Welcome to New Vegas! - I'm making some sneak DP money not to find out about the dungeons.

When I walked into the room, Luli hugged me.

"Yu, well won!!"

"Oh, I managed to win."

Then Mr. Nati, Sebastian comes closer too.

"Mr. Yu, that was an amazing game. Congratulations."

"Oh, thank you"

"Yu, don't forget we have another game"

Of course I haven't forgotten.

Sebastian, who tightens it firmly, is still a competent assistant.

That's where Mr. Elle came back.

"Whoa, Yu! What was the last one? I didn't see it at all. He was stabbed when he found out."

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Wahaha, then you don't have a choice. I'll tear you apart next time."

"I'll see through Mr. Elle's moves, and then I'll win."

Yes, Mr. Elle hasn't made that move this time. That move doesn't make any sense to me, but it was the last one that was killed.

And like Elle said, we're not going to finish this tournament just this time, because we're supposed to win it again at the next tournament.

You'll still have to work out so you can handle that move by then. So we don't expose ourselves to each other yet.

Not to mention my lack of clapping is incomplete. You can't talk about such weaknesses.

"You'll tell me, won't you?

I just said "I can't" because Luli has said so.

I thought they wouldn't turn me down. I'm looking at this one with Luli's mouth open with a poker.

"You need to work out your mental side more. I have no choice but to be angry, but to have more control."

"Ugh...... All right, sweetheart."

Well, I haven't even done that at all. Why don't we grow up together?

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"Okay, let's move on to the second semifinals game! First, the King of the Beast World (Lion King) Gard! Against is the mysterious swordsman, but its strength is the real Musashi player!

"Now which one will fight Vader waiting in the finals! Let's get started!!

Early in the start Gardo packs the distance. Musashi, by contrast, sets his sword on his sheath.

- Living together.

Originally, I learned to speak of pulling a knife out of a sitting state, but now the knife extraction from a standing state was pervasive enough to say that it was also a sitting state.

Maybe thanks to the swordsman who uses those three swords.

Shortly before Gard wields his right arm, he puts himself in the other's pocket and pulls out a knife.

Few things have kept up with that speed.

"That's fast..."

Yes, Mr. Potty and Crunchy El.

"Sure. But Gardo's got a piece of paper."

Yes, Gardo was scratching the blow with a piece of paper.

But there was some bleeding from the flank. Did you even use some kind of skill, or is it the effect of its sword speed? It wasn't supposed to hit me, but it was wounded.

Without healing that wound, Gardo continued his attack. Musashi also pulls out his sword this time to deal with it.

Each other's attacks were a streak of blows that would have killed them if they had eaten properly.

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I didn't expect my offense to work this far...

Gardo thinks so and sees the man in front of him.

"I'm strong, you"

"Well, compared to earlier people, we haven't had each other yet, have we? I was skipping workouts here."

"You think you can still be strong? It makes me hope."

"This way, let's enjoy each other and kill each other"

He thought and responded that he would be ignored because he was a faceless man. And I was having fun......

Then I have to live up to it!

There's no damage to my game earlier. Except for the spiritual ones though. I've never had a harder time than that game before.

When I heard it later, they said that the lady didn't remember. I guess I was fighting with instinct alone. She was a horrible young lady.

And the man now in front of me is creating that atmosphere again.

I never lost in the Beast Nation. Am I afraid?

Move your body as if you are forced to shake off the idea. The man who sees it also packs his time.

Even trying to release a punch or a kick is far from decisive. Besides, the opponent's attacks were also gaining sharpness.

If what he said is true, does that mean the body he was skipping is slowly coming apart?

Each other's attacks at the beginning are gradually inclined. To my disadvantage, of course.

At first I was just chilling. The qualifying round was also just punching him at the mercy of strength.

I was able to get the top results, but it was true that many of my guys up there were surprised by what happened.

Let's admit it.

Let's start by acknowledging.

- I'm weak. Still weak.

But I won't let that end. If you're weak, you can work out.

You just have to work out and be strong. You just have to learn how to fight. I can still be strong.

The man in front of me shortly after...... no, my consciousness was interrupted when I saw the thrust that Musashi had unleashed pounding into my throat.

When I woke up, it was on the infirmary bed.

"Lost..."

"Good luck. Dear Gard."

It was Lesta, the leopard beast and my testimony who called me that.

"Oh, you've lost"

"I lost. But he's so strong, you shouldn't care."

Resta had also fought Musashi in Game 2 and lost lightly.

I guess I was feeling the strength of Musashi from that experience. But...

"Lesta, it's like you knew I was gonna lose, huh?"

"Huh?? Why -! I was there for you! I was all over it!"

I feel like I'm in a hurry, and Lesta says she was backing Gardo.

"Then why are you in the infirmary? You just lost, and you're here too soon?"

"Ah...... No, that, um..."

Lesta to get all sorts of things going. I laughed when I saw it.

"Gu Ha, I mean fine. Resta, I'm gonna be stronger."

"Yes! I'll serve you until I see you."

"You and Rasta are going to be strong too!"

Lesta looks amazed. Because you're a woman, that face doesn't look right.

"Let's work out together. So I'm gonna blow a bubble at the guy who lost."

"A? (Because I can't) Dear Gardo, do it alone."

"Did I say something?"

"- Yes, no! Good luck!"

Then Rasta jumps into the infirmary.

"Dear Gardo, are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm fine. You see, it usually comes at this time, Lesta."

"G......, sorry dude"

"What are you talking about?"

"No, no, that's okay. Shall we go back to our seats?"

That's why we left the infirmary.

"Dear Gardo, even if you go back to your seat, the final is tomorrow, so there will be no more games."

"Hey, what!? Was it tomorrow??"

"That's what you said."

"I didn't hear it because I thought you guys were listening"

Ha, and Rasta with a big sigh. What, do you take that attitude? I'm great, but do I behave like that?

"At last, Master Gard will fight that Tengu mask by calling it a third-place match."

"Oh! You can fight him! I don't feel like someone else, that masked one."

"It's an odd encounter, we feel that way too"

Seemed kind of rude to me, but now I feel good, so let's forgive him.