The Branded Female Fencer

- Let's get back to the fifth round of the Unified Martial Arts Games.

There are many games that are organized at noon that are highly visible, or that are popular, or that are organized in view of the progress of the meeting. This time I was thinking about a lunch break and the matches between Ravenstein and Diore were organized.

The opponents had only won so far and were hands-on, but they still couldn't reach their strength. Ravenstein wins the table stone. Diore has a solid win. And Roch was flirting at speed and showing an overwhelming win. This neighborhood could be described as a very reasonable victory.

Eight people have entered the Tensei match so far. It is Alphilis, Frau, Banessa, Dorothy, Seite, Ravenstein, Diore and Roch. The remaining eight will decide from now on.

And this next match was, in a way, the most noteworthy.

- Sword Emperor Titania vs Fighter Vasquez -

Those who know what happened in the Arnelian siege net last night, those who know who Titania is, and even those who bitterly think of Vasquez's atrocities were gathered together.

"Which one do you think will win?

"That would be Vasquez. He's one of the brave Zems."

"I'm definitely Titania. That beauty, that strength. I'm winning without picking a score so far. It's real."

"Fool, I don't think it's real. Think of it as a legend from when?

"It means strength is real!

The audience builds up their imagination mouth-to-mouth, but the truth is Vasquez was in favor of the bet rate. Of course those who know the truth do not doubt Titania's victory.

But how was reality?

"(That's the worst)"

Titania sat quietly in the holding room, meditating as she stood the great sword of the tree between her legs. At first glance, it appears that we stand confident and spared for the battle, but its inner heart is the opposite.

The wounds didn't heal last night, and the blood was still twitching. As much as I rewrapped the bandage with a shovel earlier. If I didn't change the bandage every half hour, my blood would start to bleed on my clothes.

"(You don't have enough blood overwhelmingly. I made most of the refills, but I still know. It's like puddling water in a barrel out there.

Normally, you won't lose, but you can't have a long fight. As long as breathing stays normal, for 300 counts - no, should I have 180?

Short-term showdown today only) "

Titania exhaled long and long, depositing her weight in the sword according to what was called her name, and slowly rose up. That was not because I could never afford it, it was a manifestation of my desire to keep my strength warm at all.

Vasquez, on the other hand, was silenced as the battle approached in the holding room and vice versa. The contestants in the same holding room were creepy about the condition, but this one stood up distorted at the edge of his mouth when called in the game.

"K, kaka... kukaka"

Those who heard that distorted laugh took an unexpected step back, but they didn't even know what Vasquez was thinking, and they didn't want to know.

And Vasquez was slowly on his way to the venue. Titania was already standing there, but walking slowly to see how it was going. Vasquez saw Titania's willingness to emit and roughly guessed what the state was.

"(I should have been completely concerned from time to time, but it shakes slightly. Sure looks ill, but now)"

When Vasquez climbs up the steps, he is checked for referee, as usual. This referee is Brandio. Vasquez doesn't know that this referee is a pilgrimage, but he knows that he has the strength just to deceive.

In the meantime, Vasquez was deliberately beaten by Titania in the midst of receiving various cautions. A quick blow with no spare motion while doing an approximation. But Titania takes the fist. The look is slightly cloudy.

"That's a stale blow."

"You will. But you know what? Left side, huh?

"Will you both stay away a little longer? Vasquez, minus two."

The venue boils down to Vasquez's unintentional blow, but Titania calmly dealt with it, and Vasquez broke two balloons with a subtraction. But Vasquez had more to gain than a cracked balloon.

And tell Brandio off.

"You guys don't have to do that either. Is doctrine charity? I don't know what kind of love you have left behind in the dark."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. If you screw up any more extra words, don't disqualify me?

"Aye. Totally, totally tyrannical association. You think so too, don't you, Titania?

"You wouldn't just want me to tell you that tyranny is like walking in clothes"

Vasquez saw that Titania responded, but that anger was swirling in his eyes. And when it was convenient, I laughed.

"(Because there's nothing easier to understand than an angry opponent. This makes the attack easier to read)"

Vasquez is already in a state where runoff enhancement (overboost) magic has been used. I mean, it's been in this state since last night. Even if I don't sleep, I'm in excellent condition, and I feel tireless and, on the contrary, increasingly sharpened. Miranda, you're right about being snagged at by your opponent, but he was rethinking that this force could ravage him as much as he wanted. Now I feel confident walking through the rain of arrows.

No matter how awesome the sword emperor's attack is, I'll knock it all off and make you scream. The moment Vasquez gained that certainty, the announcement of the start of the match was made.

Continued