The Branded Female Fencer

"Suddenly the sword is heavy?

Indeed, Louis' spare wooden sword is bigger than usual, and it is a wide-ranging sword called 'Tanbira'. Excellent in strength, but Venn thought he could overwhelm at speed.

But before Louis pressures, Venn's attackers dull. I know it would be effective if I stepped in, but that slight bit never filled.

"This is-"

"There's a battle."

Roch and Rhine saw that trend. There was no gap, and another bottle of Venn's sword finally broke into the attack that was lightly punched in. Venn managed to deviate from the last Louis offense, but Venn showed a will to surrender before Louis waved his next offense.

Though the wooden sword, if Louis' attack now hits, it will surely crush the bones, and if he does poorly, he will die. We have to escort Ekla. Venn must not have any rest due to injury, nor could he have wished for any kind of defense.

If there was ecla cheer, as in the fight against Aristotle, or if there were a few more reasons to fight Venn himself, it could have been another different result. But the battle was decided.

"Winner, Swordsman Louis!

With the proclamation of victory of the referee, the cheer rises. Rare for Louis, he was well admired by the audience and blurred the taste of victory.

In contrast, when he saw Venn leaving the venue quietly, but not unfortunately, Roch accidentally leaked his heart.

"I thought he was the dominant man. It even seemed like a deliberate loss. I feel stronger too, misunderstanding?

"It's not even a mistake, and it's not on purpose. For better or worse, I can't help it. You're a man. Besides, I've lived in an aristocratic society, so I'm pretty sure I know the honor of this tournament.

But there were rare reasons to fight Venn himself. I don't care if they're miscellaneous, but they're not miscellaneous. And you felt a strong will on your opponent to just push Venn over. If it's just sword moves, it's a battle that Venn wins 8 times if he does it 10 times. But the willingness to win must have turned out to be the difference. "

"The one called obsession? I thought it was an unbridled word for you, but how could you possibly have made it?

"Right. Truth be told, the next battle will be for you."

Rhine was gradually starting a prep movement as he watched the game. I can see a lot of tension from that look as well. Of course Roch knows why.

"Does the winning candidate, Ravenstein, get nervous with his opponent?"

"Or so. I've looked into it, but at the Unified Martial Arts Congress, he's an undefeated man in circumstances other than leaving by mission or coming with injuries. In front of the head of the venue, I observed the game, and I received thoughts and advice on the ease of use of the venue, but I have no physical or mental defense. Knight.

That's how you fight me. Now it's weirder not to be nervous. "

"I see. So you have the soul guts to at least surpass your willingness. That's a special victory."

Roch nodded on his own, but apparently the line doesn't feel like putting up so much.

"Ha, he's Roch's husband. Do I look like such a winning balls to you?

"... and did that set some sort of palliative trap?

"My goodness! I just wanted to say, how ruined by our captain. I feel like I'm crying and running away."

The line had used the position of the Venue Manager to put a little hand on the venue itself. Brittle, protrude, tilt some. It's a fine enough difference to step on and begin to understand, but the more perfect the opponent is, the less of that difference is broken.

The line was going to attack Ravenstein with it at its foot, but I didn't know Alphilis would build such a trick with piercing, damaging the arena itself, and Diore would fix it. The prediction to that point was not even on the line on the boulder.

Rhine was holding his head as he watched Diore repair the arena by magic, but he decided to change his mood firmly.

"Oh, I've finished my prayers. At best, they'll come with no red shame."

"Not at all. Don't just imitate me so I can turn my ass on and run away, okay?

"That's good. If you give me one of your butts, will you stay alert?

"If you can die as a person, I'll do it. In that case, I'll never hear from you again."

"Eh, isn't it like you're telling me to come die after all?"

Rhine went to the holding room unfaithfully, but when he saw the look on his face, Roch shrugged. Regardless of his mouth, Rhine looked in the middle of the battle, as in his head he had already begun a meeting with Ravenstein.

"Is that the look of a loser? Sounds like you still have an idea, huh?

Roch saw the full look of the line and decided to look forward to what would happen in the game.

Continued