Grass as close to martial arts.
There were two pairs of practice swords and protective gear, which were pooped.
"Stay with the practice"
"... No way, you've been waiting for this?
"I'm sorry."
As I say, Torque just starts wearing his own protective gear.
What do you think, martial arts practice?
Almark thought.
Torque, as the team leader of the martial arts tournament, may also feel responsible.
But nevertheless.
"If you're practicing, why don't you do it in a martial arts field? At this hour, Wendy and Leila will be there."
"No."
Torque refuses without a scratch.
"I'll do it here"
Almark starts putting on his protective gear by getting rid of the featherworms flying in front of his face with his hands.
"We're going out... nothing like this here. Even though it's a martial arts field right there."
"Don't slap me for nothing. Put it on quickly."
Torque is already finished wearing his protective gear and waiting with his sword.
"... I get it."
Almark also finished putting on his protective gear and stood in front of the torque.
"... it's useless."
Torque says, raise the sword.
Almark aligns his sword with the tip of that sword.
Then the two take a quick time.
Oops.
Almark looked out.
The torque structure is changing.
Previously, it was a gap-filled structure to keep the opponent under pressure for his physique, but now the torque in front of him is carefully devised to keep his half against Almark and not show the gap.
Keep it up. The two of you keep your time, slowly, loosely circled.
"You're doing well, Torque"
Almark speaks up.
"Horrible."
Torque throws up.
Sweat seeps through its forehead.
"There's no gap. I could've punched you in from anywhere before."
Almark said so with honest surprise.
Sure, the torso is the only one that can be punched in by the rules, so this is not what it is compared to in action, but the improvement in torque was remarkable nevertheless.
If there's no gap, we'll have to collapse.
Almark gently pokes his sword from himself.
Torque reacts to it and doesn't fly and takes the time.
There Almark steps in and punches in the chase.
Torque plays it with a sword.
Almark pokes and torque takes it.
The more intense the movement, the more gaps will be created there.
As the offense continued, Almark discovered a number of gaps that could be punched into the torque's protective gear.
"We're getting more and more gaps, Torque."
"Uh-huh."
Torque screams desperately as he recieves Almark's attack with his sword.
"If there's a gap, you can hit it!
"Bye..."
Almark suddenly changed the angle of the step and poked at the side of the torque torso.
"Gu."
Torque groans and kneels.
"Shit."
Punch the ground with your fists.
"Again."
That's what I say and get up.
"Much better, but you can't win without attacking from there, Torque"
"I don't have to tell you. I know."
Torque set up his sword.
"Again."
"Okay, I get it."
Almark aligns his sword with the tip of the torque sword.
After that, it developed the same way as it did at first.
It's a good idea, but the attack doesn't come out much, so it becomes a side of the battle, and it punches into Almark where the gap is formed.
"Fuck you."
Torque rises poisoned.
"Again."
Almark responded to the torque and then stood together seven times, all with the same expansion.
"Chicken."
To the kneeling torque, Almark speaks.
"Torque, aren't your strengths that great body and power? I feel better, but then discretion is killing your virtues."
"Ugh."
Torque rises and raises his sword.
"I think it's the same no matter how many times you do it. It's getting a lot darker now. Let's get this over with."
That's what Almark said and put his sword on the ground.
"Again."
Torque says.
"Let's end this. I'm leaving now."
"No."
Torque shakes his head.
The sun almost sets, and the look on its face only looks blurry.
"Again."
Torque repeats.
"No more dangerous"
Almark also shakes his head.
"Practicing martial arts is not something you do in the dark you can't even see around"
"Almark!
Torque yelled.
"Take it. This is the last time."
Torque looked desperate.
"... I get it."
Almark nodded reluctantly and picked up his sword again.
"This is really the last time."
Align the tip of the sword with the sword of torque as I say it.
We take each other in time and face each other.
The torque moves slightly in the same position as before.
The sun sets and its body looks like a black shadow.
It's really dangerous when it gets any darker. Let's just make up our mind.
Almark came forward.
But the moment I packed the time, the torque came forward, too.
Oh, are you motivated?
At that moment Almark felt uncomfortable.
Torque time is near.
No, this is...
Shit.
Almark feels dangerous and tries to pull in the sword he was about to put out and defend himself.
But the torque sword is faster.
Obviously not of the same quality as before, the puncture of my body flies.
Almark jumped out loud as he twisted his body, giving up taking it with his sword, in a stubborn judgment.
A torque sword plunders the armor and makes a sharp noise.
"Chi."
Torque tongue-in-cheek.
Almark's sword captured the torque torso stretched out with a thrust of his body.
"Grr."
Torque falls to the ground.
Something like that hit me pretty hard.
Are you okay, Torque?
Almark kneels in haste.
Torque looked up at Almark's face with a painful look on his face.
But after a moment of silence, he starts laughing out loud.
"Kuku, ha. I finally made him look real."
"Huh?"
"I didn't care. When you're in martial arts, you always have a spare face. Damn, your face was awesome just now when you did my thrust. I had nothing to say if I hit the torso as much as I wanted."
"Torque, you can't be doing that."
Almark sees torque with a frightened face.
"You let me deal with you till dark."
Torque laughs niggly with his sweaty face.
"You lost every time in the same development, kept me alert, and so only the last battle, when you took an intermission, was lost in the darkness and you switched your sword to your left hand"
Was it also because of the focus on fighting outside, not the martial arts grounds with the lights?
"You had a sweet left hand poke. I knew you weren't smart."
Saying, Torque woke up his upper body.
"Suddenly we were in a hurry."
When Almark nodded honestly, Torque laughed again and shook his head.
It was a shame.
"But this can't be used in martial arts competitions."
It's a martial arts competition.
Torque laughs with his nose.
"Like you said, I'll overwhelm you as much as I can with my physique and power. I can't believe I'm looking at you from the edge."
"Well, could this be"
"That's right. Ever since the day I lost to you, I've been thinking about letting you blow a bubble. It was just one step away."
Almark stood up with a sigh.
"Really? I thought I was practicing martial arts."
"... you can't beat them with your strength. You have to use measures too. If you're mistaken, I'll use that too. I didn't mean to lie to you."
Indeed, Torque never said that he could go along with martial arts tournament practice.
"I couldn't forgive myself for staying unnecessarily defeated and moving forward without paying you any arrows"
Torque said.
"Your face just now. Let's just call it a good one."
Now we move on, Torque mutters.
"Do you despise me for cowardice?"
That said, Torque looked up at Almark.
It was dark and the expression was unclear, but a strong eye light looked to Almark.
Almark shook his head.
"No. I respect you, Torque"
Its strength, maybe, goes to the strength that Almark is familiar with.
Almark offered his right hand in an attempt to lend a hand to the torque trying to stand up.
Torque shakes his head and rejects it.
"I don't need your help."
Saying, stand up for yourself.
"I stand up on my own. I have been and will always be."