The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

"Yes! Culture... Speaking of Culture... 'Painting Showdown'. Ahhh!

"Hey, what are you talking about!?

Faria on the ring screamed.

That would be the case, too.

If you try Faria, who has fought many battles so far as a female warrior, you can't possibly agree to settle for something other than battle, such as stopping thousands of laughs and boiling tea with a heso.

But...

"Chichichichi! Take that battle and stand! This... Marino Serese Correctional Corps, Admiral! Art Teacher (...), Tri Agur is there Chi!

Zubaaaaaaan! and stomped the ring vigorously with his legs, a full applause boiled from the audience.

"Is he an art teacher?!?

My glasses got unexpectedly uneven and I hurried to fix them with my fingertips. Does it make any sense to the muscles... and I can scratch inside out.

"Art. and that body, no way......!

A detailed manuferno shined round glasses when it came to art and painting.

"And you know what, Manuferno?!

"Yes, I've heard that before. Traditional Painter Body Art (Art Arts) handed down to Marino Serese in the South! It's a terrible technique to paint with the brush force of increasing your flesh to the extreme."

"Is that true!?

"It's sage Grecas, search, search magic (GOAL)!

Even Methius is a no-brainer.

It also makes me feel like looking into how much of an asshole I am, but would Faria ride the provocation?

"Disadvantaged. Mr. Faria is overwhelmingly disadvantaged...!

"Hmm. I don't think Faria has a painting in her."

I don't know if you're going to lose a painting battle with the black bloodshed of a splashing demon, but no matter what you think in an art battle, the wins will be thin.

"Chip! If you're going to abstain, chip now! Most of all... The Metanostadt Church will be judged to be 'utterly annihilated'... CHICK!

Tri Agur turned his provocative gaze on Faria, the Admiral, with his reptile red tongue tying out.

Sausage, fast food, smelly socks. Patience, early armor change. Metanostadt's side has already lost four. If so, the victory or loss has already been decided in the victory of the Marinocerese side as a 5-on-5 battle.

However, even though a friendly match (Exhibition Match) aimed primarily at cultural exchanges, it will not end without a single victory, even as Faria.

"All of you! You can paint with me... about!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take the female warrior and stand up. Ooh!? For...... General of the Marino Serese Orthodox Regiment to the effect of literary martial arts (...)! Dancing muscular art teacher! A man with a de-enjalous side of turning his own flesh into a dessant apparatus! Tri aguruuu! '

"Yikes! Knock it down! Dickamaran's strongest female warrior with this hand!

"Ahhh, did you go to Faria's fight?"

"Sister Faria, I compete in painting -?

"To the wise, is there a winning or losing picture?

"Hmmm. Probably...... it's better to please the audience, win, not what?

"Really?"

"To?

Plum and Hemperoza sit on both sides of me, puking up the sweets Manuferno bought me. It is a fuzzy baked treat made under pressure with corn called moroccan.

Next door, Iola and Riola line up to lower their hips.

Further next to Hemperoza sitting on the left side, Manuferno sat down.

As a portrait of the painting, the whereabouts of the battle seem to be of great concern, watching them become unsettled with silver country tied hair.

Lu and Spiano are sitting in a friendly line in the seat behind us, chatting about something. Speaking of which, is Lentomia...?

"Yay, you're not free!

And I sat down on my lap a little bit in a natural way, worried about the moroccan baked sweets in my hand.

"Whoa!?

"Lentomia, you had that hand."

Metius is pounding! And I banged my hand and laughed in my ear.

"My thighs aren't chairs, they're heavy!

"What, am I heavy?

Half an elf that swells cheeks, but a small amount of weight for a human being is something that weighs a lot. Besides, my head is in the way and I can't see the front, and my nose tips are itchy with more hair that smells good.

"Heavy! What if it sees you?"

Though the magic of perceived agitation is unfolding, it is an implicit rule not to engage in acts of friendship confirmation that create misunderstandings (...) in front of the masses.

"Huh. Oh, Greg, I'll give you this!

and Lentomia stood up and stuck a moroccan roast in my mouth. Mogamoga! The applause and cheer boiled down where I screamed. Apparently, the game is about to start.

"Brother Ren, no, that's where Plum put up."

"Huh! Brother Ren, no!

The plum wraps its fingers around and the hempelosa snags its teeth.

"Yeah, let's take turns! Yes."

"I did it -!

"Next time, go to the eagle!

"Huh! Don't use it around on your own!

Lentomia shows off her brotherhood and gives way to the descent plum. Shiu-dong! and the size plum that fits neatly in my body smells like sweet confectionery and I feel comfortable holding it...

When I looked around the guest seat, I noticed a fine young man with a tough figure. Apparently the students gathered to see the teachers brave at first sight.

Students of the Metanostadt teaching team have many muscular men with short hair and a strengthened whole body. Gotsui shoes in camouflage trousers and a single green tank top in the upper body when it comes to autumn, so I can tell right away. Apparently those are Faria's students.

A short distance away, Marino Serese students in red school building uniforms are also cheering.

'Come on! The battle is easy! You will both draw a picture of the title (...) I will give you at the same time! Painting takes only three minutes! In the meantime, we will paint a wonderful picture, and we will show it to the audience'

Explain the battle so that the audience can hear it, dancing in the ring as the dove twirls. I see, that's funny.

"Chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit! That's why!

"Interesting. Hmm...... it's the heart that counts the battle and the painting! Didn't I?"

"Woman Warrior, suddenly it's hard to chip at the core!

"I'm not a warrior to Dada!

Faria arms up and says off, but it's a delicate place for the two conversations to mesh.

Even while I was doing this, my young daughters, dressed as Mr. Bunny, an assistant to the Dodo, handed them a thick colored paperboard and a thick ink pen.

And it seems that one of Bunny's held it in his hand and brought it to him as the "title".

"Mmmm!?

"Ko...... this!

Faria and Tri Agur round their eyes.

'Yes! The title is... you adorable puppy. Oh! Come on! The time limit is three minutes! Competition is a better win to get more audience applause! Come on...... here we go. Yep!

Khan and gong were struck. The bursting cheer boiled down, but it quickly quieted down as they both began to paint seriously at the same time.

"... to some kind of plain battle."

Hemperoza is right after all, but the battle between those who carried each country is hot and serious in itself.

Tri Agur moves muscles all over his body to run the pen magnificently. Again, Manuferno is right, that pen judgment is not the only one.

In contrast, Faria wrinkles between her eyebrows and moves her pen rather than looking at the puppy Mr. Bunny is holding.

I don't care, but my knees are heavy. Now it seems it's Hemperoza's turn, the princess takes turns with Plum and changes her posture.

Three minutes passed quickly and the two paintings were raised. The panels are held in each chest and hidden.

'Come on...... we both drew it up! So... Marino Serese Correctional Corps, Deputy General! Mr. Tri Agur, go ahead!

"Look, good lady warrior Faryaaaach!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Oops! This is fantastic! It's the perfect desan. Oh!? The look on your puppy's face is going to work now! Take this in three minutes!? Really amazing! '

and the passenger seats turned. That should be it, too. It was depicted there because it was a stunning dessant painting. Everyone roared at the quality that they never thought they would draw up to this point in this short time, and the twirling of emotion is swirling.

"Chitty! What do you say, it's overwhelming? Come on, let me see your painting too! Dickamaran's Six Heroes!

Tori Agur on his face, completely convinced of the victory, points to Faria. But Faria doesn't change one complexion either.

"Hmm... with me, it's self-confidence!

"Come on! I had an unexpected breath, too, but next up is Mr. Faria's panel...... OPEN!

Buh! And as soon as I showed the painting to the audience...

Oh......!? Huh!? ha!? Oh, oh, oh?

"Cute!

"Yikes!"

and the woman in the audience raised her voice. Then it propagated all at once, and a twist boiled that was neither stunning nor confusing. It gradually turns into a smile and cheer.

Either it received overwhelming "support," which was obvious.

"Kiki... you! Oh, is that...!?

"It's a dog!

Faria says it all she can.

"I bet you have four dog legs. Ahhh!?

On the panel held by Faria are round lines, circled (crushed) eyes, and a strange tail in position. How could that happen? There were five or six leg-like lines stretched out of the torso that I wanted to call it.

As soon as the great cheer and applause boiled, Marino Serese art teacher Tri Agur collapsed on both knees with Zushar.

"I... missed it, you say? I didn't know I'd get the audience's heart so far...... chip"

"Tri Agur! That was a good battle!

"Chi...... Yikes! Ah! Welcome!

You two are gah! and a hard handshake. The battle was apparently Faria's win.

"Sure you can't win. The birth of Uncle Faria."

"Jealousy. Seems jealous of Faria's talent!?

Even Manuferno has declared defeat for some reason, but I laughed bitterly and continued to applaud heavily.

Continued