Coren is in the middle of the match, looking around the venue.
There, in slow footsteps, the last player walks by today.
The 30th player to step onto this playing field.
Morgen.
Reach the center of the playing field and face Colen.
Morgen drops his eyes at his feet and never looks Colen in the eye.
Frequent silence.
"Your class, you're strong"
Suddenly, Coren said.
When Morgen accidentally raises his face to that uninhibited voice, he meets Colen with a smile.
"Polois and Eston are pretty strong. They're not such easy losers."
The eyes are glittering with pleasure.
"It's funny, you guys. Especially when it first came out, was it Almark? I would have liked to try it with him if I could."
I can't find the words Morgen returns, and when he shuts up, Colen says with a smile on his face.
"This tournament is over in our game. Let's make it a good game."
Grab the hand offered and shake it off.
Shake hands before the game.
The audience applauds the sight greatly.
"Oh, take it easy."
Nelson says worryingly.
"We're going to fight."
"Coren feels a little different from his opponents before."
To Almark's words, Nelson nods.
"Oh. You said that before? He used to play with me. He's a good guy. I don't know, innocent."
"But you're strong."
You know what I mean?
"Yeah."
Almark nods.
I can tell by the inconsistency.
Unyielding innocence would be the flip of intense confidence and pride.
I haven't seen Ain's game, which would be the strongest in a pair, with this eye, so I can't tell for sure, but perhaps among today's contestants, Colen is the strength to contend for one or two.
"Morgen!!"
From the audience, there was a loud voice.
"Come on! Don't lose!
"Buyer."
Nelson speaks of the name of the boy who became the only alternate of the two men.
"I feel like I'm gonna hear his voice for the first time today."
"The buyer said he was discussing Morgen and the alternate with us until Wallis couldn't get out."
Reido says.
"In this situation, I guess I thought buyers had to support me too"
"I've been thinking about women with narrow shoulders."
Nelson shrugs his shoulders.
"He's the one. It's been a rough day."
"Right. I'm sure it'll reach Morgen."
Almark smiled and saw the backup seat.
When Buyer's tall voice reached his ear, Morgen loosened his cheeks slightly.
Thanks, Buyer.
If it's true, I'd love to fly right over there and support someone in the last game.
Morgen's body tremors never subside.
I can't go.
That last one, it's me now.
Morgen looked up softly at Colen.
I'm sure I could have shaken your hand earlier.
I was also surprised by the cold sweat in my hands.
That his hand was shaking in small pieces.
I have no choice.
Morgen thinks.
Scary stuff, scary.
I don't like it either, but the more I try to strengthen it, the more tremors I can't help but come from the bottom of my belly.
If you hadn't eaten up your teeth, I'm sure your back teeth would have stayed rattling all the time.
I have no choice.
That's me.
I've watched everyone fight up close today's game.
And it hurt.
Even excite yourself, like Nelson, to fight bravely with that momentum.
Cutting off everything else for a goal as far as Leila.
It's a chilling split like Reido's, and keeping yourself the way you always do.
Not to mention staying with strange serenity and intensity like Almark, coming to the game for fun.
I can't do it very well.
Bowen the referee stands beside the two of them, and Colwen's name is read out first.
Coren slowly raises his right hand with the sword and responds to it.
There's no flashy performance like Polois, no clear tricks like Eston's.
That's why Morgen understands.
Coren is strong.
When his name was read out, Morgen panicked and bowed his head.
That seemed hilarious, laughing with applause from the audience.
Often, that's how they laugh at me.
There are a lot of bad things about Morgen.
Whenever I always try something like that, they laugh at me even if I don't mean to.
I hate that, and while I feel like hiding somewhere every time they laugh at me, I've taken that up with a smile on my face.
I laugh when I do something I don't like.
That's what people thought it was.
But Almark wasn't.
From the time we met until today, Almark has never fooled Morgen.
Almark spared no honest praise, even when he saw his magic, which was relatively and clearly inferior to other classmates.
Even the martial arts tournament practice painfully knew I was moving badly, but Almark never abandoned me and figured out a way to win.
So Morgen isn't afraid to be laughed at anymore.
Because I can be sure that there's only one person who definitely won't laugh at me.
For those who want to laugh, let them laugh.
I have Almark.
Bowen urges them to match their swords.
Morgen raised his sword first.
Coren, who sees it, nods small and puts his sword tips together.
"Getting Started!!"
Bowen's voice.
The last game of the day began.
Morgen shouted out loud as he made the mistake of flying aloud.
"Come on, come on!!"
The voice turned over nervously.
Coren raises a single eyebrow. Another sneak laugh leaked out of the audience.
"That's fine."
Almark shrugged.
"Morgen, that's fine."
Morgen has words that he cares about like an amulet.
That night in Wendy's winter mansion, there was a raid by mercenaries from the north.
The first words Almark said to Morgen, who wandered over to the mercenaries who had raided early on the day of his arrival.
"It's okay. I have you and me. I'll figure it out."
That day, Almark slaughtered several adult mercenaries on his own.
The heads of the mercenaries also fell down on their own, wounded.
It's really insignificant what I could have done on that occasion.
But.
Almark did not deal with Morgen down there.
Me and you.
Almark always treated Morgen equally.
Morgen or something. Morgen time.
Only Almark would be stronger than any of them who use words like that about Morgen, who was accustomed to those words himself.
He put "you" anytime right next to "me".
"You're afraid of the sword."
In practice, Almark told Morgen.
When Morgen nodded, Almark raised his index finger and indicated to Morgen.
"Just once. Can you stand the opponent's attack just once?"
"Once...?
"Morgen, you have good eyes. You can tell by the opponent's eye or body movements that the opponent's attack is coming. So I get scared."
So, Almark said, looking into Morgen's eyes.
"You can only stand the fear once"
For Morgen's good eye, Almark had noticed from very early in the practice.
It is also caused by the perception that the opponent's attack will arrive and he will soon fall back on his back.
It was also Morgen who first noticed it and raised his voice when the equilibrium of Leila and Rosfilia's offense broke out in today's game.
The speed at which your body, sword, and punch in. I don't get that right away, and Morgen doesn't have a lot of talent in that regard.
So if Colen and Morgen play the game, Colen will win 99 out of 100. That's also so overwhelming that it won't be a game.
But if it's a battlefield battle, there's no second time if you lose.
Same as that. This tournament is a one-time competition.
If it's just one battle.
If it's the first time you two can see each other now.
"Morgen will win."
Almark shrugged again.
Coren turns off her smile and gets a serious look.
No matter how funny Morgen's tricks may be, Colen never licks his opponent.
That's the kind of boy Colen is.
That big body gets even bigger in front of Morgen.
Eye illusions brought from fear.
Even if you know so, the confident figure of Coren grows big enough to cover Morgen's full sight.
Scary.
Colen's penetration will surely be faster than Almark's when he practiced, than the torque he fought on the last day.
Scary.
My hips are going to pull.
It is only one word of Almark that supports Morgen.
"You can only stand the fear once"
If that's what Almark says, I believe it.
Morgen opened his eyes.
Don't miss Colen's one-by-one throw.
"The first guy to take a step is great."
They say it's Nelson's father's word.
Almark's father, Reyes, said something slightly different.
I guess that's a word that comes from my experience as a mercenary.
Which is more right, it doesn't mean.
But Almark preached his father's words straight to Morgen before the game.
Raise's voice rises to Almark's chest.
Look, Almark.
"Make no mistake when you come forward"
And.
"If you decide to leave, don't hesitate"
Don't hesitate, Morgen.
Almark squeaks in his heart.
First blow.
The operation Morgen gave Almark is simple and lucid.
The only way for Morgen, with no skill or strength, to win.
Can be dealt the first blow of the opponent.
Colen stuffed up an appointment with Morgen.
Fast.
Much faster than expected.
Morgen still fought his fears.
Look.
Make a move on Coren.
Don't miss one thing.
Move.
Move, my body.
Don't hesitate. Don't hesitate. Don't hesitate.
It tasted like blood from eaten teeth.
Colen's poke is released.
Perhaps a tremendous rush of speed to compete for one or two of all of today's games.
"No matter how fast"
It's Almark's word.
"If you know you're coming, you're gonna get hurt."
Almark, if you say so, I guess so.
Morgen thought.
If you told me I could win, I would.
If you told me I was strong, I could be as strong as I want.
So if you say I'm brave. [M]
Colen's poke tore the sky apart.
That's not because I'm brave.
A poke with Morgen's whole body spirits pierces Coren's torso.
My courage is yours.
Almark.
You are my courage. [M]
"Until then!!"
Bowen's voice sounded.