Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

When the sound of high and hard sounds arises, it dissolves in the heat.

From the battlefield where the two girls meet their swords, there was even the illusion that the hot wind was blowing.

"Ha-ha-ha,..., -!

Near perfection, blade trajectory.

Mr. Cecily accepts that blade with two blades.

In front of my throat, the blade stops.

Mr. Ira pulls that blade back in an instant.

Cut back from there, a sharp flash of stretch.

Slightly defeating only the upper body backwards, Mr. Cecily dodges.

A few millimeters ahead of her thin chin, the blade passes.

Using the spring of his body to return to his upper body, Cecily, as it were, moves towards Ira with a twisted sword.

Fast.

Come here. Mr. Cecily's movements become sophisticated.

…………

The feeling of a "pseudopolar sky" state is still there...?

With each activation, do you think that feeling is becoming tame?

The thought of that question is blocked by Ira's...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Rolled out with the roar of temper, bouncing back.

That, sword sound.

A splash of sweat along with the mood of tearing shines back through the light of day.

Mr. Cecily, who was bounced back from the attack - will not move on to the next attack.

Jump one foot back, breathe.

"Shh, shh... Phew... Huh!

Finally got, oxygen as fuel.

There was no pursuit of Mr. Cecily, who chose to retreat.

About.

At Ira's feet, she flutters.

but

Step on your feet, definite sound.

Somehow, I stood still.

Ira moves the soles of her feet to see if her feet do set foot on the ground.

I found myself snapping "ok" with my lip movement shortly afterwards.

Limits are close to both.

The two athletic clothes are sweaty and soaking up.

The sweat that passes on the chin and falls to the ground, too, is constant.

The level at which dehydration is no longer a concern.

Mr. Cecily soaked his chin sweat.

Fatigue comes out of my eyes.

"Almost there, Cecily! Hang in there!"

Cheering for Mr. Currier.

He's poking his hands at the railing and sending ales.

That's right.

I'm in the audience, and all I can do now is...

"Mr. Ira! This is where we're stomping! Until the end - I'll see to the end!

Yes, backup.

In this phase, that's all we have left.

Now you can say it's almost a battle of strength and strength.

No, that's why.

With just a moment of defense, everything is decided.

A small difference between the two determines the battle.

Ira flushed her sword backwards.

Mr. Cecily drops his hips and spreads his double sword like a bird.

From both eyes, the colour of fatigue temporarily draws away.

The eyes of the two were now filled with the will to victory.

Where is it?

"Where does" difference "exist in this battle...?

Know the real thing, smell?

Ku...... because,

"Isla and Cecily, who just saw the battle against the Four Homicides, actually fought... I knew it would make a difference here...?

"I don't think that's the difference."

That's how Senior Ray reacted to me when I snapped.

Oh, I thought.

Apparently, my thoughts were out of my mouth again at some point.

Senior Ray says.

"Even if experience in action makes a difference... there's no way Ira, who beat the Four Felonies stronger than anyone else and has trained you and the mysterious giant who got rid of you before this, can lose that difference. Right?"

That's right.

We've been hanging in there together.

Yes, the two of us.

"Ah."

So far, the climax cheers.

Mr. Cecily took control of the flight.

The moment Ira tried to move, she set it up at the perfect time.

I've done that in this phase.

I didn't miss a chance.

Moment after moment, I found Mr. Ira's spine frozen.

Shit, the look of remorse.

Perfect opportunity.

By left and right swords - simultaneous attack.

With the effect of controlling the advance, he finally succeeded in pouring all his swords into the attack.

Cecily's grandfather, Guiden, raised his voice.

"-Determined!

Even from Mr. Guiden, the swordsmanship guide of the Holy King, this is an unpleasant attacker.

Almost the same shot - the bouncing, flying treble of the sword jumped into our ears.

"Phew, it's preventative!?

"What, now!?

"Ira Horn's sword is making some weird moves right now!?

I swallowed my spit.

"That, ha-"

Not inappropriate.

Probably a substitute that you can't call "moves" roughly.

Perhaps I can say that what I put out for the grump happened to have played a role.

But...

But that's true.

"Double Dragon."

The only move that can counteract Mr. Cecily's two-point simultaneous attack right now.

After the audition between the two of us, I stayed at the training ground and practiced "Double Dragon" by myself.

Maybe Ira was watching it in hiding.

With the return blade, I couldn't make it to the current one.

I couldn't afford that this time because they took control of my desk.

I guess it was the other way around.

Or has it gotten aggressive?

Ira herself, who unleashed her moves, looked kind of surprised.

But...

"Cecily Arklite is not upset that she was prevented!

Without confusion, Mr. Cecily moved on without hesitation to the next offensive.

I haven't finished the dance yet.

As long as her breath and strength go on, she keeps hunting her opponents down -

It moved.

Mr. Ira,

Previous.

"Ah."

My fingertips are glowing.

"No way -"

flashing light,

Shortly afterwards, an explosion.

"Explosion, surgery!

Here.

Here, I've been using it.

I showed it in the semifinals, that tactic of war.

The blast spreads.

The two men who showed up out of the wind pressure were coming forward, sword-wielding.

Zook, they made me do it.

That, bravery and readiness.

I'm not even frightened of fine dust with that bursting ceremony.

Neither has broken the offensive posture at all.

Just look ahead - right in front of you, opponent.

"Win. Yeah. - Whoa! Ira aaaaaaa!"

When Senior Ray speaks up, each backer continues in a chain.

"Go, Ira!

"Cecily!"

"You can do it, Cecili. No!

Mr. Currier and I were raising our voices, almost at the same time.

"No, Cecily, no. - Whoa!

"Mr. Ira!

the first blow,

Ira's sword bounces back the sword of Cecily's imminent right hand.

Mr. Cecily's right-hand sword, as it were, was bounced over the sky.

Meanwhile,

The sword of Mr. Cecily's left hand, which he will never let go of.

The sword on his left hand approaches Mr. Ira's arm.

When Mr. Ira held the sword slightly shorter, he drew a beautiful horizontal and released a sharp horizontal giraffe in a straight orbit.

Yokohama collides with Cecily's left hand sword.

At that moment,

Mr. Cecily's physical balance collapsed visibly.

A surprising look that feels like there was a huge divergence from the imagination at an affordable price.

At the moment of blade and blade impact, my God, Mr. Ira let go of her own sword.

I guess Mr. Cecily was bewildered by the loss of the bargain that should be due to it.

Make a sound and roll to the floor, Mr. Ira's long sword.

- Pasi.

I just bounced into space, Cecily's one sword - and Ira grips the pattern with both hands, forcefully.

The blade of the gripped sword, instantly, drew a beautiful right angle.

If you don't tap your neck, the blade instantly increases speed.

Using the opponent's sword, a deciding hand.

From now on, Mr. Cecily's defense by his left hand sword will not make it.

No matter how, the defense, it didn't make it.

And what was the difference between the two?

At this time, I still didn't know.

Ira Horn's sword struck Cecily Arklite in the neck -

Or so it seemed, at that time - the sword of Ira Horn, cut the sky.

Honey blondes in the passing wind pressure of the sword flow through the universe like swimming.

Not to prevent it.

Cecily Arklight fell in.

In the same direction that Islay Horn's sword was aiming for, Cecily Arklite defeated her body as it was.

Gripped in the left hand of Cecily Arklite is the flickering fixation of - a single crack of a double sword.

As she falls down, she releases that clean blow in an almost reflexive motion.

The sound of a blow to the arm.

Everyone must have listened.

The sound.

Cecily Arklite fell on the battlefield with Dossa.

Lili Sigmsos lifts Rin, his hands high.

"Yes, hit it!

Standing is Ira Horn.

Falling is Cecily Arklite.

But the armaments...

"Winner, Cecily Arklite!

God loved the girl, and she went up.