--It's time.

　He clutched the spear to control his trembling hands.

　In front of me, the "Mightiest".

　The "Mightiest" who had suddenly disappeared that day.

　The "Mightiest" I had never been able to reach.



　The one I swore I would surpass one day.



　And now he's... He's looking at himself. He's holding the spear, looking only at Prim Lancaster.













"Let the fight begin!

　With that voice, Prim jumped out of the way, crawling as low as she could on the ground, putting all her strength into her legs.

　The distance between us was only a few steps. Just one step closer, and he was already in the cross spear's range.

Tsuneyama Jujyu: Meteor Ichiya

　The first strike was the fastest and strongest.

　The first strike is the fastest and most powerful.


　"If there was anything remarkable about Prim Lancaster's career, it was the number of first strikes he landed.

　She has defeated countless swordsmen with a single blow, and her spear is truly a meteor.

　This "Tsuneyama Juju: Meteor Iya" boasts the highest number of kills in the Colosseum.


　So...

　This is a reunion greeting.


Imitation: Prim Lancaster = Tsuneyama Jujitsu: Meteor Iya


　Prim's cheeks shiver with delight.

　Immediately after feeling the purple lightning-like fighting spirit, spear and spear collided, and the cross spear's scythe interlocked with each other.

　Before he could even feel the impact of the spear, Prim swatted it away and closed the distance between them.


Oh, that's a relief.


　I've trained. I've trained. I've trained.

　Since the day the "strongest" disappeared from the Colosseum.

　I worked so hard that I didn't even listen to the screams of my body.

　The numbness in my arm told me that my continued efforts were not enough.


　The man in front of me is still better than Prim Lancaster.


"That's why today... That's why I'm going to beat you today!"



　The Prim of the Crossfire is about to unleash a hail of bullets! I'll be back.



What is the best weapon?


　What is the best weapon?
　That is the starting point of the Jyoshan Jyu spear.

　It is the strongest when it can take the good points of any weapon and respond to all kinds of situations.

　Therefore. Even at close range, which is considered to be the weak point of the spear, the cross spear has no blind spot.

　As Prim closed in on Futa, he took his hand off the handle for a moment.
　Then, as he lunged at Futa, he shortened the spear and swung it as if it were a sword.

　One flash, two flashes, three flashes.

　Futa responded to the cross spear with a swing of his hilt.

　He was not concerned about the damage to his spear.

　If he shows an opening, the killing blow will appear.
　That is the true value of Tsuneyama Jujitsu.

　Futa's torso shook a little.
　Just a little. That was all it took for Prim to find a way to win.

That's it!

Tsuneyama Jujitsu: Crashing Star

　She was now holding the spear short.
　That was why she was wielding the spear like a sword at this close range.

　The movement itself was a bluff.

　The shortness of the spear's grip was a trap for the momentary gap that Futa had shown.

It's just a thrust.

　If it's just a thrust, all you have to do is avoid it.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　At that moment, by letting go of the handle, the spear handle "extends".

　As the spear speared right through the side of his face, Prim's mouth turned up at the corner of his mouth.

"A falling star! That's the name of the star that will fall to me!

　At the same time, Prim pulled the spear back with a mighty thrust.

　Like a sickle.

　This was the essence of the cross spear.
　The meaning of the cross spear is infinite. And one of them is that the spear can be handled like a sickle with a cross sticking out right next to it.

　I will cut off his head.

　A chill ran down her spine as she set her sights on victory.

Imitation: Prim Lancaster = Tsuneyama Cross: Meteor Shower

　A moment later, Futa's eyes intersected with hers, and she saw a clear will.

　I'm glad I noticed it at this moment, Prim said, opening her eyes.



　The hilt of the spear in Futa's hand was as short as she had been a moment ago.

　A flash of the 'sword-like' spear, swung far faster than Prim could pull it back.

"Ah!

　Immediately, as if throwing away the victory that had been right in front of her, Prim jumped sideways to get away from Futa.

　I'm not sure what to make of that.

　Her retreat, which embodied her words, was met with disappointment from the people around her.

　To their eyes, it looked as if Prim had won.
　They couldn't see Fouta's spear flying from the blind spot.

　But of course, there are good eyes in the audience.


　--Hmm... I thought it was almost over.


　--The Colosseum fighter. You can do this much?


　Of course the admiration of the watching nobles and princesses won't be heard on the battlefield.



I thought I was going to lose. I thought I was going to lose.

　As if to make up for it, Prim raised his spear.

　I can't accept this kind of defeat. It can't be. It's unforgivable.

　We've finally, finally met...

　Suppressing a surge of emotion, Prim faced Futa with a light tone.

　He looked at Prim with the face of a dog who had been kidnapped by his prey.

I thought I got it...

　I wanted to bark at him and tell him to stop fooling around.
　I wanted to bark at him and say, "Don't you think I've forgotten the many times we've played this game?
　I wanted to scream that I wasn't cheap enough to be beaten like this.

　But...

　The champion smiled.


"You're still as strong as ever.　


"Yeah.

　I slap myself on the cheek, the corners of my mouth turning up.

　Don't smile. What are you smiling about? Don't look so happy to be praised so clumsily by your enemy.

　Keep your mind occupied by desperately abusing yourself.


　If I didn't, I'd get carried away by a single word from an admirer.



"Yes, you are. I'm strong. I've been swinging my spear all my life to beat you!


　I jump out again.

　Sparks flew between the blades as they met, and cheers erupted.

　One match, two matches, three matches, four matches.

　Every time they crossed, a moment's thought - no, not even a transmission to the brain, just a spinal reflex of skilled technique and reading each other.

　The audience will not understand all of it.

　But still...

　"The fervor of Prim Lancaster, the swordsman, overwhelmingly dominates the scene.

　Many of the people gathered here had thought they would just watch from the sidelines as those below them dueled and spout a knowing word or two later.


　Many of the people in the room were caught up in her fervor, shouting like boys and girls in a sacred dance.


"There, go!
Why are you pulling? Push!
Oh, ......, I thought you were gonna get me.



Not bad.

　After putting the cup back in the saucer, Lilac stares at the field, muttering to herself.

　There is no way Huta can lose.
　Even though she knew that, her mind was still dancing with the clash of spears.

　It was a bit frustrating to hear the overwhelming cheers for Prim.

　Nevertheless, the spreading enthusiasm, the enjoyment that swept the place, and the atmosphere that seemed to be swallowed up were all very interesting.

　Lilac smiles to herself as she imagines the future.


"Go!　Come on!　There it is!　Yes!　Here's a special move!　Something great!　Let's create a storm!　It's so frustrating!

　The maid is more enthusiastic than anyone else, leaving her master alone.

　I'm not sure what to do.

"Go! Hooter. Hmph.


　--The heat of the sword was enveloping the royal palace.