Ein, who hoisted a frown on one side, questioned Chris' words.
It's not easy for her no matter how many sword-only battles. Needless to say, it's because Ain is strong.
But from the word that she can absolutely win, not least, that doesn't seem like a word just to boost morale.
(- Certainly Chris is strong today. But)
Unbeatable, that confidence is in Ain.
"Huh... Huh!
"Huh - Chris is a different person today......!
"Pfft, thank you! My body is so light because of the blowout!
Strength that cannot be cleaned up by a change of heart in a word. There is no discomfort if the body is said to be strengthened by the effects of rooting.
The sound of a sword trident echoing the training ground. Chris' Rapier turns into a flash.
"Sooo - ha..."
Certain kinds of behavior allowed only by the strong.
Ein changed the rhythm of his body with his breath during the battle.
"This is the first ti Chris and I have seriously exchanged swords."
"Yes! Not since Ein defeated Lord Lloyd... because there has never been one before!
Ain't been able to dispel the confusion yet and was lost in how to return the favor directed at her. By contrast, I ant the sword because it was easy for to answer, and it was directly connected to her wishes.
A fierce battle ensues. The powerful people in the castle, even if they are not here, must have noticed the scent (,,) of the strong who arrive from the training ground.
"The speed of your body twitching is a complete defeat. Looks like we should stop competing on that stage."
"It's an honor. But... let drag you in hard enough!
"... but I'm not willing to let Chris get ahead of "
"So what do you do? Huh! My illness beats Ein's!
Chris turned behind Ain as he exchanged words.
Hit one and get victory. That's all we're talking about.
"We're only talking about body wrestling. I didn't an to give up anything else."
A few more centiters would have ended if my arm had been in front of . But Ein's hand irregularly re-orbits...
"Heh...!?
Rapier's cutting-edge running apart from his own will. It is ruled obliquely before every center of gravity of Chris, and as Ein wishes to be rolled when he notices it.
"I won't let... ugh!
Where the upper body is collapsed by an inch.
At the toe, at the base of his finger, he cages his strength and Chris pulls back. Ein's sword cut the sky after a blinking mont.
Eh, sweat conveys her neck muscles.
"Ma... I can't believe you were so sublimated by technology"
"I'd love to hear Chris say that."
"... Honestly, Ain't no more of you using your old pretty sword. It's the first ti I've ever lived to be cleansed like that."
"Is that it? What about Mr. Ceres?
"Because my sister was an intuitive sword. However, I still think Ein is stronger."
Chris took an extra few steps from Ain.
Proximity is harsh. His reaction rate is much faster than his own body twitch.
- But her eyes are not dead.
"Yeah...... it feels like I'm going to win today after all"
She turned her grin to Ain so much that she fell in love.
Psychological warfare? He wonders, but doesn't seem like a Chris-like thod of warfare and is unrealistic.
The sound of treading traces of sand scattered across the training ground.
"What makes you think that? Can I ask why you double-checked after that?
"The forr is a secret. But the latter is... because Ayn's sword just cut the sky!
If the beholder sees it, the two gladiators can only seem to take each other's lives.
However, from a powerful person such as Lloyd and Dill, this is just a familiarity similar to an encounter. Each ti the gladiators smile unconsciously and honor each other, reminding them that the distance between their faces at which the exhalation reaches is a good friendship.
"Aren't you aware? Dear Ein, this is the cause of your defeat!
"No, and I'm not gonna lose."
"That's what you're saying, which ans you're taking my fight seriously. Heh!
"Naturally! I'm not gonna use a sword like that here!
Chris jumps into Ain's nostalgia.
Therefore it was flushed to Ain, and shortly after she fled, the sword cut off the sky. The two continued the sa stand-up repeatedly, and Chris' breath slowly ran out.
A few minutes in ti, but his health drained in battle greatly exceeded Chris' imagination.
"The movent is getting dull, Chrissy!
"... I knew your strength was the limit, it's really amazing... Dear Ein"
This is the last attack. I could see that from her expression.
She waves Rapier at Ain without hesitation, but she is still flushed this ti.
A move without art is not like Chris - where Ein spared the end of the battle.
"Dear Ein. You're sweet... you can't beat today"
"What's sudden... Chris stays like this anymore"
"Yep. I'm sure if I'd done it normally, I'd have lost. But the reason I repeated the sa thing like an idiot - it actually happened right."
Chris' body twitch changes as his center of gravity is crumbling.
He increased his speed rapidly and stared at Ain's nostalgia in a reordering motion that didn't even fit in his eyes.
The spreading blonde hair bathes in the morning sun, a redness that conveys joy to the white magnetic cheeks.
A grin as if drunk by the victory booze. Ain't got eyes open.
"- I don't think it's a lie you were seriously fighting for. But... I think I could have been more important than I imagined."
The sound of kicking the cobblestone, Chris moves on to leave the empty sound he cut as he restarts the rapier.
Chris put his head forward indefensibly and laid a rapier to cover his arms.
Then, Ein, who works unnaturally crazy. Chris made joy and loneliness coexist when he saw it.
"What..."
"Look, Master Ain is sweet. I told you, didn't I? It's sweet Ain't, so I can win - I have a lot to think about..."
As soone who deals with swords, advancing without guarding the steeple is suicidal.
I am prepared to do it differently, and Ain can handle as much as he wants. That's the usual story.
There are two things that ca up behind Ein's brain this ti.
(Huh... so far, I've been hiding that I can move another step faster!?
I've never seen an acceleration earlier. That ans she was kept warm as a trump card.
Ain't the only one who can handle that, but for how many minutes, they're bad, and as Chris says, it exposes that Ain't cared about Chris.
Ein's sword, which had been cut out of the sky several tis - unconsciously, her arm was losing strength when she was left injured.
But Ain't even lost if it's a streak of intent.
"Crissy! I still don't have the dust to lose!
Forced change at hand is just the privilege of the strong.
Thoughts exchanged several tis. Ein still let Chris beat his move.
"... if you're saying there's no fine dust, you didn't need the kindness just now. But... that's just great, Dear Ein. I can't believe you're reacting to this, too."
Then just before Rapier left at her disposal and fell to the ground.
Ain't long after Ein sensed she'd given up and pulled out the power of her arm, a sword erected to bounce off her rapiers.
"But a blow is a blow... right?
Tong...... her hands accompanied Ain's chest.
Is this a blow? Sure, I don't make up my mind about a blow by the sword.
I went out of my way to clench and accompany her, perhaps to make it an attack for her.
Chris laughed when he saw Ain's distracted face and Rapier rolled to the ground.
(With this -)
Ain's chest, wielded with a sword, is empty.
She was already nostalgic. There was no such thing as putting a hand on Ain's chest.
"I feel a lot behind , and I regret it a little bit."
At the sa ti, the self-bla that dwells within Ain's breasts.
I was ashad of what I was unconsciously adding and subtracting as I said I would take it seriously.
"I'm sorry, too, aren't I? I was unconsciously relieved, so I regret being the one who deals with swords. By and large, you didn't even co from Ein... I didn't think it would be a reciprocal battle from the beginning, but the difference was obvious."
She cannot escape remorse. But there's sothing more important today than that.
"It's a sweet victory over Dear Ein's kindness. But winning is winning..."
Chris' clench is broken and his fingertips are stretched. He conveyed Ain's skin and hung it for a few seconds to hold his cheeks with both hands.
"I, I wanted to start over. I've been - I can't stop wanting to start over then - ever since I knew I could do my best to tell Mr. Krone."
"... then?
"Yes, so Dear Ein... it's my win, so forgive for what I'm going to do now"
Approaching face, nose tip rubs one toe.
As soon as Ain looked at Chris' eyelash length, she finally found herself ditating on her eyes and their lips overlapping.
(Huh!?)
Moist, soft and warm.
So of her hands were accompanied by cheeks, her entire face covered with chris.
Her brain is about to lt into her sweet scent.
"Huh..."
So glossy exhaling voice.
A few seconds, felt enough, ca to an end, and she opened her mouth with a bright red face - then a full smile.
"-... ha... Now I can start over my first ti"
Speaking of which, Chris ran his mouth before he fought.
I want you to recognize Ain on your own, to be seen as a woman.
There was no such thing as her complacency, the rooted exchange conditions due to the accident, and she hated being bonded by feelings to get a woman to look at herself.
"Master Rin Ain is nice too, but I have to work hard on this one. 'Cause to Dear Ein, who has always only seen Mr. Krone, look at , too! I need you to change your consciousness."
Her thoughts move forward trendously as a result of hitting her clumsy love heart on Ain.
Ain's expression, which blinked quickly and repeatedly, remained distracting. But he basically caressed his own lips softly.
The abrupt act changed his consciousness.
"Dear Ein? Um, no matter how many tis I stroke you, you don't have any more lips...?
"... I know. So now I was just ashad of myself for trying to make ands."
Ain't been cool at tis and too dull at tis.
If you think that your thoughts were directed at Krone, there's nothing you can do about all this.
But as things stood, when he saw a thinker who had regretted his actions, Chris also felt... unconscious several tis.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Actually, there's a lot of embarrassnt at the limit, so you're out first."
Chris, with his back turned, walks lightly to the crossing of his nose.
I put my arms together on my back and stop looking after shaking my glossy hair. Looking back, open your mouth with your cheeks blushing.
Ain was attracted to her lips, which she had just overlaid.
"- Dear Ein, I love you."
Poor tricks and expression of a beautiful woman who called herself the goddess of the moon. Long hair swayed.
Finally, she walks away declaring, "Thank you again from today". Seeing Chris, who should have been used to seeing him, Ain dropped the sword he was holding powerless.
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