Tilea’s Worries

Since we got to the basement arena......

Mr. Ortizio started shadowing when he warmed up.

And Edim.

Prep exercises are important. Yeah, that's good.

It's just...

And this is about to pass another hour.

Shadow isn't the only one. I also do muscle tresses such as arm lift, abs, etc., and I don't have any spare time for pumping up.

Hot air is coming out of Mr. Ortizio's entire body.

What's so light about it?

I'm totally raising gear from low to top. How carefully do you warm your body?

"Um, it's been another hour..."

"Hmm? So what's up?

Mr. Ortizio just says what's wrong with it.

"I hope you're just tired of waiting, I'm not free either."

"You're a rascal. If you wait, wait."

"That's right. I have something to prepare for. You sit tight."

This is it.

Take it easy on yourself, because it's this attitude.

Besides, he complains about me just stretching my body a little and doing flexion exercises.

Just sit down.

The truth is, you can ignore the intentions of the two of you and go home...

They are both sweating on their foreheads and moving their bodies desperately.

I guess it's harsh to keep going home. Two people who work so hard are pathetic.

Yeah, I'll let you do whatever you want.

I sit in gymnastics and watch the two warm up.

This is my chance.

I'll find some improvements from the two of you practice and give you some advice.

First of all, it's Mr. Ortizio.

As he continues to shadow, he occasionally eats his uncle, who is in a pile on an oversized tappa. Gil, his subordinate, is kind enough to carry more and more, and he's eating it luxuriously by hand. A further beverage is this one. Looks like you're draining the carbonation. Are you thirsty or are you drinking very much?

I don't even feel a little overeaten or drunk, but Mr. Ortizio is not half as athletic as he is, so I can connect with him.

Uncle Kola, they are all extremely energy efficient. It doesn't make sense that you are eating the accompanying plum dried softly, but it is a great way to replenish energy.

Also, what about Shadow?

Shadows are supposed to be virtual enemies and punch. This is not just a punch, but includes all means of attack, such as kicks.

Virtual enemy, I guess it's me here. Imagine my offense, punching and kicking out while avoiding it.

Quite muscular.

Eighty-five points.

First of all, I have a hip in my punch. No one can take that one. A normal strong man, guarding that one, would end up breaking every guard.

Defense is good. Constantly guarding his left fist against his chin, he looks at the desk and hits the jab as well. While defending the steep jaw, it also turns into an attack. Exactly the style of the offensive. Just to greed, when attacking, I guess it would be best to rotate my fist a little further inward on the verge of extending my arm. That increases power and reduces wasted movement.

I have other points in detail, but when I say that, I have no idea.

In Ojo, Mr. Ortizio's militant style is complete. After that, incisive, if you train to the tunnel, you'll be able to climb high.

You really have a brilliant samurai called Oriental Kingdom.

Next, Edim......

Shadow also cuts up there, practicing magic and practicing demon bullets.

I guess I'm also the virtual enemy of this. Imagine my magic bullet attack, firing a demon bullet while avoiding it.

Not at all.

Thirty-five points, perhaps.

Lack of skill. Above all, temper is empty. Is there a strong hatred for me, or is he too much to put in?

If attack predictions are bad, then the flow of magic is poor.

If you warm your body because of this, it will slow you down.

Edim needs to consider how to train. Even to advise, there are too many pointers. Mr. Ortizio, the promising stock, is ahead for now.

"Mr. Ortizio, when you fist, your shoulders are slightly open. Try to rotate your fist a little further inward on the verge of extending your arm."

I've been watching and noticing things.

Mr. Ortizio then stops moving and shows me his Kyotong face when he suddenly calls out.

"Does this woman fox know the situation? He's going to kill me, but he gave me some good advice."

"Master Ortizio, you can't. We're just going to play matches."

"Oh, I did. This was just a match. It's just that unfortunate accidents happen in this hand."

"Yeah, unfortunate accidents at games are tough."

Mr. Ortizio and Edim are looking at this one with a niggling grin.

I see. I'm not attacking you if it's just a game. Whatever its contents are.

I was wondering. I should have exchanged vows with Mr. Tyrea, but how are you going to make excuses?

I wonder if this did not renege on your promise to Mr Tirrea.

Uh-huh, I feel subtle.

"It sounds a little tricky..."

"Hmm, what a trick. Look, I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to kill you."

Mr. Ortizio barks.

Edim put his arms together, too, and he's nodding yeah.

That's just changing "kill" to "accident", right?

"Well, fine. Actually, it's against my vows, but I'll keep it a secret from Mr. Tyrea."

"You. Oh! Tyrea," Mr. "! When it comes to puppets, I'm familiar with Tilea that way... yum, I can't forgive you!

Mr. Ortizio came tucked in high.

Shit.

I was always careful.

Mr. Ortizio is so natural that he loses his poison, he can't help it.

Not good. I think my remarks now were disrespectful to the princess of the Oriental Kingdom, the royal Tyrea. No matter how much I am allowed out of the aristocracy. My identity in the Oriental Kingdom in the first place is a doll, isn't it?

But hanging out with friends is what Tyrea wants. I want to respect the will of my dear best friend.

I didn't want to have a wave before, so I just refrained before the ministers were there.

I guess this is a good opportunity.

I wonder if there is any way to convey Mr Tirrea's true intentions here.

"Mr. Ortizio, listen to me. This is not disrespectful or working disrespectfully. Mr. Tyrea himself wants to be friendly. I only respect Mr. Tyrea's will."

"Damn. Surely Master Tyrea would say. But a minister would certainly be able to speak! You, are willing to keep up with Lord Tyrea's warmth!

Will this still happen?

Royalty and subordination, demolishing its walls is not the majority. Because it weighs hundreds of years of nation-building.

Not here, be careful. Let's reform everyone's consciousness.

"Excuse me. Mr. Ortizio was certainly right. It was frivolous."

"Naturally! You should have shot him in the neck right away. I will spare you the will of Lord Tyrea to kill him instantly. Well, it's an accident."

So you're working with Kill and Accident, right?

Mr. Ortizio is natural or... maybe a little like Mr. Tirrea.

"Damn, the unfaithful on top of the female fox... it's increasingly necessary to have accidents"

"Absolutely. Dear Ortizio, history proves it. Those who hold power over the patronage of the Sovereign will be crushed unless they are eliminated immediately."

"I see. You're the one who called the traitor superb here."

Really unscrupulous.

"... that's all right now. So, are you done warming up? From what I've seen, Mr. Ortizio better be in a cooldown. Edim, stop it now. No more, because it's too inefficient to look at."

"It's Edim. What the hell is this guy doing earlier? I'm going to say something a little smart. Are you looking down on us?

"You're absolutely right. I'm just getting a little stronger and in good shape. I'm appealing to women who can do it."

"I see. You're a conscious guy."

"Uh, yeah, I am. Ortizio remembers Tirrea very well."

"Naturally. That's what Tyrea said. Word for word, I'll carve it in my brain!

Yes, it is.

Word for word...... even though I don't seem to like using my head. Mr. Ortizio really loves Mr. Tirrea, doesn't he?

Then even as Edim hits Mr. Ortizio's tension slightly, the two of you won't stop cursing at me.

"So, there seems to be a lot of other evil behavior on the part of the traitor."

"Yes. Mires has been, for a long time. Even when I was in school..."

I think it's time for me, Edim, to hang up.

"Um, come on, or I'll go home. And that's all I'll tell you two. Make it final with this arrangement, will you? I can tell Master Tyrea any more when I get stuck. Anything for Camilla."

"" Become!? "

The two of them give a surprise look.

Mr. Tyrea is sweet... but Tim is. I'm still scared of being a high-ranking human being.

The effect was surface (tempered).

The two began to tremble in a gut.

"Mi, Mires, you have good things to do and bad things to do!

Edim comes in a hurry to protest.

No, you say that? What have you ever done to me?

"Oh, don't be afraid, you're a traitor. Even a serving monarch can be a tool of intimidation!

Mr. Ortizio looked at me and said, "Horrible. Terrible," he repeats.

No, no, I've attacked you seven times, day and night. You say that? Which one has a horrible personality.

Two people complaining a lot.

But in the end, they broke. Just like I said.

Tim gave me your name. That works great. Never again - or I won't act.

The two of you know this alignment is the last opportunity to attack me and should come up with a challenge ready to die.

And......

The rendezvous began.

Mr. Ortizio, confront Edim.

"Come on, whenever you want. Call me."

Mr. Ortizio raises his right hand up and his left hand down. It has taken the so-called dragon tiger setup and intimidated it.

Call me...

I couldn't even let you exercise prep. I wonder if there's anything else to say.

Well, okay.

"No, I'll give you the lead. Call me anytime."

I bend my four fingers and provoke them. Two people looking at it and putting up pictures and blues.

"" You can't afford it. Yeah!

Mr. Ortizio sticks with his anger. Late, Edim came forward, too.

Mr. Ortizio has a sense of combat.

Why have you listened to my advice and launched sophisticated attacks?

I wonder if it's natural.

Seems like he unconsciously understands my advice and naturally incorporates it.

Edim on the other hand......

No, no, no.

Too much waste in physical movements. Looks like you have a lot of vampire power.

"Edim, try attacking me consciously to connect a little more next."

"Ha! You can afford advice!

Yeah, I'm sorry, but I can afford it.

These two, no, I'm confident that even if all the galleries I'm surrounding are joining me right now, I can handle it. I know that they are also top notch samurai. that each person is a person of vessels comparable to the Great General of a country.

Still, not my enemy now. Because my physical abilities (specs) are unusual. You'll be able to put them together and kick their ass.

"Mmm!?"

Feel signs, avoid to the left.

A demon bullet passed beside it. Clash against the wall, smoke will soon erupt.

In the middle of the fight, a demon bullet was fired from behind.

Looking back, I had eyes with one of Mr. Ortizio's men. I can tell it was his fault. He looked like he didn't even know when he got my gaze on him.

"Um..."

"What?

"No, nothing."

That sort of thing.

Mr. Ortizio and Edim are grinning with Niyaniya.

This is why you two were strangely confident. I'm hungry to surround myself with numbers.

Huh.

I'm sorry.

When I put the two together, I was hiding my strength. I think that's why I saw it wrong. If it takes all of us, we can take them down.

I'll revamp the perimeter.

Only Mr. Ortizio's men are in the arena. They're staring at the desk.

You don't have to be there, you can call us all in grandeur. Because it's already broken.

And......

I began to see a rush in the gallery that had decided to stay still for a while. Whilst I am flat, Mr. Ortizio, Edim exhales blue. Because he began to shorten his breath with his shoulders.

You must have decided it was dangerous as it was.

Mr. Gill, the deputy chief, took command, and they all attacked him. I can't seem to stay calm anymore. He doesn't even try to hide his killer anymore, and his demon bullets and fighting spirit fly off.

It's like a battlefield.

"... is this a light match"

"Ha, ha, jeez, sometimes in real life you get surrounded by numbers?

"Oh, yeah. Ha, ha, that's where the actual format is aligned. Any complaints?

That's what Edim and Mr. Ortizio have been so eager to say.

"Well, so is that"

Again and again, I have no problem dealing with all of them. Experiments with Tim are scarier. How many times have you faced a crisis in your life?

Fine. All you have to do is kill him. I'm only a match.

Let me drop you gently and politely.

I take steps lightly with a ton. Each and every one of them in boxer style, punches a fist in his jaw and lets him faint.

And less than a minute later, he sank other than Edim and Mr. Ortizio onto the ground of the arena. We were both flattered by the sight, but Mr. Ortizio returned as soon as possible.

And when he shook his shoulder with a mess,

"Yes, if this happens! I'll stop the female fox. Edim, you're fine with me and everything. Bluff him with one big shot!

That's what I've said and challenged the melee ready to die. Edim is falling back and working out his magic. Looks like you're after one last round of reversal.

Mr. Ortizio, who is good at melee combat, has been making a real and earnest advance. Plus what I advised, I've been working out a lot of moves. You're getting better.

This could cause injury in one hassle.

Are you serious just a little?

Increases speed and power and embellishes Mr. Ortizio's attacks.

"Come on. Come on, this!

Mr. Ortizio is biting his teeth with regret.

In battle, I'm a long way ahead of Mr. Ortizio. Yes, don't regret it.

"Much better than the first."

"Oh, hey! Slap your mouth off!

Mr. Ortizio comes with an extra rush.

Flowy serial attack. With fewer wasted moves than initially, it seems comfortable to watch first-rate dance.

Fine, fine.

Let's change the rating to 88 points.

Mr. Ortizio, I have taste, so I have a tendency to work out.

Yeah, I guess I could take this one step higher.

I'm just going to increase my speed.

"Oh, hey, Edim, not yet! Hurry up!

No, I'll hold it. Don't worry, I'm attacking you with a critical line to do the archery.

"Hey, cursory! Hurry up! This one, it kills me."

That's why I won't kill you!

Well, I'm about as attacked as that. I'm sorry there because the practice format improves better.

"Ha, quick. also, I'm already conscious..."

It's okay, because I'll feed you a shot of caution.

"Yes!"

"Ho ho!

I devoured Mr. Ortizio's face with a punch of power there.

"Ha, ha, ha. E, Edim, what are you trolling about? Ah! That's why you can't. The half demons! There's so much you can't use! I feel like pulling my foot at all. Just do it. Always avenge the favor I laid eyes on you. The nasal paper you throw away on the side of the road is still more useful. You noroma, turtle, foolishness, half-chick!

Awesome curse.

You still said bad things about me.

Then Mr. Ortizio hits Edim with all the cursing noise.

Edim, by the way, had worked out quite a bit of magic.

That's right. If you grasped my strength, it wouldn't help with a half-breed demon bullet. Naturally, it takes time.

Good luck, Edim.

I think I created the best demon bullet I have.

Yeah, effort award.

You've worked so hard, I'll give you my compliments.

Maybe I can pretend I've been hit a little bit.

Immersed in such thoughts,

Edim stops the elaborated demon bullet in the air and releases momentum as it is. The flying demon bullets converged greatly,

"Gghhh!!

I crashed into Mr. Ortizio's back.

That hurts.

"Oh, you..."

Mr. Ortizio, your breath looks painful. It's my back.

"Excuse me. We had a collision."

Edim excuses himself with a firm attitude.

Then the two of them started battling on my own.

I guess it would be Mr. Ortizio's overwhelming victory if it were meant to be......

The damage done to the oversized demon bullet elaborated by Edim, and the fatigue of the melee battle with me seems to have sounded, repeating each other's battles in a good way.

... I wonder if it's normal.

Keep it up. The two are fighting amicably. You're right, Mr. Tyrea.

They're really alike.

I left the arena behind when I paid for the stains on my bread and uniform.

Tomorrow the hell begins with Tim. For me, this is the real deal.