The Branded Female Fencer

At the end of the day time, the exuberance of the tournament quieted once. Everyone knew that they had held matches that would be exciting in line with the time off of the conference, so many thought the rest of the matches were not so dizzying. Between them were matches for the women's division and various other division-specific competitions, with spectators to some extent dispersed.

There was something to relieve me of, or someone to irritate me with.

Vatruka next.

"Yeah, it just feels like the audience could peel it off. Because I don't like to stand out very prominently."

Prepare as Vatruca pays the pride on her clothes. Not even a tense game for her when it comes to preparation. I wasn't even exercising prep because I consider it a degree of play that doesn't even need to come in the mood. I just wake up in the morning and wash my face, but I just want it in nature. Even victory and defeat are second to none, and there is no harm in not being interested.

The Vatruca glanced at the competitor on the other side of the room. Sure, he's supposed to be a seed player, but he's the guy who was removed from the day game. At their convenience, it seemed that, but what circumstances preceded the convenience over the seed player? But the result was that the man would tighten the neck of the person concerned who had come to tell him it, and he was hastily embarrassed around him, but several were injured at that time.

A man who raises his hand to everyone like a rabid dog and waves violence. I knew that the ethics of the world of men did not apply to Vatruca, but they did not set an example unlike other seed players, as much as they entailed a dangerous atmosphere. The next opponent will definitely only get the hang of it.

"I know you'll be fairly skilled, and as a turn you'll excel..."

"What?

"No, I realized I had a taste for people too"

Vatorka noticed her unexpected will and emotions, but she was staying in the depths of her mind because it didn't matter.

With the wooden sword that Vatruca deformed into a gizzard like a thunderbolt in his hands, he headed to the arena. Although it is a sword used for sacrifice, it is also suitable for wounding the target from its shape or destroying the target's weapon, so it is used as is. Of course, the effect of the wooden sword is to fade, but I liked the shape, so I had it moulded as is, and I used it this time.

In fact, it attracts the attention of the audience quite a bit because of its rare weapons, but it was a careless vatorca there.

Out in the arena, Vatruka stares at his opponent's expression. There, as expected, was a nervous look Lunatica. You would be right to say that we are more confused by our signs and appearance than by our fear of Vatruka. I've seen this look many times before, so Vatruka, who can see its mood, laughed ridiculously.

"Are you nervous, Lunatica?

"... I'm being honest. No, I'm confused. I don't know what you've been up to."

"You're being honest, you're passing. Because warriors who can't be honest are weak."

"So you're weak?

To Lunatica's unexpected cut back, Vatruca was decent.

"Am I weak? I mean, you don't think it's honest?

"I think so. You're not supposed to be good at this. I don't know if I can or won't use my powers, but I'm sure you don't think this situation is very good"

"What makes you think that?

"Maybe because we're like each other. You guys seem stronger than anyone else here. But I can't do everything I can. I feel that confusion."

Vatorka was inspired by emotions she didn't even think about, and she felt uncomfortable like she had eaten preemptive strikes. I hate being in the lead in battle. Therefore, I was in the mood for a slight change of taste.

"I'm strong, but I haven't thought about it enough to think I'm stronger than anyone else here - but I've been wanting to abuse you a little bit. Please don't break it, as I'll just be a little worried, okay?

"I am not going to be broken. If I say it already, I'm not going to lose."

Vatruca noticed that Lunatica's coat fluttered away with that said, causing more wounds under her body and even bandages. I was in a hurry with yesterday's encounter, did I even do special training? Vatruka's whimpering thoughts boiled down, wondering if it would be so nasty to even smell the ointment. Even though I said it was useless for my opponent, such as a special training on burning blades.

Gemyaka was sighing with her jaw in her hand as she looked away at Vatruka smiling with such an idea.

"Oh, did the Vatruca switch on? That kid, he says this to me and he's a sober warrior, but he's more sadistic than I am. It's good to try Lunatica, but I don't know if I'll break it."

The match between Vatruca and Lunatica began at the same time as Gemyaka's crush.

Continued