Damn, I didn't expect the four of us to attack from all sides at the same time! If you don't think about defense, I'm going after only one person! You're a good match!
The other three are empty. One wooden sword hit my left shoulder and my workout stick hit his left shoulder as well. It looks painful, but in fact...
"Yikes! Ouch! My shoulder, my shoulder!
That's crushed, isn't it? I'm sorry, but I'm intact. Three left.
"Aren't you ashamed of the four of you against each other?
I wouldn't be embarrassed at all, though. Winning is better judged by justice. Whoa, the movement's stopped. I'll tell you what. These guys are stupid.
One, two... three.
I'm so messed up, it's just over. I thought the mouth truck was the strongest?
"Let the Fifth Martial Arts Stage End -! Winner ninety-three! It's the final tournament!
That's right, unlike magic, you don't move a step and win, you didn't. I'm pretty tired. It means we'll be there by noon until the second round of the final tournament, or another stomp?
Okay, well, what about the other martial arts stages? Steed, I guess it's about time you beat me.
"Let's End the First Battle Stage -! Winner Sanba! In the final tournament!
"Let the Fourth Martial Arts Stage End -! Winner.................. '
One announcement after another ends. If you look closely, many of the losers dress similar to me. Is it fashionable? Only waistcoats are popular in Wangdu, but it's fashionable here to coordinate just like me?
"Mr. Curse! I did it! I'm staying!
"Oh, Serge! You did it! Congratulations! What did the weapon use?
Oh, my God! Serge, I didn't know you made it to the final tournament! This is amazing.
"This is it. A practice spear borrowed in a dojo in a breaking pole stream. If it's a sword, Steed, instead of Curse, you won't win either. I've been trying to figure it out, haven't I?
"Ooh. Do it..."
I didn't know Serge would use a spear... though it's interesting to see how he would use it. I don't really want to hit you...... I don't like spear opponents.
If this is how I talk to you Serge, it looks like someone's coming... but nobody's coming. And the first round of the final tournament begins.
'Thank you for waiting so long! The boring qualifying round is over! We're starting the final tournament! The reality continues to be a black lily blooming in the territorial capital! Floral receptionist Marianne, twenty-five years old, single sent you Shizu! I want to get married! Description is this way, of course! Mr. Damien has recently officially announced his participation in a dispute over the successor to Borderland!
"Hey you guys. How are you feeling? I'll explain from the start today! By the way, if I become a borderline uncle... Frantia will be... invincible!
What the fuck is he talking about? Even though, in a way, it could be accepted as a conspiracy against the royal family. Why is the place so exciting? Serge next door. I can't even hear you.
'Come on! Such a damian, but we will play the first round of the final tournament soon! Game one, game one! You suddenly have a good edge! Yesterday's winner Steed is here fast!
Ha, ha, Zach! He's a strong swordsman who stayed in the final at the last tournament!
"You obviously have Zach in your favor with weapons. It has also been proven in previous competitions that you can gently wield a large wooden sword that is about the length of your body. Meanwhile, Steed can't use that dagger from yesterday. Sounds like a normal wooden sword to me, but maybe it's just the right hand.
Wow, Damian is seriously explaining it. You can't even use the magic library this time, so you can't use a weapon you haven't prepared from the beginning. Steed, the longsword you always used until yesterday was the one your uncle used to buy you, right? Today's wooden sword... is it for knight school archery?
"Come on! Betting rates are three to one! Steed is still the dominant player! Both sides! '
"Begin!"
Zach attacks hard all of a sudden. Softly flush it, Mr. Steed. Zach is just a little taller than you at height, Steed, but his body is out of step. I guess Steed outweighs you considerably in power.
Still, you look better on the move, Steed. A number of counters have hit pigeon tails, flanks, etc.
But...
"Dear Damien! Isn't Zach's armor inside?
'Sounds like it. First of all, it's leather armor on the torso, but you're using Wyburn on the front. Instead, the back side seems to be done cheap, but it can also be described as a manifestation of readiness not to show the enemy his back. It also incorporates Wyburn's bones well into the cage hand for durability and lightness. The same goes for the shin. That young man often puts money into his gear.
'I see! So there's no disturbance in the movement after all that attack from Steed!? So is that helmet too!?
'No, that feels cheap to see. But the contents may be different just because it looks like that on the surface. Some hats break Trent wood swords.
'I see! The war situation is still mutual! What happens from here!?
I was impatient from the meeting. You should be at a disadvantage when this happens, Steed...
'I won't move -! We don't move a single step with each other in the center of the martial arts stage -!
'Hmm? Steed's got a lot on his hands with that difference in stature. I have better arm strength than Zach... I see! Your ankles! Steed seems to be skilfully using his forged ankles and missing strength in small pieces. Exactly. The best swordsman in the kingdom is different.
I mean, you're using your ankles as skillfully as a spring?
"It means I can imitate that..."
"What about?
Aah!
"Oops! Zach's on the lookout! I shouldn't have this!
'It's over.
"There's a battle! It's a Steed victory!
'That was brilliant. Looks like Steed was totally reading Zach's breath. When will we put our strength into it, and when will we pull it out? If you adjust the timing of your efforts to match it, you can also disorient your opponent like that. It's no use now, but you won while hiding your strength.
That was just a horizontal sumo. Some verses were experimenting with whether even opponents with as much power as Zach could control it. I can't get out of this...