"Delivering to the Best Stars ~ Spectacular remix ~"
d Flashy music is a blessing song that proves who the winner is.
It's not the final, so there won't be any blowing snow or fireworks. But rather, the more uncomfortable it was, the hotter the match was.
Winner declaration by referee.
Lilac stands up as if taken away, and an eye-rune distorts his expression with humiliation.
The girl with the broken twins now solves the winning posture and waves her hand to the audience seat with a sigh of breath.
--Now you can beat him down from behind.
I tried to shake my fist while I was holding it - I quit.
That was never because I felt the signs of a vigilant mion interrupting.
In the Colosseum, I'm sure.
No, until recently, there would have been no hesitation in winning now. But somehow it seemed so vain.
For the first time, I looked at the cheer of the audience.
"--their eyes are really curious. Then I wonder if it's the eyes you want, enjoy, and look down on each other."
The unspoiled emotions of those who boil over Prim's victory and perhaps cry like weeping over Lilac's defeat.
Look at the woman in front of you.
The eyes of the one who looks at you from the front and stands up for the good. If I don't kill you, I can't even survive. Are you the eyes of a scratched, chased beast? "
I was going to crush it hard once. In fact, I confronted Eilon with hatred. Nevertheless, her feelings in the "fighting sword" arena were too honest. It's not the same as the thin one or the simple one.
You can take another look for yourself.
I shook my head at the words of the past.
……
If there is only one thing that is clear.
Now it is true that I have been defeated.
Ayroon turned his back quietly and walked away to the entrance gate.
The "Let's do it again" that was thrown on his back was not worth listening to.
--If I didn't think so, I couldn't do it.
The winner of the first match is Star Dust.
The winning candidate, "Girl's Garden", disappeared like a lie in the first match between preferential slots.
― ― Arena Spectacular.
Woe and busy, breaks between matches.
Pasta is the first person to get used to the small talk.
While listening to the lovely voice and the noise of the audience, a girl walked fluffily through the corridor for the people involved.
Put your hands against the wall and drink on your trembling feet.
It's never exhausting or exhausting.
I just didn't have the strength.
The two characters of "defeat" were pointing out in front of me.
I've never lost a championship before. I was told that the kingdom was the strongest.
Not that I was pointing a blade at it and decided on the game.
Lost? Lower than last semifinal?
Don't let that happen.
That is unacceptable.
More importantly, I've been working on a lot of things for that champion.
Everything went back to the blisters.
You said you looked forward to it.
"....."
I suppressed the feelings that were suddenly about to blow out and chewed my lips.
Repentance, vain, powerlessness.
Is the taste of defeat so bitter?
It's pathetic, it's hard to breathe.
Yeah, that's why.
Dear Lilac,
I didn't want to see him just now.
"... Futa"
"Yes. Ah, I'm getting paid."
"... is that so?"
If you ask me, there are no signs of people in the corridors around here.
Even though he's not feeling well, Lilac and, above all, Huta are here. Yes, there is no room for human intrusion.
Probably even the guards on the guard took care of it.
If that kind of rotation turns and you feel the proximity between Lilac and Huta, is it around Ben?
Put it on - but shake your head for nothing.
"... are you here to laugh?
"What kind of malice? I don't think so."
"Then why?"
Just keep your hopes alive. The next time he breathed until he was sure to win, he couldn't even stick to the game when he saw the result and lost.
The more words you say, the more miserable you are. I wonder if there is even a needle in my throat. I feel the pain as I spit out a word.
His arm was gently stretched out by his hand against the wall, holding it without strength.
"Of course you're worried. I can't sit in the explanatory seat when I see you standing up right after the game."
What are you doing?
Lilac's arm was passed on, and Huta's hand touched her shoulder wrapped in light armor.
It's always about a fouta that can't read the air.
I think I can't walk because my soul is exhausted, so I'm going to lend you my shoulder.
Yes, I thought so.
"Ah...."
"Besides, I'm not saying I know how you feel. After the battle, I also have this experience."
That's a story one day.
Memories of the first time that the "power" you finally got to fight was denied.
However, her misery and powerlessness are probably vectors different now.
I don't want to tell myself anything.
For now, just a little bit of the person in this arm.
"With all due respect,
If you don't like it, you'll be throwing it away. That's what I thought.
"Nobody's watching now."
Yes, I'll whisper.
The silver hair is crisp in front of Uta looking down.
Sure warmth on the chest, gently pressed against it.
I can't see her face buried in her chest.
"... I..."
"Yes"
Excuse me, snort.
"I didn't mean to be alarmed. But... I certainly thought so."
……
"I can't lose here."
Iron and Lilac.
No matter what you think, it's not like you disappear here. That's for sure.
But this is a tag match.
It is not impossible for unexpected things to happen.
However, there are feelings that cannot be organized because defeat was not directly caused.
"It's only natural to play a game with Futa...."
"Yes"
"Why are you here?"
"Yes"
"I don't want to be proud either...!
"... yes"
I'm sure you were proud of the facts.
I had no intention of losing except in a match with Futa.
But why should I be blamed? Lilac is not the only one who thinks so. Even Prim and Izna ultimately set their goals at the top.
Lilac carefully worked out measures for each team, and she didn't lick them. In that sense, I'm not proud.
If so, it's a matter of mind.
I must have thought about it somewhere. As I told you before, you can't lose.
But there are still feelings that I don't want to admit.
I mean, if you admit you were proud, that's...
--Because you'll admit that you're just a spectacular gladiator.
I'm sure he doesn't know why he hates it so much.
Looking up at her with wet eyes, her rustic face, which was so close, was just smiling gently.
"I... thought I could change..."
"Change...?
Of course the murmur won't reach Futa.
I don't intend to have it delivered. Because I haven't reached that height.
The Spectacular Flag - the symbol, the two swords that show the supreme sword - has the strength to change from that sword.
I wanted to think so.
- Not yet. See you. It didn't arrive.
Dear Lilac,
Gently turning your hands around the back of your head. Big, warm.
I'm afraid of being behind my head and I don't want to forgive anyone, but it's too natural to be touched, and I don't feel bad about it.
"--I 'll always be waiting for you."
"Nh... uhh, ahh"
Her face, which she looked up to see, was pressed against her chest again. I feel relieved by the unexpected stretching of my merciful hand.
It's warm enough to destroy the emotions that were blowing through your lips earlier.
"Higu, uhhh...."
"Lady Lilac did her best. I'm not proud. So let's do it together again by the next time."
Even though you know how pathetic it is to cry.
I couldn't beat misery, sadness, helplessness - the sense of defeat that flipped them. That must be an important part of making her a samurai, and that's why there's "next."
See you for the next tournament.
For that reason, let's spit it all out now.
Until the feeling of the loved one she held was finished, Futa just stayed still and whispered at her.
Oh, no.
"Gugu... higu..."
I remembered something extra.
"The other day, I told him that the Tsuneyama Cross is not just ambidextrous. No, I can't believe it's coming... painful, painful, Master Lilac."
Don't. Don't.