"Steed! Curse! Get up, please! Let's say you win if you get up first!
'No, you can't. There's no sign of movement. Marianne, try to get close. You just have to win the conscious.
'You have no choice. Let's go!
Black Lily Marianne travels from broadcast seats to the martial arts stage.
"Come on! Speak up! I will win if I speak up first!
"Ugh..."
I can hear you groaning.
'More! Louder, please! roar as if you were a winner!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
"I listened to you! Game two of three! The winner is Steed de Mayor!
'If you finish it, is the wager rate right? This multiplier doesn't taste good, though.
On the martial stage, Marianne is slowly removing the captive slave collar from Steed's hands. It's easy because nothing is different from removing a dog's collar from outside the person.
Then Steed stood up and took Curse to the infirmary.
In the passage leading to the infirmary. Alexandrine was waiting.
"Mr. Steed. You used to get that collar on and you made a voice out of it. All I can say is brilliant.
"It was painful. As much as I wonder if they're holding me back with a big rock all over my body. Curse, you fought like that..."
"No, that's not true. This collar doesn't work on Curse anymore. I mean, me and Steed might be able to be like Curse if we work out..."
"Oh well... I was able to win today because my eyeballs worked so well, but I knew you were... far away..."
"Right... I'll take care of it later. Steed, you have to watch the next game.
"Right. Alex, Curse, please.
Thus Steed went to the martial stage sleeve and Alexandrine to the infirmary.
"Final Tournament Game III! The first one! Ragna Cannonball player! Ladies and gentlemen, you know Ragna the Four Slashers! The Steads are missing their third round contestants because of their rampage in the modest room! So I quickly participated in Damian's recommendation frame. Uh-huh!
And the second! Tonfer's Sting Aiguille! In fact, the lucky one who escaped the difficulties in the modest room! How old is your true age! Looks like Ragna's over thirty!
"Aiguille? That's a familiar name somewhere, isn't it? And it turned out to be an interesting combination. I think they smell the same somehow. Well, the wager rate is... one-on-one. Whether it will be a mutual battle.
'Then we will begin the third game! Both sides!'
"Begin!"
Neither move. I don't even take care of it.
"What monkey are you?"
"What mon?
"Isn't that a blur? You're from the Dark Alliance, no matter what you think. You've survived a lot in this frantia.
"Hihich, if you were Frantier, you would have survived. Wouldn't it be nice if this were the king's capital?
"Well, I mean, you still said the Dark Alliance survived, didn't you? That means I came all the way out to a tournament like this... same as Antares, no more later, right? I mean, who are you..."
Sting flesh thinning into a ragna waving a uninhibited ton of fur. If Sting is a Tonfer duplicant, Ragna is also a wooden knife duplicant. Both the number of hands and rpm were antagonistic.
"Hihich, once the Dark Alliance of the King's Capital and the feared Four Slashes Ragna of the Nico Chamber of Commerce are now just women too? Let's laugh in the shadow of the meadow, too.
"Hmm? Don't you know that much? No. Unfortunately, this is you. I don't know any strange jizzies. What's twenty? Come on. You're a jerk, aren't you?
Each attack gets more and more intense. The clashing sound of the tongue fur and the wooden knife gets harder and shorter.
"Hihich, I'm not impressed with you treating a petite modern boy like a crocodile as an old man. Laguna lady late. Hi.
"Kill!"
Ragna's sword is a crude sword that, to put it badly, is not fundamental. Well put, a sword of inflexible freedom that the rest of us can't capture. It's a distorted (snoring) sword that focuses solely on killing your opponent and is still tied to cutting him into four parts.
That's why I'm relative to an Orthodox swordsman like Steed, and when I turn to the guardian, I happen to lose my advantage and lose.
But if the offense continues consistently, its strength can be described as unmatched. Slightly slitting a person's neck is enough. It's a good place to go out of your way to divide the human body into four parts.
But in the back society, the way we killed also made sense.
"Who Killed"
It needed to be fully demonstrated.
Where is that killer? Oh, I don't want to die like that. Then let's not antagonize him. You can't go up there unless you make me think so. Demonstration and efficiency mesh. It is a ragna that survived in such a world and raised the organization to the point of being called Wang Duichi. Now we go down to Curse's military gate, and Damien bones us out, but we can't lose to our kind. Nico, I still have a little pride as the last boss of the Chamber of Commerce...
"Steed! Curse! Get up, please! Let's say you win if you get up first!
'No, you can't. There's no sign of movement. Marianne, try to get close. You just have to win the conscious.
'You have no choice. Let's go!
Black Lily Marianne travels from broadcast seats to the martial arts stage.
"Come on! Speak up! I will win if I speak up first!
"Ugh..."
I can hear you groaning.
'More! Louder, please! roar as if you were a winner!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
"I listened to you! Game two of three! The winner is Steed de Mayor!
'If you finish it, is the wager rate right? This multiplier doesn't taste good, though.
On the martial stage, Marianne is slowly removing the captive slave collar from Steed's hands. It's easy because nothing is different from removing a dog's collar from outside the person.
Then Steed stood up and took Curse to the infirmary.
In the passage leading to the infirmary. Alexandrine was waiting.
"Mr. Steed. You used to get that collar on and you made a voice out of it. All I can say is brilliant.
"It was painful. As much as I wonder if they're holding me back with a big rock all over my body. Curse, you fought like that..."
"No, that's not true. This collar doesn't work on Curse anymore. I mean, me and Steed might be able to be like Curse if we work out..."
"Oh well... I was able to win today because my eyeballs worked so well, but I knew you were... far away..."
"Right... I'll take care of it later. Steed, you have to watch the next game.
"Right. Alex, Curse, please.
Thus Steed went to the martial stage sleeve and Alexandrine to the infirmary.
"Final Tournament Game III! The first one! Ragna Cannonball player! Ladies and gentlemen, you know Ragna the Four Slashers! The Steads are missing their third round contestants because of their rampage in the modest room! So I quickly participated in Damian's recommendation frame. Uh-huh!
And the second! Tonfer's Sting Aiguille! In fact, the lucky one who escaped the difficulties in the modest room! How old is your true age! Looks like Ragna's over thirty!
"Aiguille? That's a familiar name somewhere, isn't it? And it turned out to be an interesting combination. I think they smell the same somehow. Well, the wager rate is... one-on-one. Whether it will be a mutual battle.
'Then we will begin the third game! Both sides!'
"Begin!"
Neither move. I don't even take care of it.
"What monkey are you?"
"What mon?
"Isn't that a blur? You're from the Dark Alliance, no matter what you think. You've survived a lot in this frantia.
"Hihich, if you were Frantier, you would have survived. Wouldn't it be nice if this were the king's capital?
"Well, I mean, you still said the Dark Alliance survived, didn't you? That means I came all the way out to a tournament like this... same as Antares, no more later, right? I mean, who are you..."
Sting flesh thinning into a ragna waving a uninhibited ton of fur. If Sting is a Tonfer duplicant, Ragna is also a wooden knife duplicant. Both the number of hands and rpm were antagonistic.
"Hihich, once the Dark Alliance of the King's Capital and the feared Four Slashes Ragna of the Nico Chamber of Commerce are now just women too? Let's laugh in the shadow of the meadow, too.
"Hmm? Don't you know that much? No. Unfortunately, this is you. I don't know any strange jizzies. What's twenty? Come on. You're a jerk, aren't you?
Each attack gets more and more intense. The clashing sound of the tongue fur and the wooden knife gets harder and shorter.
"Hihich, I'm not impressed with you treating a petite modern boy like a crocodile as an old man. Laguna lady late. Hi.
"Kill!"
Ragna's sword is a crude sword that, to put it badly, is not fundamental. Well put, a sword of inflexible freedom that the rest of us can't capture. It's a distorted (snoring) sword that focuses solely on killing your opponent and is still tied to cutting him into four parts.
That's why I'm relative to an Orthodox swordsman like Steed, and when I turn to the guardian, I happen to lose my advantage and lose.
But if the offense continues consistently, its strength can be described as unmatched. Slightly slitting a person's neck is enough. It's a good place to go out of your way to divide the human body into four parts.
But in the back society, the way we killed also made sense.
"Who Killed"
It needed to be fully demonstrated.
Where is that killer? Oh, I don't want to die like that. Then let's not antagonize him. You can't go up there unless you make me think so. Demonstration and efficiency mesh. It is a ragna that survived in such a world and raised the organization to the point of being called Wang Duichi. Now we go down to Curse's military gate, and Damien bones us out, but we can't lose to our kind. Nico, I still have a little pride as the last boss of the Chamber of Commerce...
