The Fuyo Cup also entered on the third day. On the first day, the number of contestants was reduced from 32 to eight.
Participating in the Fuyo Cup itself is an honor, so if you win so far, it can be said that you can be proud of a warrior as a martial artist. Nevertheless, Moore, who appeared in front of Aldis that morning, was wearing a grumpy aura.
"Now Aldis"
"what?"
Aldis responds shortly to Moore's call to sigh.
"A powerful person is selfish and domineering ... can't you really take care of it?"
Approximately, "I agree, but what's going on?
Judging from Moore's appearance, he probably entered sideways in connection with Marquis Holguin. The date of the Fuyo Cup has reached its turning point, and it was about time that the Marquis was about to turn his hand from the back.
"My opponent has changed."
"Really"
Aldis's tone doesn't change, just to say that it's someone else.
"Isn't that a very casual reply. Do you care who you are?"
"I won't fight"
"That's not it."
"What does it mean?"
Aldis asks the truth after Moore's words.
"My opponent has changed, nothing else, Aldis."
"me?"
Aldis rounded his eyes to a surprising answer.
"It's strange. What happened to the combination up to yesterday?"
In the second round of eight games yesterday, Moore has won the first match and Aldis has won the sixth. If you think about it, if you keep winning, it will be the final match. There is no reason to fight in the quarterfinals.
"Is there ever an unprecedented way to regroup opponents during a tournament?"
"No, it's the first case I know."
A bitter expression appeared on Aldis's face.
"Is there no doubt about the payment of Marquis Holguin?"
"I'm not good at it. I'm neither a disturber to the Marquis. You're both winning, so you'll feel like you're smoky. I'm going to drop just one of them now. It's an idea. "
The Marquis may be eager to eliminate the offending Aldiss until the tournament reshuffles, which was unprecedented for the Fuyo Cup. Soul-bold It seemed that she tried to get Aldis and Moore to fight each other.
"It's easy to understand."
"Oh, it's a stage to show my power. Even if I make a mistake, I'll be in trouble if I or you win."
As long as it's a win, if you keep winning, it's time to hit Moore. That is inevitable.
However, the combination was in a convenient form for Aldis and others. Anyway, I wanted to fight the finals with Aldis and Moore together and thoroughly kill the Marquis' face, but I wouldn't be happy if this kind of mess could be taken.
"I'm sorry, Marquis Holguin's doing what I'm doing. I was wary of thinking that it was time for darkness."
Moore's eyes were very serious, even though he was crazy.
Cumulatively, "what a small item does is similar everywhere you go. At first you use sneaky means that you can not reach. You will come to the direct means after failure."
"I wish I didn't want to fight until the final ..."
Moore shares a similar idea with Aldis.
However, in his case, it is a word coming from another reason. I was seeing Aldis's abilities in the world where Minerva was blown away.
Moore, who sighs, looks down at him, drops his gaze, shakes his head to the left and right, and convinces himself.
Bitches "Well, I guess I can't help vomiting that right now."
"That's what it was. Someone you know in hard times once said that giving up on life is important."
"Well, why are you saying you're going to win, isn't that outrageous?"
Moore glances at Aldis, who speaks words that do not seem to be aimed at his opponent.
"Did you not know, am I a swordsman?"
Moore reluctantly acknowledges the words of the black-haired boy who asks with a disturbing face.
"It's hard to believe, but it looks like it."
"Either way, if you fight, you'll know. We're fighting here and there."
"Of course"
Moore probably knows it. He showed it off and agreed with Aldis.
"But as long as you're also playing as a duke of the Duke, you can't afford to show an unnatural match. I'll go seriously."
"Of course"
Aldis grinned with a short answer.
At the start of the game, Aldis and Moore walk alongside the center of the arena.
"Well, Marquis Holguin will laugh with a good face."
In response to Moore's awkward voice, Aldis turns his gaze to his seat.
There was a man like a small officer who had seen Moore's first round in the first round. Marquis Holguin, the backgound of the attack on Minerva.
Probably the annoying Aldiss who played for the Duke of Nilesteria are looking forward to crushing each other. Aldis and Moore knew that their full smile wasn't due to their hopes for the match, but to their satisfaction with the success of their tricks.
"I don't like that guy's thought ... "
Fuyo Cup "What is going to end, that face will turn red with indignation. I hope you please please now"
Fuyo Cup Aldis decided to compete for that.
Moore briefly looks into Aldis and looks back. He seemed to find something after two steps, and when he turned to Aldis again, he showed a stunned expression.
Fuyo Cup "You still go out for that-"
"Hello, this is the end of the slap. You're enemies."
Intercepting Moore's words halfway, Aldis chose the same weapon as in the second round and proceeded to the starting position as instructed by the referee.
"What a nasty thing ..."
Moore left, shrugging, and was forced to take his sword and shield and walk himself to the starting position.
As before, the judges will verbally explain and warn the rules, and the signal to start the game will finally sound in the amphitheater.
"let's go"
Moore jumps out straight at the start. Aldis did not wait this time and stepped forward from himself and intercepted it.
When the blade of a trial sword is swung down from one side or the top, and swung on one side or sideways, a sword strikes and a high pitched sound is heard. It reminded me of a formal start ceremony.
After releasing the first shot, the two take a distance, and at the timing they have agreed, stand at the middle point of each other and shift their positions counterclockwise by three steps. Two swords that change angle and meet again.
"Do you want to make it?"
Moore goes down half a step back and pushes out. Aldis sought to counterattack it with a downshot.
"This time-"
Tobata But the counterattack is defeated.
Moore, anticipating Aldis's counterattack, raises a shield secured to his left arm. Rather than extrude, a shield of force slammed into Aldis.
"That!"
In a short haircut, Aldis stops him with a sword, and just kicks in with Moore's left arm.
"As you read!"
Moore, on the other hand, dared to step forward rather than dodge or avoid.
The power of kicking is created by centrifugal force around the trunk. As a result, the distance that produces optimum power is not very wide. It was natural that the closer to the shaft foot, the lower the centrifugal force and the slower the swing speed.
"And then ...!"
Aldis, who was killed by the power of the kick, suddenly bends his knees to change the target of the attack, but simultaneously gives up when Moore's shield moves into defense.
At that moment, the offense and defense changed. Moore released his left hand, holding the shield's handle, and flew a small stone crush from the palm of his hand into Aldis's eyes to see when he was hiding.
"there!?"
Surprisingly, Aldis turns his head and avoids hitting his eyes. Moore turned his sword without overlooking the gap.
Aldis admits the disadvantage and immediately moves away. When the shield was pushed with the sword's head, it used the momentum to fly the entire body backwards and take a distance.
The spectator's seat gets heated in the breathtaking battle that took place in a short time.
Aldis and Moore's swordsmanship was by no means spectacular among the contestants who were allegedly talented. The swords of the military elite wield are each sophisticated, giving the viewer the illusion of a scene of the story. On the other hand, the Ardiss are swords that are odorless and reveal human indecentness. Both were sword skills polished in a battle where blood, sweat and mud were mixed.
It can be said that it is a sword as a fang of a human beast with kicking, blinding, and deception. There is no beauty like a work of art there. Uplifting, but many would have felt the vibrant and wild beauty.
A momentary tension lurking in a flowing movement. At the same time, the ruggedness of the opponents aiming for the opponent's chance made them stand out.
"As expected from a mercenary"
Aldis is impressed by Moore's ability to respond.
"Well, before I joined the army, I was fighting against people who have both habits and lids."
"Yes, that's what mercenaries are."
They are no different from aristocratic children and young men who can be taught in their childhood from an early age, or soldiers who are trained as disciplined groups. Aldis has lived in a world where his employer was an enemy today, standing alone on the battlefield.
I don't know if Moore has had the same experience in this low war world, but I can only imagine that the position of mercenary used as a handyman was never a blessing. We are not fighting for pride, honor, or lord. The mercenary business is a little inconvenient to pass through a beautiful way of fighting.
"I don't even know how to fight gracefully. I'll tell you about each other in advance."
Moore answers Aldis's declaration lightly.
"I don't complain in such a place."
"I guess."
After looking at each other and smiling, Aldis kicked the ground and resumed the fight.