The Branded Female Fencer

"Do it!

The moment Lexus tried to reflexively fly back, the masked swordsman had his fingers tangled in Lexus's grip. With the blunt pain, Lexus learns that his right thumb was broken. It's a big skill to just accurately break your thumb face-to-face while standing, but the masked swordsman hasn't missed a moment's gap in Lexus's face in pain, poking his dovetail with his piercing hand as he stepped on his left leg.

The blow, precisely applied to the diaphragm, took the breath away from Lexus, while the grip was taken away because of a broken thumb. At that moment, a wooden sword was taken from Lexus's hand, and the masked swordsman was playing with the wooden sword he had taken as he twirled it in his hand.

Lexus could not breathe or vomit, but just stood silently stunned. It is clear that if you fold your body into a letter now, you will settle for the moment. Lexus put up with the pain by chewing off his lips, and when he pulled out two short wooden swords on his hips, he went on offense. Anyway, he fell out of acid, so he decided to attack until the end. Besides, it's not like you can't fight with short swords.

But the opponent had a wooden sword on his left hand and a cracker on his right hand from his waist belt at some point. Apparently what they thought was a decoration was a weapon. Cracker used in street art as well, but it was enough to make me wonder if its use was more skilled than swords.

"(Isn't this short copper? A swordsman who fights this way in combination with a sword...)"

Someone appears on the back of Lexus's brain, but it never becomes clear with an acid deficient head. Lexus was experiencing a difference in skill when he asked the swordsman for a mask that changed from earlier on and responded to the meeting. Lexus receives his opponent's sword, but the masked swordsman seldom takes Lexus's sword. Differences in skill between them can also be seen from the fact that they are all paper heavy.

Lexus made a buildup once he realized the acid deficit was close. The other cracker and sword hit each other on the forehead and shoulder, but if you don't have to worry about the loss, you don't have to go through with it.

Lexus, who rarely kills, unleashes all he can, a 12-series dagger with two swords. While it was a competition, Lexus had already left him alone with the intention of killing his opponent.

But...

"... I can't even get my sword out."

The clavicle on the left shoulder was already broken, wondering if the wooden sword on Lexus's shoulder had moved a little. Plus Lexus' right arm was held down by his shoulders with his legs and he couldn't even get his sword out. Many in the audience would not have known what had happened, but Lexus collapses without even taking the last blow. And for a moment when his consciousness fell, Lexus heard his opponent.

"The last offense was inside, but this guy is a competition. I don't think it's any more playful."

"... let it go, motherfucker. I can't believe you can afford to give it to your opponent."

Meanwhile, Lexus squeezed his last force and kicked out. I was just alarmed, or hit the mask, and a crack in the mask. Whoa, the audience was surprised, and a crack broke in the mask, but now from underneath, a no-face ono came out. The masked swordsman wore two faces from the beginning.

Seeing that, Lexus laughed bitterly and now he's done his best. The audience laughed at the attitude the masked swordsman had put aside, and the masked swordsman responded to it before returning Lexus' breath to the game venue. Lexus managed to flutter back when he breathed but left the venue on his own, but when he returned to the holding room he collapsed. I guess it was mean and glorious.

Louis spoke softly on his knees beside Lexus, who lacked acid and had no strength to stand.

"You were serious?

Naturally, I was caught off guard, but I didn't lose my hand.

"That was a stupid question. What if that swordsman?"

"Undisputed, I'll be that fucking grandpa. Weapons were the only way I'd ever seen them fight, but they weren't such handy Valsas."

"Right. Then you're convinced."

Louis nodded deeply, then slapped Lexus on the shoulder.

On the other hand, on the side pulled up by the masked swordsman, several of them took applause, or an interesting look. Among other things, Diore seemed particularly intrigued, speaking to the masked swordsman.

"If there's Jen. Don't have an interesting fight?

"... Really?"

"I also felt that Alexandria's swordsmanship was mixed. Are you from my country?

"It was a long time ago that I abandoned my country. I've forgotten where I'm from."

"Well, that's a shame. If you have as many swordsmen as your lord, you will have the mouth of an officer."

It was the biggest compliment for Diore, but the masked swordsman shrugged his shoulders.

"You can serve the palace. It suits you sexually to live at will."

"Right. It doesn't stay that way."

"Yeah, really. I don't know how you answered that 30 years ago."

"What's your name?

"No, sir. You've only been called Boy."

The masked swordsman then left, but Diore remembered a strange nostalgia for the words.

And he remembered a young man who was always adorable and promising for the future.

"Boy - well, is that a Betts boy? I only knew it when I was Aoyagi, but I became a great swordsman."

Diore nodded as if he was good at it.

Continued