My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Rubbed by a wave of enthusiastic people, they still pull people together and move on.

Sorry, sorry, etc. I quickly reached the front row of the tournament seat with a light-hearted look around me.

"Oh, apparently you made it. He said it was worth it to leave the job to his men."

Cody shrugged so as he stroked the beard of his chin, finding a brunette boy standing on stage.

Cody's squad is ordered to patrol the city. He has pushed it against three men, starting with Robinson, to come out to watch the fighting tournament.

My men will be doing their job stupidly at grudge festival by now. Later, when we meet face to face, you will receive a small novel, but now it is a priority to forget about it and satisfy your curiosity.

A few games to watch a game with a great view and a lack of fun. The boy you're looking for finally showed up on stage.

Costumes tailored in quality leather. The cage hand attached to the left arm also seems to use a different material from common bronze due to its color flavour.

(That's a better mon than the lower knight "We". Some nobleman, huh?

And your call name, Mr. It was a fake name, Lord. It seems unlikely that he is just a citizen out of disguise.

Then pulling through to the Knights might be a little tricky. Whether or not to actually pull it off depends on strength, and Cody came to identify it.

In other words, this stands in the fine name of scouting for delicacies responsible for the Knights of the Future. I'm not skipping by no means.

etc., and we also prepared this reasoning at times of need. Now I can concentrate on the boy's game without any worries.

"Shall we take a look at the arrangement... huh?

But the game was over before Cody ran out of lines like that. Shortly after the ringing!, Lorde, stuffed in time with one leg, had bounced off his opponent's sword, poking his cutting-edge at the next moment.

It hasn't taken three seconds, if it takes time, to settle the electroluminescent fire. The fact that the opponent's boy's eyes are on the dot is also unwieldy.

Then a sharp gaze like shooting your opponent might stir up more fear than a simulated knife that was stopped in front of you.

Swallow by the atmosphere of the murderous Lord, the opponent shook his voice and declared his surrender.

To a moment's settlement, the ever boiling audience is also groaning without knowing what happened.

Lorde left without even paying attention to such ambient confusion.

"... come on, isn't this a real delicacy?

The contestants in these competitions are Pinkiri. I guess opponents today have a lot of strength, but only to the extent of age.

In other words, the focus is not on the victory. Amazing is that speed. Perhaps they would have lost if they had noticed, but they would have felt it.

If it's just a simple speed, it's totally above the load compared to the men I currently keep.

Without shaking in any way, surrounded by thousands of spectators, he tried to overwhelm him with a motion without waste or precipitation. It is brilliant to be a child who is still immature in the cardiac body, yet can perform all that exercise under this circumstance.

Such a gift, such a substitute for the wild.

It may be the ego of those who belong to the Knights who think so, but from Cody's point of view, we've never gotten past more talented people. It's up to them to decide whether or not to join the Knights even for scouting, and they're not as special a winner as they shy away from doing this.

(This looks like you should put a bump on it. It's just...)

Earlier in the fight, Cody was feeling some signs from the road. That's as if we're in a hurry to settle, very little, then a definite impatience.

This morning, less than an instant of sight staggers through the road. You can't possibly perceive the difference in isolated forces between yourself and your opponent. Naturally, it wouldn't even be a reason to rush to win.

Maybe Cody just got it wrong.

But if not, what was his rush for to show?

Such a question remained in Cody's chest.

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Harold was quick to notice Colette's presence. Fast forward with the call to start the game and quickly pull out and exit the surrender.

Returning to the stuffing place where the tournament participants refrained, they began to look for a certain boy by looking around.

There's a good chance that Colette was there. The protagonist of "Brave Hearts," Reiner.

The question is if he's in the same audience as Colette, or if he's in the tournament. It sucks to be fighting in this tournament.

Harold's wish that you stay in the guest seat, please, unfortunately disappeared with dew.

A dynamic tungtung head crosses Harold's sight, like embodying the energy of his time. Burning red, as the color of the hair can also be remembered.

When Reiner Griffith's name was called, he jumped out onto the stage in such a moody manner.

Make sure he looks like that. Harold can fall asleep. It was now confirmed that the liner was participating as an athlete.

(Seriously ~...? Should I abstain before I hit it?

This development should not have been in the original. In the game there is a scene where the liner is surprised to see the big ship when he arrives in Delphito. So I came to Delphito for the first time, and said something like that.

I have no idea why that is supposed to compete in a martial arts competition.

and don't sneak up on a god who doesn't even touch it. I just tried to think appropriately even for reasons of abstaining, and it comes to my mind that this is the same as it was this morning. Without even thinking deeply about it, I avoided it reflexively just because it was the original character.

In retrospect, Harold's gross hatred of Liner is the main cause of Clara's murder and the words and deeds in the making. And Clara's case has already been cleared.

That's the word, but I'm only going to act as honest as I've ever been before. I mean, none of the elements Liner hates.

Rather, it is better to stay close. I'm not even willing to join the main party at the forefront of danger, but I can use my knowledge of the original work to give advice that leads to enhanced combat power. You won't have ears to listen to in hostilities.

My head is getting a lot colder when I think about it.

Even if Erica and Colette ran into each other in the first place, they would still meet for the first time. There's no way past behavior will be exposed unless Harold is present there.

Erica likes herself and doesn't come close to Harold, so it's a good opportunity to find out more about the relationship between Liner and Colette throughout this tournament.

At the same time as confirming the strength of the liner at the moment, we can also build friendly relationships if we keep our faces connected for the future.

You don't have to miss this chance to squeeze your hands.

Harold focuses his consciousness on the game when he consolidates his policy. If you look at it, the liner just decided to win. I happily decide to gut pose.

Even a future hero who will save the world. Gamely speaking, I'd like to think that even if you're level one, you won't lose here.

Nevertheless, we should be honest with you first. It can also be a conversation.

(What a voice? Congratulations... "I'll do a little” or something. What a great thing this looks like. Er, to be unobstructed......)

A liner came right in front of me while I was thinking about that. I vomit my words aggressively in an attempt to call them off.

"Hey, redhead there"

As a result, I made a wrong choice of words.

I put my arms together and it turned out to be a very upscale thing to go with my posture as I kept my back on the wall.

But once it popped out of my mouth, I won't go back to the words. red head, the liner's leg stops at the word.

"Ah, you!

The called-off liner suddenly stuffed to recognize Harold's appearance.

I don't have anger in my eyes because I thought it made me angry, and for some reason I'm shining as a runner.

"Hey, you were a really fast guy, weren't you? I was watching, but I had no idea! How did you do that? Can I do it too!?

It was so full of food that Harold I talked to pulled it off. He was a character who remained childish even in the original, but is extra powerful when he is actually a child.

"Just tell me the trick! If that doesn't work, it's just what you're always doing! I can't move as fast as you."

"Shut your mouth around that waste first"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself yet. I'm a liner!

The liner offers his right hand well.

After only getting lost for a moment, Harold shook that hand.

"... it's Harold. Call it what you want."

"Whoa! Nice to meet you, Harold!

The liner comes with Nico and an uncontrolled smile. I guess in him he's already friends with Harold. That's the kind of boy a liner is.

That's a good point, even from Harold. It only hurts my conscience a little bit when I'm in contact with pure him full of heart, but I ignore that.

"I've been watching you fight, but it looks like you're going to do it somewhat. Some more than the other elephants."

"Hehe, Thankyou"

Whatever you ask, it just sounds like you're stirring up competition participants. Naturally I was skipped a rugged gaze from the people around me, but I didn't notice them like that and the liner honestly lit up. I can't understand the irony. The asshole child specification hasn't changed, apparently.

It is actually a rather gratifying reaction from Harold, where forced evil is a source of concern.

"But I don't bother to tell you. Fight me and let me steal it if you want to know. If you can win that much."

"I'll do it! Harold, don't lose until you hit me, okay?

"Who are you telling things to? What you're going to find out is the difference in strength from me as far away as heaven and earth."

"I'm looking forward to it. See you later! See you at the game next time!

A belligerent smiling liner with an earlier disappearing nostalgia and, as always, the magnificent Harold. Victory and invincibility.

First of all, this is the outpost.

Other participants were staring at those two faraway. I can't help thinking they provoked each other because they were both unintentionally mouth-watering apart from each other.

I decided to raise the hurdle to the liner without trying, but the protagonist would jump over this much easier.

"That's what makes it worth fighting for."

That's how Harold shrugged as he looked at his right hand, which left a powerful gripping feel.