Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Well, I encourage men to fight harder.

I get it. I get it. But that's enough.

There's also a draw without a winner.

"It's time, isn't it? What's wrong with your arm?"

"The samurai tremble. I'm not exhausted or anything!

"Talk about your strength. I lost...... I wish I could say that"

"That's our dialogue! You're not feeling too well."

Down to one side, now the other way around...... another rousing.

That's pictorially monotonous. The sky is blue and the sun is seated.

Let's depict something else. I'm free.

The passers-by pass by with a surprising look at the arm wrestler heating up the warrior.

At first, the audience I was looking at also began to look at and bicker at the smartphones.