"Morgen! Morgen!"
Buyer's excited, tall voice is echoing from the audience.
The yellow cheers of the girls are also rising.
Martial arts tournament final game.
of a game that was thought to be one-sided, an instant settlement.
To the unexpected winner, the audience was set aside.
But the winner who played the madness doesn't move with a hard look.
"No, you're not."
It was the losers who opened their mouths.
Colen says as he pounds his torso poked by Morgen with his left hand.
"I got hit. Morgen, you're strong."
Morgen couldn't answer anything.
Morgen's full-body spirited penetration did capture Coren's torso.
But Coren didn't make it faint.
It felt like I hit a sword on a hard rock.
Even torque, I had butt cakes.
Colen is smiling, looking as if nothing had happened.
"I didn't mean to alarm you."
Coren scratches his head.
"When I shook my hand, my hand was sweaty and surprised, and I was shaking."
That's what I say, I see Morgen.
"So now I know you're seriously going to beat me. So I did it for real, too"
"Yeah."
Morgen nodded.
Tremors were returning even now.
The only time the tremor stopped was when I poked Coren's torso, at that moment.
"And yet, I lost"
Colen said.
I see no remorse in that face.
The eye that sees Morgen of Coren is the eye that the strong acknowledge the strong.
"You're strong."
Morgen looks at that gaze and lays his eyes down.
"Let's do it again."
"That's enough."
Morgen shook his head in a hurry.
"I will never beat you again."
That was a sincere word.
"I could beat you, I used the first and last one today."
"Right."
Coren laughed uncontrollably.
"Did I lose that one time?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, you."
Coren then flips himself over and joins hands toward the three sets of player seats.
"Whoa! I lost!
Loud enough to sound all over the venue.
From the three sets of player seats and backup seats, you can't help but laugh and say, "If you lost!" The voice returns.
Eston is laughing bitterly too.
Polois has a flashy look.
Seeing that, Morgen finally got the feeling that he beat Colen.
"Thank you, Coren"
Coren looks back at Morgen's words.
"Don't insult me. Poke me for real."
Horribly fast, it was a real poke.
But that also allowed Morgen to take on a serious offense.
"If you had made fun of me and even put me in a feint, I would have."
"Don't talk like that, Morgen"
Coren shook his head.
"Your seriousness has been conveyed. So I took it seriously, too. Feint? I didn't have a choice."
"... yeah"
"Be more proud, you beat me."
That being said, it was at the same time that Colen smiled and slapped Morgen on the shoulder, and Morgen's victory was told on the spot.
"Look, they're calling me."
To Colen's words, Morgen rushes to bow his head again.
It was a funny trick, but no one laughed at the audience anymore.
A rainy applause poured down on Morgen.
Morgen kept his shoulders shaking and didn't lift his head forever.