The Branded Female Fencer

"Yes... you'll stay lost and be strong."

Wintier was watching this fight. I was here to see what kind of fights a warrior might choose.

Aerial is still obviously lost. But it's that lost attitude that keeps the target from being targeted. While the aim is scattered and irregular, it is not precise enough to allow each and every one to be ignored, but rather fatal.

This seemingly contradictory way of fighting was hunting down Lunatica, a precision machine.

"I don't... I don't know!

"Haa!"

Seeing Renatica become a party to the war, the attack of Aerial all at once increased its harshness. It was thought that the trend of the battle would be settled once and for all, but ironically it would also inspire Renatica to regain her calm.

Aerial chooses the blow to come to a decision and reverses it with a dozen interceptions. It was Lunatica's aggressive decision, but it seemed the only way. Renatica's concentration was sharpened to the maximum, and a long-awaited blow came.

Not deliberately, the aerial thrust rolls out toward the hearts that have sparked while bouncing Renatica's defenses. Aerial didn't quit discussing it, and he kicked it with momentum that just broke Aerial's neck.

"Shh!"

But Lunatica's kick cut the sky. Aerial suddenly stopped the attack, which he thought was probably faster than Eighty-Nine Aerial. Lunatica's kick, which was meant to intercept, cut the sky, and paid for Lunatica's axial foot, which became more defenseless, Aerial dropped Lunatica off-site.

It was a complete victory for Aerial that Renatica, who had been dropped off the scene, could not stand up for too long.

Aerial glanced at Lunatica, still lying on her back on the ground.

"Why...?

"What?"

"Why did you stop poking over there? It was a special blow, and it was me who was one or eight."

"Why should I strike a special blow at my people? I'm not too emotional, but I'm not gonna be too flirtatious? If you hit the heart, even a wooden weapon can die. Wouldn't you?

Again a decent lunatica against Aerial, who spoke in a heartfelt wonder. And laughing small, he jumped and slapped Aerial on his shoulder and turned back to the holding room.

"Complete defeat. But you can't lose next time"

"Unfortunately, I'm sorry to hear that. If we fight again, we'll lose first."

"Win and run, sloppy"

"Say you must win the first battle."

With such a repetitive conversation, the two finished the fight. But in this battle, it was almost relieving for Alphilis to see both smiles.

"I don't think you have any customers."

Tochi Heritage was crushing with dissatisfaction. That would also be true, the time is already close to midnight and it is too late for the last battle to take place, when the last frame of the Tensei match is set.

Apparently, the combination of the Tensei matches has already been announced, but the two of us climbing this venue have no way of knowing. Many of the audience are intrigued there, as it is, at a time when wagers and rumors are raging about expectations for tomorrow and beyond in the stalls outside. It is the beginning and the end of even the Tochi Heritage Guests are convinced why people should gather for plain matches like their own.

Tochi Heritage is also a middle-class mercenary. On the eastern continent it came from a well-known martial family, but I disliked the war of attrition with the ghosts. I smuggled it to this continent. In the eastern continent he spared them even though he was in a position to hold many territories and servants, because of the fact that the sexuality of the Heritage Himself seemed to require rope and because he came to a situation in which trooping to the ghost tribe was inevitable.

It was also quite responsible if in a position of transmission, but without hesitation the transmission limited them. It was out of interest, such as fighting ghost tribes in no return, rather because I thought my nature was closer to ghosts than to humans.

"No, no, this continent is fun"

Unlike the eastern continent, which is poorly tied to family names and identities, the western continent, where most desires are fulfilled as long as there is gold and arm. Heritage has been met with difficult requests in the name of crusades and conquests, and with every object to be protected as the fault of the crusader.

It was only natural for Zems to have eyes on him, and the Heritage itself used Zems as a cover.

Such a legacy, but also a rare and very honorable lust for their people while keeping Zems in hiding. Half of the Tensei matches themselves volunteered to participate. And how much stronger is there besides my people? I was also interested in trying my arms.

"Well, aside from being able to win, I'd like to stay in the semifinals or so"

The Heritage is almost unusable for any kind of sorcery, but even though it had enough fighting power to hunt true ghosts. I want to know how many warriors have the strength to cross with me in this congress against sorcery.

From what I've seen, the face-to-face strengths left in the Tensei match are adequate. You'll enjoy fighting anyone. I felt I couldn't stop being excited before the battle from tomorrow.

"(- and he is the youth in front of him)"

There is no alarm in the heritage. He had also confirmed the game of a young man wrapped around his opponent's black clothes just in case, but wondered how he had won so far. The way to fight is scrupulous, the sword moves chigu. After the muddling, I just think I've been so lucky to win the battle. Many of the warriors who had defeated so far were better.

The forefinger of the heritage did not move at all. Confronting each other like this now will not cause any excitement. The excitement of fighting the strong does not gush at all.

"(Shall I finish it immediately?)"

I exhaled one thing and turned my back and took a distance. From behind it, a young man in black called out.

"There seems to be a lot of moves..."

"No?"

"The mind lacks equilibrium, and the body is even unhealthy. (SHOUTING) You smell like shit, vegan wanderer. You want me to guess what I did last night?

"What's so busy?"

That's how I looked back. The legend doubted my eyes.

Continued