There is the word "suck."
It makes an overly backward impression on the word best.
In practice, however, unlike the weakest and strongest, it does not always show superiority or inferiority simply by indicating its position.
And when it becomes the minimum (...), the meaning of the word will be 'paramount'.
The best conditions would mean that they meet the 'relatively low importance' condition of wanting to be met if they can.
The lowest is the most important, the highest is the unnecessary. There are really a lot of people who are mistaken around it.
Ask for it against none but yourself, but not against yourself.
I want the least from others and I want the best conditions for myself.
I guess that's human nature and selfishness.
And if we fail to observe minimum provisions, we will only be excluded from society.
"Get lost, you fucking kid!
Nevertheless, there is enough arm power to screw society down.
Probably the most talented man among the mad warriors.
Easter has lived in an order that culminates in himself.
Exploitation from other societies, through absolute violence.
An ideal life that survives without any obstacle if you go elsewhere, even if the community that carried out the plunder is destroyed.
An organization where you can get what you want, throw it away if you don't need it, and continue even with spirituality like a toddler looking for a new place.
You don't have to be patient, you can do whatever you want, nobody can hold him back.
Exactly, Walkie.
And that life stops here.
It is neither justice nor order, nor unlucky nor sick, nor aging nor disaster that stops him.
Not courage, not friendship, not love, not love.
It's not rape, it's not ruse, it's not tragedy, it's not comedy.
"Oh, you're sorry you lost."
Perhaps Easter didn't 'recognize' the person in front of him.
It was in my eyes, but I wasn't aware. His brain marrow was treating what appeared in his own eyes as an obstacle.
Therefore, I just pay by hand.
Pushing it randomly, trying to blow it off.
He looks like a poor kid, so he may suffer major injuries and die as a result, but he won't even be aware of that.
If you're strong, you're allowed to do anything. I'm strong, so you can do whatever you want.
"I know exactly how you feel. You may lose, you may be weak, you may be stronger than yourself. That's horrible."
Believe me, I didn't doubt it. Easter didn't know what was when his vision flipped.
I didn't know why I was lighter, or why all the up and down in my eyes were replaced.
He couldn't do anything about a situation that was too sudden.
It was as if I had ever slept and suddenly woke up confused.
"The more painfully I know, the more the pain"
But everyone in the audience understood that.
Fluffy floating Easter is stopping with his legs pointed at the sky.
The thought never even occurred to me, and I was just flabbergasted.
"It'll be hard, you won't like it, you won't admit it"
Very, cold voices can be heard.
I hear familiar, toned and empathetic voices.
"At least... don't think it hurts..."
The inverted vision 'rises' all at once.
And then it went dark.
Not just vision, but consciousness, life.
"I killed him with ease (...)"
Speaking of what happened, Easter, who was floating upside down, just fell from his head to the ground.
Everyone understood that that was the only rare magic.
But on the other hand, I thought the monster who had fought as immortal earlier could not die that easily.
He pulled out his head buried on the ground and instantly revived, thinking he would ramble again.
"pathetic... truly pathetic... he was what he once was"
But no matter how long it takes, one fingertip doesn't work with Pickle.
Getting more and more convinced.
Until earlier, he boasted that he had finished his life.
But to be disrespectful in front of Non is too weak.
As a fool who cannot remember if he has painful eyes, if he does not remember if he has painful eyes, he will only die.
A defeat in a game does not lead to a defeat in life.
However, if you don't have the least (like Saiju) spirit of lawfulness in participating in a match, which is admitting the defeat of the match, it will turn the organizer against the enemy.
Conversely, organizers should not tolerate participants who cannot be seen.
If you want to fight lions and tigers, you have to prepare collars, chains, and cages.
Or should we prepare the absolutely mighty, who don't even put lions or tigers in their teeth?
"If you can't admit to losing, you have to die. I'm not going to say something great that I already threw away..."
Pan, and Suibok slapped his hand.
Then, Easter's body, which had been buried all the way to his neck, plunged further into the ground.
My hands and feet bend to gravity, my skeleton crushes my muscles, my guts spill, and even my blood stabs me in the ground.
Easter sinks into the earth as if swallowed by quicksand.
I can't trust you with Eckezax.
"Fucking swimming..."
Any irrationality, Easter, has pushed through with violence.
The only thing that stood in the way of that breaking of his provisions was just an even more annoying monster.
Indeed, Easter broke that provision after participating in a prescribed game. Or tried to break it.
But the more you get this far, the worse you'll say you've done for this game.
But no one can complain.
Because there was not a single advocate for Easter, even though Suibok was the strongest.
Legally, anyway, I find it emotionally legitimate. Understandable but not empathetic, with no room for sympathy whatsoever.
I know you regret losing, but if you admit to rambling on because of that, that's not the story.
Provisions and laws are not meant for everyone to be happy, but still something we all feel unfettered to abide by. Something that binds your freedom so that you don't get hurt by someone else's freedom.
If we fail to keep the minimum provisions and the most important commitments, even the minimum human rights will not be respected.
"Again, then, we start the second game! Athletes forward!
This game is not just an honor.
It is the fate of the nation, the fate of the nation, and the fate of the race.
And that's not so much acceptable because we had a prescriptive defeat.
As long as my back is on stage, as long as I fall off stage, people will never die and I won't be able to fight.
That's why I sometimes argue that I haven't lost.
Some people don't admit to losing because they can't lose.
What happens in that case?
He is killed by the most powerful man in the world so that he can't fight, so that he can't make a scene.
On the basis of extremely strict, harsh provisions.
I guess we should have considered you first rather than the futile concern that the Arcana kingdom would not acknowledge the defeat of the run.
If athletes don't admit to losing, what will the Arcana Kingdom do about it?
It is exactly as it was done in front of us.
If you have a complaint, you don't have to join in, if you're unhappy, you can go home, and if you win, you'll be generous after you've given the sword properly.
If you're complaining but you're in it, you're dissatisfied but you don't go home, and you lose or you fight, then maybe you can't help but get killed.
"... what the heck, he"
"It seems to be the holders of the Divine Sword of previous generations. He doesn't belong to the Arcana kingdom, but he's the most powerful swordsman in the world, overtaking even the trumpets."
"A Immortal..."
"He's a man who's lived for over a thousand years, trained on that floating island."
Shiva replied to the outgoing mirror.
It wasn't particularly hidden, it was the right information.
"They're strong enough to extinct dragons without the use of divine treasures and without the use of magic weapons."
"Is he here?"
"Apparently so."
"Then why are you leaving the dragon alone!
"It would be the other way around. We can make them extinct at any time, so we just leave them alone."
Actually, maybe not, but I can think of a reason for that.
I see, the world was unreasonable to make.
"You know perfectly well, the recklessness of hitting a rock."
……
"I'm worried about you. My daughter won't be happy to bring your bones back, and neither will I."
"... but can you win? Can you beat a rock?"
Whatever you do for your family, don't admit to losing.
That would be a virtue, but in this case it was just suicide.
"You can lose or you can be serious, so survive first. For me, my daughter, my wife, they want it first."
Even while we do that, the game goes on without delay.
The soldier also has a family, and from that family, he may want the soldier alive.
But the soldiers are for the whole nation.
You can be serious, you have to fight for victory.
"Introduction!"
Fight the top compatibility of Mad Warriors on your own in a game venue that's not as big.
No matter how reckless you think that is, you manage to wound yourself with the magic of attacking a wide area.
But sadly.
"Ha!"
Try it for a run, it didn't matter anymore.
The fact that the opponent is the same 'mad warrior' made quite a 'offense' when dealing with Easter.
But if they're "swordsmen who are good at magic everywhere," they don't dare to imitate it dangerously.
Take just one step and push and fly with your energy before magic takes the form of an attack.
That wasn't a special, but it was enough to roll the unenhanced man to the ground, or to drop him off the stage.
"That's it! Winner, Silver Ghost Fist Run!
In short, it was wound.
With hundreds of opponents, I just instantly killed them so they wouldn't get tired of me.
My strength is conveyed enough, so I have no reason not to come up with an optimal solution for someone who can't strengthen their physical abilities.
"Gu... gu"
"Ooh, your bare bones are broken. Don't worry, I'll show them to the magicians soon."
I mean instant kill, but I'm not actually killing him.
You may pass out or become stunned, but you have not been killed.
There's no point in doing that, it's not that strong of an enemy.
You killed Easter earlier simply because you violated the rules of the game.
Unless you do, I won't kill you regardless of your identity, origin, or how you fight.
At least, I'm not actively trying to kill him. To make that known to the public, Lan was quite concerned.
"Begin!"
"Damn, I'll do it!
If the opponent is a common swordsman, he did it even if he played quite a bit.
It also meant saving bad blood, dealing with him with some bare blow.
"Guff! Huh!"
It's redundant the other way around if you're instantly killing everyone on a boulder, and it's not interesting to watch.
Above all, as Baas is, swordsmen who fight purely for their personal ambitions are also fighting as runs and easy.
I don't imitate the steeplechase. It's not like it won't hurt, and I won't dare to hurt you, but I'll still fight you right.
"What do we do, surrender already?
"Oh, oh... my loss..."
If the opponent falls, they will also be encouraged to surrender.
I'm not obsessed with such a rambling win that I keep beating him until my back gets to the stage or kicking him off the stage.
Beautifully in a way, I also used to fight them so they could see I was up there.
That's probably the case when it comes to how to fight licked, because strength is above it.
But at least the general challengers, who were thinking of escaping, were able to come to the game with some relief.
If you're not ready to cling to a rock, I don't want to play a game until you're badly injured.
No matter how much you can get healed, you won't like the way they crush your eyes, sneeze your bones, or beat your blood reflexes.
"That's awesome... I'm Arcana's tamed mad warrior..."
"On top of being strong, I can also take into account. They'll be so generous..."
"Besides it's beautiful. I see, and I know what makes you want to brag."
The easygoing audience also appreciated the Silver Ghost Fist (...) run thing.
Seriously, I saw other mad warriors, so I can see how a self-contained run is awesome.
Allow them to meet the opponent to fight, think about the place they are fighting, and fight ad hoc and appropriate.
If that's the trump card, then I do want it.
The 'strongest warrior' who can do what his employer commands him to do and do the 'minimum' thing of not doing anything extra.
Butrab's new trump card showed its value to the crowd.
Will the madness happen?
Will the run end up being active like this?
Few people expect two people with the same hair and eyes as the trumpets......
"Please...... someone knock down the run!
Tempera's face continued to curse desperately.
"Will Lord Suibok or Lord Sang-sui defeat me at this hour!
The resentful faces of Lan when he used to be the 'Dirty King' were angry at her glory when she got it right.