"Fine, let's do it"
Almark answered and received the sword.
I received it so lightly, I look like Colen clapped it out.
Do you mind?
"I thought you said you'd do it."
"No, that's right."
Put your head on like Coren was bewildered.
"I've been thinking a lot, too. Develop after you say no."
"The whole time Polois fought, he told me that you were aware of me."
That's what Almark said, waved his sword gently.
"I was wondering when you'd say that."
"Foresight."
Coren laughs.
"Well, I did want to fight you after the Poloise duel."
That's what I say, look at Almark.
"I didn't expect someone to bust the duel itself."
"That's... I'm sorry"
Almark gets annoyed.
"So I hurried, too, to try to stick with my compulsive logic."
That's what Coren says and laughs at.
"Well, that's better than the reason you told Garrell earlier."
"You said something fucked up."
Polois nods too.
"Something about being beaten up and it's worse to forget"
"Reason doesn't matter that much."
Almark answers.
"Because no matter how right the reason is, when you die, you die"
To the words, Coren distorts his face with joy.
"Fine. Best answer ever."
That's what I said, nod loudly.
"I knew you were the best, just like I thought"
Then, turn to Polois with all the momentum.
"Poloise, take off your protective gear. You're the witness."
Polois looked at Coren as if he were frightened and sighed.
Do you mind?
I say that and look at Almark, but I see Almark snort, and I sigh deliberately again.
"I don't know, but if that's what you decided to talk about, I can't help it."
Like I gave up, I honestly start taking off my protective gear.
"But we need another armor."
Polois didn't forget to add that.
"Because the only thing Garrell left behind was a sword. He left with his armor on."
"Don't worry."
When Coren says so and turns his back on the two of them, he walks over to the nearby bush.
And, he stuck his hand in the bush and took out his protective gear unwrought.
"It's hidden here"
"You're ready."
Almark gives a surprise voice.
"I don't know why I didn't want to be motivated from the start"
"That's right."
Colen grins and nods, gently tapping the removed protective equipment with his hands to pay off the dust.
"Since I saw you and Polois play at the martial arts tournament. Honestly, I admired your strength."
With that said, I walk over to Almark with my protective gear in one hand.
"I wanted to fight you."
"Morgen told me that, too."
Almark answers.
"It's not a tournament, but what are you gonna do with me?"
I look at Colen strangely.
"What's the purpose?"
"I don't have a purpose."
Coren shakes his head.
"It's my saga. When I see a strong guy, I want to fight. You can win. You can't win. Makes me want to try it anyway."
Coren glanced at the sky as if there was something there.
"I don't know what's in my mind, but I'm terribly thirsty. It fills me when I stand in front of a strong opponent"
Wear protective gear as if it had nothing to do with the movement of your mouth and you are used to it.
Along the way, squeaking like a blur and a solitaire.
"Oh, I can't wait"
Almark also slowly wears the protective equipment handed to him by Polois.
"Not that I have any idea how you feel."
As Almark said, Coren narrowed his eyes with pleasure.
"One battle is fine."
When asked to confirm,
"Of course."
The answer returns:
"I just need one. It's more than that."
"Right."
Almark also said nothing more and put on his protective gear.
Polois gives Coren his sword and the two of them are ready.
Polois, no problem.
Colen says.
"All right, both forward"
Poloise spoke up, and the two turned to each other.
Standing in front of Almark, Coren's tall height is even more pronounced.
"What about the name?"
Polois asks Coren.
"I don't need it."
Coren warped his face and shook his head.
"I don't need a name, a mouth, or anything. That's all there is to reason about."
A smile was disappearing from Colen's face. Coren, overlooking Almark, looked as if he were a carnivore with prey in front of him.
"All you have to do is fight"
I don't even know how to answer that, Coren said.
"Okay."
Polois nodded slightly under pressure, looking at Almark.
"How about you?"
"I don't need it either."
Almark answers quietly.
"And then we talk with the sword"
"Okay."
Polois nods, then raises his hands strictly.
"Put your swords together"
Colen raised his sword so he couldn't wait.
Almark slowly aligns his sword with it.
A moment of silence.
"Introduction!"
Polois screamed.