Brother Juma's evasive behavior was brilliant enough for you. Because even though it's not weird to hit all those numbers, one or two, it seems like you're avoiding everything. I don't see any injuries so far.
I'm still too fast to see it. But if the attack hits, the movement slows down a little, and then I can just see it, too. I don't think the fact that I can't see means I haven't hit it.
"Radield's pretty surprised, too."
"That's right! Juma's avoidance of attack is like the world turning upside down!
Looking at Mr. Saura, I think there's a real surprise breaking through the sky. By the way, in the Ortusside audience, almost everyone seems surprised at Mr. Saura's level. I guess it's about Mr. Gill, me and Aska as usual. Aska didn't even know how to fight Brother Juma in the first place.
"Whoa, that sounds inevitable."
"Yeah... pretty, big, huh?"
Hacked and gazed at the voice of the narrative. Mr. Radield then began to collect the fireballs that had been scattered countless times towards him. Looks like they're turning them into one big fireball.
Oh, well, that's just...! Not bigger than the scaffolding of the match venue!? You said you were in a remote position, but this one feels terrified. I guess we all feel the same way because we hear a twist from the audience.
'Don't worry about the audience.' Cause no amount of power has the effect of an attack outside the match venue. '
'Oops. Arsh... don't worry, I didn't even let the Demon King's high-powered attack go through! Juma could get hurt just a little bit. "
I felt the relief breath leaked out of the audience as well with the follow-ups from the two of you in the commentary. Exactly. It's a big thing you gave your father's name, the Demon King, isn't it? It's highly credible.
Or is it that much of an attack, and Brother Juma just needs a little bit of it? No, maybe you're just saying that to keep me from worrying. Ugh, worry!
While doing so, the big fireball moves out for brother Juma. You're so big, you're moving so fast there! Brother Juma! I managed to stop where I was going to accidentally close my eyes and stare at them firmly.
Until the end, you see it right!
"Juma, I'm so desperate!... is that it!? Are you working on your magic?
'Yeah, yeah, sounds like it. It seems to gather all the magic of physical strengthening, usually wrapped around your whole body, in your fists. But in that...'
"Buh...! Well, I'm sorry if I hurt you so badly, no matter how much Juma you hit besides your fist!?
My heart made an unpleasant noise to my father's voice screaming like I was in a hurry. But I can't stop now, and if I stop here, I'll regret it more than anyone else... brother Juma. I'm sure your father knows that, too. So I'm sure, I won't stop. I also believe in Leki's medical skills.
So, but...! Please, stay safe!!
The sound of a grunt echoing in the back of my stomach called Doon...... echoed the entire venue. I'm sure the fireballs hit it straight, the spiky black smoke filled the match venue and I don't know what happened. Did you hit my brother Juma or did you take it... wait for the smoke to clear up in harassment.
"... have you decided"
"Yeah, probably"
Looks like Mr. Gill and Mr. Shrier figured out the results as soon as possible. Ugh, I'm curious. When I gazed at the venue, I could see the venue a little bit more.... That, the venue, it's not gone?
"Oh, that's just what happened! The whole venue is gone ooh!? Is this okay?!?
'... uh, don't worry. The venue itself was originally fragile. It seems easy to repair. I'll have a little time to play the next game, but I'll be back to normal'
"Oh well!? I worry about the venue, but not that way, and the players!? What happened?!?
Mr. Karina is in a great hurry. You're my father around explaining the venue before the Juma brothers. Well, thanks to you, I know you two must be okay, but as commentators, I feel disqualified.
'It's okay over there. You'll be hurt badly, but you don't have to worry because we're both ghosts.'
"The resilience of the ghost tribe is weak. If it was someone else, it would have stopped right there. '
What, that's not okay!? No matter how many ghosts you say are resistant to injury, you're too worried you're hurt!?
Even though I felt reassured, I was worried and I saw the venue with the momentum to get myself started. Mr. Gill is insignificant and is strengthening his ability to keep him from falling.
"Ah, yes, there he is...! Uh, could it be, a showdown?
The smoke is finally clearing up and the whole venue is starting to look good. Among them, what I saw were Brother Juma and Mr. Radield, who open their distance wide and fall on their backs in the rubble. We're both bleeding pretty bad. Shh, splatter......! Broadcast accident! No, I didn't shoot it in the footage!
"Huh? What happened in the end? Shrier!"
Aska must have checked too. I don't know what's going on in the end and what's happening now! And, he wants an explanation. I want to know too! Mr. Shrier did, and he prefaced and explained it plainly.
At that time, Brother Juma, who had all his magic wrapped around his fist, took Mr. Radield's great flame only with his fist. At first glance, it was that behavior that seemed reckless, but it was probably the biggest defense and offense Brother Juma could do right now, Ms Schrier says.
He said he probably wouldn't have been able to avoid that attack. So the right way to get your whole body to wrap up magic and be thorough defense. But it seems Brother Juma tried to defend and attack at the same time. That's the way.
As a result, brother Juma took the flame with his fist. At the same time, he said, he released a mass of magic against Mr. Radield. There is a collision between an attack and an attack, and that explodes in the center. Mr. Radield didn't think he was going to fight back, either, because he couldn't defend himself again, so he was morose of each other for the aftermath of each attack. That's how they both got blown up and up to now.
That was happening in that moment... Brother Juma went into battle, wasn't he? Um, so, is this battle going to be a draw? Neither of us is going to move while we're down and... hmm? Ahh!
"Oops!? Juma, you're up. Ah! Flirty, but I did get up now!!
Shh, wow. I'm standing there in such a mess......! From there, Mr. Kron began to take the count. Listen to the count thrilled. And.
"Ten! Radield, I still won't get up, so this battle...... with Ortus' Juma victory!! Guzz, I'm impressed. Ah!
The reality of the tears echoed through the venue, and cheers just cracked from the venue. Wow, wow! But more importantly, we're dealing with injuries! Turning around, Leki was already about to head to the holding room with his medical bag.
"Juma has grown in this game."
"Right."
"It hasn't changed where we're going for a reckless attack. Totally. I saw Juma's face when she fell. Ah!? She was laughing happily ever after!
Saura has a pungent face against Shrier and Gill, who speak with a guardian's gaze. Although it is a guardian's gaze.
Oh, my God, Brother Juma won. It was a goal, to Mr. Radield. Now that you've won twice, I hope this time you can call me by name.
Brother Juma remembered to ask for the opinions of various people. Looks like there's still some place that's iron free, but I'm sure it's going to get stronger. REALLY RELIABLE! I play high touch with Aska sitting next to me and share the joy. When Brother Juma returned, he decided to send a grand word of celebration to his heart.
After a while, Brother Juma, wrapped in bandages everywhere, came back to the audience laughing happily. Even though he is in a state where he is seriously injured to see it, he is kelloggy. While I think you're really sturdy, it hurts so much that this one I'm looking at flaunts my face. From behind it I put my arms together and the grumpy face Leki also came back.
"Brother Juma, I was watching! Congratulations!"
"Whoa, Meg! Thanks!"
Running over to my brother Juma quickly and talking to him, he laughed at me at my usual rate, so I'm horrified. I knew you'd be fine, but I knew you'd be relieved to keep me healthy in front of you.
"... thanks to you"
Suddenly, Brother Juma mouths in my ear and whispers thank you. Is that about the secret story back then? I didn't do anything just listening... Oh, but I thought I'd see how we practice and try to defend and dodge. Let's try to put into practice what Mr. Saura and the others have always said.
By thanking you now... do you mean that you realized that you were able to grow by trying? You said you were stretching. I wish I could have helped! I replied by laughing.
"But you're so hurt... are you okay with the next game?
Yes, the game now is still the second game for Brother Juma. The winning brother Juma is holding back the next game. Besides, it's the adult department, so I don't have a break, and I guess I don't have a lot of time to take a break because it keeps going.
Between the venue repairs you'll get a little rest, but no matter how perfect the treatment for Leki was, it healed easily, I'm worried because it won't.
"Hmm? It's gonna be okay, okay? It's hard to move after bandaging, but you can take it off during the game, and it doesn't matter if it hurts a little bit."
"You've decided no, you idiot"
Leki stares at the back of Brother Juma's head as he makes a statement to take the bandage in a floating manner, slapping Sparn with a brochure.
Medical representatives are scary when they piss you off... they're called Dr. Rudd, they're called Maryla... You're wearing a bandage, but you slap him in the back of the head relentlessly. Probably because I know it's okay there.
"Clearly, Red Ghost, you're a seriously injured patient, aren't you? If it wasn't for you, moving one finger would be hard. No matter how hard you think it is, the damage is definitely accumulating. Doctor stop. Even considering that it's a ghost tribe, it's severely banned from exercising for at least seven days, and it's not like the next game. Abstain."
Leki's power was reminiscent of Dr. Rudd, who told him pale with his sitting eyes as he twitched closer to Brother Juma. You're starting to look alike...... wow. But his opponent is brother Juma. Naturally, I'm not convinced, yep!? and voices of protest.
"I won because of you! I'm looking to win!! I'm fine, okay? It hurts a little and we can still fight!
Look, the way Brother Juma looks when he booms his arm around or jumps on the spot to show it, he does look fine. But Leki's diagnosis can't be wrong either. Are you sure that's such a serious injury? I'm curious, but I guess it's true. Leki gasped at Brother Juma's right arm after a long sigh.
"Huh!!
"What's the matter, Red Ghost? I didn't do anything about it."
There was momentum, but certainly Leki just grabbed his arm normally. But brother Juma is distorting his face. Yikes, it hurts......! Even that Juma brother!
"I was wearing all my magic around my fist, so I'm straining this arm the most. I mean, the most serious injury is to this right arm. Surely you can fight. You can fight even with such injuries if you are a ghost. But if you do any bad at all in the next game, your fighting power will drop all at once. There is no guarantee of healing. You can ignore my advice, but I don't care what happens. You made up your own mind, so you wouldn't regret it, would you? It's just a martial arts tournament, and you can tell me that I can't use this arm for the rest of my life, right?
That's so much injury...! Brother Juma is just swallowing the word without saying it back.
But you must regret it. I was hoping to win. But!
"Brother Juma, I'm more important to Brother Juma's body. I don't think this is the time to do it."
If anything happens here, it's because Brother Juma is nothing else to regret. Quickly grabbing the hem of his clothes and saying so, Brother Juma, who looked at me like I was in trouble, murmured, "Okay," after a brief silence, in such a small voice that I could hardly hear him.