Seiun wo Kakeru

Two Stories Harvest Festival (Year Two) 2

As Age walked, she found a group of people who were barely hand-held.

With disciples like Pietro and Dante, Mike and the others had gathered to start the liquor festival as soon as possible.

Nevertheless, that amount is insignificant and would not make things intoxicating.

But the story seemed a lot more exciting.

I often hear loud voices even when they are away.

What the hell is going on here?

Age entered the corner of the group, inviting by the enthusiasm.

"So hurry up and get the hell out of here"

"Ugh, Mike, I'm never gonna talk to you!

"Dante, I'm gonna say it as a brother, but I think it's easier for you to talk to him quickly and let him go. These people, once they find their prey, they're never going to miss it."

"Damn, I'm not kidding! Then Pietro, why don't you tell me!

"I've already been screwed. I'll do it now."

There was Dante stuck in a microphone and resisting, and Pietro telling it.

There were some unusual combinations.

I wouldn't be bad at Pietro, but I wasn't very aggressive with Dante, who doesn't break his great attitude.

That may have changed because we are seeing a change in Dante's behavior.

I guess this is a good trend too.

I want the disciples to get to know each other better.

Being able to have a trusted work companion will surely be an important treasure above all else.

That's what Age, who lived as a blacksmith on the verge of extinction, didn't get, even if he wanted it.

I envy you just a little.

"Mr. Filippo, what the hell are you excited about?

"Da, Dante said," Where did you fall in love with Katarina, Ca? "

"I see. That's resistance."

"Hey, Age, tell me from you too. Yikes!

Agie nodded as Dante called for help with a desperate look.

The appearance of Dante in such a hurry is still unusual.

Sometimes it's a harvest festival, and I can see a different face.

You took it as helping Age's attitude, Dante with a relieved look on his face.

But sweet. Age says with a grin.

"Look, I want to hear it too, so talk fast."

"You betrayed me, Temeye!?

"I was a lot concerned, too. Ms. Nazioni was also surprised that Dante, who had not previously expressed her opinion, had spoken properly for the first time. So, where did you get attracted? Come on, spit it out."

"Shit...... If we get to Temeer, we don't have anybody on our side... OK! Attention. I don't treat you special."

"Special treatment?

Dante nodded at Agie after she had distorted her mouth bitterly.

I see, if they did say so, Catalina was naturally bordered by Dante.

But isn't that the same for other humans?

"If you look me in the eye, you'll see. The one who sees me as the son of a lord, the one who sees me as a bad kid. I've just become sensitive to people's gaze."

"But Catalina was different?

"That's right. I've never seen such a woman before. Well, I guess that's when you didn't see me at all."

So Dante took a glimpse of Age.

Its eyes have an indescribable mix of colors, but as an age, I have trouble answering them.

People's likes and dislikes are difficult.

Even others can't help themselves.

What the hell did Age do?

Dante won't even tell me to accept it.

Nevertheless, I still have the feeling that I'm sorry for Catalina.

"Really uncomfortable, sometimes even provoking words and deeds, and that's fresh... I'd have fallen in love if I realized it"

"So it wasn't like you had a special love kick-ass?

"Oh...... Come on, I said it! You won't complain about this!

"Hi-ha-hoo! So I'll actually have my wife do Dante too!

"Hmm. I've reviewed it."

"Absolutely. Dante, you have a lot of nerve."

"Ugh!

We all surround Dante, who turns that way with a bright red face.

Damn, it's what I say when I hit the chase, but they can't help it.

How awkward, when Dante filled his cup, he drank the wine at once.

"I told you, this story is over. It's time for some sit-down!

One of those words began, and I decided to open an arm wrestling competition.

Since there is no play equipment in the village, play with nature and flesh becomes central.

Other neck wrestling is also commonly done.

Age, who has Judo experience, had achieved quite a bit in neck sumo.

The arm wrestling split Dante and Filippo into two groups, each of which was to be suitably divided, whose physique was clearly large.

Age's opponent is an engaged Mike.

If you win, it's Fernando, Filippo, and it's the final.

Borderline living, or for the life of ancient life, the villagers are all trained, and not a single one is saggy belly in fat.

Mike, the opponent of the war, is a hunter.

Run around the woods with bad scaffolding every day and pull a strong bow.

Naturally, the ankles are forged and flesh like tight blade gold.

Especially the upper body had a brilliant spine.

Someone from the villagers in Sitting Hing instantly prepared a tree table.

I get in trouble because I move so fast at times like this.

I wish you could move a little bit more like this.

Age grabs the edge of the table with her left hand and sets up her right hand.

Leather mats were laid and measures to prevent elbow injuries were taken immediately.

Damn, they're really capable people when it comes to playing.

Mike's hand, which he gripped, was thick.

"This is an easy win. It's not me losing to Age."

"What do you think? Even so, as a blacksmith, I am quite confident."

"Huh. I'll show you from behind!

"All right, I'll do the progression, Fernando. Lady...... Fi!

Gah! and the moment we invested in each other, the wins and losses were decided instantly.

Gatsun, and there's a blunt sound, and my fist is slapped on the table.

"Whoa!"

"Winner, Age!

"Tsk, tsk...! What? Not from this idiot!

"I work out at work. Here you are."

Mike has a stunned look on his face, but nothing's wrong.

No matter how strong the hunter is pulling his bow, that's not always the case.

The blacksmith is roughly five kilometers if it's a gavel.

You keep shaking iron chunks almost all day long, even hammers can be two or three kilos.

Age's right arm, which had lived such a life for ten years, was brilliantly protruding.

Turning to Mike, who was depressed, Fernando won the battle.

A carpenter would be a pretty powerful foe because it's also a powerful job.

"Age, don't do it."

"We'll do it anyway, we'll go for the win."

"I lost last year in Othello. I'll wash the snowflakes."

What did you think, Fernando began to undress on the spot.

I thought it was something I would do well under the cold sky, but its body was stunningly tight.

Is a squeezed flesh like an actor in a kung fu movie a single digit body fat rate table?

He seemed strong just watching.

"Damn, then I lost the fight, Mike will do the juggling. Go!"

"Hey, yes, idiot! You idiot!"

"Think about the timing some more...... Grr!

We rush into each other's strength.

The center of the table, bitchy, my hand stopped.

Fernando gets his blues up and weighs in, but Age doesn't stop either.

Apparently, in local power, there was an increase in armaments to Age.

Return your wrist and pull it to your side to make sure you knock your arm down.

On this principle, the more you pull at hand, the less burdens you will have.

"Whoa, the Age one is really strong!

"Fe, Fernando's pretty strong, too."

On the contrary, Fernando, with his arms stretched, needs many times more strength than Age.

Age's arms rise and her blood vessels float.

Gu... gu... and his fist approached the table and hit Don as he was.

At the end of the match, Fernando weakened and exhaled.

"Damn... did you lose"

"We won not only reversi, but also an arm wrestle."

"You have no choice. Let's admit we lost. Oh, that's surprising. You have a big personality, but you have one."

He said he lost, but it was a refreshing grin.

It was quite dangerous.

Age strokes her arms as she flutters.

Whatever Mike opponent was, Fernando was a pretty good match.

Fatigue had accumulated in his arms and the heaviness was coming out.

But that's something I can tell all my opponents.

Age thought so and looked at the table, it was just the moment when the battle could be won.

Just because you don't allow any resistance, two hands fall at a constant rate without slowing down.

Will the thickness of one arm be as high as Tania's waist?

I was forged to work out and found no fat under a sheet of thin skin anywhere.

The Lord of arms was great.

Sitting and yet intensely intimidating.

Age breathed and looked at him.

The most gigantic man the village of Siena boasts.

Pi, Filippo.

(11) Shaking down "Masakari", dragging down the fallen tree, taking charge of Marutai, and sometimes throwing away the force is a sweeping word.

The muscle strength required on a daily basis is very high to hold a large tree knocked down by a cow truck.

If Ying Shi works out with dumbbells every day, it's like Filippo is in charge of barbells.

Filippo asked Agie to shake his hand with tender eyes, but with a boost of confidence.

"Good to see you, Age."

"Regards"

What I recall when confronted in this way is the exorcism of wolves.

The large spear produced by Age weighed like the producer himself.

When I was a warring country, I thought it weighed like a sieve on a horse, even as I made it.

It was Filippo who treated it like a twig.

Filippo looked like a hero then, not one step toward his werewolf opponent.

... Would I ever beat such a monster?

The image of victory springs up nowhere.

Still, we have to do it.

I wanted to tap my powers to the best of my ability and try to see how far it would work.

When Age stood at the table, she carefully set her feet up.

It's dirt down there, so it's hard to stomp on.

I don't think it's just an arms battle, but I think if you don't use your whole body, you won't be the target.

"Yay, let's do it, Age."

"Yeah, it's a fight."

Smiling grin.

A refreshing opponent.

I'm sure winning or losing will result in a far cry from regret.

The hand I shook was a treat, warm, big.

"Go!"

Age put her strength into her arm so she could play.

Mississippi's table snapped.

Eat up your teeth and squeeze your full strength.

- But each other's hands don't even freak out in the center of the table.

No, you're not.

Huge forces and forces bumped into each other, shaking into small pieces as they swooped.

"Grrr."

"Kuh... Huh..."

Groaning leaks unexpectedly from Age's mouth.

How powerful!

Giant tree, to parable.

I deal with a tightly rooted Oki, but in response, no matter how much force I put into it, I have no sign of falling.

Agie holds her breath and tries to give her wrist back whenever she can, but she couldn't even afford it.

As soon as I was distracted by something else, even for a moment, I had a feeling they were taking my arm.

Missy, Missy, and the table screams.

One second is terribly long.

My breath hurts. But if you breathe, they'll take it in a flash...!

"Mr. Filippo, you do it......!

"Nfu......! Age is pretty good too......!

Damn...... I'm getting butterflies.

Poisoned, I feel a moment of relaxation and inhale my breath again.

I saw Filippo's face.

He has a bright red face and his eyes are connected.

I could see the bumpy gums and the bright white teeth and I could see how they were eating up.

Ha, I wasn't the only one who was patient.

That made me feel powerful.

Let's win.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Phew, phew!

"Whoa, Age's here to decide the battle!

"Wow, that Filippo is being pushed......!

I can put my strength into my belly.

Twist, your arm moves.

My arms are stretched out and heavy as lead.

I put too much effort into it, and my head creaks.

Win... Win!

"Ma... mah, mah, mah!

"Wow!

I screamed unexpectedly.

At the same time that Filippo screamed about where the hell he was hiding such power, the hand that was pushing him back in one by one, pushing him back, on the contrary, losing.

Damn, not yet, not yet...

No matter how powerful I thought so, the difference never covered it.

Tightened with all his strength, Age's hand approached the table and touched it.

Ma, I lost...

"Or, I won. Which... Huh!

"Did I lose... I felt like I could win"

The expression was serious, but he still had his last power hidden.

Well, you're right.

Filippo has as many arms as Tania's hips.

All of those are muscles I've built up to work out, so I guess even if the output is different.

That's what I try to convince you, but the two burning emotions in Age's chest were separate again.

Regrettably.