The Branded Female Fencer

City of Pleasure, Part 72 - In the Arena in Turam (8) -

I looked for a layer that wasn't in the room, and when Elsia went outside, there was a look of Skinny there. Elsia is alert with a grumpy face.

"For what?

"Yes, don't strain your shoulders. I've come to congratulate you, young talent."

Skinny has asked Elsia to shake hands, smiling somewhat bitterly. Then there wasn't supposed to be anything in the palm until earlier, but when was a round of white flowers gripped?

"What's this?

"Because I'm an odd magician. Congratulations."

"I don't know what to say, but, uh, thank you"

"No, you're welcome. Besides, I want to advise you because you're more talented than I am."

Skinny took a little distance from Elsia and had a wooden nail in both hands. Count to eight. Skinnys urges Elsia to pull out a knife.

"Can you use your sword, this?

"... try it"

"Then don't hesitate"

Skinny's throw was quick, but without any change of philosophy. Right, then left. Four thrown weapons at a time, lightly tapping off Elsia.

But.

"... what's wrong with this?

"Look at your breasts."

When Elsia looked at her chest, she was hitting one of the cardiac positions. Eight, you must have knocked it off. Skinny laughs.

"This has lowered my drinking a little bit."

"What do you mean?

"You're being too serious. Certainly talented, far more than I am. But killing each other is anything. If you make one mistake, don't stop by for talent. Not to be proud, and not to yield to dirty ways. Remember that."

"... thanks for the advice."

Elsia tried to say something back, and stopped. Elsia knows exactly what Skinny is talking about. If this method had been used in earlier battles, it would have been Elsia who would have lost. One thing that didn't get Skinny to show off his skills was that Elsia was good.

And Skinny didn't see Elsia that way, either, but he thought he might not put any more void on this one. I felt the girl had talent for battle as well as pure sword talent. If I could stop her, I thought this might be the last time.

And Skinny thought. I wonder how much it would have been if I had earnestly piled drills as a warrior. And I tried to poke a little at the idea, and it got silly. In a life that didn't, 'if' or something like that doesn't help. He said he only had to think about 'if' life after he was old and his body barely moved. More than that, he now had to worry about the rice seeds from tomorrow.

Before the third game, a short break was provided. From now on, heavyweight gains are also placed on weapons around the arena for the men's fighters to fight. Most of them are performances, but such performances were also necessary for the arena.

In the meantime, there were those who moved. Behind the arena are a variety of things to prepare. Medical facilities to accommodate injured fighters, large amounts of food prepared for fighters and spectators to eat. And even weapons and protective equipment, blacksmiths to repair them. Some of them accommodate warcraft and beasts used in combat. Not much more often these days because it will be cruel, but it was still a popular offering in back fighting for people and warcraft to fight.

The Warcraft was caught in a strictly physical cage, witched and sealed many more times, and the human protection was slightly looser for that matter. Even today, the guards were supposed to take turns, but their appearance was already gone. Everyone is falling into deep sleep in the break room. And there is one man who stands honorably in front of the cage of the Warcraft.

When the man stood in front of the cage of the Warcraft, he observed the Warcraft as if he were going to do the same. The warcraft roars to intimidate you if that gaze was offensive, but the person never moves. And before hitting the cage, the warcraft had stopped its movement as a fright, as the warcraft tried to fly at the person who approached the cage inadvertently. And suddenly he rounded his back and growed up, and began to be scared of the person. And as I watched the frightening man, another person came in.

"Am I interrupting your pleasure?

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"You can't help it, it's still there after the fight. This is what I ordered."

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"I'll leave the way to you. That's how they say it from above. It is the purpose of the client to make the effects of this appear large. Still, if the damage were done, the objections would be reinforced at once. That's why I'm here."

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"Don't worry, we'll see what happens here. I'll transfer the rewards via the Alliance. No one's watching you, right?

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"Yes, that's fine. Then I'll go back. Please come back."

And when the person who came in later gave him the vial in his hand, he left the spot. When the recipient confirmed that the contents of the vial were liquid, he observed while turning the vial for a while to its blue beauty. And after a little thought, he rang his fingers, and from among the warcraft that had frightened him until earlier, an individual like a monkey fluttered onto the spot. And when he was instructed to open his mouth, he put the liquid from outside the cage into his mouth and went back into the cage. And after a while the warcraft began to suffer in the cage, but the cage around him was as quiet as it was frightened, against the noisy cage.

The fluid-dropping person watched the Warcraft transform with interest and pleasure.

Continued