The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Then a short while later, the semi-finals began.

"Taruku! Taruku!" TARUKU! "

René was backed by Talk.

"Aniki! Good luck!" Go to the finals! I don't want to be able to beat Laocles! "

"Thank you for your support, brother!" At the same time, I feel like I'm being bewitched! "

And it was Faye who was supporting Mr. Roses.... you're cheering me up, aren't you? This.

... so Tark and Rosés are in the first semi-final match.

"I see. I'm not very good at fighting swordsmen of the same nature as myself..."

While saying that, Mr. Roses made him grab his sword.

Looks like Mr. Roses doesn't go very well with the same craftsmanship. Well, I guess so. If you use softness to dominate rigidity, it means that if you don't fight with rigidity, you won't be strong. I wonder what would happen if we fought each other.

Well, Lord Tulku, let's play the match with each other as best we can.

... but it's definitely going to be a worthwhile match.

At the same time as the signal of the stance, the two of them stood their swords.

... both of them had a slightly different sword stance.

Mr. Roses was stopping tightly with the edge facing down, and Mr. Talc was stopping tightly with one sword in front of his chest and the other turning to his back.

While the audience seats were screaming at a stance they had never seen before... the two of them moved at the same time as the first signal.

... it was more like a dance than a fight.

There was a lot of rotation in Tark's movements. When I thought it swayed from side to side, it spun around. The left and right swords were swung out in line with the rotation, and the swords of Mr. Rosés, who was trying to pierce the gap, were slashed further.

Mr. Talk is fluffy, so he can see the movement slowly. But that's what it looks like, and if you just pay attention to the sword, you'll see that it's rolling out at a tremendous speed.

Mr. Talk doesn't know where his body is. The main body may be a cloth, and even if I have gloves and a sword in my hand, I don't know the position of my arm. There is a mask on my face, but I don't know if it really touches my face.

Since you're such a talc, I don't know where to aim if you rotate around vertically and horizontally. Mr. Roses seemed to be in a bit of trouble too.

When the sword swung out quickly, the cloth spread out and fluttered. Roses-san's sword was twitching again.... it looks more like you're dancing than fighting.

Meanwhile, Mr. Rose seemed to be dancing again.

Roses, with his limbs and hands properly, stepped like a dancer and walked up and down the stage in accordance with Talc's movements. Dodging Mr. Talk's sword and swinging his sword to attack, it looked like the two of them were dancing.

It's like Rosés dodged a sharp blow back as Talc attacked and attacked while moving around paying attention to each other outside the field.

"It's beautiful..."

Tark folded his hem and swung out his sword. Mr. Roses turned his upper body to avoid the sword. Mr. Roses poked sharply. Mr. Tulku spun around and ran away. Those two dancers don't give the audience time to cheer.

... it's like the flowers are opening. When it opens, it withers and the next flower blooms immediately. Glamorous, elegant and a bit instantaneous.

It wasn't a cheering game. It was a game that I could watch in silence, breathing out my breath, and even blinking thought to be a pity.

... and the dance between the two ends abruptly.

When Roses-san shrugged with his sword and Talc-san fainted...... Roses swung out his long, supple legs while holding out his sword and spinning and kicking.

When I thought it sounded so dry, Tark-san's mask was kicked.

Oh, and as the venue fluttered, Tulku swayed a little, fluffy... and looked at me. Uh, I mean, Rene.

"Turuku, ruuyaji."

And when René said something, Tark nodded fluffily...... Pi, and raised both swords. Um... [Hands up] pose. I mean...

I lost the surrender of Mr. Tulku. Mr. Roses wins!

"Seriously! Aniki!" You did it! "

"I see. No, it was a fight that I didn't feel like winning at all..."

After picking up the mask that fell on the stage, René rushed over, Talc took it and put it back on his face, fluttering, and offering his gloves to Rosé. In other words, the posture of asking for a handshake.

"It was a good match, Lord Tulku." It was definitely one of the most beautiful matches of my life! ”

Mr. Roses said with a very happy smile, and shook Mr. Talk's glove with a gentle clench.

"Takiu, rose." I'm so fuzzy

"Huh? Is this a compliment?" Well, I'd like to talk about it carefully again. By all means, swordsman talc of the beautiful night! "

Then both of them put the stage back happily.

Even though the stage was empty, the audience continued to clap for a while.

"Very well, my son, but I envy you." Sounds like fun. "

... then, while preparing for the next match, Faye's father looked a bit stunned.

"I wish I could have competed." No, in fact, I tried to apply to participate, but my sons stopped me. Hmm. "

Wow, Lord, did you intend to appear on your own?

"That's right, Mr. Crore." Ahh, I envy you! It's been a long time since I've held my sword! ”

I saw Faye's father stretching his legs under his desk while he said something a little unattractive, and I thought, "Oh, this is Faye's father." No, somehow.

The next game is the semi-final two. The opponents were Laocles and... a suitor.

Ms Marsen could've come out this way, right?

That's right! There's not enough actors to look at!

"Yeah, well, that's a sad part of the tournament."

... because it's a tournament, it doesn't mean that the strongest people are going to stay with each other. If the strongest people crush each other in the first place, sometimes the strongest people stay until the last place.

"Well, let's all watch his struggle." I don't think you'll lose, LaoCles. However, you may be able to watch the game calmly. "

While saying that, Faye's father bought a second cup of juice from the demon king who was selling the juice that just came from his pussy. "Oh! That's a different flavor!" "I blinked my eyes, so I bought it again."... it smelled like catfish. It was refreshing!

The second game while warming up with René, who started to flicker with star catnip juice.

"You... you've seen it." Have you come to Croatia to sue for a job before? "

"Oh yes! It's my 20th proposal today!"

The opponent seems to have a lot of guts. Have you been asked to marry me 19 times so far? Kuroa-san has a somewhat sinister face next to her...

If it wasn't for you, I'd already have asked for a 30th marriage!

"...... I won't tell you to give up once, but shouldn't you have given up 10 times before?"

Laocles has an indescribable look on his face, but I think so too. "Maybe if it's 10 or more times, it'll only have a negative effect..."

"Shut up! What do you know!"

"I don't know what he thinks about asking me to marry him nearly 20 times."

The opponent was somewhat hateful towards Lao Cres, but Lao Cres was just a little confused. "Well, that's right..."

Then there was the signal of the stance, and the two of them put up their weapons. No, Lao Cres is a fistless fist, so it's not a weapon, it's a fist.

The two of them mixed up, mixed up...... and started to move simultaneously with the signal of.

The opponent could not move enough against Lao Cres, who was holding straight without hesitation.

Lao Cres' kick bounced the opposing knife, closing the distance...... Lao Cres was attached to the opponent. Oh, we're working early.

Surrender?

While strangling the opponent moderately, Laocres waited for the opponent to surrender. It was difficult to calm down, so it was like this in the second game.

... and then...

No, not yet!

The opponent said that... and kicked the unarmored part of Lao Cres's leg with the heel of his shoe.

Raocles pushed his wrist slightly between his brows, while putting his strength into the arm that squeezes the opponent...

... suddenly, Laocres opened one eye.

Then I leaned my wrinkles between my eyebrows and gulped my teeth...

In the meantime, the opponent moves his legs to kick Laocles with the heel of his other shoe. Laocles noticed it and flew his opponent into the air.

The audience seats are crowded. We're confused, too. I can't believe Lao Cres is trying to get away with this.

... something's wrong. Something's wrong.

Maybe.

Ms. Crore makes a slightly impatient voice.... after seeing Crore's reaction, I was convinced.

Maybe Laocres is poisoned!

The use of poison and magic is prohibited. That is the rule of this front game.

"I got up from my seat immediately..."

Tsugogo! Don't worry about it!

... I stayed with Lao Cres.

"... don't worry, I won't lose."

Laocles sweated weirdly and said that to us... maybe he smiled at me and Crore.

"I-I wonder why..."

I mean, don't interrupt, so I'll just sit down. "No, but if it's a poison that could put Lao Cres' life at risk, I have to stop it against Lao Cres' will..."

"... you're stupid."

Beside me, Ms. Crore sighed.

"I don't want to scratch the commemorative first Spirit Imperial Match." Or perhaps you don't like winning by losing against the opponent. "

... when I heard what Crore said, I somehow figured out why.

The point is, Laocres doesn't want to stop this game, does he? Even if it's poisoning itself.

Crore-san, I wonder if you're okay.

"... well, if that poison is life-threatening, there's a way to detoxify it, so it's okay to stick it a little bit." Of course, I'd like to take care of it as soon as possible, but.... "

Crore murmured as she stared calmly at Lao Cres... and suddenly clouded her expression.

On the contrary, it might be more troublesome to have a poison that doesn't have any special rules on life.

... I've got a plan for that, too. Uh, poison that produces pain, huh? The one that was used by Laocres when he fought in the mountains of Golda. It was difficult to deal with that kind of thing.

Crore sighs in amazement as he sees Lao Cres on stage dullly fighting.

Well, I'll let you do what's right for you. Instead, let's do it for you.

And with a glimpse, Ms. Crore's eyes glowed sharply.

Tuogo-san, after that opponent loses, please make sure you don't run away.