The martial arts tournament is over.
There were three of them who were appointed.
The ten winning captains Antonio Saccheri, to the hundred captains.
The semi-winning "My Brother Party's" Yul Reinen is captain of the Ten.
And Latifah Umaya, who remained in the semifinals while a woman, became the Ten Horsemen.
Each, promoted.
Get an award in line, three.
The winners and semi-winners are bloody bruised, full of dandruff and worn out.
It was so miserable that Latifah, who was supposed to have lost, would look like the winner.
For treatment and return, 128 athletes return to the modem again.
At the end of the tournament, he said that if he was involved, he would put him in a modem room.
In the name of Dr. Reinen, who wrote the letter of recommendation, he picked up Yul.
Yul, who saw it up close, had swollen eyes.
Still, they saw us.
I was trying to say hello.
It was about its arrow tip, which approached me to bless such a yul.
From the side, the shadow appeared.
"Excuse my indignation. Later, I thought I'd be running out of time.... Are you Dr. Reinen?
A lonely voice woman.
"I'm Shereen Umaya. I am despising my position as a general.
"It hurts, my lord. Yul's mentor and uncle, Rhino Reinen.
"It's quick, but... oh, Sarah. Were you there, too? Give me a break.
"Yes, My Lord Umaya. Dr. Reinen is also my mentor.
"Then we talk fast. Actually, Yul, I was wondering if I could welcome you into the Brotherhood.
After the royalty, and, general.
A quick move on the scene, even though you're in a heavy position.
Makes me feel like I must be a capable soldier.
I thought, for example, after a little extra time.
When I heard the story, all I could do was face to face with Dr. Reinen.
Once again, Dr. Reinen, who turned to Shereen, explains the situation.
"No, actually, I had an appointment. That's what the Reinens asked me to do.
"Holy shit! It would have been a lot of deduction, even if I hadn't asked for so much delicacy, from the Rhinen family.... that story, how far is it going? Is that a hard muscle to refuse? Is it something we can't talk about from the Umaya family?
The quicker you move, the quicker you arrow the questions.
I try to go ahead and talk as if I were going to slap the double whips in one after the other.
The arrogance of "royal and general"...... I don't know if it is, but authority/power, whatever the means available, seems to be someone who doesn't hesitate to use it.
I'll do anything to win. Of the military, I guess it's what it should be.
Either he was a pleasant swallower, Dr. Reinen, or the momentum of Sheereen.
No, Dr. Reinen, it doesn't matter.
I'm the party now.
"His Excellency Umaya, Dr. Reinen. Excuse me for talking to you.
Shereen turns to my voice.
The almond-shaped eyes were narrowed like cats.
Attempt to fly quickly at any time, the sight of a collisionary attitude.
Did you anticipate "something" when you were blocked from talking?
"I apologize for your disrespect. 'Lord of Yul', my name is Hiro de Calewara.
Shereen's gaze turned toward Morning Warehouse on her hips.
Too creepy a machete. It's three feet long. … then, perhaps, not a civilian.
That much guessing is who can stand in an instant.
"A military man? Why don't you give it to me? I can sell favors to the general, not bad.
Straight.
Are you sure you're an ex-Royant? It's a lot different than the frizz I've taken around.
To start with, she's just a military aristocrat.
Looks like you have a splendid escape from the royal family.
But.
I can't give up.
"The connection between the rubber and the Brotherhood is not something to give way to.
Theodore van Bosse. Three generations of the Duomo family. Sam and Peter are also three generations. The ghost of Takaoka Castle, Paolo Lanotte......
I've been taking them seriously.
With this body, what is the Lord's obedience, I know.
Do you know that?
"You don't want to be born?... No, wait. Did I say Karewala? Age and rank are.
You don't answer my question, and Shereen only sets up a battle on her own mound.
"I'm fourteen, I'm ten horseman.
"Ten horseman in his mid-teens. Quite the house. It's a name I don't hear much about.
Time is probably the end of August. Excess heat harsh fold pattern.
I heard voices from behind me that just froze that kind of heat.
"Between ladies, is that a name you're starting to hear? Please come to the salon next time, My Lord Umaya. My sister would be delighted if I could welcome you to The Royal Family.
Kingdom is a medieval society.
In Europe, in Japan, in the other world.
The Middle Ages are the Middle Ages. There is a common denominator there.
i.e..
Nobility (samurai in Japan) is a violent group, no matter how good the product is (houses that do not have direct violence are houses that can 'move' violent groups).
"Grace and service" means that if there is war above, the bottom helps, and if there is conflict below, the top intervenes, mediates, and protects.
If my brother-in-law gets his hands on me, my brother will squeak.
If you don't do that, you lose your credibility.
With that rationale in mind, translating the words of Lady Filia reads as follows:
"You're not going to be in the salon, so you're going to be late for information gathering? Though you won't come out because you're a soldier. But the result is the defeat of the intelligence war, so I'm glad to hear it. Your Excellency seems to be a" royal ", not a" soldier "?
Phyllia also said something so tight, "Because Shereen intimidated her own guest general. Because I tried to take away the Brotherhood".
Moreover, it seemed that they were about to draw their generals into the Umaya valves.
As for your brother's share (no, your sister's share), you shouldn't sit back on this situation.
Because you lose "what stands on".
Shereen didn't exactly seem to understand Philia's intentions.
but the martial family, the military, doesn't need the ability to do that.
What we need is the ability to recognize as "being sold a fight by Philia" and "this young monk's ass holding is the Mel family".
In that sense, Shereen, no matter what Philia told him, was still a soldier.
You spit the next word at me.
"A fox that borrows the authority of a tiger.
I'm on the other side of the story.
When you're told something, don't shut up.
Because if they lick it, it's over.
You got cover fire from Philia, but you shouldn't keep your mouth shut.
Because if you lose credibility, it's totally over. Because there will be no such thing as raised eyes.
So open your mouth.
"The Lion's prestigious rafter or so should be tailored and included.
Lion. it's a royal symbol.
Shereen's eyes glow.
But the time is here.
Scenes, realizing they were ahead in position, pounded his tongue.
It's a fox, this one. We need to get around fast.
Okay, but.
The opponent is even a general position. It may be an unattended general or a miscellaneous general, but it must be a general.
... how do I fit in?
"My Lord Umaya. I beg your pardon for speaking.
The voice I heard said so in words.
Waiting for forgiveness didn't.
"I am the Brotherhood of the Karewala family. You can't move. It just annoys me to serve, such as the Brotherhood that switches the main house.
The Lord of the Voice was Yul Reinen.
"My uncle told me, 'If you get results at a martial arts tournament,' Your Excellency also looked at me with the results and appreciated them. But you said it before the tournament. 'Can you come?' and. Except for martial arts, you can't associate, count, read and write, and on the contrary, you've kept getting me out of your surroundings until your personality, is.
Words then, of course, are serious.
I thought, "If Yul," and offered, no doubt.
But the thoughts of Yul's side received, more than that.
"That day, too, I saw the flux. Cut and scratch, or punch in, martial arts that go forward and forward. … until now I have been a 'take it and stand' fluent. But even though the shield comes forward, the shield's heavyweight knight shouldn't be it. That's why I decided to come forward at this tournament.
of the discomfort Dr. Reinen remembered, the cause.
That is Yul's readiness.
"That led to the result. Sometimes I seem frightened. Still, I was able to come forward by saying, 'I am the Brotherhood of the Karewala family. I can't imitate embarrassment.' Cause it seemed so.... please, My Lord Umaya. Please don't tell me this story didn't happen.
"Right.... Ok. Let's pull this place off, sparing the face of the skanky Brotherhood.
"Thank you, My Lord Umaya. Congratulations to Lady Latifah on her promotion.
"Calewara and I don't know what to do. Congratulations on your promotion to the Brotherhood.... Then excuse me, gentlemen.
Candles and shoe sounds, walking away scenes.
It's refreshing.
I would have liked to have met you a little more on the "good guys".
Slightly late, Latifah follows.
"My sister is rude.
"No, I am honored that you highly valued the Brotherhood.
Now we've been following each other.
He walks away lightly, where he can no longer see that Latifah, exhaling in his thick breath.
I can finally talk in peace.
"Thank you, Yul.
"No, I have to live up to Hiro's heart.
Heavy. Extremely.
Is it the "sword of the family" that bears this heart and responds to this heart?
But today is not the time to immerse yourself in such humid emotions.
It should be a celebratory mood.
"Thank you, Lord Hiro. It's refreshing!
"Yeah. I feel good too.
Celebrating...... is that it?
Well, you two must be, Thousand Mornings, Philia.
"I was going to arbitrate it gorgeously where I got into a little more fights! I missed selling thanks!
Could you give me a break, Mr. Raina?
"Ooh Hiro. The Brotherhood has come to fruition. I got a promotion, and I have to raise my salary?
The quilt taps a light mouth.
"Prize imperative, huh? Right. Hmmm. Then how many small gold coins do you make a month and big silver coins......
What a mouthful, Dr. Reinen stopped me.
"Hiro, come on! Yul still can't stand halfway numbers!
"So instead of a lump sum, take the drawer, later.
I was watching the game, and I had an idea.
Just fine.
"What? What? Hiro."
"Anne, if I told you that here, it wouldn't be funny, would it?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Outside the pantry, there was a familiar face.
"Chairman Burgmüller!
"This is Dear Hiro, and besides, gentlemen. Oh, semi-winning his..."
"Yes, Chairman, it's my Brotherhood.
"Congratulations on this. No, even when it looked amateur, it was great.
"The Chairman..."
And so I said, and I realized the matter.
Talking to the chairman was Yul's opponent in Game Four, "Wild Arms Pride".
Scouts!
With that said, I'm behind the chairman, hold the bag.
He was beaten by Ethan last year, isn't he "wild stegolo bragging"?
"Yes, because you've all told me to pay a little more attention to physical protection.
"Hey, are you okay? You're a rioter, aren't you?
"Miss Raina. Chairman Burgmüller would use it. Because you're not a sweet person.
"This is Master Li. Long time no see.
"Clara and Johannes, will you be well?
"Yeah. Thanks to you. Clara is healthy, and Johannes is round.
……
……
I see.
Are we all not rotten and able to do it?
"Mind gossip, what is it? I was still there, sweet.
Fritz?
"Exactly what I'm proud of about my wild arms, I don't know. From humiliating defeat, those who trained for a year without rotting. who, while at the end of the royal family, go out to the tournament without regard for danger. Bouncing back the General's intimidation. And the Brotherhood responding to its heart. In exchange, thank you, I'm halfway there.
Ethan was tapping that shoulder.
"I don't think so, Mr. Fritz. But being in a bad mood doesn't mean anything. All of us."
Philia and Thousand Early Mood are getting better and better.
And Fritz was appointed in the fall.