center of the playing field.
The two players facing each other are Nelson and Eston.
Nelson isn't a small one either, but he looks a little unreliable in front of Eston's privileged body.
"You guys are filthy."
That's what Eston said.
"Ah?"
Nelson turns his bloody eyes with excitement.
"That guy just now. Oh, my God, it's the name thing."
Eston jawed the two sets of player seats.
"I hear you're from the north. It would be against the rules to hire mercenaries north of the killer operation for a martial arts tournament."
That's what I say, I laugh lightly.
"Teresa."
Nelson's complexion changed.
"Almark is only from the north. You call that a mercenary north of a murderer?"
"How much did you hire? Well, you wouldn't be able to give me a lot of money."
Nelson's lips trembled with anger.
"You insulted my people and my class."
"Insults are"
Eston shakes his head with a smile.
"It's a word I use when I have enough honor to be humiliated. Um."
It's Nelson.
Nelson tells me to slap him.
"It's a name you'll never forget when the game's over."
"I don't think so."
Eston can only afford it.
"But I will bear in mind your sincere desire to remember my name."
"Norish."
Nelson said the name to slap even more.
"Remember this name?"
"I think someone asked me the same thing before."
Eston shakes his head at the lack of interest.
"I'm sorry, but we don't even remember human names that matter. Look, Dr. Bowen's here."
Admitting Bowen approached him, Nelson teethed and swallowed words of anger.
"Nelson, you look so excited."
Morgen sees Almark.
"I wonder if you'll be all right at that rate. I guess I totally got on with the other guy's provocation."
"You must have ridden it."
Almark nods.
"I think I got on right away."
"Eh!"
Morgen had a blame. I look at Almark with my eyes.
"Because Almark won't let you calm down and he'll let you go to the game"
"That's fine."
Almark says with a cool face.
In Nelson's case.
He reads out his name and Eston gracefully gives it away.
Nelson waits his turn as he steps into small pieces.
Nelson's name was read out, and as he waved up his right hand with the sword to respond to it, one of the girls' loud cheers flew out of the audience.
"Nelson! Do it!
"If I lose, I won't know!
"Because if you don't win, I won't forgive you!
Hearing that, Nelson accidentally blushes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
And think in an excited corner of your head.
But, well, that sounds more like me.
Then slowly, align your sword with the other Eston's sword tip.
"Introduction!"
"Ahhhhhh!!"
Nelson came forward with a roar of temper enough to undo Bowen's voice.
A sharp poke of temper.
But Eston can take that just because I've been waiting.
"Oh, look!
Morgen holds both hands.
"You're doing exactly what Eston thinks you are!
"Yeah."
Almark nods.
But Nelson can't even stop me.
"Noah!!"
Nelson releases a thrust with his temper.
Eston takes it.
Nelson pushes straight into Eston's torso.
At an early age, Nelson did not doubt that his father was a knight.
So when my father found out he was just a knight's squire, he was discouraged.
My father asked when he could be a knight, but my father's answer was unexpected to him.
"The knight is the knight. The squire is the squire. That won't change forever."
Clear, different identities.
Nelson recognized it for the first time then.
But even my father can get a knight to take it if he has any handle on it.
My father looked at Nelson with a frightened face.
"Where do you say you can handle it?
A battlefield where you can set up a handle so you can be a knight. There is no such thing in this peaceful country.
So, what's a knight?
My father's answer was enough to crush Nelson's ideal, which he admired for a knight.
"A knight means someone who rides a horse. Don't go down the castle gate. Call me a knight for nobility."
No, it's not.
Nelson thought.
A knight is a brave man who wears armor, rides a horse, carries a long spear, and plunges into one letter without fear, into an enemy formation, into a demon.
"That's not in the story."
My father had no answer.
When he decided to enroll in the Nork School of Magic, Nelson thought this would make him a knight over his identity.
"Dad, I wonder if I can be a knight too"
"I don't know if I should be born."
"Dad, I'm not talking about knights like Dad serves"
"The knight in your favorite story is not in this world."
At least not in this country, my father said.
I know that thinly for Nelson.
So I decided to make it my way of life, not my identity.
Straight at all times.
Although it is difficult to practice and often bends over.
Nelson pushes straight in.
Eston takes that.
Take it.
Take it.
But Nelson's attacks will not stop.
Eston gives a slightly bewildered look at the unexpected continuation of the attack, which I thought would be interrupted.
Nelson doesn't mean to do that.
Straight, poke. Poke. Keep poking.
"Ooh!
Nelson exhales in the mood.
Still going on.
Poke. Poke.
I've been poking since right after the game started.
How long will this last?
The room just disappears from Eston's face.
The power of Nelson's poking grows more and more, rather than diminishes.
This is for making fun of my class.
Nelson counts with a head dominated by excitement and thrusts in full force.
This is for making fun of Almark.
The poked Eston tries to fight back.
This is for not remembering my name.
Without a fight back, Eston's sword goes around defense empty-handed.
This is for making Norish cry.
An even stronger poke. Eston's complexion changes.
This is for making Norish cry.
This, too, is what made Norish cry.
This, too, is what made Norish cry.
It's not just power. The rpm is rising, too.
This is for not remembering Norish's name.
Finally, Nelson's penetration plunders Eston's torso.
This is for making Norish cry.
Nelson doesn't stop.
This, too, is what made Norish cry.
This, too, is what made Norish cry.
This, too, is what made Norish cry.
Damn it. This is what made Norish cry, too.
The audience must not have really figured out which one captured the torso of the series of furious tao attacks that pushed over.
Eston's torso made a noise as he was crushed by Nelson's thrust.
Bowen's, "Until then!" The voice echoes.
"If you get on the provocation, you just got on"
Almark told Morgen to round his eyes.
"Nelson doesn't get lost, he gets straight and strong."
Norish waving his hands wide at Nelson, who proudly waved his sword toward the audience, was also well seen from the backup seat.