Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Cecily Arklite once succeeded in her attack against those four fierce calamities by looking further up at the wounds she cut once.

Now that you think about it, that still seems like a huge thing.

The opponent was bombing a murderous name all over the continent. Four vicious calamities.

How much ultimate concentration and precision did it take to decide that move on such an opponent?

Or I thought.

At that time, maybe she was in a temporary pseudo-" polar sky "state.

"A pseudo-' polar sky 'state," you say?

"I don't think it's an impossible story. I mean, that's all I can explain so far in me."

That's what I said to Currier, who asks, staring at the leopard Mr. Cecily.

"What a guy..."

But there are also questions.

Why hasn't it been activated before?

Here's my guess.

Separating whether it activates is whether instinct remembers a threat to the target or not.

Doesn't the watershed exist there?

Chairman Kudelka showed growth that could also be called awakening in this game.

And that awakening awakened Mr. Cecily's pseudo-Polar Sky.

It was activated during the Four Murders disaster also because instinct determined the target to be an "overwhelming threat" - if you think about it that way, it's also convincing.

Mr. Cecily was revving the game.

But...

"Damn! Still, I can't decide."

Mr. Currier slaps his knee in regret.

"If Cecily is in a pseudo-' polar sky 'state now, as Crohiko put it, it's amazing. But... it's a fake."

Chairman Doristos said.

There is tension in that voice.

I found myself talking sweat gripping my hand.

"There's no such thing as real being inferior to fake... Huh!

That was an accurate insight.

Indeed, Mr. Cecily revved.

But it only brought the negative back to zero.

It just went from disadvantage to antagonism.

More than Chairman Kudelka has outnumbered him by the number of effective hits, if we continue fighting each other like this, time runs out and Mr. Cecily loses.

"Did Chairman Wind Keys evolve too much in this WWIII...... cum! But Cecily will never give up! He wins! Must be!"

"No! Unless this antagonistic state breaks down, there can be no victory for Cecily!

Mr. Currier and Chairman Doristos.

We had a fever for each other's support.

I'm totally attracted to it, too.

No longer do the two people on the battlefield even show signs of uttering words.

The more Mr. Cecily even shows us fighting unconsciously, the more he concentrates on the game.

The noise of the venue was now quiet too.

My brother, Mr. Diares, also sees it in the way he lost his word.

Prince Yugud, who seemed somewhat bored in other games, also watched this game to eat in.

Same goes for my grandfather, Mr. Guiden.

And the Holy King.

Guests from other countries too.

Everyone was fascinated by another semifinals.

I held my hand in my mouth as I stared at the game.

This game, though, Chairman Doristos is right......

If you can't break the antagonism, Mr. Cecily has no winning eyes.

The game time is half past.

…………

I just don't feel right about it.

"Oh, no!

One of the audience cried out for grief, as if to release the accumulated tension.

"I temporarily thought Cecily Arklite was back in action, but I wanted to be too late already! You can't win that one!

Guh, and Mr. Currier seeps remorse.

What did you feel sorry for?

Probably for something I can't argue with.

Mr Currier's reaction showed that he had not given Mr Cecily any measures to open up this situation.

I suppose we can now say that we have put out each other, pre-prepared measures.

"But Cecily Arklite did a great job too..."

"Right. 'Cause you're only a freshman, right?

"So the stretch bill is still there!

"Yes! Instead, we should praise the good fight!

"Well done, Cecily Arklite!

At last, Mr. Currier stared at the audience in a wind that was no longer overwhelming.

"Wow!? Hey, what the... Huh?

"Not yet, the game is over. No... don't say it like Cecily lost already..."

…………

If Mr. Currier hadn't told you, I would have just bitten.

Undo the body that was turning diagonally back.

"That's right. The game isn't over yet."

"Crohiko."

Mr. Currier looks happy.

"And..."

"Is it also something that bothers you, Crohiko?

"The current situation… something, discomfort…"

What's caught?

Something's happening on that battlefield right now.

Ok.

"Mr. Currier."

"Huh? Me...? What's wrong with me?

Mr. Pompous Currier.

"We haven't decided on this game yet. Look, Mr. Currier."

Impossible, but possible.

"Just a little bit... Mr. Cecily, aren't you getting the advantage?

"Huh? Ah... ho, it's true... hmm... no way, chairman Kazuki had his health run out?

"No... I don't think I'm out of strength"

From the feel, Chairman Kudelka should still be strong enough.

I guess I've also put a lot of effort into building strength for this Sacred Martial Arts Festival.

"Perhaps thanks to the individuality of the sword"

"Hmm? You think it's a personality? Something about the personality of the sword."

Looks like Mr. Currier noticed, too.

Exactly.

"No way...... is that possible? Opponent that excessively changed sword mould...?

"It's possible. It's Mr. Cecily."

"Oh, uh..."

It was Senior Ray who came in there.

"Hey, what are you talking about...? Not for me, but I don't know what you two just discovered..."

Here, some spectators notice the change.

"Oh, that? Something's making Cecily dominant?

"Really."

"Kudelka's health is running out......?

"But I don't look that tired..."

Currier, who understands everything, explains it to Senior Ray, sweating cold.

"Cecily is probably" prefetching "Chairman Kazaki's sword"

"Huh? Because now our chairman's sword mould..."

"Oh, yeah. Too different from the original mould. Still... the core part, it always stays. Whatever thick paint you can use to make it harder."

It can be said that sniffing the smell of the "core" behind it, which is thickly applied and solidified, is an absolute necessity.

No.

Normally, it's close to impossible.

"So, but it is!? That three-knife stream can only be described as an unknown type! It's too different from the shape of our chairman I know! It's like something else!?

After exhaling to relieve tension, Mr. Currier answers the question.

"Even so - at the end of the day, it also means a type derived from the" core "of personality. Couderka Ferraris, by the name of"

Chairman Doristos broke in this time in the wind that he was finally unbearable.

"Oh, it can't be! I mean, is that what this is about!? Cecily says," We are constantly fighting predicting every derivative type of the Cuderca sword "!? That's too unrealistic!

"Honestly, I agree with you, student chairman."

"-!?

"What Cecily is doing right now is... too unrealistic"

Numerous branches that branch away from the core of individuality.

What shape does that branch form, and how does it stretch from it?

I will look only at the thin core parts and quite anticipating those finished shapes that will be made in the future.

The fragments of "personality" that accumulate during battle are then incorporated without rest into the core part.

Then, the "prefetch" accuracy increases even further.

Countless prefetches.

Not one, countless.

Impossible, but possible.

A girl called to possess a gift.

Genius, Cecily Arklite.

To its name, no falsehood.

"And Crohiko finally figured out why he gave me my name earlier,"

I said "Mr. Currier" earlier because I felt the traits were similar.

Mr. Currier has the trait that the longer he fights, the more he "fits" the way he fights.

And now Mr. Cecily accumulates data as he fights, predicting his opponent's next attack by that huge database - calculating and "fitting" the way he fights.

Very, very similar.

…………

Well, this is more of a story about who Mr. Currier is who can do it on a daily basis even though there is no pseudo-" polar sky "state...

"Oh! Cecily Arklite is the fourth effective hit!

Mr. Cecily, who pushed back at once, took the fourth effective hit.

Pre-reading that even predicts the opponent's "Unknown Derivative Type".

Can this be said to be one future view?

She now sees the landscape further ahead of it, of the pre-reading.

At that time, a strong light was emitted.

Glowed, around Chairman Kudelka's glutes.

Did you refine the sacrament to the maximum?

According to the specifications of the Saint Martial Festival bracelet, there is a ceiling for the amount of sacrament that can be refined.

I guess I worked out a critical amount to reach that ceiling or not.

And if you manipulate the saccharin amount slightly incorrectly, the limit amount of the bracelet is exceeded and disqualified at that point.

Of course, if you increase the amount of saccharin you refine, the load on your body will also jump.

But Chairman Kudelka would be aware of the risk.

I was ready to go to battle.

"Yu - Hit it effectively!

Wah, cheered.

"I took it!? Ku, Kudelka has returned one valid hit!?

It's mean.

When I got there, we both... Huh!

"Now, four against four!

Senior Ray lifted his hips and raised his voice.

"When we get here, we'll have to win, Chairman!

When I saw it, Mr. Dearless in the audience was also sitting on his back.

"Keep pushing, Cecily!

There followed the

"Master Cecily! It's another stomp!

"Let it be, Master Cecily... you can win!

Sieg and Mr. Hilgis watched the game somewhere else than we did.

The next thing I heard was the voices of the members of the Wind Discipline Society.

No - there, too, the voices of the members of the student council are ringing.

"Chairman Kudelka! If you're the chairman, you can do it! Absolutely, you can win!

"Damn you, Chairman... Gu Gu... yes..."

"If this happens, please win until our chairman's minute, Chairman Kudelka. Ooh!

As a matter of fact, Mr. Beoza, who was watching the game, also speaks up.

"To build momentum on my finals... I'm in trouble if I don't get you to win here, Kudelka!

Then Mr. Currier also stood up in an unexpected manner.

"Go, Cecily! You're the best swordsman I've ever recognized! You win this semifinals!

Chairman Doristos also rises.

"Couderka! You can win! I entrust you with everything I have for this Holy Martial Arts Festival! So... don't win!

The expression is no longer the expression of one who speaks to the companion of a dog monkey.

Already, it belonged to pure supporters.

Two people on the battlefield.

One foot from each other, packing up an intermission.

A world without sound.

Maybe those two now don't hear the venue anymore.

All I hear is, maybe, each other's heart and breathing sounds.

Chairman Kudelka waves a small knife in his right hand.

Mr. Cecily accepts it with his left hand sword.

Chairman Kudelka knocks down his body and builds momentum, shaking down sharply the long knife on his mouth.

Mr. Cecily launched his right-hand sword and bounced back its swinging down.

Chairman Kudelka feels upside down with the bounced recoil.

But I can't loosen my hands on the attack.

He didn't stop moving and came straight for an effective hit with the sheath of his right hand.

Mr. Cecily's divine speed return blade bounces the sheath of a long sword forcefully from the right.

From Chairman Kudelka's hand, the sheath broke away.

But was there also impotence in the way the force of the return blade was applied?

Mr. Cecily's right-hand sword slips over the battlefield at about the same speed as the bounced sheath and stays away.

The sword of the left hand is now equal to the impending.

Only a long knife fitted to Chairman Kudelka's mouth that has been launched can now move into an offensive position on this occasion.

If that goes back to being usable, Chairman Kudelka's victory - everyone thought.

At that time, Mr. Cecily's hand stretched to Chairman Kudelka's Hips.

"Ah."

That's right.

There was more.

Weapons, one more thing.

Chairman Kudelka's "The Sheath of the Knife" -

Mr. Cecily pulls out the sheath of the knife.

Shortly after, Chairman Kudelka's left hand cut the sky.

Were you less accustomed to pulling out the sheath with your left hand, which is different on the left side of your hips, than if you pulled it out with your right hand?

I wasn't used to the movement.

And you pulled out that sheath faster than the owner did...

――――――――

Faster than the opponent's long knife can be used, the sheath of that little knife Cecily Arklite has in her hands...

Indeed, he hit Chairman Kudelka hard in the left arm.

I was losing my word.

Clearly, I see it.

Mr. Cecily didn't see it.

She had not moved her gaze to the sheath when she pulled the sheath of her knife from Chairman Kudelka's waist.

The eye looked straight at the long knife in the other person's mouth.

I guess that's why Chairman Kudelka was also delayed in realizing that his opponent's aim was a sheath of knives.

Until recently, I thought, "Are you trying to take the long knife from this mouth? 'I might have thought.

The presence or absence of that thought time is likely to have divided the battle.

In short, Mr. Cecily was calculating everything.

I can think of that.

She was calculating all the following series of moves that each other had packed in time.

Therefore, it was not necessary to move the gaze towards the sheath of the knife.

How Chairman Kudelka moves.

In which position will the sheath of the knife come.

Where should I reach out and how much power should I pull through?

After I pull it out, where do I aim?

I calculated all of that - because I was "futuristic," and with my gaze movement, I didn't have to be prefetched my next hand.

I could make them use their time to think.

Differences in thought time could lead to victory.

I think I know better now as a real feeling.

The more you want to take me to the end-of-life home, the more reason that hibigami craved that talent.

"Yu...... Hit it effectively!

Lili breathed and raised her voice in good spirits.

"Winner, Cecily Arklite!