"It's Almark."
The voice echoed into a quiet martial arts field.
As pressured, there's no response from the audience.
Almark slowly lowers the fist and sword he was putting on his chest.
Eventually, from the VIP table, a gentle applause was heard.
The Lord of the applause is the top of the VIP table.
It was King Wolf's Prince.
The applause comes from the audience, as if they finally remembered what to do when they heard that sound.
That soon became a big wave of applause.
"What the hell, that cool name. Almark, I wonder if you've been practicing that for a long time, hiding from us."
Looking back at Morgen as Nelson says so, and giggling.
"Morgen, why are you crying?"
"... I don't know"
Morgen shook his head and wiped his tears.
"I don't know, but I was watching Almark, and I was crying."
"Hold on tight."
Nelson slaps Morgen on the shoulder.
The game is coming up.
"Yeah."
Morgen nodded with red eyes.
"It's not the Galais' fashion"
Polois told me to whine.
"Are you also a nobleman of some country?"
Almark shook his head silently.
Nobles are not the only ones with names to be named.
"Put your swords together"
Bowen tells the two of them.
Almark nods, lifting his sword.
Polois also lifts his sword, as he regained his mind, and aligns his sword tip with Almark's.
"Introduction!"
Bowen's voice sounded.
Along with the signal of initiation, Polois takes the time.
Almark pointed his sword tip at Polois perfectly, immobile.
Polois began, and came forward.
Poloise with a larger body is also clearly longer in reach than Almark.
Polois' first poke hit Almark.
Almark plays it with a sword.
Polois pokes yet another.
Almark flushed it clean too.
"Is that it?"
Nelson gives a voice to that figure.
"I guess he's not feeling well after all"
"Why?"
Reido asks.
"No, I can't say it well, but it's usually more like this..."
"Hmm."
Torque also snorts at Almark's appearance.
I didn't believe he was nervous.
"Something's happened. What a move at the heart of the real thing."
Next to it, Wendy had her prayerful eyes pointed at Almark.
Polois felt that being prevented from poking twice had extrapolated Almark's general strength.
I see, it's certainly not weak just for Torque to say.
But I don't feel the speed or the strength.
If we keep attacking, we'll be able to spot the hole as soon as possible.
Deciding so, Polois packs his time with Almark again.
Almark waits for it by breaking his torso slightly.
When Almark gets the poke of Polois, the next poke without getting in his hair.
Almark twists and squeezes, but plunders his torso and makes a sharp noise.
Voices leak from the audience, oh.
"Fast."
Nelson squeaks.
"It's not so bad compared to torque."
"You're powerful too."
Reido nods.
"I've never seen Almark rub an attack on my torso before."
Next to it, Morgen should rinse his nose all the way up.
"Shit, it's on the defensive side"
Nelson holds his head when he sees the Polois attack continue.
"Not if you're crying. I'll back you up, Morgen!
"Ugh, yeah."
The Nelsons said, "Almark, come on!," he shouted.
"What the fuck?"
Torque also shows the face of Almark's inexorable battle.
"You saw the other guy sweetly"
"I didn't see it sweet."
Wendy shakes her head.
"They're strong, too, but more about Almark than that..."
In front of Wendy, Almark was exposed to Polois' onslaught.
Almark's movement fluttered like a boat flirting with a big wave.
It doesn't look strange whenever you get swallowed up by a Polois attack.
The voices of support for the women in the audience are also close to screaming.
If it's Almark as usual, you can watch it without any worries.
Wendy fought desperately against the urge to turn away.
"Good luck, Almark!
Speak up to wave that feeling.
Wishing Almark could reach his own voice.
"That transfer student, Almark."
Ficke, who was watching the game in the audience, tells neighboring Ain.
"I was talking about being strong. Not that far."
But Ain shook his head.
"You haven't noticed, Ficke. That's what happened in the game with Torque, but you should brush your eyes a little more."
Ain was laughing lightly as he watched the game field.
"I'm glad I didn't have to play with him."
"Almark, come on!
"It's a little loud."
From behind the Nelsons, who kept screaming, I heard a calm voice.
It's Leila.
"If you too are the end of the sorcerer, look closely"
"Huh?"
Nelson saw Almark desperately preventing Polois from attacking.
"No tricks, no pinches."
Layla sighs and shakes her head.
"Look closely."
"Look closely."
Ein points to Almark and tells Ficke.
"Since the game began, Almark has"
"Almark hasn't moved a single step"
To Layla's point, Nelson looks out.
"What?"
If you ask me, yes, to begin with, from that place I was when the signal was given, Almark's legs are not moving even tingly.
Though they occasionally change the orientation of the body to match the movement of the polois, both of their feet do not move as if they had roots on the ground.
"You're lying."
Nelson doubted his own eyes.
All of it, you're just hitting the upper body, that attack.
"That's not all."
Ain shakes his head at Ficke's words.
"I'm in control so Polois doesn't go around behind his back."
"Control"
Ficke shakes his head like he sees something incredible.
"Make that poloise move?
"Yes."
Ain't laughed no more.
"Without moving a step from that spot"
Among the audience, too, those who noticed the fact late began to emerge, and the cheer was gradually taking over and replacing the blur.
And Polois was finally realizing that fact.
Not strong, I thought. There should have been no mistake in that feeling.
Now, Polois continues to attack unilaterally. Almark is on the defensive side.
But I can't beat it.
Poke it, poke it, even though I have the feeling that I'm a little more than that, I can't step over the last line.
Almark sees Polois' face.
Even though I'm just looking straight into Poloise's eyes, I care as if they're watching all the movements of my whole body.
It's like all my movements have been spotted.
What, this guy?
Polois thought.
What the hell is this guy?
"This is"
Torque goes out of line.
"Good."
Wendy squeaks.
"Ah?"
Wendy was smiling relieved as she looked back at the torque she had overheard.
"Almark, looks like fun"
Almark waved his sword and was immersed in a strange exaltation while preventing Polois from attacking.
My legs still don't move properly.
Although I have recovered a lot from Dr. Celia's medication that Dr. Illmis gave me, I will not be able to move at a rate I can still fight.
So I was doing it for strength.
I had decided to move my legs only when I finished the game.
Until then, I'll enjoy this fight a little too.
Continue to wield your opponent's sword as the large crowd watches.
Focus, strength, angle to strike off your opponent's sword. The gaze you give them then. Control your opponent's movements with those things.
Polois has a pretty good sword judgment.
The sound of swords and swords bumping into each other. That helplessly exalts Almark.
And Almark was also aware of the guilt behind that exaltation.
I like swords.
Even if it's not an actual battlefield.
Even if it's not an actual exchange of lives.
You don't have to move as your body thinks.
This is how I'm just waving my sword with everyone's expectations, and I'm born for it, wrapped in so much exhilaration that I think.
Every swing brings back memories of the North.
Life in the north was tough.
But I had myself there.
That was my hometown.
Almark struck down Polois's poke, which he didn't know how many more times.
Polois' face was ugly and distorted by fatigue and humiliation.
Seeing that look, Almark realized it had been a long time since the game had started.
I'm sorry I let you go out with me.
Almark apologizes to Polois in his heart.
Your pride could have been hurt.
But thanks to you, it was a lot of fun.
Polois raised the roar of temper.
I have weight on my poke. I would be going to bump into each of my bodies and blow up Almark.
Polois was so hunted down that he had to go out on such a method of warfare.
At tide time?
Make an instant decision.
As Polois stepped in, Almark also took a big step forward.
First show in this game, foot judgment.
Oh, my God.
Almark laughs in his heart.
It's a slow step like a turtle.
The truth is, I was going to do a tremendous fast-paced step like Gizalte, who fought in the summer.
But Almark's too fast step had completely controlled Polois' destiny.
Dad, I...
Almark unleashed his first thrust of the day with Poloise's torso.
Dull sound.
It was the dullest sound the audience had heard this day.
Along with the sound, Polois' body danced to the universe.
Dad, I...
Almark thought.
I knew I wanted to be a mercenary.