I felt sick and tired, I was desperate to tighten.
In the strong sunshine of early August, this is the third game on this day alone. Across the street, Damian Grimm.
It's strictly forbidden to loosen your mind just to say you're smart and just a boy who doesn't know what he's thinking.
This happened because of Mitterrand.
The martial arts for the demonstration (White Soldiers Division) opened the curtain in a bar match between Chiharu and Sensei Makabe.
A six-foot stick meets for dozens of rounds until it is about the length of the bat.
There have been no further demonstrations against the Daghdah haughters.
It was also an excellent opportunity for the Merlot Party in the various regions to know what the "Guardian of the Filia" was.
Other selected players will play matches with a combination directed by their superiors.
My (original) opponent is Serge.
At the age of fifteen, he was captain of ten Serge Fillman Montesquieu.
Serge's scores are spears and cavalry knives, but in the Lower Horse match, he uses a one-handed sword.
I know a lot about swordsmanship. That's why I'm a swordsman.
Arms would be at roughly the same level as Changzheng Takida or Vansan Bigal, who changed his name to Vincent. Considering that they are eighteen or nineteen years old for comparison, it can be described as a considerable user.
That said, it is also an obvious fact that the arm does not extend to Mr. Hiro de Calewara, who uses Asakura for serious matches.
Unleashing all your might and making a "serious battle" in the true sense will kill Serge. I have no choice but to make some adjustments.
The meeting, at last, showed a difference in muscle strength, surpassed and took advantage with a cut, and at the end, stopped and finished inching.
… would I feel a lot of room? The truth is, it was a cold sweat thing. Serge's sword muscle was sharp.
Anyway, after a thousand early days, I was able to keep my face as "the other side of Philia".
Yes, it is.
If the viewer sees it, he understands the level of serge well. In the young man of Mel's main, you may say he is the best.
And even if Serge "uses" it, "Phyllia-like's proximity" must have enough arms to retreat from it.
Serge and Hiro and "that's how skill is related" preserve the face of the Melbourne Sect.
The more loyal the Brotherhood, the more convinced you have to be.
Lieutenant Mitterrand, his face turned bright red.
"Dear Philia! Serge's main authority is in horseback riding matches! Again, give me a chance. Let us show you what it's like to beat the Ten Horsemen of Karewala!
It's ugly. But maybe it should be called the strength of the beloved Ac.
Mitterrand is not a relative of Serge or anything. Still, this hot valve.
I got a chance to deal with Mitterrand through this exercise, and I'm beginning to understand his character, too.
I can't help but want to give the local (mainland) young man, who had talent but could hardly see the eyes of Yang, a chance and a showcase anyway.
Isn't he a good one? It's hot and bitter, though.
but this day's game is only part of diplomacy, aimed at demonstrations.
I have trouble being too ugly.
Master Alex said something, but I can't hear you. Mitterrand continues to sue Philia directly.
The philia broke, either rooted or conscious of not disturbing the place.
"Okay. I now acknowledge the horseback riding match with wooden weapons.
In horseback riding matches, there's no way you can beat Serge... or the noble opponents you've trained since you were a kid.
Even I make a lot of effort, but I have a history of poor prowess. If Serge cared about it, he could have knocked me off his horse all of a sudden.
Still formally, he "gave it to me" by running away and crossing combinations.
And Serge, looking back again, was staring me in the eye.
"Do me a favor, okay?," or. Well, falling horses can lead to life-threatening.
Remove the left foot from the box. It's not Serge who misses that. From the left, I poked a tampon spear in.
Measuring when the spear would sweep aside, I threw myself to the ground.
Bite the sand. I'm not talking about thoughts, my mouth is actually full of sand.
No, I even feel like biting the sand. I know what I did, but I regret it. I know everything about the difference in strength and the fact that it's to keep me from getting hurt, but I regretted it.
Mitterrand's full grin, hateful.
I know he's not a bad guy, but all this thought of hating, there's nothing I can do about it.
But it seems to put that on the face, shame on you. I can't save you anymore.
"Sportsmanship, Gentlemanship," he chants in his head, making a smile. Spin words.
"It's a complete defeat. I felt that the main body was the Mahogany of the Greater Merle family. I want to ask you something.
I haven't been able to say much good.
The "usual members" will find out where my emotions are.
I thought I would be chilled again, and it was the warm words that were spoken.
"For one game per person, Mr. Hilo and Mr. Serge, you made it impossible.
"I see, we take one from each other, and the battle is not yet on. Lord Hiro's main body is on a long roll riding a griffon.
Stop it, Philia.
Forget the messy lies, Thousand Early.
It's just miserable.
"You seem to know very well what we were doing to each other. Serge, there is as much that the cavalry also has to fight down. Hilo, if you're an old family nobleman, equestrianism is a must educate. To refine.
That's right, I don't need bad consolation. Master Alex knows.
But. "Each other"?
Unexpectedly, Serge and I met face to face for the first time after the game.
Desperately pretending to be calm. It suppresses the will, with a Gentleman's making smile.
Same face as me...... no, same look as me, but a lot better looking than me, there it is.
Breaking face.
All we have to do is laugh at each other.
And Serge and I shook hands.
And at that time, Damian raised his voice.
"The second game opportunity, could I have it, too?
This proposal is hard to say no to.
It's all Mitterrand's fault. Because you let me and Serge play the second game.
"Make sure you and the Ten Horsemen of Karewala. Serious games for the lower horses, please.
This is my third game, right? I am full of breasts because I feel so sorry for taking too many chances. Though... Honestly, I don't feel comfortable. Why not?
"Stop it. If we play a serious game right now, we're gonna die.
The voice Dr. Maki called on Damian was chilling as if he were to be slashed with an ice blade.
Raise the face you were lying on the ground, accidentally.
"Huh? Is that the kind of thing that's gonna be on your face? Well, at that rate, are you okay?... No, but.
Sensei Maki gives me a strange look.
Damien also took over the words desperately so as to get into a loose mood.
"Martial Arts Master, serious games are something more prepared than the original.
"Damien. Do you have any idea what kind of heart a samurai will come to the game after such a loss? It brings in a special mood to snow the humiliation. In terms of poor strength, you will definitely die.
Were you so emotionally wavering, I am.
Damien was Damien, and he moved his shoulders to the words "poor strength".
"... and I thought. Hiro, what the hell are you! That feeling of remorse, something a little more unsustainable? Or did you hide it and swallow it? You don't have to look like Tsukahara to that point! … Your Excellency the General. Apparently, from his perspective as a martial arts teacher, he no longer needs to be banned.
"If that's what Dr. Makabura will say. I'll admit it, too. Permission granted, Philia?
"That sounds like Mr. Hiro's story. Yeah, I'll allow it.
Has it been humiliated that no one has questioned the "difference in strength"?
No, I also feel a little different from those emotions.
Anyway, I felt the temper of Damien in Philia's words swell into anger and killing.
And so I said.
In the strong sunlight of early August, I am now facing the Ten Horsemen of Damien Grimm.
Damian, 17, is also the owner of ninja skills (dark vessels and throwing).
I have the fear that my head spins fast and there are many measures.
but simply the strength of a one-handed sword is also equivalent. In the first game of the day, every game was a victory. If it's a lower horse match, it's a slight difference, but it'll probably go over Serge. Notably, it is an auspicious arm that betrays the skinny appearance.
While I was thinking about that, I was fed up with the heat and defeat, and I got in the mood.
All right, we can play this game.
Yes, the mood gets fuller.
Oh, no? What's this feeling?
"Well, I will. That's the martial arts teacher, I take a good look. The point is, I'm too motivated to kill. Easy, Hiro. Even so, I can't control it, so it's half a serving. I deserve it. I don't know how to lose like that.
"Asakura, what are you talking about? Ritually, it's a bad idea to let him die! You know that, don't you?
"Lord Ariel is right. Lord Hiro, leave this to us ghosts.
"Fools or you guys! It's a problem Hiro should deal with himself!
Is it something called lost remorse that cannot be easily digested? Maybe he lost badly.
At times like this, there's no choice. That's it.
"Guys, I was worried. I'm willing to kill him all at once. Damian would do something about it.
"Right, he can do that, too.
"I've always said, 'Trust me, remember to leave it to me'... Well, good for you.
"Right, you're desperate over there, too. Yearly after all. It's not cute.
The signal for the start of the game rang at that time, whether the brain conversation was over or not.
Pull the Asakura out of its sheath.
It's quite a thing that spirituality is gaining momentum, but its quality makes me feel so bad about it.
Damian's killing temper also changes to something more painful and intense.
but I don't care about that. Anyway, to put a blow in and not pay this attention.
I'm in the mood, I'm going to do my best to run.
Damian opened his eyes slightly. I still come running over here.
but slow.
Damien, you had to take the lead.
From the top, a one-handed sword came down.
Rub up the Asakura from the lower section, breaking both ways. "Go" stretches straight to the neck.
Desperately turning his back, Damien bounces back with the axial legs he had left behind.
I managed to make it.
All I had to do was slash off the top side of my helmet, where there was no "myself" in it.
To Damien with the buttcake, poking Asakura, over.
It was because we were releasing each other, killing each other.
If there's still a killer left on either side, it has to mean even more... from here on out. Honestly, thanks.
I'm pretty sure Damien needed to at least get ahead of me in order to beat me.
But if Damien didn't actually see how things were going and he was ahead of me.
One more step, no. Even a half step, if I'd been out front.
Asakura's "going" was completely capturing his neck or face.
"See, Hiro? This is what happens when you pull out a knife without fixing your mind. Kill someone you don't even want to kill and fall into regretful feathers.
Right, Asakura. I'm relieved.
The look on the face of Dr. Maki, who welcomed me and Damien back in front of the upper management, was not more rugged than this.
"I'm chilled out about the prospects. You both get it, don't you? I thought I'd preach to him... What is it, Hiro, self-resolved again? Then I have nothing to say.
"It was a really dangerous place. If it hasn't been stopped beforehand, it won't get scary. Thank you. I will refine it.
Damien was still shaking.
Then you had a dying eye... No, I'm not. Does this make you feel humiliated?
That's a pain in the ass. When these types of people hold remorse, I'm afraid of later.
"Damien, I wouldn't give up about this, would I?
"My Lord General! Yes. We will refine!
Damian's eyes restored their radiance. Disgusting emotions are disappearing.
After all, Master Alex is amazing.
Right!
Spears on one-handed swords, no psychic powers, so Ninja skill instead.
Damian, admire Master Alex......
I see, indeed. Lovely place, isn't there?
"It's good to keep the treasure trove fished for something like this. Take this. Cut and durable as well as length and weight. It should be just right for you.
Master Alex approached Damien, who had lost his fortune.
He is giving away a one-handed sword directly.
Lord Alex whispered to Damien, who lay down his face and trembled in emotion.
"Throw away any unpleasant emotions and be decent. Philia is watching. I will not give up.
"I told you, Hiro. She said there's something cute about it.
Ariel? Right!
Admire Master Alex.
One hand sword, spear, another skill. I came out on the battlefield......
So, marry the "princess".
You mean that!
Damien said it was a sheath sticking at me.
Those who participated in the martial arts will be given successive souvenirs and weapons by Alex.
Phyllia gives each a word.
To a Phyllia saying, Damian was getting back on track as usual.
No, it also looks a little cooler than before.
Master Alex, who came to me, was wearing a nibble.
Damn, the super handsome doesn't even look nasty when it comes to niggas!
"Good luck. The third game, all I can say is brilliant. I also need to refine.
Know or not about the men's exchanges?
With a soft smile, Philia spoke to me.