116 5-31 (Tentative) King Jia of Weijutsu Tournament Individual Battle-Battle of Shiro-

_　I'm a little sick to my stomach... yeah, sorry!　...wham!　So long!　Let the first semifinal game begin!'

At the same time as the vice-captain declares the start of the match, White activates his 'Covered Clothing'.

A black shadow wraps around his body and covers his entire weapon.

'Gahahaha!　So it's "Black Weasel" first!　All right, let's get on with it!

You can see that he's taking the trouble to wait for me, even if it's only for a few seconds.

However, that look on your face will soon make you lose your composure.

Before the match, White said to Arnold, "I'm going to fight you seriously.

I'm going to fight you, seriously.

"Hahahahaha!　Yeah, right!　Will you do it!'

I present to you a written agreement.

This is an agreement that both parties will fight for their lives.

Without it, of course, we cannot engage in a fight to the death.

The outcome of the agreement will not be determined until one of us is dead.

However, in accordance with the rules of engagement, the weapons will be mock weapons.

"What?　That will not be a fight to the death!

We should be okay with each other. "You can kill me with this weapon if you want to.

'....hahahahaha!　That makes sense!　All right!　Let's deal with it with all our might!

Arnold smiles with an evil look on his face.

White will now seriously focus on defeating this man, who is probably superior in rank.

........Of course, I plan to abstain if it becomes dangerous, as promised.

I'm not going to throw away my life for nothing.

"Hisotenii, the first black weasel.

The first of the combat skills used by the Black Cat tribe.

It is said to have been used to assassinate the enemy by hiding in the dark night.

The speed of your own speed is greatly increased, and if you cover your knife, it becomes sharper.

The sound of his footsteps disappeared, leaving only a shadowed mark that looked like a black sword streak as he passed.

White's robe of reinforcement emphasizes speed, which is his forte.

With a knife in each hand, he runs towards Arnold, who is holding a large sword in his midsection.

Naturally, he would not be foolish enough to attack from the front.

From the front, he turns to the right, passes behind him and then goes further to the right before swinging his knife.

A complete blind spot. And Arnold's perspective has not yet caught up with him.

The black-weasel-clad knife strikes Arnold's neck, the part of his body that has no armor.

It's in. But Arnold moved his body slightly, and as a result, he was avoided.

The tip of the cutting edge, only a few millimeters were cut through.

Shallow. But I won't give him time to fight back.

I won't stop the leg either. I don't stop it.

Constantly move the leg to deliberately create a blind spot for the opponent, and aim there.

Again.

Your eyes shouldn't be able to keep up with him, but he avoids you at the perfect time.

Although it's a hit, this won't be meaningful no matter how many hundreds of times it continues.

His opponent is of a higher rank.

It's been a long time since he spent time in that forest, and the heat of battle has grown in White's mind as well.

You can't stop attacking them, no matter how much they avoid you.

You have to leave a certain amount of damage behind while your eyes are still catching up.

The attacking hand still has no choice but to aim for the blind spot, and it moves to the rear of Arnold.

There, the eyes of Arnold and White, who had only moved their heads, crossed.

Seen through........?

Then, after a moment's notice, the heavy blow of the great sword strikes.

Feeling horrified and in danger, I backstepped to avoid it in an exaggerated manner, but a cold sweat fell from the swaying wind pressure of my bangs, wondering how tremendously powerful it was.

Have you been following White's movements?

It's not. It's too early.

Arnold's movements haven't been able to catch up with him.

So, did he detect the slightest hint of a kill and make eye contact on instinct?

What's up?　I haven't gotten any major wounds yet, okay?

...your attack didn't even hit me.

Yeah. But I'm getting used to it. I think you're starting to get your bearings.

I said intuition, intuition.

But White's black weasel isn't so weak that it can't do anything with intuition alone.

The true essence of this skill is to dilute the signs and prevent the opponent from realizing it.

No matter how much you are an expert, your senses should be different from your normal state.

Once again, I move quickly and start attacking the blind spot.

''Nn........!

Hmph!

He should have been completely behind him.

However, Arnold was thrusting his great sword towards White, who was behind him, without even a glance.

Moreover, the tip of the sword extended straight to the middle of White's face.

I was able to duck by twisting my body and neck, but to be honest, that was dangerous.

''This time too........intuition?''

No, experience. Next time we go this way!

The great sword of Arnold is swung at high speed as it continues.

It's the same basic, vertical, horizontal, diagonal and inexhaustible and caustic attacks that are launched from the middle stance came at me as a series of attacks.

There are no gaps in the movement faithful to the basics, but surprisingly, there is no big gap.

It is as if every move is predetermined, with no waste and the best possible connection to the next move.

This is the perfect form of a perfect example.

If you keep sublimating the basics, it will become this terrifying.

It's surprisingly fast, as if the big sword is handling a knife.

However, with the speed of a black weasel, it's not so fast that you can't avoid it.

''Ho, can you handle it?''

Plenty of room. More speed?

Yes. Will do.

........I hope you're kidding.

Will it go up any higher still?

If that happens, I'm going to have my hands full with handling it.

As it is now, White's attack can't break Arnold's defense.

This is overwhelmingly not enough pure power for White.

It might not be enough to focus on speed.

No, if we continue.........

''Nunn!

"Huh!

He was momentarily troubled for a moment.

A large sword swung into a horizontal cleave, and he takes it with his two knives and shoes.

I continued to fly back a bit, killing the power and rolling around the ring, quickly taking a passive position and regaining my stance.

After all, they were met.

The shoe is slightly cut off, but has not yet reached the foot.

Both familiarity and intuition are becoming more and more accurate.

In other words, they will eventually see me off.

''If it's a black weasel, I've seen it many times on the battlefield!

Amazing.

As expected of an old soldier. He doesn't have much experience in battle.

I've given him a number of small wounds, but this guy doesn't even pretend to care.

We can't beat him like this.

But that's not the end of it, is it?

"Hm.

I knew it. Then there's no need to hide it forever.

You can take a deep breath and calm your disorganized breath by keeping your distance and relaxing.

Concentrating, you put your hands on the ground with your grip on the knife.

The black weasel changes colors and turns into a gray robe.

The gray robe is larger than before, leaving a black pattern in places, and is worn as if to cover it.

"Clothing Clothing Clothing: 2.

Well no, I should say.

I'm going.

This time he approaches slowly.

His own attack reaches him, and he slowly measures his timing to take out his enemy in an instant.

Arnold doesn't even move, holding his weapon at the ready, as if he intends to receive this too.

If you're looking at the situation with room to spare, it's a little frustrating to be licked.

He approaches inching closer on all four legs, and when he gets in between, he flashes two knives to sever both shoulders, but Arnold's sword prevents him from doing so.

However, this is very different from the blow that had been struck earlier.

You can see that Arnold is stepping up, his expression slightly distorted, and putting his strength into it.

Instead of the previous poor blow, the ash tiger is a robe that reinforces the importance of the blow.

Because of that, it can't move as agilely as the black weasel, but if it's the speed of a blow from close range, this one will be the one to beat.

Even though I should have taken a lot of food before the match, I'm already starting to get a little hungry.

So I continue until I get out of position a little too forcefully.

Unwilling to be defended, I step forward, albeit slowly, and release another blow.

A heavy blow that can kill even a large magical beast with a single strike.

If you're living in that forest, you have to match the size of your opponent with the amount of hunger you're consuming.

Although it was an unskilled skill, ending it with a single blow was still an easy way to get a meal.

However, Arnold was able to block all of these supposedly powerful techniques.

The 'Great Fang' in the shape of a beast's tusks, wielding both swords from above and below.

He swings down and up from the top and bottom at the same time, but is dealt with by the edge and hilt of the large sword.

The "Crux", which connects to a series of attacks without killing the momentum of the swinging knife.

This is a technique that accelerates the knife wielded and gradually increases in power, but everything is deflected and prevented.

A monster.....

I can't help but think so.

Neither of them are easy to defend against, and there are pincer attacks from up and down and left and right.

They also weave in feints, but they don't even get caught by them.

The strength enhanced by the ash tiger should not be able to be compared to the black weasel.

The weight of the blow jumped up, and it shouldn't be easy to pop it.

However, it would mean that Arnold was fully capable of handling it.

''........Do you know this technique as well?''

Yeah, I'm sure you struggled in the Great War.

Yeah. It's just... it's hard.

If I thought he was adapting too quickly, it looks like this guy has experience fighting the black cat race after all.

Then I'll go with White's original from here on out.

He floats and bends his body and twists it vertically as hard as he can.

Like a "torrential rain", he sets up a series of strikes from an upward direction.

The twisted body does not stop, but rather repeats a series of blows that do not kill the momentum, but rather increase it.

A breathless series of blows from above that one is unaccustomed to.

Each blow is heavy, and the raised great sword gradually sinks.

.........should have been.

Oops.........

The great sword that was supposed to be sinking was springing up on its knees.

The rotation is killed and it flies through the air in a defenseless state.

The chase, comes.

I immediately focused on defense and tried to prevent it by curling my body up to reduce the area but still managed to keep the two swords in line with the great sword.

But there is no foothold to stand on in the air.

Then, I'll align my blade with it and use that as a fulcrum to rotate my body to catch it.

''Huh!''

I was too distracted by the big sword!

I could guess from the impact that he wielded the great sword that he was supposed to be holding with both hands with one hand and was struck as hard as he could with his other arm.

But even if I had guessed it, I couldn't shed that blow.

I was knocked to the ground and the pain was palpable, but I had to get up quickly to guard against a follow-up blow.

'You hit it.'

Geeho ... one more time. White's guessing.

But the damage is going to be more severe.

A pain runs down my back.

No matter how you look at it, the damage is more than White's.

That one has some small scratches, but conveniently, I'd say it's about 10% of White's.

Strong.

This man is undeniably strong.

It's certainly no wonder that he beat Hayato once, and I can understand Hayato's desire to beat this man without skill.

But Shiro can't lose.

The Lord's........Huh?

The Lord is not there?

"Aww, that's comforting. Look at this. The crowd is astounded. We couldn't hear a single word out of them!

The world around them is already quiet, and they're probably surprised by the frustrating and intense scene they've just witnessed.

But that's not the point, it's the Lord now.

I looked around, but there was no sign of it at Wendy's side, or in any other doorway or auditorium.

But I could guess from Wendy's expression there.

The reason the Lord wasn't there was probably because she was working to solve this problem.

Thinking about that, my cheeks naturally loosened up.

''What's the matter...?''

Nothing at all.

Watch out.

I didn't have time to laugh.

What we have in front of us now is a perfect White enemy.

You can't defeat it if you're not careful.

I'm sure you're not relaxing, right? You're not going to be relaxed, are you?

No way.

Arnold has distracted me.

I switch my mind and think only of the battle now.

The Lord is indeed moving.

But that's not a good reason for White to abstain.

If the Lord's reason for moving is just to help White, then the role of stopping this man is White's.

''I see.......then I guess it's time for this fun time to end.......''

A subtle voice that may or may not be heard.

It's about to end........

Hearing those words, I regain my spirits.

White is not going to die easily.

He can't die yet.

'Where is your Lord?'

Well?

Arnold seems to have noticed that the Lord is not there either.

But White doesn't know where he is either.

"...will that man not see the last days of his lord?

White is not going to die. That's what the Lord believes.

Yes, because I promised.

So I'm not here now.

But I'm sure he's in a hurry.

The Lord is a worrier, so I'm sure...

"Don't you think he's a terrible man...?

I don't think so.

What does this man want?

"I can see why you would suddenly kill me. "To protect your master from me.

That's right. I won't let you kill the Lord.

'Did you come here unannounced?　Is that why they abandoned you?

No! We talked about it and we agreed to come.

Then you are an even worse man. Don't you feel any guilt in sending you to your death?

Really, I shouldn't have said that.

If it wasn't for you, White and the others would be doing what they've always done.

He's a horrible guy when he comes at you and fights his habit.

This man's words and actions have been irritating me for a while now.

''You wouldn't think anything of it if your lord died, would you?''

'No way!　The Lord said don't die!　I said I could abstain!

So why don't you just abstain?　You can't kill me, not with your current skills. If you're not able to do so it's not a bad idea to look to Hayato for help.

My pupils dilate.

If you abstain, it sounds like you're going to kill the Lord to get Hayato to take you seriously.

No. Are you trying to make me think that?

'Was it hard to understand?　I'll let you off the hook. But give up on the Lord. He seems to be available to us.

My doubts were confirmed.

This man is, after all, dangerous.

The sudden change of heart is worrisome, but that doesn't matter.

I know it's a provocation.

But I'm greatly disturbed.

The key to fighting is a cool head.

I know that too!

There's no need to be provocative.

But no.

My heart was already impossibly full of anger.

If I was going to kill the Lord, I couldn't forgive him, no matter what happened.

If the Lord, who is kinder and warmer than anyone else, is made fun of, I can't be so naive as to abstain here and now.

I'll leave no mercy and no leeway.

I'll ask you again. Would you like to abstain?

It can't be...

'Then, when I've killed your master, I'll kill your master too.

I won't let that happen.

This time, with all my heart and soul, White will take you, Koloss.