--3 years ago. Principality Colosseum.

　Cheers with sparks.
　Fighting is interesting because you don't know who will win.
　Because you don't know who's going to win, you really want one of them to win.

　The cheers are for her name. Their names.
　On the other hand, the newly emerged supernova. Aylin B. Smiles, who has risen to prominence with her overwhelming strength, despite being fouled and forced to leave the ring many times.
　On the other hand, there is the beautiful sword fighting genius who sashayed into the previous season and stole everyone's eyes. On the other hand, there is the beautiful sword fighting genius who sashayed into the previous season and dazzled people.

　Of the 10,000 fighting swordsmen in the Colosseum, only eight are allowed to carry the title of "Eight Flashes in the Sky", and the sight of these two fighting continues to attract the attention of the people of the Colosseum.

　However, the cheering that had been going on like a wave turned into a scream with just one movement.

　Aylan, who had been outnumbered, threw a stone from the field that he had crushed at Prim.

　She tried to flick it away, but if she really tried, it would fly into the audience.
　Prim dared to take it easy and slammed it into the ground. It's not a difficult feat for her, but it leaves a very small void.

"Aah!" "！！！！

　Aylin smiles maniacally and dives into Prim's pocket, grabbing her by the hair.
　He grabbed Prim by the hair. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few.
　And then, just as you're about to twist your body to avoid it. The back of my head is grabbed.

　The back of my head is grabbed.
　The referee notices, and his eyes widen.
　But it doesn't stop. No one can stop it.
　Even though she knows that hitting him will result in a foul loss, as long as she can defeat the enemy in front of her, that's all that matters.

Requiem (Mad Eater)

　Prim's face was about to slam into the ground--that's when it happened.

　But then, Arawn's arm stopped. When she turned around, there was a man standing there.

I'm sure the Mad Eater was fouled when it made its preliminary move. ...... smiles

　Aylin stares at the grabbed arm.
　A moment later, death awaited Prim.

　Even the referee couldn't move, and the Colosseum exploded with cheers.

"Rezard. ！！！！

It's Rezard!

Where the hell did he come from?

　Tenka Hassen Ichinotachi. There was Rezard Blade Kid.

　He glanced at the referee, who raised his hand in a nod and announced.


"Aylan B. Smiles for foul play.

　Oh. And...
　With the back of her head grabbed. Prim clenched her teeth behind her bangs.

　This is not sword fighting.
　That's not the look of worry and disappointment you should be wearing when you come to this place.

　Foul play is bad. Techniques that kill people are bad.
　How I wish I could have argued that honestly.

　But...

　I can say this.
　I'm weak for taking such a hit.

　There are people who have the strength to bounce back no matter how dirty they get.

　In Prim's mind's eye, a swordsman.

　Azalea-haired, cheerful, flirtatious swordsman.
　The pinnacle of the Eight Flashes, standing before her.
　And the champion who sits on an unshakable throne.

　Then what am I?

　Sword fighting is a battle. Ultimately, any technique can kill a man.
　A swordsman knows this and competes fair and square to win or lose. They do not try everything possible just to defeat the opponent in front of them.

　And yet, it makes you feel like you're wrong.

　--You can't win if you really kill each other.
　--But that's not the point of sword fighting. It's weakness that makes you do dirty tricks.

　The cause of the conflict is undoubtedly...


"The winner, Prim Lancaster!


　It was that woman who walked away looking bored after hearing that declaration.



　As the winner, she thanked the audience.
　As the winner, as a thank you to the audience, she waved to everyone as if it was her duty, but her usual energy was gone.














　--The spectacle of the King's Landing arena. 　

"Prim Lancaster......?

　The text on the field was familiar to many.
　Quietly - no, through the machinations of the Lord Treasurer and the skullduggery pot, her name had been out in the open since the day she first stood in the stall.
　For this moment.

　That's why the spectators who came to the Spectacle would notice.
　This morning, they had come to the concession stand to recharge their energy for another day of cheering, but today there was no sign of her. The reason.



What, you're not Prim?
Preferential treatment?　That girl?
"Is she going to be okay?

　The spectacle hall began to buzz with the appearance of the tournament's first "special guest" player.

　Not many people know who this Prim girl is.
　Not many people know. Not only the nobles and senators invited by the government, but also everyone who frequents the store remembers her.

　The reason is.

"Human characteristics can be deceiving.
What do you mean?
"Let's say, for example, that you had a big, fat fork.
"What kind of metaphor?
What kind of metaphor? "Then the fork would stand out and you'd look surprisingly worldly without it.

　Her theory. Or, to put it another way.
　If you make her look distinctive on a regular basis, she'll remember you for that.

　Why was she wearing her fighting costume even in the store?
　The reason was this.

　A shopkeeper. A conspicuous outfit. Prim.
　With those three phrases, even customers who had only seen the concession stand from a distance could connect everything in their minds and dig it out from their memories, "That's her.

　The crowd was buzzing with excitement, and some of them seemed to be somewhat convinced.

　A man with two swords and a cowboy hat exhaled in disgust, "No wonder he didn't look like a normal person.

"Geez! It's monster versus monster! Some of the guards' twins were excited.

　And.

"Hey, Dad. It's Prim!
"Oh. --And from what I've heard.

　And from what I heard, there was an old man and a young girl in the audience.
　He narrowed his eyes and looked at the name of Aylan B. Smiles, who was going to face Prim.

"I wonder what kind of battle this will be.
"Hey.
"Hey. What's up?
What's going on, Beate?　Are you playing house?
Oh, let's just pretend you didn't see .......

　I'll pretend I didn't see it." The man gently covered the child's eyes as he laughed.



I'm not sure what to make of it.　First up, the qualifier, Aylan B. Smiles!

　The entrance gates explode with a bang.
　One on each side of the field, a girl in a dress slowly appears from the left side.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

The qualifying round was a stunning, unassailable victory!　You can say that the style of the young lady who sits on top of the pile of defeated opponents, which is still fresh in everyone's memory, has already won many fans!

　Oh!　And the crowd goes wild.
　And I think there was an enthusiastic call for one from the waiting room, but that too.

The way they won the preliminary round was tremendous. I was hoping for the same kind of breakthrough in the finals, too.

　I was.
　The audience was buzzing at the past tense of that sentence.
　But Aylan simply stepped onto the cobblestones of the field with dignity.

"She said. The moment she heard her opponent's name. "It's not going to be easy," she said. And then she continued.

　With a bang, Arawn in the field threw down his parasol.

　The parasol flew softly in the breeze and landed quietly outside the field, and the audience recognized the "difference" between her and the others.

　The armor on both of her arms is armored.

It's not a sparring session, it's not a training session, it's a duel.

　I'm not sure what to make of that.

It's not that it's not straightforward. The way he just wants to duel with his opponent is different from the Aylan B. Smiles we've seen so far!

　The cheers grew feverish.
　Aylin B. Smiles and Izuna Sienzan are the two most famous qualifiers.
　As they twisted and snapped their necks and tied the blond hair on the back of their heads back together again, I could only feel their enthusiasm. Their fighting spirit swells to a murderous intent, and their mouths are twisted in madness and frenzy as they try to defeat the fiercest opponent that appears.

I've heard of it. Have any of you ever heard of it? The Colosseum, the land of Shura, is a place where swordsmen compete with each other in a faraway land. As tens of thousands of swordsmen hone their skills, only the eight strongest are granted the title of "Eight Flashes of Heaven".

　His speech is passionate. But the saga of Aylan B. Smiles seeps through without barking.

"She is the woman who won the title of the Eight Flashes of Heaven and reached the seventh rank. But she says. But she says she wasn't inferior in ability. It was just too warm in there!　It wasn't interesting enough!　There's no one left in there I can't beat!



　Her elocution gradually accelerates.
　The crowd begins to rise and shout.
　I didn't know. I didn't know.
　The background of this mysterious woman who was so strong and had mastered martial arts.

"We've all beaten her once!　There are no comrades to sing with!　I have no comrades to sing with! Then let's go on a journey, destroy many warriors on the way, and show ourselves the strongest!　That's Arawn!　Arawn B. Smiles!

　Almost as soon as her name was called.
　She took off the one-piece dress that she had been wearing.

　Underneath was a pair of innerwear that looked like a swimsuit.
　The frilly decorations were pretty and beautiful and emphasized her well-proportioned style.
　A wild man's nasal cheers rang out like a rumbling earth.

　Armor clasped her arms to the elbows. Boots that covered his knees.
　But there was no protection for his limbs. Just a little bit of politeness, a little bit of ease of movement. Her costume specialized only in defeating the enemy.

　The large tattoo of "IB" on her side is Arawn Bearclaw's initials.

　The way she stretches out with her hands wrapped in armor, it's as if she's responding to the audience's expectations.
　Today you will see the real thing. It's completely different.

　We're going to see a new Aylan B. Smiles.
　That anticipation alone had the audience in stitches. 　


"I trust you'll see Arawn's true colors today... right, big brother?
"Yeah. After all, he's an opponent you can't beat if you don't take him seriously.


　And then...　I'm not sure what to do.
　As soon as the audience's gaze, which had been focused solely on Aylan, shifted to the gate on the right.
　They remembered. They remembered again.

　The qualifiers are only "lowly". The "preferential quotas" that are about to appear have the ability to be exempted from the qualifiers.

Many of you may have heard of them. Many of you may have been surprised by the names on the field. So I dare to introduce her again.

　A silhouette with two distinctive black tassels walks out of the white smoke.
　On his back is a spear. It's not the same as Arawn's, but it's a costume that highlights the beauty of a woman's body lines.

"Special offer. It is a quota given only to the four strongest warriors who can be observed in this royal city. The reason they didn't make it through the qualifying rounds is because if they were allowed to participate in the qualifying rounds, the hopes of all the other warriors would be crushed!

　But I didn't expect to see someone I was familiar with in that preferential slot.
　The audience's surprise turned to fever, and with a groan, they shouted the familiar "Prim-chan". Because this is the girl who was introduced to me, who touched my hand, gave me change, and gave me a smile.

In the past, Aylin B. Smiles introduced the name of the "Eight Flashes of Heaven". The reason we were surprised by the assassins from the Principality Colosseum is not because the warriors in the capital can't compete with them.

　A girl emerges from the smoke, dashing. I'm not sure what to make of it.

I'm not sure what to do. It was only with her presence that I was able to estimate the strength of the girl named Aylan. I'm sure some of you have noticed. This woman is superior to the Aylorns that everyone has seen!

　There was an explosion of cheers.
　At the same time, the Aylons in the field stared at the woman who came out from the front.
　It's a good thing that you're not the only one who has a problem with that.

　A smile on her face. The smile on her face is the cute, flirty smile she used to give to everyone at the concession stand.

　Oh, that's really why the Prim girl in the store, the girl who is the sign girl, is the one who is "better than that Aylin", the audience is reminded. 　

"For her, Arawn B. Smiles is her past. Aylan B. Smiles is nothing more than the baggage she left behind when she went on her journey. But then, just before this match, she said. This is a fight I can't afford to lose!

　There was a light thud on the cobblestones.
　She carried a cross spear on her back, her hands still facing the crowd.
　The only thing that irritated the woman in front of him more was the way he acted, as if he wasn't even interested.

　That's why. That's why Arawn senses it.
　The hidden hostility. The fighting spirit she feels so strongly.
　But he doesn't feel it. That's why it's so "lukewarm" to Aylin.

"A swordsman does not merely defeat his enemies. A swordsman is not just a man who defeats his enemy, but a man who defeats him head-on with the skills he has developed. Denying the opponent is not the basis of sword fighting. A swordsman is a swordsman when he is able to praise each other's good fight, and when he is able to make a fist fight with the intention of not losing next time. --That's why you're wrong!　That's what she said. This is...



　Standing in front of Arawn is Prim, who finally looks at her opponent.

It's a battle to make him recognize his own strength and his opponent's weakness!

　Pulling out the spear from his back, Prim spun the spear gaily and danced like a pole dancer, drawing cheers from the audience.

"Strength to defeat the opponent!　Strength to overcome the opponent!　Which one is stronger?


　The two of them face each other in the cold battlefield, despite the excitement of the actual situation.
　The cheers were even louder than at the Colosseum.
　It's supposed to be a game between a mere concession stand vendor and a newbie who's only shown three preliminary games, but why is it so exciting?
　They didn't really know.

　But the cheers on their backs were familiar.

　Prim took it in stride, and Arawn tossed it aside as unimportant.

"Good day to you. Prim. I'm so glad we're facing each other again.
"Well. What about me? I'm not so sure. I'm not happy to face you at all. But I think it's time to settle this.

　Shura dismisses Prim's argument as lukewarm.
　The swordsman who refuses to accept Arawn's claim as strength.


The first match of the finals. Aylin B. Smiles versus Prim Lancaster!　Let the match begin!


　The referee raises his hand, and the girl holding the spear says, "Take a breath.

　The girl holding the spear says.

I'm not sure what to do. "Prim Lancaster, Princess of the Bright Night of the Everlasting Mountain Cross.

　The girl with the hair removed replies.

The girl holding the spear says, "Prim Lancaster. Aylin B. Smiles, Siren of the Dead Mountain and Blood River.

　She kicks the ground at the same time.



"Scatter in the night sky, like a meteor!
Let's sing ...... until it sinks and disappears in a bubble!