Tearmoon Empire Story

Gun sounds tall metal. It was the second time this game had started that the two blades had crossed.

Subtle changes that came to the battle. Though it was a trivial change for those who watched.

For those of us fighting, it was very big.

"I see, finally, seriously, is that so?

In the palm of his hand, returned from his sword, Abel glanced. It would still have been better if it had begun perfectly.

However, the slaughter that was unleashed was not returned with great resistance, and was recieved.

Step back on your feet and rebuild your nearly collapsed posture.

"No, I don't know if you can believe me, but I've been serious."

Sion smiled invincibly, staring quietly at Abel like that.

"But even if I know, it's hard to take it. That slaughter is a big deal."

Lowering his sword sloppily and restarting it in the lower section, Theon grinned.

"I respectfully advise you on that sharp attack, but the next time you do" the same attack as before "......, it's your loss, Prince Abel"

An invincible, fierce (why not) grin, unlike anything I've ever seen before. Abel perceives that there is no lie or falsehood in his words......,

"Right. Then there's only one thing to do."

Put your sword high above your head. It's the same as before.

A grand offensive setup.

"You mean you gave up?

Theon slightly frowns when he sees it. In contrast, Abel laughed invincibly.

"No way. To win, Prince Zion."

"Right. No, I salute you again, Abel Remno. I will defeat you with all my might."

If Theon's words would have changed his tactics, Abel's loss would have been certain.

Because no matter what his offense would have exceeded Zion's heavenly gift.

Abel, however, took the same, most confident stance as before.

Plus, not from giving up that you can't do anything else, but to win.

If I may say so, it is the will not to carry out “the same attack as before”, the determination to carry out an attack beyond what has been before.

Theon therefore admitted.

As a good opponent (competitor) who should hit with all his might, betting on the only possibility of defeating himself.

The two stand at each other's critical point in time and stop moving.

The rain, which had been getting intense for some time, was hitting each other's bodies, but we could no longer afford to care about that.

Abel was only thinking about striking his best blow into Zion, increasing his concentration.

Therefore, even if he had forgotten, it might have been an inexorable thing.

that this is neither a life-threatening duel nor a battle.

That it's just a game to deepen rapport between students.

That's more than just letting the contestants catch a cold or forcing them to continue in the rain, naturally......,

"That's it for both!

There was an interruption from the referee.

"Become!"

Abel, who gets half-hearted by that voice;

"Oh, did it still happen"

Scion that lays his sword on the sheath and shrugs his shoulders.

Apparently, he had a good understanding of the matter, and he doesn't look particularly surprised.

"I want to settle this battle sooner or later... Perhaps this winter's swordsmanship tournament will be the closest opportunity."

That said, Theon smiled at Abel.

"I don't know, Prince Abel. Can you promise me this rematch with me?

the hand thus offered,

"Oh, just what I want"

Abel grips back.

Thus the battle between the two closed with a firmly squeezed handshake.

"Prince Abel!

Meer ran over to Abel, who got off the arena.

Meer utters her utmost ambition to Abel, who seemed to be able to defeat Coming Scion in one more step.

"It was amazing, it was a shame. We were just one step away."

"No..., Princess Meer, if I kept going like that, I would..."

Not noticing Abel black-and-white his eyes, Meer continues.

"I'm sure someone who envied Prince Abel's victory decided to shallow or rain beg! Really, it was just one step away, and it's a tease to water a squarely grand battle!

... By the way, Meer, who had finished eating Botch lunch in the previous timeline, was pulled into her own room by herself.

Meanwhile, when I heard that Hate Scion was going to win, Meer begged for rain, and when I heard that the tournament had been cancelled due to the rain, I shouted delightfully.

It was a shallow one, and I had forgotten everything about myself.

As a result, this year's swordsmanship tournament was cancelled due to rain.

The promise of a rematch exchanged by the two princes, which will be accomplished so quickly and yet in an unexpected place that neither we nor we anticipated.

That's not on the battlefield, but on the battlefield, and we're serious about each other...

That is still a little further.