959 312, Final Tournament I

"Game Two of the Final Tournament I! The first one. Ahhh! Yesterday, I lost the Alexandrine Eileen team to the Gene Ellie group.

Second person hah! This is also an assassin from Heizle who lost to Demon King Curse yesterday! Kwana player!

'That's a combination I care about. Both have lost their weapons yesterday. From what I've seen, Ellie is a bareback player, but Kwana is a wooden knife. Both are skillful for their age. This is going to be an interesting match.

"I'm curious about the wager rate. Ha! Four to five! Almost mutually! We'll start the second game! Both sides! '

"Begin!"

"Quanah! Get in the mood. Hey!

You're Sekiya... you're a jerk... keep your mouth shut.

One or Kwana does not move with a wooden knife in place. Ellie is twitching and packing the distance. It's surprising from a motion like yesterday's that I can't keep up with my eyes.

After enough glue, Kwana won. Erie continued to attack unilaterally, but Kwana's defenses were strong and he never skillfully used a wooden knife to show a gap. And the moment Ellie's stamina was cut off and her legs stopped, Kwana turned to the offense and decided to win. Erie's shrinkage (Teratresia) could hardly be used because of the anti-magic rule.

Minus that, Kwana's swordsmanship was brilliant. Obviously above me. I even feel like I could have a good fight with you, Steed.

"There's a battle! It's a Kwana player victory! No, you've bounced off all the Ellie players who keep attacking! Plain, but the move was a glowing battle!

"That wooden knife is just a souvenir, too. Bye. Not like Trent material, that's pretty good. That was a brilliant victory!

Damian guy, you're just as eye-catching as ever. All I know is that it seems good to me. Come on, who's next?

"Move on to Game Three! The first one. Huh! Third graders of the Knights School! Beaubenz! We lost to the Alexandrine Eileen group at all costs yesterday, but we are burning in snowflakes today! And the second one! I feel a faint edge! Serge! Make him head of the fifth grade of the aristocratic school. He's from Kutanutsu! I'm a classmate of LTTE Steed and Demon King Curse! How do you fight with that puffy body! In a way, I know the battle of Kutanutu masculinity!

"Magic doesn't extend to Curse, swordsmanship doesn't extend to Steed. Why is it the chief when it is? Maybe there's a key to victory there. Come on - what's the wager rate... five to two? Beaubenz is the dominant player.

Al, is that your buddy Beaubenz? Yesterday Alec slashed and tore my stomach because I was slightly alarmed. That should make it pretty tough today. Serge, I see your battle.

Both sides!

"Begin!"

Serge, you don't move against Bobenz, who packs twitches and intermissions. Standing still with a wooden spear.

Flying slaughter!

Hmm? Serge, what are you doing?

Flying slaughter!

I hear laughter leaking from inside the venue.

"Oops! Serge is behaving inexplicably! It's forbidden to use magic, so you shouldn't be able to use Flying Slash or Flying Clash! But Serge is waving his spear and shouting" Flying Slash. "Uh-huh!

"Is it just a haunt? Or does it make any sense? Some people in the world use the magic of the wind while saying something about fireballs.

The manners of this world are that when you use magic, you put a magic name in your mouth. I have been faithful to it so far. I've hardly ever used magic silently or with a different magic name than I put out in my mouth. It's also a matter of manners, but for other reasons. If I ever fight a more powerful enemy than I can win, I might violate my manners too.

"Mr. Serge... what are you doing?

"No, flying slaughter is cool, isn't it? I just wanted to try it. Can you use it?

"I've decided to use it! I'm a knight at school!?

"That's just great. Third place isn't Dada. Is there a trick or something?

"Is that a trick... isn't it concentration and aggregation?

"I heard that from you, Steed. Thank you. It's difficult for me. [M] Oh, I wish I could use a flying slash..."

Serge, what are you doing? We're starting a fight, aren't we?

Flying slaughter! Flying slaughter!

I can't stop laughing on the spot.

"Then you can't do it. I don't just wish I had magic. There are also sword speeds required for flying slaughter.

"Like what?

"Here's what I'm gonna do! Here!"

Although Beaubenz doesn't pack distance, he shows a sample. I'm talking about doing it later...

"Amazing, Mr. Beaubenz. I think you're the chief vessel, right? Why are you so sweet about third place?

"Well, what would I do best with a sword arm? But Al has a lot of magic, and on top of that, Umelda is an excellent attendant..."

"Don't you want to know how to take the lead?

"Damn, you're not getting in that hand! If you want me to tell you, you're gonna tell me to give up the win or something!

"The other way around. I'll give you the win, so why don't you show me a sample? Let me get this straight. Your talent is more than yours, Steed.

"Huh? My talent is more than Senior Steed!? What are you talking about? Oh, that's not true, there isn't!

You're obviously happy for that. Serge, you're a horrible man...

"Don't you know? Steed, you're afraid of your talent, aren't you? That Steed is you. That's what I want you to do. Show me and I'll admit I lost. [M]

"And you don't have a choice. Just once, right? I'll go!" "Flying Slash"

Serge, you avoided the flying slaughter released from Beaubenz by laying him down on the cobblestone. And...

"There's a battle! Unruly Lost! It's Bobenz's Unruly Lost!

"Should we praise Serge for his mouthpiece or mock Bobenz for his idiocy? It bothers me a little. What do you think of Marianne?

'Obviously, Bobenz was an idiot. You were actually used well because Serge had spotted the loopholes during that time!

Serge, you've been fooled by the word that I'll admit your loss. It doesn't matter how much they admit to losing if they die before that. In fact, Serge, even you said to Beaubenz, "I lost. Your flying slaughter is amazing," he says. No eggs, Serge. I don't choose the means to win. You're wearing the temper of a tanut man properly. Beaubenz must have learned something, too. Me too...