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

--In the burning flames, there are vividly engraved memories.

This is my conclusion after seeing many samurai, but the category of samurai who can only kill their opponents is weaker than the category of gladiators who can't kill them.

"What?"

I heard a word and I didn't know what it meant.

The mion's expression is strong because it tells with the reward of an incredible kick.

I'm definitely lacking the skill to cook a resistant opponent. That's what I'm saying.

One, two, three, four.

Her kick spins around her hand like a solitary kick.

The footsteps that dominate the universe, as in the name of the "Solo" technique.

I'm not telling you to pull all of them out.

Killers who spend the most time preparing before locking them up are the killers.

I am not aware that I am a prey to be hunted either.

After all, Shura is the strongest. Yes, the eye rune defines it.

I can't compete with the "Solo" that I released.

This is the clear "rating" difference.

So...

Deep down, it strikes Mion's abdomen.

Her last blow, which was all played by The Concerto, blew Mion off momentum.

Eyroon exhaled in a horrible way as he looked at the mion dancing in the sky.

─ After all, it's a trick.

At the same time, Ayroon grabbed the blade from behind with his nails, gripped it and threw it away.

Oh, my God. The fact that Mion fought with four blades and was blown away, while placing the remaining one behind the eye rune.

And now all the mions activated just before they were blown away - Ayroon knew it.

Now it's time for Eyroon to gaze at the mion's angrily distorted expression and murmur as he crashes into the ground.

It was fun... but I wanted to fight a little more if I wanted to. Didn't you do a little more before you played butler?

--I still have that memory. At night he kept whispering to her like a punishment.

"You're weak."

--Climbroom Mansion.

"... is that good, Mion-san?

The blurry routine questioning was, however, carried out in tension and silver flashes.

The sound of the echoing blade and blade continues unabated from the garden of the Kringbroom Mansion.

Especially on this day, Prim seems to be doing well.

The speed of swinging is so invisible that one by one.

Mion unexpectedly opened his eyes to the fact that the strength of the number one shooter was not enough.

But it was also "familiar."

"What does that mean?"

"I have to talk about Richter today."

"Ahh....."

Indeed, Richter said he was going on a spectacular inspection today. What he thinks is obvious, the point is to look for someone else.

Sometimes he declared, "I don't work with Primes."

Though not all of that intent was there, Prim wanted to see it in the field once more than at the last tournament.

So the prime is good.

But...

"I don't deserve to be next to Richter."

Dagger, manipulated by the Magic Thread (Ariadne), kills Primes.

But Prim cleverly handles the crosshairs by even reading the trajectory of the yarn, cutting off all the daggers without touching the yarn instead of tangling them.

It seems like a lot of fun is salvation. They're hunting us down.

--But when I started training with Prim, I clearly remember being ravaged with a cool face.

"So, I was trying to refine myself."

"I think that's a very good thing...!!

Deep, strong stepping in.

Don't be afraid to come in the middle of the magic yarns (Ariadne) - and never be upset when surrounded in all directions.

Mion loosens his cheeks slightly when he is much more fearful than on the battlefield.

I'm going to go where these people are hanging out.

Mion ridicules herself when the assassin's tip comes to her.

"I can't believe you didn't say anything to Richter!

"Naturally. For me, the goal is to get enough power to protect him. If so."

Hyun-hyun, the sound of the wind.

Even though the prime sensed and waved, the "yarn" struck like a wave from between.

There is still a dagger left behind when I whisper my tongue and jump, and it turns behind.

"― ― As an indicator, it is the fastest to win against Richter."

"I see, I like it!!

Tsuneyama Cross: A Guide Star

Defensive dance by her cross, repeatedly carried out by a boulder.

This also makes the servant mion laugh bitterly when he is played with all the objects.

Fly away and regain your posture.

"I think it would be very nice for Mion-san to join us!

Yes, can you say so?

"Yeah, 'cause" fighting a sword "is fun!

I want to share what I enjoy so much with my friends.

To that pure feeling, Mion smiles.

Fufufu, yeah.

For her, it must be a "sword", including Mion's determination.

While smiling at the announcement of participation, he shook his head with joy.

But that's why I was worried about Mion.

"Are you glad, Mr. Prim?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, I'm the one who's teaming up."

Ah, that's it.

She said blurry.

Unlock the Demarcation and approach Mion again.

She continued whistling at the dull sound of the blade.

"It wasn't everyone. I'm so glad Mr. Mion invited me!

"Really? Anyone else you want to set up with?

"There are a lot of people I want to fight! Richter is, too, and I'd like to do the same with the princess. And... even an eye-rune."

……

Eyroon.

When he heard the name, Prim said it with a fairly refreshing face, behind Mion's back, who frowned a little.

I'm sure we're just thinking about a pure match.

The glare lowered Mion's eyebrows slightly.

"That's why I was worried about who I was working with... I'm glad Mion-san ran for office!

"Really... that's good."

Fluffy and smiling, but the soft air collides relentlessly with the blade in the back.

Like Tsubaki, the chattered magic yarn and crosshairs collide with each other and reverse with force.

And the prime is zero.

Ah, but...

Mion raised his face to the murmur that he remembered.

Just a few gentle eyes. It was quite unusual for her to do it in the middle of a struggle, but as soon as she leaned her neck, the answer came back.

"If Mion-san hadn't invited me, there would have been only one person who wanted to speak up."

"I'm... sorry about that, right?

"Yeah. Nothing? It's no big deal... and it's fun to fight."

"May I ask you something?

"--It's Futa."

It was a surprise. That was the heart of Mion.

Speaking of prime, I thought he was a barbarian and craved to fight the mighty.

If so, I thought there were no shards in the option of teaming up with Futa - apparently not.

"It's not really a big deal.... just look. If it was Huta who came to King's Landing and fought for the first time."

Mion-san may not know, and Futa herself seems to have forgotten, but please put it in front of her.

"I only fought with Futa."

Go get what's important.

A series of memories of taking over the Knights of the Dragons remain rich and nostalgic among the Primes.

It's been a year since then.

If you think about it, you will also be deeply emotional.

"Because of this, I didn't feel like fighting together once on this stage - not really. But that's about it. Of course, fighting Futa is more enjoyable at the moment."

A little sentimental, no. Anniversary.

Yes, the prime was lightly embarrassed.

"Okay, I see."

"Like Richter, Iroon... and Futa. No, we have a lot of friends."

"Ahahah, I guess so. Maybe so."

Laugh relentlessly and knock out Mion's Dagger. The dagger finally pours down aiming at the hand of the cross.

"But let's blow it all up and win!!

"Yes, of course."

The blade that bumped into each other fell off.

Today's exercise is over.

One day, I began to hide from my lord.

Mion's arms, who vowed to rebuild himself from the past, were returning to their prime. The evidence.

Both of the two people shaking hands had lost something from their hands.

Mion & Prim Lancaster "Star Dust" Join!!

The question of whether the team of girls living in the "Klimbroom" mansion should be the "dust" of the stars was silenced by Mion. Prim didn't quite understand.