--Arena Spectacula.

　The right hand gate that exploded.
　The crowd cheered even louder than when Arawn appeared.
　A young man walks through the white mist with a sword at his hip.

　At last.
　Aylin lifts the corners of his mouth, knowing that he has finally come this far.

　It's not the first round, it's not the semifinals. Much less the preliminaries.
　The fact that she is ready to take off her dress and start fighting at any moment before she enters is proof of that.

　Coming in is the reigning champion.

　Champion Huta.

"The First Martial Arts Tournament to Commemorate the Construction of the Spectacular Arena.

　In a frenzy. The girl's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Who has contributed the most to this fervor?

　There are many answers to that question.
　There are probably many answers to that question, but she says with a fervor that seems to block them all out.

I'm not sure what to make of that.　I'm sure there are many more.　It is true that the achievements of these and other warriors will surely be talked about for years to come. But...

　The walking man did not wave back to the crowd or threaten his opponent, but simply stepped onto the cobblestones with dignity.

"The third round of the preliminary round. The third round of the preliminaries, in which he analyzed the skills of every warrior and brought the heat to the audience.

The first round of the finals. In the first round of the finals, I brought the heat of the fierce warriors who showed up and took the top spot for myself.

In the semifinals, he fought a fierce battle against His Highness the Lilac. In the semifinals, it was a fierce battle that left no one in doubt.

　The spectacle, shaking like the earth, was already in full swing.
　After the two girls set it up that way.

"Let's hear it again. No, let's say it differently.

　A pause. Right after even the sound of her small intake of breath echoed through the arena.

"Who is worthy of the crown of the first tournament!

　A fervent call from Huta.

　The man who one day wanted this more than anything else was standing there. 　

　Acting like he didn't care about anything.

　I was overcome with emotion. The heat in my chest was boiling so hot that I felt like I was about to burst with emotion, and hot tears were threatening to fall from my boiling glands.

　But she told me to endure it.
　But endure, she said, with a blithe face and an irreverent attitude, "Be a wall.

　With no emotion in sight, he gently places the sword at his feet.
　Then he turned his wrist to lightly tone his body.

"I have defeated the most powerful man in the qualifiers. I've beaten the most powerful man in the kingdom!　Then there's no choice but to take home the title of champion!　That's what I thought!

But!

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

Futa said, if you don't put down Aylan B. Smiles, there's no point to it!

　Aylin B. Smiles has that kind of prestige.
　That's what she said in a big way.

　The crowd exploded into a frenzy.

　And so it would be.
　They'd seen Aylan's games before.
　The way he had survived the qualifying round was, in some ways, even more impressive than Izuna's heroics.
　The guards, who knew Prim Lancaster's ability, were all impressed with Aylin's ability.

　And her ability to beat Richter L. Klingbloom, the second most powerful player in the kingdom, was also worthy of guarantee.

　But...

　But the heat, the cheers, the louder it gets, the clearer it is.

　--The louder it gets, the clearer it becomes.

That's why this is the final, a battle worthy of victory!　I'm sure you'll be able to find something that will work for you.

　I'm sure you're right.
　The power of his persuasion is immeasurable, and the excitement for the final is at an all-time high.

　The calls for Futa continued.
　It was inevitable.
　Compared to Fouta's history, Aylan was more focused on "winning", but there was no doubt that his game hurt his opponents' fans.

　When it comes to which team to root for, I suddenly find myself leaning towards Futa, as a kind of revenge.

　Of course, Aylin was used to this, and it was not worth worrying about.
　The only thing that was unexpected was the cheering for the champion.
　But that was trivial.

　Because the man in front of him was only looking at himself.
　Oh, that's right.

　It doesn't matter if he cheers or not.

　You and I are the same Shura.

You and I are the same Shura. "Let's listen with everyone and smile until the end!　I'm sure the final commentary will tell us more when we win!　Huta--Pomodoro!

　At this declaration, Futa finally looked up.


　He looked around at the audience and then back at Arawn.

The referee is General Mion, as yesterday. There's some kind of propaganda here today, but I'll skip it. Please take care of Lord Treasurer.
"Commentary by me, Lilac. Live commentary by Pasta-chan. Please bear with me, everyone.

　The two sisters smile next to each other.

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

I'm sure you'll understand. "By the way, did Futa tell you that this is the final?

　Pasta removes her hand from the grimoire and moves her mouth slightly with an unconcerned expression.

"Yeah. That's pretty much it.
"......, huh.


"And so... the match begins!


　At General Mion's signal, Huta took a stance.

　Today he was completely empty-handed. I'm not sure if it's the same style as the Aylons in front of me.

　Futa's fervor swelled to a full-blown call.
　You'll be able to find a lot more information on the web.

"...... Ah. I've been waiting a long time for this moment.
"What's the connection between you and me?
Mmm-hmm. I'm sure you'll be able to understand what I'm talking about.

　He shook his head loosely.
　She took Huta's perception for granted.

　I'm sure you'll agree with me.
　When Futa raises one eyebrow in a puzzled manner, I tell him.

"For example, suppose you had someone who was stronger than you and closer to the top. That person is not interested in you. --Don't you think that's natural?
It is.

　I mean.
　She just sees strength in you.

You were strong. The strongest I've ever seen in my life. You had the most unshakable strength of my life.
......
"So, champion. I'm sure you lost interest in the arena and quit, didn't you?　It was very, very frustrating for me.

　She gently placed her hand on her chest. She said as if to say.



"Oh, really. If only I had been there in time, I wouldn't have bored you so much."



　Glazed.
　Her eyes were tinged with madness.

"Air Aria.

　Instantly, Arawn kicked the ground.
　After a spectacular somersault, he landed with both hands, swung his legs like a wheelbarrow, and aimed for Futa's face in a complete surprise attack.

　But Futa avoids it with a slight sway.
　As the wind whipped lightly, she raised the corner of her mouth in amusement.

"Oh, oh, oh -- let's chant, let's chant. "Oh, oh, oh-- chant, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant, chant!

　As soon as she was dodged, she flipped her body and kicked him in the back with a relentless knee strike. As soon as he was dodged, he flipped his body and kicked him in the back with a relentless knee strike, but Futa avoided it by shifting his right leg.

　This is a great way to make sure that you don't get caught in the middle.

I'm sure you've heard of it.

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to say my name now," he said, his mouth tightening as he continued to avoid all of the blows.

　But there was more to his words.



"The next holder of the right to challenge for the title (・・・・・・・・). Aylan B. Smiles.



What?

　A slight shake of the torso.

"Aaah!

　"Aaah!" Every slip, every crevice, was fodder for her. Every slip, every crevice is easy prey for her. A fist inserted into the gap is a clean hit to the abdomen.

"Huh--

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

　Futa was the first to be hit, and the shock of it sent the crowd into a frenzy.
　But Futa rubbed his stomach lightly. He looked up.

　He was so tough that Arawn, who had been swinging his arm to bite Futa's throat, would have been surprised if he had been the least bit swayed by the pain.
　But Futa had no intention of attacking, he simply evaded her blow and muttered.

　The holder of the right to challenge for the next title.

I didn't know that.

　And.



"Oh, my brother got hit first!
I'm not sure what to make of that. But for Futa, it's probably just a light hit. The body is capable of dealing with any kind of warrior, so much so that he is even considering a fist fight with a blunt and durable warrior. In other words.


"You mean ......?
"Aylan is a mere lightweight in front of Futa.
"Does ...... mean he's a lightweight?
Yes. You can use your hands to take away the strength of your opponent. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. That is how Arawn wins. It's a bad idea to go for the one-hit kill.

　In the midst of this commentary, the crowd cheered even more as Futa was truly unfazed by Aylan's fists.

　It was a relief after the scare.
　In the midst of their cheers, Pasta narrowed his eyes just a little.

　He knew that they were fighting, exchanging some words.
　And then Huta had been attacked.
　Pasta was not a warrior. But I couldn't believe that Futa, who had struggled so hard to land a blow even against the Ocean Big Wave, could so easily take the first hit.

　I knew it," he said, stroking his lips as he pondered the preliminary research he'd done in Aylan's room earlier to introduce him.

　Why are you so obsessed with Futa?
　That's what I asked her.

　Pasta remembers her answer well.

　--The champion is a symbol of those of us who have risen from the mud. That is the name of the strongest. Is it so wrong to want to take them down with our own hands?

　The one who crawled out of the mud.
　Pasta could definitely smell the same odor from Arawn as he did.

　Oh, what an evil man.
　She lowered her eyes to the ground. She lowered her eyes and stared at her hand as she removed it from the mage and muttered.

"You're not like ...... us. You're not like us. You're an idiot who jumped into the mud on your own.

　You can't see that from the outside.

　I didn't tell Aylin about the fundamental difference at that time.

"Take responsibility.

　Aylan B. Smiles may have selfishly felt this way.
　But it doesn't change the cause and effect you've created.

　As a result. There are people who have followed you to King's Landing.

　It is surely for her sake and for his.

　That's what Beatrix M. Orba rationally decided.
　Returning to Pasta Pomodoro, she shouts.

"So this is where it all begins!
"...... Yes.
'Princess?
No. I'm sure you'll understand if I don't keep you up to date.
I'm not slacking off that much!　I'm not slacking that much! What happens if Aylan gets a blow from his brother?

　I'm not that skittish!

"That depends on Futa, I guess.

　Pasta didn't know what she meant by that.
　Perhaps it was the domain of the warrior.
　Lilac's gaze never left the battlefield.
　For some reason, she was annoyed that all she could do was ask for help.
　At the same time, I realized once again how much I hated the princess in front of me, who had set this up as if it was some kind of revenge.

What do you mean by that?

　But that and work are two different things.

'You have two choices. Either you go with Arawn, or--





　It wasn't impossible.
　There are several ways to earn the right to challenge the champion.
　One is to reach the position of Tenka Hassen Ichino Tachi and challenge for the title once every ten days.
　One is to be challenged by the champion. One is to be declared the challenger by the champion.

　The first is to win the final tournament of the season.

　For Futa, it was one of the most bitter memories of his life.
　The next day, the final day of the tournament was scheduled.

　He didn't know what the outcome of the final was.
　But I'm sure.

　Aylan B. Smiles vs Minase Lowell

　I can vaguely recall that the card was Aylan B. Smiles vs.
　I disappeared quietly against the backdrop of the excitement of the final being the first match between two women.

　If Aylin had won, she would certainly have been the one to challenge Futa next.


　A fist flies.
　Futa evaded and simultaneously swatted away the arm.

　But it was the one and only correct answer. Whether she was evading or catching, she was definitely using him as a starting point for a joint move.

　Don't underestimate Arawn's slenderness. Her toned limbs were more powerful than they appeared, and even Futa would not be safe if she was grappled.

One more day. I've been lying awake at night thinking about the fact that I could have challenged you one day earlier.


I see. ......
Yeah, well, I hope you have a great time today!　Come on, sing--sing!

　Aylan B. Smiles' strategy is very similar to that of Richter L. Klingbloom.
　Aylin B. Smiles' strategy is similar to Richter L. Klingbloom's. He will throw everything he's got at you.

　However, the difference between the two is that Richter is always at his best, while Aylan's strength is always increasing.

　The same goes for his outbursts at the sight of his own blood, and the way he doesn't care if he gets hurt or not. And if you take into account the fatigue level of the opponent, Aylan is the perfect child of battle, the more he fights, the more he fights to his advantage.

　The "Nocturne" ends in failure, and fist to fist the two are evenly matched.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and what you need to do to get it.




I'm not sure what to make of this.
I'm sure you'll agree.　I'm not sure about the maid!
"I don't know.

　In the event that you've got a lot of time, you'll be able to take a look at the web site and find out more about it.
　The older man who seemed to be the guardian of the child nodded his head in understanding of Leafy's intentions, but at the same time she made a delicate face, wondering what the situation was.

"Yes. I'm not sure what to make of this.
"I see...uh, Wind, right?

　I'm sure you'll be able to understand why.
　In her eyes, I see someone who also lives to kill.

Her fight is different from mine. She is reckless with her life, with her pain, with her suffering. She only fights for the strong. ....... In that sense, she's a lot like a gladiator.
I don't want to be lumped in with them.
I don't want to be lumped in with them. Hahaha, maybe not in their professions. I don't want to be compared with her. The difference between finding value in a fight and finding value in victory is much greater than you think.

　Swordsmen say that the stronger man wins.
　But I'm sure Arawn thinks that the winner is stronger.

　It is because of this gap that Aylin B. Smiles hates Prim Lancaster.

　--I ...... hate that guy.

　In fact, the feeling is not a one-way street from Prim, but a mutual one.

"The one who gets killed loses. It is in this battle that the survival instinct really comes into its own. Her keen senses are not the battle sense of a swordsman, but the survival instinct of a living being. That's why she's more effective when she's facing a threat.
You know a lot, don't you?
...... Hahaha. I'll take that as a sign of seniority.

　The first day I met her. The first time he met her, he remembered the hungry, tiger-like fire in her eyes.
　He was overlooked as if he had no taste for devouring skinny lions.

　If Wind had been in good shape, I don't know if Luli would have made it.

"No. So you're saying that with Futa mimicking Aylan, Aylan is even more powerful because he enjoys killing each other?
Yes, that's right.
I see. ...... I don't like it.
I guess. It's just--

　You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.

I'm sure you don't mean it, Futa-dono.


　Aylin felt a sense of discomfort as he flew away.
　Now, he could have leapt to his feet and tried to grab a leg or two.

　I'm not sure what to make of it.

"...... Aylin. Sorry.
"Sorry for what?
What is it?" "It's all wrong.

　Aylin's face, which had been tinged with joy, lost its color.

I've never been strong.

　I was never strong. I was never strong enough.

I wasn't longing for strength.

　I just... "I just wanted to prove that there was a place for the unemployed.

The arena was the only place I could hold on to.

　I can't lie to myself and say I lost interest.

　So...

I'm not like you.

You, ...... champion.

I'm sorry. I don't even call myself a champion anymore.

.................. is a lie.

　-The invitation was torn up.

　I thought we were the same. I thought we wanted the same things.
　I thought we'd grown tired of the boring arena.

　I thought we felt the same.

"Why. Because you're that strong. ......


It's not strength. It's just power. I'm not strong.
You're lying. ......!　This is strength!　Strength is strength!

　Eyes widened.

　There was a storm.

"Oh!
"It's fighting spirit. It's the most powerful thing I've ever seen.
"Yes, but Arawn must be turned on.
Then...

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

"It's on, isn't it?


"Ha ha ...... ha ....... Even you seem to be mistaken. ...... Then yes. We have to make it right. ...... The strong survive. ...... They should. If not, it's not right. ...... Hahaha. ......

　Arawn's body wavers.
　You can't see her face because her bangs hide it.

"Yes, but the scar...
"It's just a false premise. She is not limited to traumatizing herself.

　I think back to a rainy day in an abandoned church.
　How could she not have been switched on when she was late to respond to Lilac M. Fangini?

"Then why?
"Her switch is... to get herself hurt.


　Whether in body. Whether physically or emotionally. I'm sure it's the same for her.

　The mind is deeper.

　Futa, on the other hand, exhaled.

Maybe it's nothing to apologize for.

　I apologized for not being able to respond to her feelings.
　But to apologize for the way I am now would be different.

　I didn't live for her.
　But I'm not going to trample on her feelings.

　There's not much I can do about that.

　--Huta was happy.

　Even that day, there was someone watching me.
　The shape may have been distorted.
　But that day it was enough.

　It's different now.

　That's all I'm saying.

So come at me.

　I clench my fists and re-clench them.

"You're my opponent.

　I'll tell you right up front.


"My fighting sword."