The Branded Female Fencer

Elsia was confronting her opponent over the arena. I'm surprised to see Elsia. No more voices in the audience, no more names in their ears. All you need is the other person's ability.

Oddly enough, the opponent and Elsia even looked alike in their outfits. How old is she from what seems to be a child's face but is she wearing makeup? Beautiful, I may not say, but I suppose I care a lot about my outfit around my face and curly hair showing makeup. Again, as a woman out in the arena, it would mean that her appearance is also important. Because if it looks beautiful, it's the truth that it becomes quite popular without strength.

Elsia's opponent, Skinnis, is quite popular in the arena. The way it fights, let it win. Let it lose, let it entertain those who watch. The unusual way of fighting, which takes the alias' Odd Man ', was conceived as thinking of it as something else than winning, and no one even knew where it was meant to be. The customer who cheered on Skinny this time was also backing up because she saw something more interesting than winning.

Skinny also usually fights elsewhere from the stakes. Fighters get paid according to victory, but other than that, there may naturally be back-trades. There are all sorts of deals where you deliberately lose or treat them badly. But this time it has nothing to do with such a deal, and the employer is Cassandra, the same fighter. There was only one thing from her, she was ordered to take it seriously. Skinny worried about what to do, but Cassandra is one of the most ancient female fighters, and her strength and trust are immense. Later Cassandra, anyway, was excused from being privately sentenced (lynched) by his surroundings and worshippers.

If this were to happen, Skinnis was sighing heavily in the holding room saying he should not have defeated Cassandra in a battle previously under limited conditions. I'm struggling now because of the high rewards and the blinding eye to whether it's an honor or not in the pattern. I don't have any information on who I'm Jaeger against, and I was caricaturally thinking about what kind of battle I was going to fight after I went up to the arena and saw my opponent, but I changed my mind when I saw his face.

The opponent was a girl who wasn't even old enough, but those eyes must have been exactly the eyes of a warrior. The training ground would have been cuddled, and most importantly, the eyes of those who risked their lives on the sword. Holding a sword with gold, unlike many fighters. Years of experience had shown that Cassandra was the one who could shrug her feet if she didn't mean it.

Oh, man, it's a bad day, Skinny thought. If you lose sight of how strong you are, you may be able to conspire against them in an upcoming match. I was listening to the precautions of the referee, thinking it was time to retire.

"... then this match will be played on a score (points) basis. Are there any differences between the two?

"Yeah, I don't."

"Even if there is, now, isn't it? Oh, more than that, referee. Do you have better eyes?

"? Of course, I'm pretty confident."

The referee of a woman whose personnel had changed from earlier was tilting her neck. Skinny would also keep 'planting' in the referee if necessary, but this referee was unfamiliar. Because if it's a score system, it needs to be a referee who can spot all of his or her serious serial attacks. A desperate hit strike also whites the game in an invisible referee. Skinny had no more regrets as a performer than being a fighter.

"Then take a good look. We may not even have time to blink in this game."

"I see, let's try. This one's an expert too."

Listening to the word of the referee, Skinnis was convinced to take his place for now. The other girl, Elsia, doesn't seem to have much combat experience, even from where she holds her slender Spike Sword (Rapier) like a sword. What Skinny was going to do was decided.

"So here we go!

With the signal of the referee, Skinny's coat rises twisted. At that moment, Elsia crouched, her perpendicular protecting the front of her body. Perpendicular to that, how many wooden nails had been hit.

Skinny was impressed when she was a well-groomed daughter. Unless it hits the body directly, it certainly doesn't score on the rules. Then it is possible to protect it with a cloth, even if it is not a shield. It doesn't matter if it's a jacket or vertical. When this happens, it cannot be accepted as valid with a powerless throwing weapon. It weighs somewhat and requires either a weapon that can only be seen by the eye that it has hit the target, or a direct attack.

Skinnys had removed the following weapon from the sac he had planted inside his coat. Elsia's complexion changes.

"What, that weapon"

"It's mostly used on the eastern continent, but it's called sultin. It used to be used on the battlefield. It hurts when you hit it, so avoid it, okay?

A wooden sphere slightly larger than a perforated fist is bracketed at both ends of a string several times the length of the back. We make it that way in view of safety, but if we get hit with centrifugal force, it's going to be quite a blow.

Elsia quickly understood the degree of amazement. If it had been taken from the rope, it would have been rarely struck without the means to cut the strings, and the battle could have ended soon.

Elsia jumped off to see Skinnis start to wield his weapon or pack his time right away. Skinnys is quick to make that decision.

"That out-of-the-box, it's preferable!

"Ugh, getting older!

"and an increase in the number of years -"

The moment Skinny remembered her anger for a moment, she threw the bag that Elsia had planted inside her perpendicular. Inside is lime, closing the sight of Skinnis, who accidentally paid for it by hand.

"Damn!?

"It's because I can afford it. Screw you!"

Elsia pounds all over herself. Elsia is not furry enough to earn points. I have no idea that I can win by doing such a lengthy thing before my opponent in battle. If there was a chance of winning one, it was to push the opponent out of combat with one blow, or an equivalent attack, and then decide in a row.

What Elsia is after is her opponent's throat.

"(I've been practicing poking... don't die!

No matter how much wood you make, it doesn't necessarily mean you can't kill your opponent if you do a spike. The poke that Elsia rolled out was slightly duller than what she would do in practice. Should I still consider it Elsia's sweetness that I thought it would be decided because I was doing eyeballs?

Elsia's penetration was taken from the string, and the Spike Sword was broken in an instant. Skinny stays eyes closed.

Continued