The Branded Female Fencer

Renatica is, as usual, Master Machett's two swords. Vatruka is an unusual two sword in the shape of his own lightning bolt. The venues were beginning to feel the air that caused them to look very similar to each other, the atmosphere, the way they built and fought.

It's not hot air between them, because there's been a cold killing air as if the air were getting cold watching.

"This... this is a competition, right?

"Oh. I bet you do."

"It's like a duel, no, it's like watching each other kill."

The audience, other competitors feel the modulation of the air. The audience's cheer slowly subsided and finally shimmered. In the unusual air, Vatruca walked around Lunatica in nature while turning his gains hiccupulously, and Lunatica always stood unafraid while facing Vatruca.

And the moment Vatruka laughed all the time, that figure was completely gone.

"Gone!?

"No, up there!

Those with good eyes among the fighters followed the figure. But I wondered if Vatruka's appearance, which strikes from above, had disappeared, and Lunatica's appearance had also flashed, and in the meantime the sound of seven degrees of confusion. When Vatruca was seen again, bleeding had been seen from all over Renatica's body.

I glanced with my finger to make sure Vatruka had the blood on the wooden sword.

"Hmm, the reaction speed is medium. Determine it to be good for growing up outside. How blessed you are to have a good fight."

"... balloons. Why don't you aim?

"? Because it wouldn't be funny, would it? Don't settle in such a way that others have decided. I do it my way, and we have our way."

And Vatorka licks the blood she ripped off with her fingers. I saw Vatruca smiling glossy with the act and understood many competitors and referees alike. This woman is extremely dangerous.

Gemyaka, who already understood the danger, clasped his hands together. And the moment the referee tried to say something, now it was moving from Renatica's side. The difference in strength is obvious. However, Vatorka remembered the pleasure and disappointment of Lunatica at the same time, in contrast to what she had set up from him.

"(I should have figured out the difference in strength on the earlier offense. Still it is a foolishness to move and abstention is correct. but. This development is where I would most like it to be)"

Vatruka has no intention of finishing the game. I won't allow it off-site, and I won't break the balloon. Full of time, I was going to keep adding a dying degree of attack. The mission remains on Vatruka's head. It's about identifying Renatica's qualities. But they haven't told me I shouldn't have fun, and it's often the first time I've tried to push something called qualities to figure it out.

With that as an excuse, Vatruca has broken many materials. Of course, there are many who have made use of it safely, but as an experience of those who have worked outside the interior, external materials have rarely become useful. It is a secret Vatruka dissatisfaction as to why it is driven out into such futility.

Then it would be more meaningful to dawn into training with fellow soldiers in the inside, and it would be more meaningful as a warrior to challenge a warrior chief once a year with a full attitude. As long as it's not as edifying as Gemyaka, I'm not supposed to be interested in the outside world or anything, but Vatruka thinks the color of the blood that others shed isn't bad.

Vatorka always thought that the light of her opponent's eyes begging for regret and forgiveness, which she defeated, was indescribably pleasant. Even though this time the other person is likely to be special, they were not nevertheless restricted. Vatruka was delighted to carry out this mission.

"Come on, ring with a good voice"

"... you, disqualified as a warrior"

Lunatica's objection was vatorca, which only felt to the extent of the loser's (not even) riddle, but it was shortly thereafter that he felt strange.

Continued