Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Now I am fighting in the final of the Holy Martial Arts Festival.

As the onslaught continued, Ira Horn felt a breath-taking tension.

I guess this is the kind of place where you're talented, I guess.

When I got a little distracted, the thread I was straining was going to cut off with putz.

I feel like I'm crossing a thin line.

anxiety that springs up from beneath your body.

The feeling of being desperate and suppressing it from the top.

Because we're fighting in that Cecily Arklite and Saint Martial Festival finals.

Because you're fighting that Cecily on such an amazing stage.

It's weirder if this doesn't happen.

But the body moves naturally.

Move properly.

As if, to be guided.

Behavior of special training that has been repeated hundreds and thousands.

This path he laid for himself.

I'm just following that path.

Just a little bit, could you have been like him?

Just for a moment, would I be able to move his mind?

Cecily waves up her sword with a wrist movement and cleverly plays Ira's sword down.

With minimal effort and movement, Cecily prevented Ira from hitting the synagogue when she went to decide to hit him effectively.

Decided, I thought.

But Cecily broke that hunch, which was close to certainty.

Girl called genius.

This is genius, I think.

I've known her for a long time, but I felt the decisive difference when I was in a mock game right after school.

At that time, I was also elected by Teacher Joseph as a man of strength.

But Cecily was overwhelming among them.

More than myself, more than Fiburg.

Everything is vibrant.

Everything is beautiful.

Everything was shining.

She told herself it was something different from her.

The cause of the Horn and Arklight families is equally settled in the generations of their brothers anyway.

However, the heavy pressure from the house did not change.

You should know.

I can't believe stones can't beat gems.

But it's okay.

You just have to hang in there.

Do it yourself.

I can do the best I can.

You couldn't win, you just have to show them the best you can.

That's how I was thinking.

One boy, who was not there on the day of the induction ceremony, came to the same group.

Anyway, I don't think I'm confident.

Anyway, I felt like myself.

I wondered if we could get along.

Against him at first. I was treating him with a little back stretch.

And after that mock game, the words I spoke to him.

In retrospect, I feel I was pointing it at myself.

Maybe if I could encourage him, I felt like I could encourage myself.

But he was a lot more amazing than I thought.

Forbidden Spell.

How dare he defeat the Cyclops summoned in class with that legendary curse?

That's when I understood he was someone different from me.

Yes, I almost thought.

But - after he defeated Cyclops, he was weak all at once, as if the tension had been resolved.

I don't think he thought he could win or anything like that.

Then there was all sorts of things, and he and I were to carry out a giant crusade operation for the Holy Ruins.

There was so much more going on at that time that I was about to hate myself.

But he supported me.

He was so sweet.

And when he was doing something for someone, he realized that the lack of confidence that was hidden in him was disappearing.

I'm sure he didn't have time for anxiety.

No time for that, he helps his loved ones.

I thought he was an amazing person after all.

He has changed.

In a short period of time, it changed so much that it could be seen differently.

Oh, my God, I defeated those four fiends.

The Sixth Chamber man, who said he did terrible things to Currier, also defeated him.

And the folks in the end-of-life town who were trying to ruin the Holy Martial Arts Festival.

And the mysterious monster who showed up with the people of that end-of-life town.

He's gone.

But it didn't change.

It hasn't changed much, it was sweet.

He became successful as he felt when he first met Sagara Krohiko.

Strong, became.

But I know myself.

He's gotten so strong - he's changed because he's been working hard to make people twice as strong.

I heard all his stories from Currier.

Cecily told me a lot.

Various people told me about Crohiko's efforts.

And I thought.

Can you be?

Myself, like that.

He won't give up.

I still remember Currier's face talking like that seemed kind of very happy.

I think there are two kinds of admiration.

Distant longing and near longing.

The distant longing is Cecily.

No, I guess the truth is that Crohiko is also a distant admirer's side.

But now - not for a while now, near him, I want to admire.

I want to feel him close.

Anyway, I can't win - just like that, right now, I don't want to think about it.

"It's not the big one Ira thinks it is, me."

'Really?

'Even when I fought Hibigami and Beshgum, I was desperate anyway... even when it was noise and Skorbanger. I was just desperate.'

"Um... maybe you can't beat this opponent, or did Crohiko ever think about it?

'Rather than, I felt like I had to win. You mean you had to hit the best you could to win...'

"... I knew it was amazing, Crohiko was"

'I think it seemed that far because it was for someone'

"Someone's, for..."

'At no time, because my loved ones were in my head... so I don't think I even had a choice to give up'

I don't want to give up.

When I can change, I want to believe.

Take him,

I still want to be chasing you.

Talking to Crohiko makes me feel like I can do it myself.

Courage comes.

Why not?

What's so special about him?

"Because my loved ones were in my head"

…………

After all, that's what I think it is.

So I don't have a choice to give up on myself right now.

Increase the speed of swinging the sword even further.

My lungs start screaming.

But I can't stop - I'm not going to stop anymore.

One day.

After my special training, I was on my way back to my quarters.

There was a stone drop on the side of the road.

I watched the stone for a while giving in.

I remember my lips were broken with nature.

And to no one, I snapped.

"If you don't give up, there's bound to be a day in the stone... where you can shine like a jewel, right?

I can see the cheer gaining momentum.

Holy Martial Arts Festival, Finals.

I can see the thought purifying.

I can see the increasing purity of combat thinking.

A sharp, sharp feeling.

A blade of sword, gripped with both hands, hits the side of Cecily Arklite's left chest, hard, slapping.

Sure, affordable.

"Effective Hit!

How many effective hits would that have been?

…………

That's right.

Now, the third.

And two more.

It will, like him.

Like crohiko.

And if you win this holy martial arts festival...

"I'm in."

Naturally, my ears were picking up the voice of "He" emanating from within the venue.

"Pseudopolar Sky, State"