Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Even after class last semester, my training days and those of Mr. Ira continued.

Many people originally return home to their local parents this time of year, but it seems that more than 80% will remain in the Wang capital this year due to the influence of the Holy Martial Arts Festival.

"Let's do this today"

Mr. Ira, who breathes on his shoulders, wets his sweat.

"Ha, ha... yeah, okay"

Even today, the first training ground was boiling in the heat.

Thanks to the setting of the sun, it's better now than the time I started.

Finished cleaning up, I lay my back on the wall and take a breath.

"When Ira enters a linear trajectory, she gets more swords."

Ira, with a crisp grin, wets the sweat accumulated in her jaw.

"Really? Huh. I'm glad to hear that."

"Actually, if it's an attack when you're knocking, there's a moment when you use your nerves so much to react."

Her sword in a linear orbit has the impression of increasing speed and power by about 50%.

Maybe because it's a straight track, but fifty percent is phenomenal.

On the contrary, not being a bad curved track is a great strength.

Hopefully we can use this trait somewhere in the game...

It should take something to beat the two chairmen and Mr. Cecily.

I'm not the one who can try and win helplessly.

Especially when it comes to those two unique surgical formulas, we have to strike special measures.

For now, if we're good, one thing we can do...

"Atashi, I'm glad I asked Krohiko for an archaic opponent"

Thinking about it, Mr. Ira opened her mouth.

"If you say so, it's worth taking on too."

"Recently, I've been getting a good feeling that I'm getting stronger. You weren't sure you were getting stronger until Crohiko put on the archery..."

"From my eyes, Mr. Ira's definitely getting stronger."

I have learned from Mr. Currier and the head of the Sochute how to be an archaic opponent, and I am just implementing that teaching, but the effect seems to be more than I expected.

She was originally equipped with talent.

Until now, I just couldn't grow that talent significantly because of the absence of a suitable teacher.

The presence of a compatible teacher is significant.

Even I have not reached my present strength without Mr. Currier or Captain Sochute.

It would have been more of an unbalanced combat capability than it is now if it had only been bottomed up by the forbidden beast's "eating" power.

The Double Dragon, which I am now specially training in, is taking on quite a bit of shape, also thanks to the fact that the basement of the sword was naturally cultivated in training with Mr. Currier.

"After this, Krohiko will practice that move again?

Ira has also seen the practice landscape of "Double Dragon" several times.

"Yeah, lightly, but I think it's important to do it every day."

"You're a hard worker, aren't you?"

"That goes for Ira, too. But you're careful not to try too hard, right?

"Yes, I'll be careful."

In the dawn of training, it is physically and mentally burdensome.

Training makes sense only if you can continue.

So I want to make sure I can afford to enjoy my routine in moderation.

The harsher the training, the more thoughtful breathing you need.

So is the body, but mental health is just as important.

"Shall we drink tonoa water in the dining room?"

"Ugh."

After we left the training ground, we changed into uniforms and met up and headed to the dining room.

I look out the window as I walk down the hallway.

"You're approaching, Holy Martial Arts Festival"

It's invisible, but far from where you're looking, it's the cathedral.

The Great Sacred Ground is a semi-circular building that, in an emergency, becomes a robust fortress.

I hear that many of the King's citizens were evacuated to the Holy Place even at the time of the Four Wesen disaster.

They also use it for festivals, but this time, the Great Sacred Place became the venue for the Holy Martial Arts Festival.

"After class last semester, the Saint Martial Festival is approaching... and the air of the candidates is starting to feel good, isn't it? Actually, Atashi, I'm looking forward to it now. I can't wait to think I might be able to fight those Cecilies and the chairmen."

Ira's eyes, staring towards the Great Sacred Ground, are filled with the light of anticipation.

"It was all Atashi's goal, because I admired it"

Reminds me of her determination.

- Until the end of the Sacred Martial Arts Festival, I want to try my best to win.

I want you to win.

That's what I feel right now.

Special training, of course, I want to put as much effort into supporting her as possible to get closer to victory.

Arriving in the dining room, we bought tonoa water and took a seat.

"Speaking of which, are the people of Louvel Argan and the Empire coming soon?

"Apparently."

It's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Shanna.

"If you win, you fight in front of those people and the Holy King... if you do, Atashi, you're going to be up"

"Enjoy the tension, too. It's the big stage that counts as much as you enjoy it. That kind of mindset must be important to win."

"Oh well... yeah, you are. eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"

It was an unexpected word, but it seemed to work.

I didn't even think about it until a while ago, when I was in a position to advise someone.

This is one change - can we say growth?

"Anyway, let's do everything we can to get to the Holy Martial Arts Festival. I'll do my best to help."

Mr. Ira nodded forcefully, "Uh-huh.

I was walking in the hallway with Mr. Currier, where the sun couldn't reach me.

The walls are equipped with crystal lamps at equal intervals, and the hallways are surrounded by a kind of mystical atmosphere.

"It's finally tomorrow, Sacred Martial Arts Festival"

"What do you say, Ira's finish?

"I just did what I could. How's Mr. Cecily?

"I guess genius still refers to that one. Hibigami just admitted his talent. I am categorically opposed to letting Cecily go to her end-of-life home, but if she had grown up in the same environment as me and survived safely, she would have become more swordsman than me"

"More than Mr. Currier, is it?

"My combat skills were developed in the environment and experience. inferior to Cecily in terms of quality of talent"

I feel one talent for continuing to gain experience without dying in an end-of-life home environment.

"Hmm? What's up?

"No... I wondered what kind of lawn was in the next house."

On this day when I withheld the Holy Martial Arts Festival from tomorrow, I was taking a trip to the Grand Sacred Ground with Mr. Currier, looking down.

The Grand Sacred Ground was about the same size as the common dome stadium in the previous world or more.

A blowout that looks out for the sky, but you think you can form a clear ceiling with the power of a surgical machine?

They say that a surgical machine that generates a clear ceiling membrane is valuable, and if it breaks, there is no alternative.

The membrane that completely covers the ceiling, he said, cannot be torn by a half-breed impact in an attempt to raid from the sky.

It was also here that the Great Sacred Ground was used as a place of refuge.

Once the membrane is stretched, except for the narrow spaces of the bow and surgical opening and closing, the entrance will be at only four locations, east, west and north.

In other words, if even those four locations can be protected, it will not be possible to break inside.

I just didn't know until the end if that membrane prevented Masso's fist of the Four Wesen that danced through the universe.

"It's amazing how architectural technology makes buildings like this."

"Right. I can't build a building, even if I wave my sword. If I don't need this sword anymore, I wonder what's going on."

"Would you like to open a small restaurant with me? The cook's in charge, Mr. Currier, and I'm on the job."

"Hmm, can people call it in my cooking?

"You can call it!

"You're so confident."

'Cause Mr. Currier's food is so delicious.

"Mm... well..."

"To be honest, I want to eat it for the rest of my life."

"Ugh, um..."

"Ho, is that true?

"You're complimenting me on my cooking because, uh, okay... see, let's go!

I rub my voice up, and Mr. Currier goes ahead on his own.

Has it offended me?

But it wasn't a disgusting breeze from the feel of my voice... Ha!

In a hurry, chasing the shaking back of silver hair.

"Please wait... Mr. Currier"

The Great Sacred Ground is not a place open to everyone, but admission is possible as long as procedures are in place.

The first game of the first day is played in each training ground of the school because of the very high number of matches.

There will be matches after WWII in this Grand Sacred Ground.

I caught up with him and I asked him, speaking of which,

"Mr. Currier has seen the Match Table for Game One, have you?

This morning, the combination of the First Battle of the Holy Martial Arts Festival was affixed to the school square.

"Oh, I saw it"

As far as the Match Table goes, Mr. Ira and Mr. Cecily will never win the first match.

By the way, the Saint Martial Festival opponent's table is shuffled and republished for each of WWI, WWII, and WWIII, so it's impossible to predict an earlier opponent as of WWI.

Still - to a certain extent, the contestants that will definitely stay, though, can be predicted.

"I hope we can beat each other, Mr. Ira and Mr. Cecily"

"Oh. The Cecily one, he looks cool in front of everyone... but at the time of training, he was typing in enough for me to barometric pressure. And... if you look at that feeling in the morning, you can also see that Ira was encouraging harsh training"

After the St. Martial Festival approached, I noticed that apparently, after training with me, Mr. Ira was moving places and working out separately by herself.

Due to that double training fatigue, it looks like the morning sleepers frequented.

"We both want our efforts to be linked to results."

"Yes."

Mr. Ira is preparing for tomorrow and resting in his quarters today.

I heard Mr. Cecily made it a holiday too.

I guess the majority of the contestants, not just the two of them, have today on their day off.

That's why I'm free today.

I was just accumulating daily fatigue, so I cut myself up in the morning.

And after I finished my workout, I was going to go straight home and rest.

But when I passed in front of the girls' quarters to get home, I flashed.

If Cecily is on holiday too...... isn't Currier free today too?

So on the pretext of looking down at the Holy Place, I invited Mr. Currier out.

"Now I'm happy"

Mr. Currier said when he even came to the playing field inside the Grand Sacred Ground.

"I'm so anxious to be so happy. Before I fall asleep, I always have myself to close my eyes wishing these days would go on forever"

The sunset shone from the peeking sky, illuminating Mr. Currier's face.

Silver hair glows warmly with orange light.

With that smile, I learned a heartbeat that I don't know how many times already.

"You're the one who gave me this happiness, Crohiko."

The unspeakable joy came in.

But I can't think of a thoughtful return.

And if I tried to return a carefree long dialogue, my voice trembled with joy and I couldn't seem to say it well.

"It will continue, I'm sure"

So I gave that back briefly.

There are no more Four Felonies.

Personal scope concern material is settlement with hibigami.

Would the material of concern within the scope of this country be the resumption of the empire's Oriental aggression?

But no matter what happens, I'll try to protect you.

If they take it temporarily, I'll make sure they get it back.

And to those who have taken these days...

"I want these days to go on forever, too."

…………

Then we stood side by side and watched the orange-dyed unmanned playing field for a while.