It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

The final tournament began.

Zach in Game One doesn't feel like a struggle, he manages to win, followed by Safina in Game Two, who also triumphs at risk.

(Really, you two are strong. If this were going to happen, I'd have been in a position to compete with you two sooner.)

While I regretted the status quo, I waited in the modest room for the third game to end. I hear cheers from afar in no time. My nervousness grows when I realize the game is over.

(Ugh... you're so nervous without a script. But this is going to lose without a weird little workmanship)

When the person in charge returned to the depot to call me, I nodded at the encouragement of Tütte and headed to the venue.

When I arrive at the arena, more cheers envelop me than ever before. I've been through a few games, and I almost got barometric pressure from that pressure, and I took a deep breath once. Opponents also come out of my reverse and confront me.

(The same goes for Zach and Magilka, but people in this world grow faster than people I've seen in my previous life. I don't think he's the same age.)

I'm taller than I am and looking at a little tighter bodied boy than any sports boy I've ever known in my previous life, he's been intimidating me by waving a wide-ranging two-handed sword once that he had.

"Huh, well, what measures have you worked out for me? No matter how hard I try, I'm gonna smash it."

What a reliable opponent to say confidently, I waved at the opponent when I was followed and pulled out my sword, expecting defeat.

"No small work today. Huh! I'll fight you head-on!

The venue turned to my dialogue, and the opponent with a surprised face thanked me deeply when he returned to his former face.

"Thank you! That's the white princess!

(Huh? What? Why am I thankful? Somebody tell me, Pleas)

Am I in his word? When Mark came to mind and turned his awareness to senior Carlis in the venue, he was just about to have a senior fantasy commentary.

"After all, has it come to that? Everywhere, you fight on the same stage as your opponent, Miss Mary."

"What do you mean?

Magilka hits a question on Senior Carlis, who talks in the face.

"As you can see, the opponents are the same type of warriors as Zach. Miss Mary certainly has worse minutes if you're in the industry. Instead, he would lose quickly if she fought there because he was so weaker in psychological warfare and brainstorming. So, while I alerted myself to such a void, Miss Mary has declared a head-on battle to blow such anxiety. Even if you know you're going to be at a disadvantage, that's fine."

Senior Carlis' words turned the venue's twirl into wow and cheer. Of course, I haven't heard it at all, but I can only guess that misunderstandings have arisen again because everyone looks at me with a nod and admiration around Senior Carlis.

"So, Game 4 of the Final Tournament I, here we go!

As I sigh deeply, the referee speaks up and the game begins.

(I shouldn't, concentrate on the game, concentrate. What your father and mother are watching, all of a sudden you have to do is avoid defeat.)

I lay down my sword, and when I looked at him, he was also alert or watching as he distanced himself from Jiriziri.

(Yikes! What do we do? What do we do? What am I supposed to do, me? I guess I'll just leave it to the end)

Because I didn't know the power of my opponent, I didn't have an ex or a child if I did something bad and won, so I threw my thoughts aside and decided to focus only on dealing with what happened in front of me. It's called, it's just a go.

"Ha!

You cut the paralysis, your opponents have set it up better. But it worked slower than the safina, and because of the monotony of the movement like Zach, I was somehow able to deal with it.

Fall back on your opponent's big swing and fly to the side for a subsequent cut from the upper level.

(We need to attack this one a little bit. Let's go this way!

Somehow the movement resembled Zach and it was a huge swing, so I thrust in with the feeling that I was in a mock war with Zach.

"Amy!

(Oh, that?

As his two-handed sword plays my unleashed thrust as he wishes beside me, I was left to become, and my grunge and body spin as-is without killing that momentum, and I take it one step further forward.

"What!

I was also reassured that I had judged my attack, and while I was surprised that I had turned to further attack, I spun and waved the momentum towards him.

(hey, mah! Stop it!

"Shit!

He was holding the sword. When he let go of his left arm aggressively, he put out that arm with strength toward my sword on his belly guard, preventing...

"Guaah!"

... I didn't.

My offense, which gained momentum, always wielded the momentum to bust Zach, blowing him away with every arm I guarded.

(Shit. Ah! He wasn't Zach! with the usual habits)

I get a big cheer from the audience with a pale face on my ass that I've done it.

"Wow... oh my gosh. The biggest gap in humans making a massive attack is the kind of move I knew it was right after the attack. Plus, a blow using your whole body with added centrifugal force. There would be no point in that powerful wave of defense just taken in such a crumbling position. It is no surprise that Miss Mary will win the collision of powers of physical difference in such a way"

and so on, and cheering voices go even more voluminous in senior Carlis' words.

"Damn... is there a way to fight like this?"

Whether my attacked left arm has been paralysed or broken, the opponent looks at me with the look of agony with Dara ~ n powerless lowered.

(Not good, not good, not good! This flow is very bad! Next, yes, next attack, I lose! Yeah, I'm gonna lose!

Based on what has been happening so far, I have decided that this development is an unpleasant development that will lead me to victory, and I intend to lose the next attack in order to end it forcefully.

"But! It's not over!

That said, he has held a sword with one right hand and waved all his strength down from the upper section to me so as to meet my expectations. Too temperamentally I inadvertently lay my sword down and try to take it.

(Hey, idiot! Take it. What are you gonna do, take it, take his attack! And you're going to fall and finish this game! If you win his temper, you'll manage to delude him! We can still make it now)

As his sword approached, I thought so, and as soon as the sword struck, tilting his sword down aggressively to stop the defense, his sword slipped beautifully through my sword and fell to the ground.

(Oh, that?

That's how, when I realized, I had handled his full blow brilliantly, confronting him in his best position to victory, and had stopped thinking while driving his sword to the outside of my sword.

Temporary silence.

Confused as to what I would do in the position I had recieved, he was recieved, stared at his sword on the ground for a few moments, then closed his eyes once and then looked at me. There's no temper there like that just now.

"Surrender."

To be clear, he lets go of the sword he had.

"Winner! Mary Legalya!

Let go of me, solidified in a position that remained in circulation, and things proceeded with the proclamation of victory of the referee, and the cheer grew.

"Brilliant. I didn't know Miss Mary was taking his blow head-on without running away, mindful of him for not giving up until the end. But the diversion was incredible, because he was completely defenseless, and Miss Mary didn't turn to attack, no, and left it to his discretion."

"I can see it... Dear Mary, I can't believe it..."

"Lady Mary is also lovely without mercy"

Zach shows more colour of fear in the words of senior Carlis, a fanatic commentator who can't hide his surprises, and a snooze safina. The audience that heard the conversation between the three strong players spared no applause and cheer, and I made it to the semi-finals.

(How could this happen? Ooh! God's mean ooh!