A great clash with the great fate that Ayama settled in WWI.
Expectations that the run will weaken even somewhat.
anxiety that the runs will lose like this and the order won't come around to us.
While holding both sides, the second and subsequent challengers challenging the run watched.
"Winner, Silver Ghost Fist Run!
The settlement was a blast of anticipation and anxiety.
I've only broken through the first battle, but there's plenty of room for the look on Run's face and standing.
When this happens, the most recent challengers have to blur.
No one will look at the big showdown now in front of us and insult the run as the girl it looks.
The opponent possesses such unusual combat abilities that even Mad Warriors are given to him.
You have to fight face to face with someone like that, one-on-one.
I wanted to be a trump card heavily used for the Arcana kingdom, the average participant who was dreaming like that had to see reality.
The Arcana kingdom has promised unlikely favorable treatment to a warrior so far suspended from the rest.
He dreamed of a rosy future with the strongest swords, confident by bringing down similar participants and joining hundreds of challengers.
You just have to beat one more.
That provision has not changed at all.
Even though that solved it all, one of them was way too strong.
"Ya, yay... that's not human..."
"Look, even though my hands and feet are bloody, it's all healing now..."
"I'm the Mad Warrior... You can't, you can't win that..."
"What the hell am I supposed to do... anything? Can you do something by yourself..."
Seriously, everyone had a proper understanding of the strength of the run because Easter was strong.
I had seen the speed of the run and Easter and even lost my temper to fight.
Nevertheless, they just have to give up.
Even if you surrender now and the game of a hundred people is toothless, everyone in the audience will allow it.
It was nothing but suicide, such as an otherwise human-challenged run screwed by even a mad warrior.
"Still... must have been somewhat wounded"
"We still have a winner... even if I can't win, entrusting it to what follows...!
"You just have to win one person...... if you can at least let one tae-tae bath!
But there are those who cannot give up.
There are those who renounce the game with a sense of mindfulness, who can't abandon themselves and go in recklessly.
Even in this period, there are those who must look for victory.
If we are primitive, if we are objective, there are those who cannot admit it, no matter what we think, even if we find that we have no winning eye.
Selected from the countries of the South, the elites combine swords with magical talents.
No matter how they say monsters, those who cannot give up before they fight.
They couldn't have lost, even though it was the rock that grabbed them.
If they give up, if they lose, where the hell am I supposed to go home?
There are nobles who sent them out, and folk grass who believe in them and pray.
We are here ready to return them.
"... he's a disgusting guy"
"Why would you think that?"
Among them were two Japanese who were still aware of their victory alone.
They were just giving thought to the way the runs fought.
"He should have been able to do that from the beginning, if he cared. Yet I bothered to hurt him and teach him the difference in strength......!
"Right."
"Let me think I can win, I probably played!
Unfortunately, I can't say enough about a mistake.
If you wanted to knock him down, you could have knocked him down with the first blow.
He was playing a struggle on purpose, which is correct.
"So?"
"So... what do you mean, Shiba?"
"Assuming you did, what would you say?"
Shiva asks chilly.
The mirror doesn't know what it's meant to be.
"I hear what you would have thought if you hadn't allowed any resistance to your opponent and unilaterally defeated him with a pre-emptive attack"
"It's..."
"Say it. Praise me for being sensible and fighting the right way?
It was the opposite of what the mirror said, that is, an action to be encouraged.
But the mirror that I imagined was clouding my face even more.
He was frowning and deepening his irresistible frustration.
That must have pissed you off.
"Do you praise them for not tormenting them and fighting them the right way"
……
"Or are you convinced to honor her if you use your weapon to kill her"
"Oh, that's not true!
"Then shut up. Just to be clear, it's unpleasant to get eight wins in front of a match."
If you just want to make it difficult, you just want to be commonplace because you're frustrated, they spot you.
"So, but... okay, keep it up. Just to be clear, that run is his biting dog, right?! You won, and you know if you can actually get it!
"Then get out of here. If you doubt it, it doesn't make sense to be here."
At least, there was nothing terrible about the run.
Even in the eyes of the amateur, he never put his back on stage, and he was never about to fall off stage.
It is rude in itself to put the suspicion that we might break the provisions because we fought one-on-one and won.
If you can't believe the organizers that far, it's not like they're forcing you, and you just have to quit.
I'm not cursed about anything else, and no one will have any trouble. Nothing else, except for the two of us on this occasion and the surroundings.
At least, the organizers don't have any trouble at all. Because Easter's struggle and Run's victory have already achieved their purpose.
"How can you try to discredit an inconvenient opponent and make yourself stand up? All you have to think about is that Lan isn't just a little girl sweet with qualities."
Either way, it was Easter who was sweet on the qualities.
Against that Easter, it must have been an unparalleled run that continued to carry out proper and effective attacks.
"Can you win?
"I'll win, I'll never!
"I don't know, I'm listening to that."
"I can't tell you that right now..."
"Is that an absolutely successful operation against someone who isn't sweet on qualities?
"I'll make it work!
"Do I look like someone I can beat just because of my temper?
If you can win by temper alone, that's the strongest sword you need.
I can't win just because of my temper, so I'm in a tournament organized by Arcana.
To beat opponents who can't beat temperament alone, challenge opponents who can't beat temperament alone. That would be exactly the contradiction.
"More than that. You should take a good look."
"What?"
"What's going to happen?"
As the mirror understood, Lan dared to play a beating like this one.
If I wanted to, I could have killed him with the first blow, put him to sleep with treasure and restrained him, and they never violated the policy.
If we just had to win, we wouldn't have consumed a lot of bad blood from the start.
But the audience was expecting a bloody battle between Run and Easter, more than the opponent was a Mad Warrior.
Betraying that expectation was not tolerated by a run that would become a trump card.
If it was the first blow, and you were reasonably killing it.
Or use treasure, if you're wisely restrained.
I'm sure the audience was clapping out of anticipation.
No one is convinced by instant killing, even if it is stipulated to be anything.
Of course, Lan's martial name will fall to the ground.
As a minimum to win, you can't be a trump card if you don't attract the audience even more in time.
It must be feared that, as everyone else does, there can be no disappointment in a country with such monsters.
Such a monster follows the state. I must remind you that nobles in this country have monsters, and you cannot break that connection.
Just as the mountain waters have struck down Oseo, so Masakazo has blown up Domino's army, so too must Run show his martial courage to his guests from all countries by defeating the Mad Warriors head-on.
Easter must not be seen weak.
Instead of taking it down lightly, we have to struggle to some extent.
Prolonging the fight is inherently foolish, but we fought with that in mind.
Advantage at first, disadvantage at the middle, reversal at once at the end.
After letting the opponent have some flowers, and showing the horror of the Mad Warrior, Run pushes it off with strength.
That may be true if we call it clueless, but if the mountain water had knocked it down in an instant, as it did when it fought the thunderous knight, Easter could have exploded with outrage.
"You fought well, eat this. The wound's gonna heal."
"Ugh...?
Though, it's another story if the opponent doesn't get angry because he was playing the game right.
"Oh, I..."
"I ate the peaches, so the wound must have healed."
"... I am, yes, I am!
I say no beforehand, but there's no reason why you have to beat Easter.
Actually, you have a sick daughter and you think she needs pan peaches and carrots?
Or do you think you need a lot of wages to save a poor village?
Or did the state ask you to be in this game?
You think someone will kill you if you lose? You're making some kind of bet, and if you lose, you lose? You're a bandit, so you lost the game, so you think you'll be arrested and punished?
Of course, I have never heard of the plight of a nation on the south side and joined it from the heart of a righteous man.
"Um, your lord fought hard, but he's falling off the stage like this"
"Did I lose?!
Easter was in excellent shape and coming to the game.
I wasn't poisoned, I wasn't dragged by a strong degree of alcohol, and I don't eat poorly or have a cramped bed.
After keeping the policy and creating a showcase for Easter, Lan was winning with strength.
I don't even have any such palliative means of forcing him to fall and put his back on the floor, or of directing him off-site avoiding the Easter he came into, or of being covered by someone outside.
"I... lost?!
Both sides fought with complete bare hands, with skill, skill and spirit, and their superiority and inferiority were only determined.
Now if Easter were to disagree, it would only be eclampsia.
"Your lord fought well. Now get back to your seats."
"Fuckin 'kidding me!
But even though he was given an obvious defeat by adhering to strict rules and fighting with dignity, it would be unfortunate to say no.
"I won't admit it!
Festival As we were, as the runs were, not 10,000 people are convinced to honor the winner.
It is something in which there are a certain number of people in the world who believe and doubt that only things convenient for them will happen, who cannot acknowledge their defeat.
A person who only admits that he wins, keeps fighting until he wins, and that kind of thought is common sense.
It is not contrary to the spirit of looking for the strongest man in a way. But its most powerful, too cliché and childish.
The selfish 'strongest' thing about losing but not acknowledging losing is that you are just shaming yourself as a child who hasn't lost out on toddlerhood.
"Why would I lose!
"Would it be obvious that your Lord is losing more than he is falling off the stage?
"There's no way I'm gonna lose!
In a way, it's bad foreboding.
In a way, an indomitable fighting spirit.
But in this case, it's just out of the way not to admit defeat.
"That little girl! How dare you embarrass me! I'll kill you!
This is a game, and it's a winning battle.
No matter how strong, no matter how spared, no matter how repentant, no matter how much you scream.
It is not an admissible rematch on this occasion.
"Your Lord's turn would have been over by now. I don't know if I'll get another chance later, but shouldn't this place back down?
"I'm not kidding! Why should I obey you? I've been kept waiting, and yet I've lost, so give it up?! Are you licking me?!
The whole venue was listening to the screams of mad warriors.
I get anxious and agitate.
What if, on this occasion, there is frenzy and damage to the audience as well?
"I, get the mightiest sword! You get booze, women, meat, big castles, everything!
"I've given up on that already. After this, Lan has to fight the ninety-nine. No matter how spared your Lord is, others will have the same convenience."
"You know what! Oh, I'm in trouble already! I'll teach you all how strong I am!
The runs on the stage, they don't move as a tattoo.
Fighting again would be due to the decision to violate the policy.
No matter how difficult it is to contain the Mad Warrior, because this will make Easter make his unlikely wish to try twice.
That's too unfair, then. Whether you want it or not, all athletes will have to be given the right to try twice.
It's about breaking the prior arrangement, and it's impossible for the organizers to forgive.
"Yes, I'll kill them all!
Even though we don't tolerate it, we don't impose a spell tie on all our athletes.
Once the Mad Warrior has ravaged, verbal stillness is impossible and we have no choice but to bump into more violence than the Mad Warrior.
"Well, a lot greedy"
Well, very much now.
This is a nationally recognized match venue and many dignitaries are invited.
In such a situation, why did you treat the mad warrior you know would be rampant?
"Then you don't need your life."
Nothing else, it would be because there was an absolute chance of winning.
All in order to facilitate the game.
Just because there was someone who would be the first to get the most difficulty, it was to get your body up and prove what would happen if you saw it after you lost.