Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

"Up to the same number, they returned an effective hit...... Huh!

It's activated, it's activated.

Mr. Cecily's Pseudopolar Sky.

There was a moment when Mr. Ira moved sharply at once as she continued her onslaught.

Suppose you prompted activation, at that moment?

Now Mr. Ira is in one turn and on the other side of the defense.

The problem is that they are starting to read the sword muscle.

Having entered that state, Cecily predicts and prepends the opponent's sword muscle on the spot.

In addition, information for pre-reading accumulates in the fight.

The longer he prolongs, the more disadvantageous Mr. Ira becomes.

But still...

"Often, you're outdone..."

Senior Ray uttered almost the same words that I had in mind.

Yes, it is.

Ira is critical to preventing Cecily from attacking her vibrantly in that state.

No - the expression 'preventing' may not be correct.

Ira was unavoidably physically attacked by an attack that she decided would not be effective.

Focus your defenses only on attacks that you identify as effective hits.

Any attack that you decide will not be an effective hit will be taken with a no-guard.

Small damage accumulates, but for as long as you are choosing an attack to defend, you are sure to prevent it.

"But it's critical... you know, it can't last long... eh"

Senior Ray holds the bush of both hands.

Mr. Ira is now pouring all of his fighting power into interception.

Therefore, we cannot move on to the offensive.

Mr. Cecily's constant and continuous attacks do not allow it.

"Ira...... Huh!

There was more urgency in Senior Ray's expression than in his final match.

I know how you feel.

The more harrowing, Mr. Ira's defense is always critical.

If you cut your focus to identify even a few hard hits, you'll get an effective hit at that point.

There is also an accumulation of damage, but a bigger problem than that could be health.

No matter how confident you are in your health, if you keep moving like that without rest, you will soon run out of strength.

Obviously more exercise than Mr. Cecily, who is moving ahead of time.

Abundant, but not infinite.

So if the game stays this long...

Goh!

"... Huh?

Surprise and nervousness ran to the venue.

Elbow.

During the melee offensive, Mr. Ira tried to avoid the attack earlier by daring to step forward.

So, Mr. Cecily's elbow, just in the middle of waving his sword, struck him directly around his chin.

Gras, and Mr. Ira falls into the front.

And I lie on the floor like that.

Senior Ray saw me.

"Ko, this is... duh, what happens?

There are roughly six ways to settle the Saint Martial Festival game.

One, one of them takes five effective hits first.

2, More effective hitting at the expiration of time is more winning (in the same case, after WWIII it will be an extended battle).

3. The prescribed amount of saccharin of the bracelet is exceeded.

4. Disqualification due to irregularities.

5, the opponent shows willingness to lose.

6. If the judge determines that you are incapable of fighting because of stunning, etc.

No way, in the finals...... settled by the first "Uncombatable" of Wushu Festival III, is it...?

I found Mr. Lili troubled.

I was wondering if this is such a shameful showdown.

You can call that an accident.

Obviously, not intentionally.

However, it is not possible to take an effective hit, but an attack using flesh is not an irregularity.

No one did it, but to put it polar, would it also be ant to target stuns caused by tightening down?

In a way, I can also say that the rules behind the Holy Martial Arts Festival have emerged here.

Cecily looks down at Ira, who has fallen and fallen, with a look she does not think is clear in consciousness.

The venue began to bother me.

"Is there such a settlement...?

"I didn't see it because it felt deliberate..."

"- Hey, look!

The quality of the stirring changes.

Mr. Ira was standing up.

"Ya can do it!?

Lili confirmed that it was helpful, and Ira nodded.

Once again, Mr. Cecily is ready.

Once I checked on Ira, Lili raised her hand.

"We'll resume the game!

The venue was filled with joy.

"Somehow, the game seems to continue..."

And, Senior Ray.

"Yes... I got up so quickly, I don't think I have to worry about my body..."

I know why Senior Ray's expression doesn't come to mind.

The consciousness has returned, but Mr. Ira's unfavourable situation has not improved.

How do I crack this situation down against that pseudopolar sky?

Forward.

With enough momentum to call it a ramp, Mr. Ira stepped forward.

In a linear orbit I am good at, I will expose Mr. Cecily to a series of strikes.

Mr. Cecily, standing in receipt, scatters the slaughter as he cleverly recieves it.

"Huh?"

Senior Ray rounding his eyes.

"Ah, Ira..."

"Ira,?

The twist that should have disappeared earlier is shaken back once again.

After Cecily hit me in a row, Ira...

Towards a place where no one is... swinging the sword.

"It wasn't like that."

I wasn't conscious.

I got up right away, not because there was no damage.

It's just my instincts.

of battle, by instinct alone.

That's why my consciousness is still on top of me.

What hasn't disappeared is the will to fight.

…………

to the battle, will......?

"First off!

I got myself out of the railing.

Will to continue the fight - if Mr. Cecily recognizes that he is still an Opponent, he will remain attacked!

Cecily in the current Polar Sky State doesn't understand the exact condition of the opponent!

Concerns became a reality.

From behind Ira waving her sword into the void, Cecily jumped in with her sword.

"Mr. Ira!

"Ira!"

Quinn.

The sound of the blade meeting with the blade rang high.

"Prevent, is...?

Shortly after I realized that Mr. Node's voice, who was watching the game in the distance, overlapped my call, what a prevented Mr. Ira from attacking Mr. Cecily looming from behind.

Looking back, Mr. Ira.

I knew it by the look of my eyes.

"Not yet, not back..."

Consciousness is not yet fully restored.

The focus of my eyes is not back.

But...

"The light in my eyes - gone, not there"

Mr. Cecily has moved on to the next attack.

That's right.

Just because you've been prevented from attacking doesn't mean that's where the attack ends.

Shortly after showing the bare gesture of leaving once, Mr. Cecily stepped into super proximity, as if that body had become a return blade.

"- Heh... good!

It was the Holy King who sent a tense exclamation.

You mean the Holy King, who has always learned the sword from Mr. Cecily's grandfather, was also an unexpected roaring move?

Ira, shaken by the opponent's movements by his body's axis, breaks the balance.

Mr. Cecily's sharply arced sword...

Goh!

"-,... Grr!?

Mr. Cecily fails to attack and goes backwards.

"Yes, now... no..."

Head poke?

Oh, my God, Ira made Cecily eat the headbutt when she came in super close.

No, but I think I was right about that now.

I couldn't make it with my hands, and Mr. Cecily was wary of Ira's hand and foot movements.

So I shouldn't have been able to prevent effective hitting other than that.

I know it was an instinctive decision, but Mr. Ira's decision is not wrong now.

Phew, and Senior Ray wet his forehead sweat.

"It's also a harrassment... but most importantly, it stinks of mud that noble ladies don't think of as a way to fight each other..."

The audience seemed to feel the same way.

A magnificent final match between the daughters of a beautiful nobleman.

For those who imagined such a final, it would be a development they had never imagined.

But I know.

Sure, it could have been different than I imagined.

But everyone in this room is losing sight.

I know what it's like to be fascinated and keep your eyes open.

Again, the sword trident is restarted.

Neither, not a single step.

"No, Ira!

Senior Ray cheers.

…………

The problem is that the more time passes, the easier it will be for Mr. Cecily to predict the sword muscle.

The key is how to attack it.

"Hmm?"

Is that it?

It seems that after time, Ira has not been so disadvantaged......

No, rather... are you pushing?

I stared.

... right.

"Hey! Ira's pushing, Crohiko! I don't know, but that means Cecily hasn't been able to predict Ira's sword muscle like she did when she was our chairman!?

"Bleh, sounds like..."

"Bleh?"

"I saw Mr. Ira's sword tip and realized it. The tip of my sword is shaking irregularly..."

"The tip of the sword?

"Yes."

When I was in the previous world, I read about it in something.

Awesome Swordhawk tells the story like he won't let his opponent read the sword muscle by continuing to shake subtly without stopping the blade tip pitched.

Because I'm semi-conscious now... does that feel like a by-product of a lucky occurrence?

Anyway, Mr. Cecily has not been able to correct and predict up to the width of the brake.

It's getting harder to predict sword muscle on the spot.

Though a by-product, I didn't know there was such a tear...

The victory of Mr. Ira's will, perhaps I may say.

"Effective Hit!

Lili's hand is up.

"- Eh!"

Ira's sword strikes Cecily in the neck, slightly distorting her expression.

"I took it! Ira took one, Crohiko...... Huh!

He hugs me and jumps, Senior Ray.

"Thank you."

Four.

And then it arrives in one.

To win.

Mr. Ira kept attacking.

The sword is still rising.

Does consciousness mean it is purified?

The semi-conscious state of affairs may have made even more extra clutter disappear from Mr. Ira.

Pure combat thinking...

No, should I say combat instinct?

If Cecily's "pseudopolar sky" is to be regarded as computational combat thinking, Ira's thinking today may be described as instinctive combat thinking.

Then the situation now is the battle between computation and instinct.

The two men on the battlefield were already sweaty.

Venue temperatures are not low.

The fever is taking away your health.

Speaking of sports games, is it like an end game where your health is running out?

On the battlefield, the two sweats look glowing.

The intensity was increasing.

Each other's breathing is rough.

Your health should be draining to near its limit.

Yet - the sword is more beautiful.

Both of you.

The sound of swords and swords echoing and playing each other causes the illusion as if, even in music, they were playing.

It's hard to say that the two of us are in a normal state of consciousness right now.

But the two eyes look straight at the same thing.

There we go, on our way.

To the victory.

"As far as I'm concerned, I still want Ira to win... but I don't know which one to win anymore... eh"

Senior Ray raised the white flag completely about the prediction.

But are they in the venue, such as someone who can predict the winner of this match?

I can no longer predict either.

I just notice one thing here.

"Cecily, -"

I was sweating in the heat of the game, too.

But it was - a cold sweat - that threw a muscle through my forehead.

Undisputed.

Undisputed,

There's nothing I can do.

one thing,

Without question,

Genius.

"How far will you evolve?"

I made a correction to Ira's sword tip brace, and finally...

Forecast calculations have been matched.

Here.

In this, phase.

"... ugh, - yu, hit it effectively!

A wave of cheers called Waaaaaa covers the Great Sacred Ground.

The direction in which Lili's hands are rising is:

Cecily Arklite.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cecily Arklite gave me one back here!

"Whoa... dude, it's settled! It's settled! You see that now!?

"Oh! That was a blow I unleashed on an exquisite occasion, so much so that I don't think there's anything else... Huh!?

"Oh shit! It would be too worthy of the final, this game...... Huh!

"Good luck, Master Cecily. Ah!

"Ira Hornoo! One more step!

A wave of twists forms a vortex of excitement.

Mr. Node felt that the matter of protection had already disappeared from consciousness.

Mr. Dearless watches in a breathtaking way, but his gaze is hot.

Mr. Guiden is embarking on a railing.

Now,

Four against four.

Cry or laugh, you win the next effective hit.

Moreover,

"Hey Crohiko... Something's going on between you two -"

Has the earlier effective hit affected you?

Or is it due to some kind of run out of fuel?

I don't know why.

Either way,

"Ha-ha-ha...! Sorry, Cecily... Mmm... Atashi, something may have gone wrong before - but it's the final because of it... Cecily and I - we settled properly, because we want to put it on... Huh! My consciousness is clearing up and I'm glad...... Huh!

Breathless, Ira laughs challengingly as she drips the potato and bead sweat onto the battlefield floor.

"Ha-ha-ha... Phew... I'm the same..."

The two consciousnesses returned completely.

Without sweating, Mr. Cecily breathes heavily.

"Ira -"

Rebuilt, double sword.

At that moment when Mr. Cecily reconstructed, the sound disappeared from the venue and the air felt tight.

"Let's put it on, settle it"