime that deals fully with the artifact of "Eyron" and aims at the neck of Eyron with all the cross spear magic.

Eyroon, who continues to be disadvantaged, realized that his body is slowly losing track of him.

The reason is bleeding.

It was something I understood, but I got it too much.

But it doesn't matter.

If only we could kill each other with all our might. If this is all she can do, one day she'll have to control it.

"Because there was an audience...?

"Nh...!!

"That's... that's not what I know!!

"YOU... YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Intense.

An eye-rune that licks a small, cut lip.

Again.

This girl named Prim, she began to give out a pleasant killer and suffer from the eye rune.

I can't control my emotions.

She glances that there is a gap between winning and entering.

"I don't remember dying my life like a human being!

"Nh...!!

Fighting. Audience.

Eyroon laughed at what he had learned.

For himself, fighting a sword is nothing but a brutal play that was eventually played in a painful birdcage. An audience is like a rotten "aristocrat" who watches and laughs at the birds in a cage desperately trying to win life.

Bear.

― ―

"There it is! Aahhhhh!!

The slight clutter further relaxed the dull reflection of the eye rune.

Avoid an impending blow to the abdomen with a single sheet of paper.

But I will not forgive the cross.

Changshan Cross: The Light

A prime that protrudes and spins around.

The result is a cross at the tip of the ear.

The Gorge of the Cross is approaching the eye rune that evaded its tip.

Extruded sickles are not powerful enough to cut, but they are still enough to hurt.

A sharp blow to the flank hurts the IB tattoo.

"... you did it...!!

The corner of Eilon's mouth hung up intensely.

Laugh at Prim as well.

"Ahh... your disgusting face is so pleasant."

Iroon shook his head as he stopped thinking about the extra things.

Just beat the woman in front of you.

That's all - that's all.

I felt my painful flank complaining about something.

"I'll kill you!!

"Ahhhhh!!

Prim's blade remains unchanged.

The eye rune is slow and won't slow down the attacker.

This was some kind of bad luck and luck.

Unfortunately, more lives are at stake than ever before than they have been depleted.

Fortunately, angry she hasn't finally thought about a pace allocation.

Anger uses health.

I knew it on my skin and it was a pure fact that I couldn't do it with training.

So wait for the machine, and still stand around much more carefully than before.

Her pace remains unchanged.

That's why we're aiming for opportunities with tigers.

I thought the chance would come.

The slightest blur in Prim's posture will take him from there into the realm of carnaval warfare. You should be able to fight differently.

That way, we can win. Win!

--Win, Atashi.

The lady who taught you how to behave is at least!! You were a noble and proud "nobleman"!!

Keep your chest up about winning and move on.

Does Eina laugh at you?

You want Eina to laugh at you in the first place?

"I don't think you understand."

If you don't know, now.

For himself, it was the "only".

So...

That's how you fight with a blurred creed.

"--It's full of gaps."

You can't react to a murderous woman right now.

The jaws flashed.

"... did you make it?"

Notice that the tip does not pierce the eye rune.

Normally, I was about to kill myself with a quick return, but I couldn't move.

That's because the "opponent" predicted and divided the behavior of the eye rune.

And now he's the last person I want to see.

"... get out of my way."

"What is it? You kill him. I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

Prim whispers with his eyes dyed black against a loosely shaking intruder.

But she screamed to the other person who still wouldn't let go of the pattern.

"Get out of my way!! Don't you regret it!! If you win... if you win, you'll forget!! I 'm-I 'm simple!!

Well, I'll ask you something.

Looking back, a glance at the eye rune.

He asks.

"--Is killing this a Gladiator victory?

"Eh... what?"

- Murder is a foul play in "fighting swords."

But right now, I wonder if you could pull the "fighting sword" out of here.

It's too cowardly.

"Out of the way.... get out of my way!! Don't call me... a gladiator!! To the habit of not saying anything!!

"I didn't say anything because I thought you were going the way you wanted. It... twisted because of my failure. [M] I'm here to take responsibility."

Failed.

Is that because the house was burned at the hands of the Valiants?

Or was it defeated by Ayroon?

Or have you informed her of Spectacular Terrorism?

I suppose it's all true.

I put extra field information into her choices.

He just regrets it.

"Because you're gone, you're still out of the hospital bed. I'm not the only one. Everyone is running around. But... was I right to be here?"

Turn around, "Shura".

"... Richter L. Klimbroom"

"It's been a day. It's all a mess because of you."

My eyes stagger.

Richter shook his head in her eyes, staring hatefully at her face, which was drunk in battle.

"In a place where you can see beautiful fireworks, you barbarians kill each other without looking at each other... No, well, that's dirty fireworks too. Worst case scenario ever, King's City."

Sighs tirelessly.

What are you doing here, in the air?

After a big blink of fireworks, he said.

"Prim. … We don't want you to take revenge on us. Then take the escort with you from the beginning and eat your meal."

"Hmm... but this guy!!

"Oh, yeah. Iroon is a real bad guy. No, really, seriously... I won't apologize for burning people's houses."

Exhale and look back.

"... but you're lost."

"Eh...."

"I wasn't watching another fight, but I know that much. You lacked the pride you had until that day. Because I recognized Eina as a nobleman."

"--As always, mouth as you know it."

"That's right... but I'll tell you one thing. Nothing is wrong with borrowing. Your feelings as the heir to that will are above all worthy of respect. I don't know how to do it."

The sight - enough for the prime to be taken apart.

That would be the case.

Knowing only the side of a girl named Iroon as a killer, she heard that Richter had been killed and thought she was about to be killed unilaterally.

If it opens the lid, nothing can be won with words.

How long has that been going on?

"--Richter, what happened?"

"You don't need to know now. People's past is delicate. Ask me when you get along. No, I don't want you to."

"I don't want to be."

Just a little, contrary to Primes, whose eyes were lit back.

Eyroon, who stood up loosely, glanced at Richter with resentment and told him as he wiped his cut lips.

"What are you going to do? Now what about this two-on-one?

"No way, I didn't rush to see you in the first place. I really think it sucks in that sense. I think it's going to happen again."

……

"But it's also true that it's convenient. Again."

Hmm, snort.

Richter, sandwiched between the stand-up eye rune and the prim holding the horn, stepped back from the spot.

"What does that mean?"

"--I just want to ask if that's okay."

"... what?

If she couldn't, she lowered her eyebrows, and Richter continued.

"It wasn't a welcome development. Prim tried to fight you in the dirt. I'm asking if the answer to that is the usual fight."

"... is that what you're saying to me?

--I said, "Fight with the sword."

"I know how much you hate the sword. I used to say it was a live show."

The words narrow Prim's eyes.

"But that's not true. It's about you, too."

"Me?

Ah.

I'm sure his name is "proud."

"I don't know everything yet. But I'm sure it means" fighting the sword. "

There was a man who imitated the trajectory.

Numerous swordsmen sharpened their knives.

Richter does not deny that he was excited about the sight.

"It's about fascinating the living."

"Eh...."

"Prim"

"... it's sloppy. If they say that, you can't kill them."

"--I 'm not going to let you walk that way from the beginning."

Hmm, just smile.

Finally, the prime loosens the corner of his mouth a little.

Then, a quiet fighting spirit wrapped herself coolly.

"Iroon"

……

Iroon doesn't answer.

But getting her to say the answer with her mouth right now would be terrible in itself.

That's it - just standing still is enough.

Prim Lancaster vs Iron B. Smiles.

Second bottle.

"The referee... is me."