Wendy is calling Leila's name from the backup seat.
But Leila shook her head small over there and then came straight back to the athlete's seat.
My flaky hair is snapping on my cheeks with sweat, but I don't even seem to care about it.
The face was white as a doll and faceless.
Awesome just for a neat face, the welcoming Morgens lose their voices.
"Za, sorry to hear that, Leila"
Nelson speaks up, but Layla answers nothing.
Slip right through Nelson's side and stand behind the four of them.
"It was a good game, Leila"
Almark stayed forward and spoke that way to Leila.
"There was little difference with Rosfilia"
"No need for comfort."
With a hard voice, Leila answers.
"I know myself best."
"It's no consolation. Facts."
says Almark.
"You haven't lost anything. And our trust."
"Yes, I am."
Morgen nods.
"Leila is Leila when she says she lost. You were strong."
"Morgen is right. Nothing. That's not the end of it. You just have to win next time."
That's what Almark looks back at Leila.
"Don't turn around"
Leila said. The voice was trembling.
"Sorry."
Almark quickly turns back forward.
"You don't have to apologize. Because I'm just angry with myself."
Still squeezing out like that with a trembling voice, Layla said at the end with a small voice far from her usual.
"... sorry. Now don't say anything nice."
"... ok"
Almark nodded.
Either way, the fourth game is next.
"Reido, can we do this?"
"Of course."
Reido answers.
It looked like Morgen and Nelson didn't know what to do with the hitting Leila, but Leido was different.
Take the sword as usual and nod to Almark to show it.
"Girls are best left alone when this happens, Almark"
"Really? You know, I don't know that."
Almark is honestly surprised and then looks at Reido's face again.
"It's like you're not nervous."
"Well, you're always right."
I certainly don't see any feelings in Leido who answers that.
"The other Lugon looks like a great type from his shape."
"Yeah, you're the type not in our class"
Reido nods.
"Can we go?"
"I'll do something about it."
Answer rush.
"Raydo today is the one you can count on, Raydo."
Nelson says, Reido laughs and shakes his head.
"I'm the usual leidor."
"Anyway, it's about staying focused. If the stronger Reido comes out, you win."
Almark pushes caution.
If you don't have a bad habit of suddenly turning pale, Reido has comparable powers to Nelson.
"I know. Morgen, you don't have to look like that."
That's what Leido says, slapping Morgen on the shoulder, who is freaking out because of his nervousness and Leido's concern and care for Leila, and walking out for the game field.
"I'll decide to win. If it's going to be decided."
I'm going to leave something I don't know if I'm in that mood or not.
"Reido, please!
Nelson speaks on its back.
"Good luck."
Respond gently with your hands up to Morgen's words and don't look back any more.
"Wow. That's not the way it always is."
Nelson says as impressed.
"Right. I can count on you."
Almark nods too.
"The other Lugon looks nervous."
"The three pairs won't be around much longer. I'm usually nervous. Rosfilia's heart is specially made."
Nelson answers.
Indeed, unlike Leido, who floated into the center, his opponent, Lugon, swoops, making an irresistible move, as if it were Morgen at the opening ceremony.
"Looks like we should. You see the victory."
"Right."
Next to Nodding Almark, he stares at Reido as Morgen prays.
Even when the two names are read out and respond to the applause of the audience, Lugon finally lowers his head against Leido, who waves at the girls as if he were always doing the right thing.
He said Lugon was strong, too.
Almark sees Nelson.
"Oh."
Nelson nods.
"I like motor nerves. I guess the type that resembles the Ficke who fought Torque. I don't think you're ever gonna jump that far."
"I see."
"But I wonder how far we can go with that."
"Yeah......"
While we were talking about that, the game started.
Lugon moves after taking a quick time. Light legs.
"That's a good move."
Nelson squeaks.
"I was nervous because..."
Almark answers that.
"Maybe it's because I never want to lose."
In front of Leido, Lugon shows off his light-hearted legs.
Quick entry and exit. A good, stretchy poke flew in.
Reido calms it down.
All right.
Reido thinks.
I see it.
I can see that I am able to concentrate well myself.
Raido, who grew up surrounded by as many as eight brothers and sisters, has learned a lot about relationships in the daily hustle and bustle of his extended family.
How to treat my brother, who prestigiously orders anything from above.
How to treat my sister who quickly becomes emotional and fussy.
How to treat my sister, who is just a master of mouth.
How to treat my brother who follows me around.
The older I was, the more I was mentally aware that I was the most adult Leido had somehow.
When he enrolled in this college, Reido thought when he saw his classmates boasting about their powers as if they were fighting over the beast's territory.
These guys are all like our brothers.
So the way we deal with troublesome classmates has all been done with the application of how we treat our brothers.
Torque has an obscene way of treating his brother.
Wallis has a way of treating his brother who likes to be smart.
Leila wants to treat me like a big sister.
In fact, that worked.
The way you don't make yourself nervous is also the application of what you knit naturally in your life with your brothers.
Putting a certain distance from the matter, no matter what the troublemaker's sister makes of it.
Doing so, I see the cause of the problem and how to solve it.
Similar to that.
A battle in which the class victory of the martial arts tournament was suspended. A large audience watching over it.
Watching such matters with a step-by-step eye.
That's how Raido doesn't make himself nervous.
Leila put in too much.
Reido thinks.
That pure momentum was effective against opponents like Eston, whom Nelson fought.
But if we were to fight that Rosfilia, we must have needed a wider perspective.
Though strong and clever Almark seemed to notice around it, unlike any of his own siblings.
Lugon is light-hearted with his feet, but his expression is desperate.
The point is, you're a preel.
Reido remembers his youngest brother.
Like a preel, if you have something you want, you go all the way towards it without blinking your sides.
Then I know how to deal with it.
Reido calms down.
I can see.
Lugon's attack looks good.
There's nothing here that you want. Where it was, it's not yours.
Let him know that, and nature and momentum will be lost.
"Specially, I'll let you in"
Lugon remembers the day Eston told him that, as he did yesterday.
"You're the only civilian on my team. Encourage me."
With noble children making up about half of the class, Lugon had a sense that he was above the majority of them when it came to martial arts.
But I didn't know if I could make it to the tournament as an athlete.
There are only three women in the three groups. There are 12 boys.
But that's not the only reason.
Because I'm a civilian.
The Estons decided on team formation and order.
Rosfilia doesn't always know what she's thinking, but Lugon also found out what Eston and Polois are thinking.
Three groups of aristocrats win by showing their overwhelming power over two teams made up of civilian centers.
That's what I want to do.
So I guess all Eston's teams were supposed to be made up of nobles.
However, class commissioners Lux and others probably rebelled against the way they did, leaving the team.
So, Eston just had to put Lugon in.
Lugon also knew that he was just a few matches.
But today's game.
Poloise and Eston lost unnecessarily to keep standing.
Rosfilia, who left that Layla, was just fine, but the last thing to refrain from is Coren, the strongest in the class. Besides, Morgen only has the impression that he's been chosen more often by the players. It's more obvious than seeing fire that Coren wins.
If so, it's like Lugon's result of this game determines the team's overall victory or loss.
Students from three groups of civilians who have been treated like two armies from time to time and have atrophied.
It was the first time Lugon had ever felt like representing them.
After a nobleman loses like no other, I win as a civilian.
That's not my only victory. Nor is it a victory for the whole class.
It's a victory for our civilian students, including the students in the audience today who can't make it to the game.
So Lugon was too temperamental and terribly nervous before the game.
Once the game started, my body moved, but I stayed in the mood of being frowned upon, and I couldn't afford to assemble the way I fought.
Win.
Lugon just remembered that.
The opponent, Reido, calms down and starts attacking Lugon.
Strong.
This guy, would he have been so strong?
I think so, too.
But I can't lose.
If I lose, the civilians won't be able to count on me. I don't have to tell you directly, I get that attitude.
Well, then, nothing will change.
So, win.
I win.
Lugon doesn't stop.
Still, he kept attacking Raydo as he jeopardized his sharp poke, which came back from time to time.
Reido had seen through Lugon's attacks and had begun to turn to a deliberate counter-attack.
Playing Lugon's penetration with a sword three times in a row changes Lugon's complexion just as well.
I can't get what you want.
Reido feels like teaching his brother, and he goes forward.
Sharp poke.
Lugon desperately prevents it.
It's not yours. [M]
Reido's calm forward.
Lugon twists and retreats to be pressurized.
Reido is not many, but he releases an effective poke and gradually hunts down Lugon.
Come on, let's finish it.
Continuous attack at full capacity.
He leans his body against Leido, saying that Lugon has managed to see a viable path while desperately preventing it.
Raideau and Lugon's gaze intersect.
Lugon's desperate eyes.
The shape that devoured my teeth, wondering if I would ever lose.
Marlen.
It was Marlen's face, the youngest of the brothers, not his youngest brother Prel, that drove Reido's head at that time.
Marlen is the most connected of the siblings to Reido.
When Reido returned from college on vacation, he didn't even try to leave the side for a moment.
"I'm going to Norc Magic College, too, like Brother Reido."
Other brothers laugh at Marlen's words.
Idiot, there's no way you could let me in.
Reido is special among us.
Not to mention you.
"I'm coming in. I'm going to be like your brother, too. I'm going in too."
Bright red in the face, Marlen was telling her brother and sister back.
Leido couldn't have told me you'd let him in, either.
Right, Raideau told Marlen gently.
I hope you let me in, too.
Lugon's eyes were those of Marlen then.
The moment I thought so, I could see something hanging up in Leido.
Shit.
Even myself, I thought so.
Not good, not good.
Suddenly Reido's movements lack equilibrium.
The calm battle I had just fought is like a lie, and my hands and legs become unresponsive.
Lugon didn't miss it. It turns into a backlash of abandonment.
Raido prevents it.
I manage to recieve it, but the fever I lost never comes back.
I'm instantly cornered.
I can't see.
I can't see Lugon's attack, which I saw so much earlier.
Yet Reido's eyes clearly reflect the faces of his fellow voices in the backup seat behind Lugon.
Sorry, Almark.
Sorry, Nelson.
I'm sorry, Leila.
And Lugon's poke captures Reido's torso.
... Sorry, Morgen. And then, please.
Raideau sighed with her hands on her hips, slowly waving up to the ceiling.