Alan Berners
Column Bordeaux
Yes, the attention of the venue was drawn to the two recruits standing in the center, who were popularly called.
With so many recruits battling each other, the final battle for victory is still between the same generation, both of whom have very little recruiting experience. Kalam, who is said to be the elite from among the recruits, and Alan, who just joined last year.
It was natural for the Knights as well as the Recruits to pay attention.
The most well-equipped indoor matchmaking area among the many practice areas, with a number of torches and lamps lit throughout the venue, was brightly lit like lunch at midnight.
Cheers are sent from all sides, and the referee explains the precautions and rules for the match before the last featured match. In the meantime, Alan and Column faced each other at a certain distance. Their expressions were serious, and their faces were object-oriented.
During the rest period, the column spent an entire hour resting against Alan, who stretched his body without hesitation, moved and kept warm in the waiting room, but it was still like a hell of a time to fight severe pain.
Therefore, unlike Alan, who had room to wave around and cheer when the blood color also appeared well, the column could not be taken care of without wasting physical strength, and if the expression did not change, the face was close to white.
With the bandage rewinding and proper self-treatment, the pain was relieved an hour ago, but the customer was rested. I understood from now on that if I started the fight, I would definitely get sweat from the pain, and I would still hide it.
After explaining the rules, the special ability of [Mighty Power] can be added to both names and columns at the end. If you exhibit actions or events that are considered special abilities during battle, it will be a violation at that time. That's quite an advantage for Alan, who is not a Special Ability.
If you don't even care about your chivalry, just say "I just used my special abilities" during the match. Even if not, some Special Abilities can be used by accident regardless of their will.
I was given the signal of a stance and pulled out my sword on both of them.
The viewer who was cheering also took a breath and temporarily calmed down the venue. While the Knight Commander and Deputy Commander were also watching, the referee finally cut off the lid of the game and began to say goodbye.
Both of them did not move.
Not only did the column want a short-term showdown, but for a moment the audience was frustrated that Alan, who had always jumped into the battle with his legs in front of him, did not move.
It's not uncommon as a game. It was quite common for both of them to watch each other's movements even if they started. After a single beat of confusion, a cheer was unchanged.
Both were stuck, and it was the column, not the audience, that continued to feel the most confused.
I thanked Alan from the bottom of my heart for acting as if I had forgotten all my previous interactions.
If you can put extra care and words in front of the match, you may be caught by the judgment of the main knight and someone else. And if you can't really come, it's hard for you to do it yourself.
However, now that I was prepared to be targeted by the right leg of my weak spot, another fear passed.
The previous game was barely moving. I kept my movements to a minimum and waited for the opponent to come. But this time Alan didn't move. If you're simply hesitant to attack yourself, it would be troublesome, but the other possibility was even more troublesome for the current column.
If Alan doesn't move, he'll have to move.
You have to rush in with your right leg, which hurts when you take a step. Thinking of it as Alan's "serious" strategy, a cold sweat passed through his cheeks. It was the most correct and much more desperate strategy than being directly targeted in the right leg.
It's not just Alan who knows his injuries, but as a general knight, it's one way to wait for the opponent to come out. It's just the most unwanted tactic of war for the column.
Without being able to read his expression, Column accidentally gnashed his teeth at Alan, who kept asking where he was coming from while holding his sword.
No one questioned the column even though they remained stuck for a long time. Rather, it is much more likely that Alan will feel uncomfortable before he always jumps out.
However, it was the column that overwhelmingly disadvantaged the more time it took, the more it was brought into long-term battle.
You're really here to crush yourself. The column that made the decision decided earlier. If it moves to the end after it's been consumed like this, you'll have to try to settle it yourself.
She did not change her stance until the moment she jumped out, but gently grabbed her sword. The center of gravity gently increased to the left foot, which was not the dominant foot, and then jumped out.
Dan's first jump to Alan's pocket and his legs clenched dullly into the ground. Alan also moves there for the first time as he raises his voice around the jumping column. Just as Column assumed the worst, so did Alan.
I didn't even feel like holding back.
Rather than intercepting the column that jumps in to close the distance, he runs away.
If I jumped with my front leg, I was able to distance myself more than the column could fill in in an instant. Furthermore, the column ran to the left rear where the right leg had to be used when changing direction. I'm pretty sure that Alan's escape was faster than he was. It was just a chase, but now it was like killing each other, and it was a tremendous load on the legs of the column.
If you miss it, you run a fever into your head that will make you forget the pain for a moment. Predict Alan's escape route as he lightly walks. Considering the way I dared to escape in the direction of my weakness, I sharpened my eyes even more.
Without understanding the preview and guidance, Alan jumped in the expected direction for a moment while reversing Alan's reflex nerves and applying a feint. According to the plan, if I kicked the ground with my right leg, the distorted sound would echo deep into the ear and hit Alan at the same time.
Alan, who seemed to have moved the column in an instant, unexpectedly watched as he was induced to do so.
While the sword was completely pointed at the opponent's body, Column had already raised the sword. Moreover, it jumped and attacked at a point where it could not move in the air.
Even though the body was not free with the polished reflex nerves, if I stood to receive the column attack with only my arms and sword, the impact was transmitted through the sword more than I expected.
Before the heels landed on the ground, the column jumped in and the full weight pushed Alan. After the roar of the sword echoing throughout the venue, the sound of the two recruits falling continued.
Alan, who was on the verge of being passed over by his back, was restrained by the force of a broken sword and the column swung down the sword.
Raising his left leg, the right leg temporarily opposes the column that calculates the strength and total weight of his torso, and the fulcrum point to the full center of gravity in a strain-avoiding posture. Alan opposes with only the strength of his back and arms deposited on the ground.
When Alan releases his strength, his sword is crushed and dropped on his face, and when the column releases its strength, it jumps behind him, creating a deadly gap.
As they reacted to each other, their arms began to tremble in a column that was more advantageous in posture. It's not the vibration of simple force snoring, but the heavy use of the right leg. Neither the hand holding the sword nor the foot could withstand the tremor from the back of my body, even if I ate and tied my back teeth.
A waterfall-like sweat gushed out as his body raised the alarm. Large grains fall on the ground and below Alan. Of course, the complexion of the columns bowed down from body to body cannot be confirmed by the audience, not even the referee.
Alan looks at it in a supine position and thinks the game will be interrupted at the moment he's peeked into his face. His face was pale, sweaty like a rain, and he couldn't wake up to the focus of his eyes with a steep face.
The face of the column that carries the full weight is close, and a rough breath is directly applied. The column that ate and bound his teeth and still tried to crush himself with the sword was like a life exchange.
Alan, on the other hand, could not relax his arms for a moment, but he had plenty of room. In the end, the columns were in a frightening protracted war. Unless one of them plays the sword or loses power, they stayed stuck.
"...... hey, are you that knight?"
Nor shall a whisper like a sled and a murmur be heard in the judgment.
The column became a shadow and Alan's mouth was moving. It was the first toss in a situation that was difficult to understand around him.
The column also opened its eyes to the words from Alan, who had pretended not to know before. Alan's questioning was only an obstacle to thinking, as he was not satisfied with the focus and still couldn't rest his head in pain trying to think of the next move.
"I guess it's decided..."
The screams of intense pain echoed throughout the venue this time.
Your throat, which you've been suppressing until now from letting your pain go unnoticed, is stretched out in anger and emotion. Alan was slightly strengthened by the screams of spitting from the calm column. The column suddenly shouted from the surroundings.
And the column that had eaten and bound his teeth once more, this time he pushed his voice to death. "I want to be" overflows with a sweeping voice, and Alan, the only one who knows his injuries, distorts his face in pain without any reason to hide it.
That's why I worked so hard, that's why I responded to the challenge, that's why I endured it, that's why I want to be a knight, that's why I'm here.
You can throw away the house. But I can't defy home and family anymore.
You just have to give up saying that the knights weren't for you. But I can't abandon the dream I've longed for since I was a child.
For me, the last chance to fulfill my dream was definitely until today.
I am not dissatisfied with being a countess. Until I reached the age of fourteen, I was highly appreciated by teachers for being able to go out to the social world as a successor candidate or assistant to the Count family without any problems. But it was all about being a knight. I studied to be allowed to become a knight, and I maintained my excellence as an aristocrat to be educated as a knight before the entrance examination.
I found out that my parents wanted a second son to live as an aristocrat, but I left the house at the same time as joining the club.
I know that the way of life of the nobility has both significance and honor. A life longed for by many, and how important it is to protect the authority and territory of the Bordeaux family. Still, I am a good knight.
With this hand, I want to hear the voice of the people and directly reach out to them regardless of their identity, position or birth. I want to be such a knight that I can protect and save many people by myself, and face the threat for only one people with strength. I want to save my people from positions of powerlessness, and I want to help them.
I have longed for it, and I have tried to give up on my wounded depression if it doesn't come true in my dreams. But I can't throw it away.
"If you want to be a knight... I'll give you a bone or a ligament..."
I see.
Returning a monotonous voice, Alan felt nothing but the determination of a breathing column like Hoofoo and the beast.
I don't expect columns, sympathy, or empathy. The more I screamed, the more the pain became proportional to the volume of my voice, and it didn't stop until the middle. Only one last word was pushed to death with a conscious voice, and only one Alan was left alone.
Column pulls Alan's sword into his wrist in an attempt to change the angle of the sword. Without letting it piss you off, the force of the two sides gently pushed against the ground without loosening it, putting force on the left and right legs. It converts the crack-like pain that resonates to the brain into pressure on Alan as it is.
Even if he could put so much effort into it, Alan didn't change his complexion. "Goodbye," he mumbled with a short, spare sound. Orange eyes photograph the column like a mirror. The desperate push of an elite recruit is no match for Alan's pure strength.
If you're only prepared for that, don't complain, right?
Doku, doku.
Immediately after releasing a pale voice, the body of the column suddenly floated in the air.
Alan, who was in a supine position, kicked up the column with his forefoot and jumped. It was a complete blind spot to a column with a narrow line of sight.
Protected by armor, it wasn't powerful enough to breathe out, but it still stuffed my breath.
The sensation of floating in the air is reflected in the response to landing and pursuit. For just about two seconds, I twisted my body to soften the impact with a single spin, but I couldn't make it in time because of the severe pain in my right leg. With dazzling vision, his eyes glared at Alan, but fortunately he didn't have a chase, and he just stood up from his back and grabbed his sword again.
Column gives up the landing of both feet, and passively takes both shoulders and hips. My body rubbed against the ground with the momentum that made me jump, and I inevitably hit my right foot with gravity. Ahhh, I tried to kill my moans with my mouth tied up, but it was still overflowing. Holding on to your desire to hold your legs, you pushed your sword to the ground and stood up.
Surrender
... and burst into collapse.
At the end of staring at him with one knee, Alan raised one hand to the side of his face and turned toward the referee.
And the judgment was not forthwith spoken against the proclamation, which was not shouted, but was spoken with a clear voice. The head and deputy head of the Knights' Brigade, who was watching, were suspicious of their ears. The whole venue greeted with uneasiness, and Alan laughed again in an unchanging tone.
"I will abstain. I will stay here."
I said it again with the ease of cutting up my hand, and put my sword to my waist.
The referee swallowed and nodded in his mouth to Alan, who had become unwilling to fight. Apart from the victory or defeat of the match, there is nothing to be said by the referee other than that the athlete can only say or not say to surrender.
Alan Berners was defeated by an abstention. There is a match.
The winner is Column Bordeaux, and the winner.
The column that continued to receive the most applause remained blurred as the referee spoke in a resounding voice mingled with the applause.
Keeping her jaws peeled, she continued to gaze at the sight that spread into her sight with her holey eyes. The pain in my right leg did not reach my brain in too many situations. No matter what happens, time only flows unilaterally, with the head unable to handle it.
However, with only the left knee standing up, the right knee did not bite the ground, but remained on the ground now. Even though I don't know what happened, I feel weak and forced to understand that I don't need to use my right leg anymore.
Alan at the end of his line of sight doesn't care about Column. Without offering her hand or telling her anything, she waves her hands at the cheers and the audience that gave her support during the match. Sometimes he bowed his head in reverence, as if Alan were the winner.
And to the columns who are heedless, they are told to stand up from the judgment. Even the columns that have not yet been sorted out will stand up for me this time. I put my strength into my left leg and minimized the burden on my right leg. If you give thanks to your surroundings just like Alan, you will slowly realize that you are the winner of an ovation that clogs your ears.
Roderick, the Commander of the Knights, once the closing words were released, the whole thing quieted down there.
It was announced that the winner, Column Bordeaux, will be confirmed as the main knight and that the name of the recruits who will be selected as main knights this year will be pasted soon. The more time it takes to make the announcement, the more recruits will go to the main unit. Under the guidance of the Commander of the Knights, the number of recruits who have become worthy of the Knights has increased rapidly.
The winner, Column Bordeaux, and the selected recruits to the main unit will be briefed on the process to the main unit knights as soon as they have confirmed their presence.
All other Recruits and Knights will then clear and clean the entire venue. As soon as they heard the words, the recruits rushed to the intended location.
The more likely you are, the more relaxed you are compared to those who are unlikely to lose the first battle. The main knight, who cared about the newcomer this year, was headed back to the spot.
Especially this time, everyone was concerned about the results of the semi-winners who took unexpected actions in the final.
After the departure of the knight commander and deputy commander, Alan, who was standing in the middle of the matchmaking area, kicked the ground "Yoshishi" while everyone was behind the venue exposing his excitement and excitement to follow him. Now that the victory has not been won, I have no choice but to hang myself there.
It was only natural that the column raised its voice.
The referee's main knight was also concerned about the obviously steep column, but quietly pulled away from the scene and distanced himself.
I think I will see if it will be a brawl, but I also know that I want to mention the game to Alan and complain about it.
Alan turned back lightly on his shoulder as he ran to the exit.
With round eyes, I understand what Column is trying to say.