I can't affirm myself yet.

　Still.




　-- outside the arena spectacula. To the south.

　There was no signal.
　They ran out almost simultaneously.

　If anything," he said to himself as he looked up at the sky.

　The sound of the flowers in the sky blinking, similar to the thunderous applause given to those who have finished fighting swords.

　Perhaps the show was nearing its end.
　The beautiful seven colors of light and the sound of the flowers bursting into bloom.

　Perhaps that was the signal for the opening of the battle, similar to the sound of a whistling arrow.


　If the girl's singing voice that came on the wind was also coming to an end, then surely.

　This battle is coming to an end, Richter thought to himself.


"Haaaaahhhh!
Aaaaahhhh!

　The spearhead flashed. In front of the blade, which reflected the dazzling light of the fireworks, Arawn turned his body with a light step.

　At that moment, Richter realized that something was different from the past.

　His eyes widen for a moment.

　It wasn't a new move, or a technique he hadn't seen before.
　There was nothing difficult about it.

　But...

"Aah!
What?

　Richter wasn't the only one who was surprised.
　Prim, who was in a spear-firing stance, was also dazzled.

　What Arawn had done was simply evade.
　But the fact that her body movement did not end there, when she could have simply turned her body, was a surprise to Prim.

　As soon as she turned her body, Arawn literally sank.
　She was in the middle of taking a step towards the spear, and then she disappeared.
　Why?

　It was simply because her supple body opened her legs deeply back and forth.
　Her crotch-splitting movement was that of a ballerina.

　Before you can be surprised by the sudden drop of her height to the height of a seat, she lifts her lower body upward with both hands, as if she were a dancer twisting to get up.

Solo (Air Aria)

"Ah!
...

　I'm not sure what to make of this, but I think it's a good idea.

　I'm not sure what to say.
　I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one.

"That's good, isn't it?

　Her chin was targeted by a kicking heel from a blind spot.
　If she narrowly avoided it, she would simply fall prey to the foot that swung down like a heel drop.

　He spun the spear around and met the spear with the spear.

　With a dull thud, Prim leapt backwards, using the momentum of his kick.

　Landing low, he clutched the spear in one hand and put his hand on it.
　Prim knew that the posture of a hunter hunkered down, like a beast hunting for cover, was the type that maximized the speed of the thrust.

　The fastest spear is no mean feat.

　But Arawn knew that as well.

"Ah!

　I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've seen it.
　I'm not sure what to make of that.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.

　--He's coming.
　Prim's action was quick.

　The basis of a fight is to break the opponent.
　Just as Aylan had just made a move that crippled Prim's speed, which was her forte. The key to victory in a battle between two opponents of equal strength is how to keep your opponent free.

　In this sense, Aylan's strength is his number of moves and his continuous attacks.

　Richter's tactics in Gladius were correct, and crushing Aylan's movements from the opposite direction certainly weakened Aylan's momentum.

　So it was only natural that Prim would do the same.

　It's not about imitation or watching.
　It's not that kind of thing. It's the right way to fight, as anyone who holds a sword in battle knows.

　Aiming at his squeezed arm, Prim readied his spear and fired.

　The difference in reach is enormous. The advantage of Prim with a long spear against Aylin, who is limited to his own wingspan at best, is immeasurable.

　But of course, Aylin could not have known that.

　The spear and fist collided head-on.
　Unlike the spear that had been unleashed to its fullest, Aylin's fist, which was still in the process of swinging down, was not fully weighted.

　You could be forgiven for thinking that Prim had won completely.

　So Richter was surprised.

　If this had been the commentator's seat, he would have been calling out, "This is amazing!

　Aylin flew.

　He must have known the outcome from the beginning.
　He knew what would happen when they fought. He knew what would happen if they struck each other, and that's why he was aiming for this.

　He was not trying to swing his fist.
　Rather, he wanted to "fly" with his fist, using the spear as a starting point.

　Arawn, in a heel-down position, descended like a spinning top.

　Her wavy golden hair glittered in the night sky like the tail of a meteor.



"Oh, yeah?

　Richter realized something.

　But before he could say what it was, he heard the beautiful sound of steel striking steel, like fireworks nearing their end.

　Prim Lancaster was a "fighter".
　Her spear, and her own dancing movements with it, captivate all who see her.

　Her spear is not just a spear.
　Her spear is not just a spear, it is the flower of the battlefield.

　Aylin B. Smiles, on the other hand.
　Her name is "Siren of the Mountains and Rivers of Blood".

　Even Richter knows the name Sirens.
　It's a famous fairy tale.
　It's a story about a group of daring sailors on an adventure who, on a rocky beach, are inevitably drawn to a beautiful voice and find themselves sinking their ship.

　The mountains and rivers of blood are the wreckage of those who have challenged her.

　Then why did this terrible woman continue to sing?

　"Was it to gain strength? "To reach a higher level?

　Or was it something else?

　Either way.
　If there's one thing I know for sure, it's this.

"Ahhhh!
"This... is not enough!

　Under the huge fireworks signaling the end.

　The sparks of steel on the earth...

Maybe it's because it's a fighting sword that it's more beautiful than the sky.

　Yes.

　Richter noticed a change.

"Nocturne.

Sink.
No, thank you!

　A spear tackle that uses its own body as a spear to pierce the opponent.
　As he held up the spear to protect the targeted area, Arawn twisted his body and tried to twist Prim's neck with his arm like a spiral magic bullet.

　Before you can twist your body to get out of what you think is a stranglehold, the momentum of the move slams your body into the ground in a neckbreaker.

"Ugh.
...

　If you fall unprotected, you hit your head.
　If you fail to catch, you can't breathe.

　Prim, who was forcibly slammed down from a high position, turned over her head in that instant and stood up using the spear as a starting point.
　The movement, which was as bewitching as a pole dance, lit up the sky under the stars.

　Normally, Arawn would have tried to catch up with her, but she exhaled and lightly brushed off her own hair.

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

You.
"...... something?
It's nothing, nothing at all!

　It's a good idea to take a look at a few of the things that are available in the market.

　The answer is no.
　Prim was now ready to take Arawn's fight with her own spear, no matter how he tried. He could beat him head on before he could call him a coward.

　This was proven by the eyes full of fighting spirit, even without saying anything.

　--So did Arawn know that, and that's why he didn't touch her?

　That remains to be seen.

　One thing's for sure.
　The only thing that could be said for sure was that Prim stood up, just as she was an eye-catching "fighter".

　She just looked at her gracefully and brushed her hair away lightly, and she too would have been a popular figure in the arena.

"But... I'm the one who's going to win!

　Aylin intercepted Prim's leaping attack.

　Arawn drew in a breath and readied himself for the flash of the spear, and leapt backwards just in time.

"Not yet!

　If Arawn's skill was his rapid fire, then Prim's was her speed.
　The two are not incompatible. The two are not incompatible.

　That's why Prim's spear is the fastest.
　It is as if he is slowly crushing the defending Aylons - like a finger crumbling a sand castle, he is driving the Aylons to the brink.

But that's not Aylan's intention.

　But Arawn knew what he was doing.
　He couldn't grab the spear directly, but there were plenty of ways to do it.

　For example, the ground.
　For example, the ground. Even a rock lying around can be turned into a weapon by Arawn.

　For example, next door.
　A referee with a stupid look on his face may be able to determine the winner, but he can easily be used as a shield.


What?
What?

　Their eyes crossed.

　She's wielding her spear constantly.
　Does she think she can push through if she continues like this?
　Or does she think that if she calls it "sword fighting", we'll match her?

　I'm not sure what to make of that.

"No, I don't. Do what you want.

　The murmur came from her side.

　Aylin looked up at the unexpected words that came to her ears as she tried to think of a way out.

I don't care what you do, I'm not going to lose!



　Oh. You've come a long way.
　That look on your face, like you think you're getting stronger...


　It pissed me off to no end.



"Babe!

I'm not sure what to say.

　I hit him with a straight right hand with all my might.
　Just as I aimed, it exploded into his face like a sucker.

　Aylin laughs as it blasts him funny.

　A beautiful cross-counter.
　That's what happens when you swing the spear and think you're on the offensive.

　You don't need to use her "dirty hands" to pull off a trick like this on your own soil.

　Arawn turned up the corners of his mouth, as if to say, "Good riddance.

"What the hell!

　The mark of a fist in his cheek.

　Aylin let out a deep breath as Prim cried out.

　I've been given too much spear.
　The blood loss from his body was ridiculous, and most of all...

　He leaned back.
　He hated himself for being so far in front of the tree.

　Oh.

It's over.
Yes, it is.
".......

　Prim held her cheeks, tears in her eyes. --There was no spear in her hand.



"The winner, Prim Lancaster!



　With that declaration.

　With that declaration, Arawn closed his eyes, looking at the cross spear that had snatched his throat and plunged into the tree.

　Dropping his body with a thud, he slipped through the spear's spear and landed on the ground.
　He rolled over and stood up.

　He brushed off the dirt, held his bleeding right side, and started walking.

"Arawn!

　I turn around.
　I turned around and saw Richter standing there, looking bored.
　I turn around and see Richter standing there looking bored and Prim giving him a hand.

"You can do it, it's a fun game.

　So... I guess that's why.

　Aylin slaps his hand.

"Ah!
I'm not gonna get used to this. I'll pay you back somewhere else. I'll smash it this time.

　And again, he turns away.
　One step, then another.

　The fireworks in the arena are over.

　Prim's voice calls out to Arawn once more, as she tries to disappear into the darkness.

　But she didn't seem to hear him.

　Arawn disappeared into the back alley.

What, you forgave her?
...... I wonder. I don't know.

　I don't know." She laughs, putting her hand on the back of her head.

But sure.



"Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting.
"If you want to deny his words, his logic, you have to win, Zako. --I can guarantee you that. I guarantee you, winning will make you feel better.



Winning will make you feel better.
I see.

　With a slight pout, Richter turned on his heel.
　He turns his back on the spectacle and walks away.

"Let's go home, barbarian.
"Oh, you swear again!


　Grasping the familiar spear in her hand, she followed behind him.
　That's it, Richter thought.

　The rest, well... I wish...


　He looked back once at the entrance to the alley where she had disappeared, and exhaled.

　Hopefully - hopefully - she'd get to where they wanted her to go.


"We've got a long road ahead of us.
"What?　Did I say something difficult?
Yes, I did. Well, let me put it simply for the barbarians.
Say.






His Highness is not going to let this go on.















　-Arena Spectacula.

"I've always loved ！！！！.

　In the end, the lyrics of the song were followed by a huge firework display in the sky.


　A pillar of fire erupted around the stage, and the loudest cheer of the day exploded from the spectacle.

　Everyone knew it was the climax.

　Everyone realized it was the climax.
　All kinds of emotions mixed together to color the night of Spectacular.

You didn't show up, did you?

　Leafy muttered to himself as he peeked at the stage from the private corridor.

　That's fine.
　I'm not going to let up until it's over.
　But even so, it was true that she was relieved to see that the spectacle was proceeding smoothly.

"Yes. But the Master has not returned either.
"Well, that's certainly a concern. Well, the other thing that worries me is...
"What?　Why are you looking at me?
Are you unaware?
Yeah, because I'm done making music. I think I'm done making music.
What's with the ......?

　I'm not sure what to make of this. It's Mirabelle G. Gringott.

　She, too, was listening to the day's music from the service entrance, and was enjoying it immensely.
　She didn't seem to be thinking about the bombing or anything.

It was a good day. ....... This is what music can do. It's nice.
"This guy must really have a flower garden in his head.
I'm not going to stop you from trying to crack it, Leafy Green Glide.
Stop it.

　I'm not going to stop you from trying to crack it, Leafy Lean Glide. - Stop it! - Sighs Leafy, a fool and a natural guardian.

You have not solved the problem that you were being hunted after all.
I'm sure you're right.　I don't have enough luggage to run away for the night, what should I do?
What are you worried about?

　I can't understand you.
　But Leafy had joined them later, so there were many things he didn't know.

"You're a bard of the South, aren't you?
"I'm sure I'm a poet!　And I live in the South!
Let me ask you something.


　Okay. I thought I forgot to ask one important thing.

　Near the end of the show, at the Spectacle.

　Reefty was absent-mindedly staring at Pasta's performance and the spectacular stage, and asked.

"Why did you come to King's Landing?









Why did you come to King's Landing?" "Because Master Hura called me.