368 1. Shamblessly militant

"Unfortunately, I'm going to host a martial arts tournament"

Before breakfast (feast) in Alusia, Yut declared to the usual members. Without waiting for a reaction, mouth the tea created in the Feast Divine Feast.

Aromatic aroma and a mellow, moderately tannic taste. A delicacy that can be seen as a luxury product in one bite, but the look on Yut's face, who drinks it up, is very bitter.

"I see."

The first reaction to that was unexpectedly Larsia. While swallowing freshly baked soft bread, show off your guess as if you've even seen it.

"The morning after the two of us went to the hot spring, Yut mentioned this. So that's it. Valtrude had a night's sleep. Definitely."

"It's full of mistakes."

"If you stay up at night, increase your success rate?

"Do it. Rather, it's until even a 5 percent success rate comes true"

"Listen."

"I'll try. Tonight."

Naturally, Yut's protests will not reach Larsia and Jonah. There will be a little more response, even if it's goodwill.

"Don't say the right thing, Larsia. And because it doesn't increase the odds, Jonah needs to get some sleep."

Watch out for Albino girls as they dazzle the meadow race (Magner) with half an eye. Intentionally, in a strong and tight tone.

It's just that you're supposed to reward yourself for attacking or destroying. If you're pushed to the bed, it's not a hoard.

"Yut is in trouble."

"What are you learning in school..."

"A lot."

With an unfamiliar face, Jonah chews the main young chicken poile.

The same faceless look, but there was room for that attitude.

Seeing how it goes, Alcia renews her determination to quickly remember to read and write letters.

"Oh, I didn't do that."

Here finally, a word of denial was uttered by Valtrude.

But while dyeing bright red to the neck instead of the cheeks, there are no pieces of persuasion either. As warm as it sounds, I'm just happy with Yut.

That might be the way it is.

"As far as I'm concerned, if you do what you do, that's fine."

"It's okay. Val is the daughter who does it when she does it."

"Then don't worry."

"Yes."

"Acorn and Arcia's breath has been perfect lately. What's this all about?

Leaning his neck aside, he would need an explanation as to why he had led to a martial arts tournament.

Yut opens his mouth to utter words, looking sideways at the only exile who has not yet spoken in the participants - because he uses his mouth only for his meal.

"Simply put, you can put the problem together."

The difficulty is not to split up - it is in a sense an abusive way to put together something close in nature.

Close, of course, are the people of the Kanto Regrax and the rock giants (Jarloot).

"That's why I'm hosting. Not just to lend you a place."

"That sort of thing"

It's the usual thing for two people, Yut and Larsia, to know each other.

Without anyone saying anything, wait.

"That's why I'm going to have a tournament match with the rock giant who's been pushing me and the arm bragging coming from Regrax"

"It's..."

I guess I imagined the sight.

Akane stops manipulating the spoon and stares resentfully at the clear consomme soup. In an instant, my appetite became foggy.

"You look like a drug addict."

"Hot and bitter"

Leave a comment on the amount of muscle mass assumed, like Jonah would throw away. Though unforgiving, I couldn't deny the facts alone.

"Besides, I should join you."

The most muscular exile on the scene finally uses his mouth for talking purposes.

"No. Old man, why don't you play against the winner? You don't have to mix it up from the start."

"But we're all gonna be together, right? Wouldn't that not necessarily mean the Rock Titans would win?

"When that happens, you're underpowered by the Rock Titans. Too bad."

Akane shows surprise at Yut's protruding words and actions. It is unusual for this childhood friend to expose her anger, albeit slightly.

With your gaze, ask what it means.

"Until the tournament, we'll arrange an inn for nearly a hundred rock giants to prepare meals as well. The budget… is fine, but I have another job…"

"Oh, yeah..."

I knew what caused my anger, but there was nothing I could do about it more than I thought, and then it was true.

"I have a play script or something, and I'm sorry I can't help you"

"No, well, I didn't mean to involve Zhuyin, so it's okay. That's what I'm hoping for."

"Ah, snake..."

The world was full of irrationality.

No, is it work that is full?

"But Yut"

In anticipation of the two conversations settling down. Or simply because you drank up your third cup of consomme soup? Valtrude asked her husband as he put a knife in the second plate of Poirette. That healthy gesture is as if after exercising intensely.

"How am I supposed to participate?

"... you want to do it with an old man who beat the winner?

Valtrude is the only one who can't get mixed up in this tournament. As he said before, guest participation is the mountain of Sekiyama.

Conversely, the winners will be challenged by Exile and Valtrude. Despite winning the tournament. It's almost adversity.

"He'll come out after he defeats Las Boss, but he feels like the back boss"

"Back boss? I don't know, should I take Val down?

"Before we did it, you were going to win?

"Absolutely. I got new gear. I got no blind spots."

Between Exile and Valtrude, tensions increase.

Nothing, I'm not seriously trying to decide on a female male, nor is it a sinister mood. We know each other well that we are trusting each other.

What's there is a childish antagonism.

I'm stronger. I just want to prove it. I want you to admit it. That's all.

Since it's been around for a long time, the people around us don't particularly touch each other. The only thing is to see Acorn float around, but act like nothing, restore calm.

By then, the battle between the two had moved on to the next stage, competing for which one could eat more, eating bread served like a mountain, eating, eating.

Acorns look flattered. At the same time, stare with a slightly laid back face. It's good to be able to eat without worrying about your weight, but the amount is too dull.

"I'll do a martial arts tournament like that, so thank you for your cooperation"

"Well, I guess I'll leave the betting torso to you"

"Well, it's better than making it worse..."

Yuut finally tries to get on with his meal while being so passively in favor.

But that couldn't be fulfilled.

"Hmm. Games. That's convenient."

Vainamarinen, the great sage, appeared abruptly in Moving Moments (Teleport). To describe him as a favorite while dealing with the beard

"Good timing, looks like we're here"

"... the timing of the jizzy, I didn't know it was here."

"Don't let the old man get in the way."

"I have an old-fashioned spirit, but I don't feel like showing it to jizzy. First, apologize to the average old man."

I laughed heavily with Kakaka, and Yut's hard words didn't go unwillingly either.

Vainamarinen was disgusted by so many people snapping at him that he pushed the School of Magic against Dean Mel. Words I don't hesitate to say are more just delightful. He's a tough old man.

"Wouldn't that tournament make it bigger?

Sitting somewhere in an empty chair without saying no to anyone, pouring wine into a glass at your discretion while saying something outrageous.

"Yut!

"Stop looking at me with your glittering eyes."

"Actually, there were a couple of guys who wanted me to participate in that tournament. Well, I thought I'd do it individually at first, but you'd better expose yourself to the crowd anyway."

"Yeah. I have no idea."

While turning away from his much-anticipated loving wife, Yut flickers at Vainamarinen. Even if I know it won't make it through, it will.

"One of them is Ray Cruz."

"Ray Cruz!?"

"When I had business on God's pedestal, he asked me to help him, but that doesn't work?

"Mmmm..."

When it comes to Tan (saga), the most popular hero in the Brewers, Path Finders' labyrinth tactics. In addition, the sad love song of black-haired swordsman Ray Cruz and elf dance princess Suigil is famous.

I admired that, and it was Valtrude who wept that remained the same.

But that's not what I'm talking about.

There is no way that the Evil Fallen Swordsman can be brought into the territory ruled by the Valtrude of the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) for any convenience.

"But I assure you, I'm not talking about working evil this time."

Drinking up wine in a breath, the Great Sage continues.

"Let Ray Cruz also take part in the tournament...... Right, a winning prize or something, like admitting to running errands on God's pedestal?

"Oh. Please."

Speaking briefly, the great sage Vainamarinen bows his head.

"Yut."

"... I get it. Think"

yuut with a shin and head.

At first glance, he seemed troubled, but his mind is already set.

"Oh, that's gonna be pretty fancy, this"

Only acorns could spot it.