December 10.

The opening ceremony of the Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival was taking place on this sunny day.

A total of two hundred schools have gathered in the Great Arena from all over the Federation, from all over the Empire and from all the neutral states to listen to the running of the Games. There was also the appearance of a returning Dougbalm, who was progressing without stumbling.

The Grand Martial Arena, which will be the main venue for the Martial Arts Festival.

One of the world's leading facilities with 100,000 people, the size of Valper Lake that fits three.

The structure of the corridors that take into account crowds of people, the equipment that assumes every situation, makes them feel that they are not built in the right jobs to see.

As far as we know, it is considered the greatest in the world.

"Should it also be called the Knights' Festival? It's spectacular."

"I was looking at it last year, but it looks different this year."

John and Nene nostalgic, looking at the three thousand students aligned in the place of struggle.

There are many students in the Federation who come to the Martial Festival with a secret determination to stop the war from happening. There are many students in the Empire who do not believe in victory because of their past.

Thoughts, while each, felt the temper they unleashed with a uniform gain, and hundreds of thousands of spectators were also bothered by expectations.

"From the witch of the Divine Tree, grant the patronage of the Divine Tree"

Dougbalm speaks to the loudspeakers on a platform set in front of the students.

A mint appears, a divine tree witch who held back on her sleeve.

The thirteen-year-old girl was so godly that she attracted the attention and silence of the students who were beginning to relax in the long streets of the opening ceremony.

So many noticed that she stood on the stage searching for a point from among the students and smiled only for a moment. Many then tilted their necks without knowing why.

Only a very limited number of humans knew what that meant.

"Senior Hololo. Are you out of your mind? Didn't you see that kid over here?

"... because of your mind, I'm sure of it, right?

As an alternate Westerian swordsmanship representative, he is whispered by Lunaquin, who lined up in the cane. Holoro remained looking on the stage without looking back. If Mint began to behave as a witch, he made fun of it by saying the proper thing.

"Until this day, blessed with good weather, three thousand young knights who inspired drilling, grace the earth with the protection of the Divine Tree in the name of my Milfint, so that all the strength and skill you have cultivated may be fully shown"

A mint facing back on the stage slightly looks up into the sky and widens his hands wide.

At the end of her gaze was the Divine Tree. About 500 medas away from the great arena to the roots, but its enormous trunk seemed to blend in as part of the prestigious landscape.

With her consciousness and gaze, the attention of the people in this venue went to the Divine Tree.

"Give them protection..."

A solemnly one-kneed mint groaned with his hands together on his chest.

Then a few seconds later the Divine Tree dissipated the blue and white light.

Eventually the brilliance, which becomes countless particles, pushes back in all directions the white clouds that had stuck around the periphery of the Divine Tree, enveloping a wide range of 3000 medas as well.

The grain of light that reached the venue/compartment to be used at the Martial Arts Festival will be further within reach of the outer neighborhood.

This light was the protection of the Divine Tree.

Only once a year for a few weeks, the Divine Tree releases special life energy. It manifests itself as a light with the healing effect of resuscitating a deadly life.

Similar to Blue St. Photon's ability, but without the constraints of being semi-permanent and even post-mortem rigid, it is exceptionally superior as a healing force, except for one point where the place is limited.

In search of a more practical evaluation, the gains of the militant festival can be taken seriously. And so it was established, because by the protection of the Divine Tree he could not let out the dead.

"This is the protection of the Divine Tree.... what is it? It feels a little warm."

While experiencing the protection of the Divine Tree, Holoro was aware of the moonlit beauty who lowered to her waist.

I still have a sense of resistance to taking someone seriously, but I no longer have the possibility of killing someone anyway, nor of someone dying in front of me. You can do it without breaking the commandment of a gentle knight.

"Does it begin? Results…"

Pick up a grunt from the mute that was next door.

Looking sideways at her magical face, Holoro remembered what happened that night.

Ever since I started feeling anxious, I haven't had a problem like that.

I'm pretty sure she's got something in her arms - but a problem I don't know about may be solved in a place I don't know about, in a time I don't know about.

I can't dispel my anxiety because I don't know anything.

"... mr. mute"

Then again, let's hear it...

Only feelings preceded him in calling his name, but Holoro didn't get the words to go on.

"Yeah? What's wrong?

The expressions and voices that reply are bright enough to refuse any more.

"No... let's do our best"

Only as still desired, Holoro could not help her.

"It shall be the opening ceremony with the above. I was exited from the edge in order."

Half an hour after the beginning, the end of the opening ceremony is declared.

Guided by the operation, delegates from all countries begin to exit from the Great Arena. It was the form of being sent from the outside of the row to the exit, so it was likely to take some time for Westerian delegates who were lined up in the center to exit.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Hollow. Master Milfint was smiling at you, wasn't he?

"I had gray hair, yes, Senior Nacolin. Is that so, after all?

Tensions in the guest seats and delegates were also lifted, and the Great Arena was filled with 100,000 voices.

While awaiting exit in this hustle and bustle, Nacolin brought up the subject. Continuing, Lunaquin, who somehow remembered his freshly remembered name, questioned the veracity of the word, which also sounded like its chilling condition.

"Yeah, well, his name was Mint, and he was on a date all day, right?

"What!?

Lunaquin opens his eyes to the words added by Django.

"Mr. Royles, Mint's brother was with him, so that's..."

"I see. So it's your brother's approval, huh?

Making excuses is deliberately misinterpreted by Watrod.

That kind of makes me cold...?

Holloro was puzzled when the Westerners started making fun of him.

Unexpectedly, someone jumps me on the back as if I were going to chase him. Remembering the fluffy feeling and the sweet smell that was going to melt in the back of his head, he realized the other person was heterosexual.

I only know one heterosexual person who could sneak in front of me who had a complete sensation.

With his hands and feet strangled, if he turns his neck freely, he has the face of Eilees, as expected.

"Hiccup. Hello."

Shortly after being greeted with a sticky voice by her, Holoro felt a lukewarm temperature in one ear. The area subsided in its mouth was licked around with a sweet bite from the earrings to a fairly deep position.

With his back crushed by an unprecedented experience and sensation, he enters the scene.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Lunaquin breaks watching the whole thing.

"Guys, come on. Long time no see."

I get my clothes messed up all the time and have a creepy grin.

Behind the Iries, standing in front of the Westerners, the Lucendert delegates lined up shoulder to shoulder. Behind it, furthermore, we could see the representatives of the nations who had cut their way and bisected the rows.

"Hey, isn't that Luchendart?

"Looks like we're talking about something? Who are they... who are they?

'Speaking of which, rumor has it that there is a country that has played against Lucendert in the last sleepover'

"Ha ha, is that true? How much do you know about this country?

'No, that's actually...'

The surroundings were bothered to note how the militant festival champions and representatives of the small countries met face to face.

Between the instructors and representatives of the countries who participated in the accommodation, the match between the representatives of Westeria and Lucendert was rumoured. If there were thirty seconds left, the champion would have been defeated - anyway, that was the content of the game.

Even if it's a rumor, it can't be truncated as something final.

"We have to be patient now."

"Lolopiara, it's hard wow"

Iris shrugs his shoulder, scolded by Lolopiara, the same Lucenderto representative.

The Westerners were wary of what they said and did. For those of them who don't know more about Iris' personality, the very existence of her was a 'dangerous person'.

"No, I think my head screws were flying all of a sudden?

"Ooh. I remember taking a blow."

Bridgecca and Bojan speak in a whisper.

"Oh, don't be so frightened. Holoro, if I ask you, there's no misunderstanding, though it should be?

Gather the gaze of the Westerners by being watched by the Iries. Wiping the saliva on his ear with his sleeve, Holoro rose with a bitter laugh.

"... no nose, no ears, Mr. Iris"

"Huh? So where do I go?

Iris pointing his mouth.

"Stop the idea of licking first..."

"You didn't lick it because it was delicious, did you? Somebody spit on your favorites, right?

"I have a word for it, but I'm sure it's about you who's doing it, right?

The conversation was somewhat special, but the friendship feels familiar.

What a deeply nostalgic person if, for whatever reason, you can normally talk to such an evil opponent, you accepted that girlfriend during the short term of your sleepover?

At some point, wondering about the two people who were close, the representatives of Westeria and Lucenderto think respectively.

"Well, okay. 'Cause it's hollow, huh?

Mute was the first to convince me.

"Right... then I guess that kid's not a bad kid either, huh?

"Somehow, I have myself convinced"

Then it goes on with Django, Watrod, and more.

"If the table allows you to, I'm sure."

"Well...... although I feel a little sorry for you"

The Lucendert delegates also begin to convince themselves by looking as they are.

"I was taken care of before this. You've put me to shame. '

"He tells me. Isn't that the winner's word?

In that, one of the representatives of Lucendert threw his voice, and one of the representatives of Westeria threw his voice back. And he shall cast his voice with another, and his voice with another, and his voice shall be cast back.

'There was a month. I don't think we'll be together again. "

"... as well"

"Actually, I was grateful... and I woke up dying to lose."

"I heard something scary about that. I wonder if we need to be ready to die, too."

"Compare your powers. Then you can't lose."

"Even us. Where I want to be."

Children of the Confederation and the Empire, countries in conflict, exchange words across the line.

Next to that, Holloro was getting words from the Iries. Knowing the essence of the aspiration of a gentle knight, it was because it belonged to an understander who said he wanted to aspire with me - I couldn't wait to hear it on my chest.

"I hope one day this will be seen all over the world."

"... yeah. Right."

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