477 Flames and Storms

Why, I'm so surprised and confused that even the word doesn't leak out of my mouth.

I don't know what to say to myself, but I admired Zan like your brother.

When something happens, you can rely on it.

A strong man who walks in front of me whenever he wants.

He doesn't have a small mouth count, but he's been watching me and everyone, and he shows kindness in his actions.

At all times, I thought Zan was on our side and a reliable companion.

Last spring. When I came to the village of Mistral.

He's a popular among the Dragon Nation, and Princess Dragon. And I know that Mistral, who is familiar with childhood, and I, a weak, unreliable person, are getting married. Still kind to me from the start, Zan.

The Zan finally slammed a challenging letter to me asking me to celebrate my marriage ritual.

If I lose to Zan, I have to give up Mistral.

The silent Zan was staring at this one in the atmosphere that the question was unnecessary.

The fist that sticks out in front of me has the will to never pull it off.

"Zan...... Huh!

"You stay back. This is a battle between me and Ernea."

Mistral tried to broker it, but I won't allow her to do it either.

Why should I bet Mistral against Zan...

Zan said relentlessly to me. [M]

"Even if you don't show motivation, I'll move on with my battle with you. Run away from the battle and at that point you will decide that you have given up Mistral"

"Oh no..."

Zan, I mean it.

I don't know what he's been trying to compete with. But if we get out of here, Zan will really pull Mistral away from me.

"I think such a one-sided battle is invalid"

"That's right. Dear Elnea, you may ignore me."

"Elnea, it's a battle you lose."

"Zan won't lose a bet."

Everyone says this sudden battle is void.

I wish for an unreasonably challenged battle.

But...

"I get it. This battle, take it and stand!

Eliminate confusion and reduce agitation.

I pulled out the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree. [M]

The people who were in Levaria and Square vacate the place, whilst still wandering.

The Luiseinees were trying to say something, but they were blocked by Mistral himself, the subject of the bet.

I set up my weapon and distance myself from Zan.

Zan is not a cowardly warrior like suddenly launching an attack or anything. Wait quietly until this one is ready.

"It's a big fight, isn't it?

"Oh, yeah"

"I know you do, but the White Sword is a dragon killer."

"Your full strength must be with a white sword."

"It's a serious battle, so you can't afford an inch stop, can you?

"You're worried about crap. I'm a weapon of flesh. If I had stopped the inch, I would have attacked you."

"Then..."

"Each other, we don't mind killing each other. That's the best you can do."

"Okay, sweetheart."

No more words between me and Zan.

What has Zan thought and challenged the battle?

And then, Zan's fist will talk.

Whatever happens to me, I can't lose Mistral. [M] Then let's have the whole body and hit Zan with our thoughts.

There's no one to make sense of the battle between me and Zan, no one to fly wild.

Even Levaria quietly watches where the battle goes in the corner of the square.

Having made a mistake, I release the Dragon Treasure Ball in full before the start of the Dragon Sword Dance. Fuse with Ares properly.

Quietly letting your mind down, the opposite of dragon qi, which roughs like a storm.

When the dragon vein and spirit connected, I could feel the world.

Zan falls back quietly.

With his protruding right fist resting on his hip, his left fist is gently placed in front of his eyes to make room. And exhale deeply.

No intense motion, no extra temper screams, etc., quietly people-dragonizing Zan. A golden scale close to silver floats on my skin. Wings and tails grew on my back.

But Zan doesn't make wasted moves.

The wings were spelled, and the tail looked at me in a low, hip-dropped position while drooling on the ground.

Quiet.

From Zan, I feel a strong dragon temper.

But unlike my rough dragon temper, it's burning quietly, inside Zan.

Zan of Silver Flames, the man who became known as, saves all the waste.

Contains dragon air leaking from all over your body. Even the flames burning in silver converge inside Zan.

Instead of silver flames, my eyes glowed silver.

I will make peace with Zan. [M]

Zan is a Special Strike.

Skip unnecessary moves, thoroughly shred waste, and decide the battle in an extreme moment.

If you get close to it inadvertently, that's it.

Unlike Zan, who must win the first shot, my dragon sword dance is a trick to life.

Launch a series of attacks to dance, flirting with the opponent without even giving him a chance to fight back. Confronting opponents are also co-stars dancing dragon swords. How to get caught up in this move and confuse me.

But Zan won't move, will he?

No matter how much I dance, Zan sets a target only for a special blow.

Drop your arm, rip your torso, but don't make it faint. Conversely, a sharpened spirit pierces a momentary gap in this attack.

In order to defeat Zan, will I have to drop my neck, or will this one also have to aim for a one-strike special?

Yeah, that's what Zan's waiting for.

It will identify the lead that has come to decide the battle and take the next step.

So should we stay away from the darkness and attack remotely?

No, you can't.

Such a small hand attack will not work on Zan.

As I know Zan's hand, Zan also knows how to fight mine.

I won't let it be slight, Zan.

Ask carefully as you gauge how you should set it up.

Arcing to invite Zan, he turns to the side, behind him.

But Zan doesn't break his first posture.

Just waiting quietly for my first hand and dropping my hips low.

Even if I move out of sight, I don't even move my gaze, Zan. Keep an eye on where I first stood.

Even vision is unnecessary for Zan right now. Read my signs and react quickly to attacks from anywhere. Either way, the waste has been shredded from the beginning that you also move according to the movement of your opponent.

This is how the next Dragon King is said to be fought by warriors.

How the hell can I beat Zan?

I said a full battle.

If I were you, I'd say it's part of everything I can do to help you.

But I can't tell you in this battle.

I'm sure Zan will admit how to fight like that.

But I won't admit it.

I feel like I have to win a serious battle with Zan on my own.

Ha...

I wonder what the hell I'm doing.

I wonder what you're thinking.

I finally realized the stupidity of my thoughts and sighed deeply.

Take a few deep breaths as you go.

After a circle around Zan.

Returning to the first place I stood, I began to dance dragon swords.

Identify Zan's movements. How can I fight? [M] That's the only thing that's futile about that crap.

All I do is fight my way.

Don't match them. Involve your opponent, that's dragon sword dance, isn't it my way of fighting?

No matter how much you dance, a cut that won't arrive. A whirlwind that, due to the scales of hard dragons, cannot be wounded. But keep dancing.

In line with the dragon sword dance, the storm began to roll.

A storm blows and dragon air swirls.

Zan's short hair shakes violently. But he doesn't move at all himself. Dragonized sharp toenails wear the earth and withstand the storm with a tough lower body.

I try to draw him this way, but Zan doesn't even move the tip of his tail.

Too strong a breeze, people watching around grab onto buildings and trees. Now the building itself began to shake.

No. As it is, there will be extra damage around.

Flashy attacks make no sense to Zan. Confusion doesn't work. I will never come aboard this invitation.

Still, I dance dragon swords.

Zan is the only one.

Concentrate only on Zan.

There is no need for a spreading storm.

I don't even need a vortex to attract me.

You don't have to dance hard the dragon sword dance that won't reach you.

I slowly and carefully dance the dragon sword dance.

The storm of dragon air shredded waste, thinning and increasing density, converging as it drew a spiral to a point in the sky.

Still, I won't make it slight, Zan.

Suddenly, the storm that was blowing stopped.

Everyone watching me spit around was just perplexed for a moment about what had happened.

Likewise, in an unprecedented anomaly, Zan showed more vigilance exploring this one.

I was after this moment.

I set my aim, and Zan slashes me while I dance dragon swords.

The chills run. From the inside of Zan, I felt like an intense heat wave arm stretched out to me, as if waiting for my approach.

Hold your feet and pull your body back.

A moment late, Zan's right fist was released.

"Zang!!

"Huh!"

It wasn't in my eyes. [M]

My face in retrospect. Three fists. About three minutes of space was cleared, and Zan's fist in silver flames was stopped.

The tip of the silver flame that wrapped Zan's fist was burning my nose.

"Did you feel fast? You pulled yourself back because of the heat wave that ran ahead in response to my will.... but thanks to that, neither me nor you have to die."

"We'll discuss it."

"... no, you win"

Zan's cheek was slashed.

There were sharp scratches running from the shoulder to the torso and left thigh.

My dragon qi and converging storm dragon technique, climbing heavenly high, came back to earth as a fierce wind sickle tearing everything apart.

One more step, if Zan was stepping in.

Zan could have been two lengthwise.

Fist that didn't arrive.

Storm arrived.

Neither was a fatal blow, but Zan admitted he lost.

"Thank you, Zan"

"Nothing, I didn't do anything to thank you"

"Yeah, it's not. Zan asked me if I was ready, didn't he? Be prepared to protect Mistral at any time, no matter what happens, no matter who stands up."

"Too much thought."

"I will never let Mistral go. Whatever happens, I swear to Zan that I will protect my family."

Hearing my determination, Zan raised the edge of his mouth only slightly.

I take care of my family.

I've been ready to make up my mind for a long time, but Zan wanted to figure that out.

For Zan, Mistral is like a sister.

Mistral is a dragon princess and a better fighter than he is, but for Zan, he's probably a cute family who wants to protect him forever.

Can I properly protect that precious person? [M]

If we get married, it's my husband and I who will take over Zan's role. So Zan wanted to see if I was ready until he put his life on the line again.

entrust Mistral. Zan and I needed a ritual of passage, right?

"Not at all. You are."

The battle followed, and Mistral came to us with a grudge. Hand Zan a small pot with a snot panacea and poke me.

"Ernea. Fine preparation, but that's not what you're telling Zan, it's not what you're telling our parents?

"Ha!"

Mistral's parents, Mr. Askles and Mr. Cornelia, stood shoulder to shoulder at a distance and laughed with pleasure.

I apologized for the inconvenience as Mistral applied medicine to the burn on the tip of my nose, and bowed my head to everyone.

Zan was knowledgeable, but Mistral fisted him and he was reluctantly apologizing.

"Nevertheless, that was a move you didn't know about"

"You mean moves like the Kaijus?

"That wouldn't be that easy."

"Right. For a moment, the storm seemed to converge, and the next blow gave me goosebumps."

"It's about you. I was warned there was something terrible going on."

"Mm-hmm. That was an idea."

The Great Sickle of the Atmosphere swung down from the sky was a knitted move.

Zan's, how to fight a battle that shredded waste to the extreme. And a thousand hands and feet to be swung down from Telu's head. I tried to shape it as a dragon technique because it felt like the two went together.

But no way, I wasn't expecting it to show so much cleavage.

Sharp, thin cracks were deeply open on the ground where the sickle was swung down.

The cutting-edge arrival point cannot be confirmed in the back of the dark.

"Because we both know what's in our hands. If he showed something he didn't know there, Zan thought he'd be more alert to defense than to attack."

"You got me on your mind. After that, I went into it, so I got preoccupied. Apparently, I'm still here."

As we shared our thoughts on the battle, the people who were visiting the Dragon Temple on business were pulling their faces.

"Oh, is that it yet..."

"Zan isn't the Dragon King yet..."

Apparently, Zan caused deep heartbreak to some dragon people.

They're the victims of this battle.