The Branded Female Fencer

"Seen it? Vatruca."

"Yeah, I saw it, Jemica."

The two members of the silver clan watched closely how Banessa fought. Basically two people who don't care about human fights or anything, but there were a couple of notable people at this martial arts tournament. One of them is Banessa.

We both had already admitted that Vanessa had a strength that was strong and could not be measured just by fast movement. It's just that neither of us understand what it is.

Gemyaka asks.

"Does our 'dance' make sense?

"I need to try. Whatever. But there's a good chance the same attack won't work again."

"Hmm, I'd like to try it"

Vatruka was embarrassed when he saw Gemyaka, who was obviously nodding.

"You mustn't, our purpose will be achieved in the next game. It's not good to stand out any more. Because we stand out just because we're in the public in the first place. You dye your hair, and you'll be right back."

"Yes, sir. It's boring, isn't it? If we're going to win a tournament like this in no time, we're going to win."

"I can't be proud of anything because it's natural to do that. More than that, it is presumed that man's fearful abilities lie in the hunt down and in the mass battle. I don't think we can stand up to 10,000 troops on our own. You didn't forget, did you?

"Thousands might be able to handle it, but 10,000 might not be possible without the older sisters. If we deal with 10,000 more humans than that, even the miscellaneous fish are going to be hungry!

I wonder if I'd like to take my time savoring one of the finest. I hope the next person is delicious. "

That's what I said, and Gemyaka, with her twin hammers in her hand, heads to the venue. The next match's opponent was - Aerial.

As he headed to the venue, Gemyaka saw Rascal and waved. Rascal, with a slightly surprising look, is being smashed by an obese shaped boy next to him. Speaking of which, he hadn't told some boy yet that he was participating in the Unified Martial Arts Games.

I think the surprised faces are cute, but I also wonder if they are as old as they are when I think about them at their actual age of activity.

"Due to the strategy and behavior of the women, our working hours are unscrupulous. Even though she was born much earlier than Vatruka, her physical age varies because of her short physical activity time. That bitch's gonna get all shimmy one day."

Jemyaka confronted Aerial with words that could not be taken as either foolishness or determination of Jemyaka. I can imagine what it is when I look at the way spirits make noise around it, even without going through it in advance with regard to aerial.

But not because the spirits are blocked by magic, but because the look on Aerial's face today is too flattering, Gemyaka wanted to make fun of Aerial.

"Hi, sister with the nasty face there?

"... what can I do for you"

What can I do for you? You're not gonna kill each other now, are you?

"What are you talking about? This is just a competition, killing each other, etc."

Aerial was blowing back when Aerial was about to say so much. Gemyaka kicked him out of nowhere with a forward kick. Though it was meant to be well guarded by an unintentional blow, the spear I used for my defense broke completely and still the impact penetrated my back. Blown up near the edge of the arena, Aerial didn't stand up right away, taking damage that wasn't light.

Gemyaka spoke while trying to make sure of Aerial's expression.

"Hey, are you awake?

"... oh, it was just a little irritating, though"

"It's not funny to mess with someone you've lost. Have a good fight, Faranx's daughter, right?

The referee, Mason, stares at Gemyaka as he performs aerial restorative magic.

"Did you do it on purpose?

"Uh, was that a penalty? Yes, two balloons."

Gemyaka didn't get any worse, smashing the most scored heart and back balloon. Seeing the act, Mason stares at Gemyaka even more.

"The next time you do it, you lose the rule. And take off those shoes. Certify as sufficient murder weapon"

"Was it broken? Damn."

Jemyaka threw a thick pair of shoes on the bottom. Mason, who received it, received them both with a slight expression on his face.

I saw Mason unloading it under the arena as if nothing had happened, and I saw Jemyaka curiously wandering Mason.

"Heh, I can't believe you're getting both of those shoes, old man. Wouldn't this kill you to get caught up in a little rampage?

"... hey, do it aerial. Careful?

"Those shoes, on one side, weighed about an adult. I can move around in that one. Leg strength, that wouldn't be normal. Don't miss your chance to abstain, okay?

"I know. I told you, I woke up. I fully understand that this battle, if I make one mistake, has no life."

The light was completely back in Aerial's eyes. And just behind Gemyaka, who waits with his neck bent and shoulder habits, Vatruka stood under the playing field at some point. The look on his face was quite harsh.

"Gemyaka, you're not really going to do this, are you?

"Oh, don't look scared, Vatruka. I didn't just come a little agitated. I just took my shackles off, and I don't mean it."

"What do you think? It's easy for you to stroke and die. Don't just use 'dance' though."

"You don't have to tell me."

It was a jemyaka laughing naggingly, but I can't tell how serious I am. Vatruca went back to the holding room, ready to make a few sacrifices and divulge information.

Continued