Nelson shook his head like disappointed at Almark, who didn't even change his complexion.
"Can't you even reach my voice? Then there's no choice."
With that said, set up a sword with the protection of the Spirit.
"Then let me give you a name. My name is the Knight of Gabel..."
"No need."
Almark coldly blocked Nelson's name.
"There will be no tomb marks in this forest. I don't need a name for a corpse."
That's what I say, poking my sword at Nelson like I was in a hurry.
"Let's get this over with"
"Right. Don't you need a name?"
Nelson snorted, then grinned.
At that moment, the stage looked brighter.
Not just because the fog cleared up.
It's like another light lit the stage.
A sun-like smile, in stark contrast to the dark-eyed Almark.
The students who know the usual Nelson must have seen the usual boy Nelson there.
Everything starts with a voice, a smile and a loud peek at the boy's face as he engages and brightens his surroundings.
"But name it!
Nelson's voice echoed the auditorium.
"I thank the one who slashes me. That's my way of life."
Almark looks nosy.
"Whatever you want."
"Don't hesitate, then"
Nelson turns his chest away, pointing his sword perfectly at Almark.
"Nelson, the knight of Gabel. For peace in the kingdom and unwavering loyalty to King Amor."
Almark gives the word a bitter face.
These are the knights.
Tell him to throw up.
"Never say it's for me"
"What's so blind about other people's light?"
Nelson answered.
"Because I lost my light."
"Don't want to."
Almark laughed.
"Don't talk rationally, knight. If you want to talk, talk with your sword."
"Where I Want It More Than Originally"
Nelson laughed back, too.
"No."
Nelson kicked the floor.
Shake it up and a blow from the big upper section.
It's not like practice.
Nelson's eyes were burning.
Finally, the eyes of an ancient knight, circled against the good enemy.
Fine.
Almark instantly switched.
The face distorts with a vicious smile.
Take it and stand.
The dull sound of the two swords hitting each other decently, sounded.
"Bye."
Morgen raises a voiceless cry on the stage sleeve.
"Those two, what are you doing? It's not like practice. The paint, the sword paint."
"It's evidence of getting into the role. Funny."
Wallis laughs calmly.
"I'll follow. Everyone, prepare for the unforeseen."
To the words of the leader, the students of the performance nod in relief.
"Spare sword, I wonder if there was one"
Morgen ran behind the scenes.
"Quite a blow"
Almark, who took Nelson's sword lightly, laughed, saying so when he pushed Nelson back.
"I've never seen anyone like you before."
Almark keeps his left hand slipperily lowered and only his right hand horizontally.
"Maybe you could kill me."
The sword put together the black darkness.
"I hope so, knight."
"Swordsman Almark."
Nelson answers sadly.
"I don't sneak to see that a man like you can't decide his own life."
Nelson's sword brings together the seven-colored light of the Spirit's wings.
"At least you can pull the curtain with this hand."
Nelson kicked the floor again.
Almark's sword takes Nelson's slaughter like a slap.
Twice, three times and Nelson's sword roars, but Almark keeps his left hand lowered to spare and continues to roar.
Whenever the two swords bump into each other, light and darkness intertwine and sparks scatter.
The sword holds together. Light and darkness are Wallis' improvised follow-ups, but the two who got into the role never cared about it either.
It's a shame.
During the intense meeting, Almark says calmly.
"Ten more years, no, at least five more years"
That's what I say, turn to counterattack.
When Nelson barely takes a sharp blow, the next one flies in without getting in his hair.
When I took it with my sword, Nelson's body flashed behind me in its weight.
"Gu."
Nelson groans.
"If we'd met five more years later, you might have crossed me."
Sadly, Almark rolled out one sword after another.
Swinging like nothing, every blow of it was all about the speed and weight of the special.
Nelson happened to be on the defensive side.
"You can't beat me now"
Almark says sadly, Nelson distorts his face.
"Not yet."
That's what I say and try to turn to counterattack, but Almark's sharp sword muscles won't allow it.
"No use."
Almark said coldly.
"The difference between me and you can't be filled with temper."
That said, I play Nelson's sword big.
Nelson took two steps and backed off.
"Too bad."
It was when Almark said so.
"Come on, Nelson!
A loud voice came up from the guest seat.
Nelson's father's voice.
Nelson's father was staring at his son all the time standing up from his guest seat.
"Step on it!
That's what I scream.
But now I wasn't alone.
"Come on, Nelson!
"Don't lose!
"Win me!
From the general public and students alike.
One voice after another.
There's a downpouring cheer for Nelson on stage.
"Wow."
Buyers on stage sleeves look back at Wallis with a surprising voice.
"Wow, this. This is so exciting, I've never seen it"
Wallis loosened his mouth as he manipulated his wand.
"Oh. Let's keep this up"
"Nelson, don't lose!
One loud Nelson's father's voice. But there is no one to look back on.
Because there was a similar voice of support, both from its surroundings and from its seats away.
As held back by his voice, there is strength in Nelson's arm.
Nelson kicked the floor three times.
Almark takes that blow.
"Can you hear the voice of Gabel's people?"
Nelson's improvised dialogue.
"A lot of voices push this back. Supports me."
That's what I say, strike down Almark's sword.
"For whom do you wave the sword? For yourself."
"I don't hear anything."
Almark laughed.
"All you hear is the sound of a sword."
"Pity."
Nelson's sword added strength.
"Turn the voice of those who believe into power and fill the five-year difference now in this moment"
One blow. Two blows.
Nelson's sword presses Almark.
"That's the knight."