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

I still can't affirm myself.

Still.

― ― Outside the arena spectacular. South.

In particular, there was no signal.

It ran almost simultaneously.

If you insist, one man looked up at the sky.

A blinking sound of sky flowers, similar to the applause of thunder that will be given to those who have finished fighting.

Perhaps the show is coming to an end.

The beautiful seven-color light and the sounds that echo every time it blooms.

That might have been a signal similar to the wind of the arrow that opened the curtain of battle.

I'm sure if the girl's singing is about to end in the wind.

Richter thought the battle was coming to an end.

"Haahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Flashing is the tip of a tree. In front of a blade that is illuminated by the sparkle of fireworks and reflects dazzling light, the eye rune turns against his body in a light step.

At that moment, Richter realized something was different.

A moment to open your eyes.

It's a new technique or something I've never seen before.

There were no particularly difficult elements.

But...

/(adv, adv-to, vs) (on-mim) (on-mim) feeling better/feeling better/feeling better

――

It seems that Richter wasn't the only one who was surprised.

Prim, who was throwing a knife, was equally stunned.

What Iroon did was just evasion.

But it was a surprise to Prim that her body hadn't finished there, which was supposed to have just turned against her body.

At the same time as he turned against his body, Eyroon literally sank.

She slipped into her pocket - that is, she was in the middle of a step, but she disappeared.

Somehow.

For example, her supple body opened her legs back and forth deeply.

The move to split the crotch is really ballerina's.

Shortly after she was surprised that her height had dropped to the height of a sitting position, she pushed her hands up and lifted her lower body upwards as if the dancer were twisting as she got up.

Solo (Air Aria)

"Ku"

――

Eyroon sharpens his long, slightly sharper eyes, and neither the usual laughter nor the pleasant ecstasy is present in his expression.

Just drop the frontal enemy.

That's all I could think of, Prim felt it.

"That's good!

Her chin was targeted by a heel that kicked up from the blind spot.

If you circumvent this with a single piece of paper, it will only be a prey for the legs that have fallen off their heels.

Rotate the retracted knife and intercept the target with the target.

Leveraging the momentum of the kick, Prim jumped backwards with a dull sound.

The landing was low, and the knife gripped in one hand.

Prim also knew that the hunter who hunted the beast had lowered his hips to hide to maximize the speed of penetration.

The fastest knife is not Date.

But all I know about it is the same thing as Iroon.

Huh

Unleash the Tsuneyama Cross: Meteor One Arrow and you'll be at Prime's pace.

That's why you're sniffing.

When she noticed, Iroon was pointing his fist away from the leap, aiming for her gap when she landed.

--Coming.

That's what Prim did. He acted fast.

The basics of battle are to destroy the opponent.

Just like Eyron did when he was crushing the speed that Prim was good at. In a situation where strength is reversed, how to not give freedom to the opponent is the key to the match.

In that sense, the strength of the eye rune is skill and continuous fire.

Richter was right about Gladius, and crushing Eilon's movements from the opposite was certainly cutting Eilon's temper.

So it's only natural that Prim should do the same.

I thought you were looking at it.

I'm not talking about that dimension. Whoever holds a sword in battle knows the right way to fight.

Aim at the squeezed arm, and the Prim stands still and releases.

The difference in reach is enormous. At best, the advantages of a prime with a long twist are immeasurable against an eye rune that limits itself to its own wingspan.

But of course, Iroon couldn't have known about it.

But when I hit him from the front, I hit him with a fist.

Unlike the max thrown, Eyron's fist is still in the middle of swinging down.

I can't help thinking it was a complete Prim win.

That's why Richter was surprised.

That's why if this is the explanatory seat, it wouldn't be strange to call it "amazing" like an idiot.

Iroon flew.

I suppose you knew the end from the beginning.

What happens when we meet? I was aiming for this because I understood it.

I wasn't trying to shake my fist out.

Rather, the aim was to "fly" with a fist starting from the bow.

Eyroon falls down like a vertical rotating solitude in a position like a heel drop.

The golden wavy hair sparkles in the night sky as if a meteor were pulling its tail.

"- I see."

Richter noticed something.

But before you say "something", the sound of the iron-iron meeting is as beautiful as a fireworks near the end.

Prim Lancaster is a gladiator.

The dancing movements of her makeshift, and of her own accord, captivate all those who see her.

Her penis is nothing but a hoax.

She is the one who unites with her, the flower of the battlefield.

On the other hand, Iron B. Smiles.

Her nickname, "Mermaid of the Dead Mountain Blood River (Serene)", continues even with Prim.

Serene's name is Richter.

Famous fairy tale.

The story that daring sailors who went on an adventure were attracted to the beauty of the rock, and when they realized it, they were sunk by each ship.

Mountains and rivers emerged from the remains of those who challenged her to become the River of Dead Mountain Blood.

Then why did the terrible woman keep singing?

To aim for "strength." To reach the height.

Or something else.

Either way.

If there is only one thing I can say right now.

"A-ahh!!

"Konno-- not yet!!

Under the great fireworks that mark the end.

Why are the sparks of iron scattered in the earth?

"It feels more beautiful than the sky, because this is the sword."

Yes, it is.

Richter noticed the change.

Nocturnal Reminder

"Sink"

"No!

A spear attack that pierces the opponent, looking at his body as a throw.

In an attempt to defend the target area, Iroon twisted his body and wrapped the prime's neck around his arm like a helical missile.

Think of it as a squeeze, but before you twist yourself out, use that momentum to knock your body to the ground (neck breaker).

Gu, uhh

――

If he crashes unprotected, he hits his head.

I can't breathe if I screw up my body.

Primes were forced to hit from a high position, but at that moment he flipped his head and stood up to his point of origin.

The movement, which was as glorious as pole dancing, lit up the heat beneath the starry sky.

Normally, the eye rune can't chase the gap, but exhales and gently wipes out his own hair.

With plenty of room, and that look on his face, Prim raised his mouth.

"You"

"... what?

"Nothing!!

After all, if I had been chasing a fallen prime on the ground and swinging down one of my fists, I would have worked in the favor of Iroon.

The answer is no.

The Primes will now take whatever way Iron fights with his own hands. You can beat me straight ahead of cowardly shouting.

That, without saying anything, proved above all that the eyes were full of fighting spirit.

--So Iroon didn't do it because he knew it was so?

I still don't know.

There's only one thing I can say.

The rising Prim was just as much a "gladiator" as the driftstone.

She just looked at her gracefully and gave her a light haircut, and she just said that she would certainly have been a crowd gatherer in the arena.

"But I'm the one who wins!!

Now Iroon intercepts the flying Primes.

Eyroon, who breathed out and stood up, spotted the flash of an intensely ragged tree and jumped backwards at the edge.

Not yet!

If Eilon's stunt is a serial attack, Prim's stunt is fast.

The two are by no means incompatible. Speed is an accessory to serial strikes, and it's a serial strike to take advantage of speed.

If that's the case, it's the fastest way to get Prim's jaws around.

Gradually collapse the preventative eyeleons - just like you collapse the sand castle with your fingers, you drive the eyeleons into poverty.

――

But I also learned that from Iroon.

I couldn't grasp the crucifix directly, but I could do as many as I wanted.

For example, the ground.

Even the stone rolling around it turns into a murder weapon if you hang it on an eye-rune.

For example, next door.

The referees who are lowering their blurred surfaces will be able to determine victory and defeat, but it is easy to use as a shield.

――

"What is it?"

My eyes stagger.

She kept swinging.

Do you think you can push it out if you keep going like this?

Or do you think that if you say "fighting sword", this will suit her?

Eyroon turned a cold eye when she said she was herself, but she waved her eyes with a lot of fun.

"- Anyway, do whatever you want."

The murmur came from her.

She looks up at an unexpected dialog as she jumps into Eilon's ear to think of a way forward.

"Whatever you did, I can't lose!

Yeah, it blew out a lot.

It's as if you think you've gotten stronger, that look.

There was nothing I could do about it, and it was annoying.

"Bubba!?

"Hmm...!?

It was the straight one on the right.

As intended, it burst into his face to be inhaled.

Eyroon laughs when it blows to an interesting level.

Beautiful cross counter.

This is what happens when you swing your tongue and mistake yourself for an offensive.

Even if you don't use her "dirty hands", you can do this kind of trick on the same soil as you.

Ayroon raised his mouth in a rage.

"What the hell!!

Fist marks stuck to cheeks.

Eyroon exhaled loudly at the crying prime.

I got a lot too much money.

Bleeding from the body can't be foolish, and above all.

Lifted back.

I don't like myself being chased before the trees.

Oh, yeah.

--It's over.

That's right.

"....."

Prim with tearful eyes, pressed against cheeks. --I didn't have a knife in my hand.

"--The winner, Prim Lancaster!

Along with the declaration.

Looking at the cross that pierced the tree by the throat, Ayroon closed his eyes.

If you drop your body, you'll slip through the cross gourd and sit on the ground.

Rolled and stood up.

Remove dirt, hold down the bleeding right flank, and walk out.

"- Iroon!!

Turn around.

There's Richter standing in the middle of nowhere.

A prime figure that stretches out his hand.

"If you do it, you can do it. It's a fun game."

That's why. That's why.

Eyroon slapped his hand.

"Ah, it was."

"--I 'm not going to get used to each other. I owe you again somewhere. Now I'm going to crush you."

And turn your back again.

One step, one more step.

The fireworks in the arena are over.

The voice of Prim once again stopped the eye rune from disappearing into the darkness.

But she didn't seem to hear it.

Iroon disappeared to the back of the alley.

"What, did you forgive me?"

"... I wonder. I don't know. No."

Clearly, she laughs with her hands on the back of her head.

"But it's true."

"I'll fight, I'll fight... because I won... what the hell..."

If you want to deny his words and logic, you have to win. - I promise. If I win, I'll feel better.

"If you win, it's refreshing!!

I see.

Fu, gently raise the corner of your mouth, and Richter turns his heel back.

He turned his back on the spectacle and walked out.

"Let's go home, barbarian (...)"

"Ah, bad mouth again!

Grasp the familiar clasp in her hand, and she follows from behind.

Richter thought that was fine.

And then, yes. Hopefully.

Once, she looked back at the entrance to the alley where she had disappeared and exhaled.

Hopefully - she can walk where they want.

"It's a tough one."

"? Did you say something difficult?

I see. It's easy for the barbarians to understand. "

"Say it."

Your Highness can't keep it that way.

― ― Arena Spectacular.

"- I've always loved it!!!!

At the end of the lyrics - an immense fireworks were thrown into the sky.

Fire pillars also blow around the stage, and the greatest cheer of the day explodes at the origin of the spectacle.

Everyone realized it was Climax.

A feeling of regret, a feeling of longing for this day the most.

A spectacular evening of mixed emotions.

"Raid, you didn't come."

While peering at the stage from the passageway, Reef groaned.

That's fine then.

After all, I won't lose consciousness until it's over.

However, it was a fact that he was still relieved by the spectacle as it progressed safely.

"Yes, but the Master will not return."

"Surely you're worried about paying attention to that. Well, there's more to worry about."

Why are you looking at me???

"You're unconscious."

"Well, I've finished making the music. It's been used up."

"Just how much..."

A girl with an orange ponytail makes her neck tilt. Mirabelle G. Gringott.

She also enjoyed listening to the music of the day from the commuter's entrance.

I didn't think there was any explosion or anything left on my head.

"Oh no, it was a good day... This is what music can do, right? It's lovely."

"Isn't he really made of flowers in his head?"

"I won't stop you from breaking it, Reef Ride."

"Stop it."

He sighed and said it was stupid and a natural defense.

After all, I haven't solved the problem of you being chased.

"That's right! We don't have enough luggage to escape at night. What should we do?

What are you worried about?

I can't communicate.

However, there were many things Reef didn't know just because he joined us later.

"You're a Southern bard, aren't you?

"I'm sure you're a poet! I live south!

Well, I'd like to ask you something.

Yes, I think I forgot to ask one important question.

Near the end of the show, in Spectacular.

As he watched the pasta act and the splendid stage, Rifi asked.

"Why did you come to King's Landing?

"Because Hula called you, right?