Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

29 Fouta wants to do it!

Prim Lancaster.

Her roots lie in Changshan Cross Spear, one of the world's top three spears.

Born as a "gladiator", her home is Changshan.

This mountain is the headquarters of Tokuyama Cross Spear.

She came to Colosseum in the Principality dreaming of decorating her hometown with brocade.

The spear technique I trained in my hometown came to Colosseum and was even more polished.

Diamond with many fierce men, cross the remains of many fierce men, and...

He bent his knees in front of the champion.

I remember the day I was first hit with a hammer, like yesterday.

That day was as clear as it is today.

A cheer rolls up in the garden of the royal palace.

The storm of affection in a place where plants should be quietly loved was a fervour caused by humans who were supposed to blame it.

Silver and sparks are scattered in place of glossy flowers before those who raise the heat stare disturbingly.

"Not yet, not yet!!!

A girl shook her hair in two black cells and shook her head like a fury.

Young people who continue to receive no response without ever mistaking their skilled wisdom.

Since the start of the sword dance, it has been so long since the tea has cooled down that the heat of the struggle is still rising.

But should it be taken for granted by some?

Richter L. Klimbroom, who was staring into the war, muttered.

"... will that woman be pushed to this point?"

Behind his gaze was a girl gladiator dancing on a cross.

Even her eccentric spear, which knocked Richter to pieces that day, did not reach the man in front of her.

No, it is twisted down with the same product and strength.

The one who waved his spear without giving up was beautiful, yet he even felt guilty.

It feels like Richter's the only one who knows.

Others are shouting at her as an advantage.

No, it's not. I haven't been able to push through the game that far.

The opponent Huta is calmly "knowing" all of his spear spells, and he seems to be challenging the fortress with a bamboo spear.

Some will laugh recklessly.

Some people will shake their heads to give up.

But still, I know how painful it feels to challenge you.

The person who doesn't want to be laughed at the most is always serious and responsive.

As a swordsman, I can't help but challenge the "mightiest".

"Then how about this!?

Changshan Cross: Full Sky

The technique was very similar to Lilac M. Fangini's "Courtroom Swordsmanship: Rain".

There is a wide and inevitable time frame for it to be carried out as a pigeon.

But a trick that keeps poking a long grip at that speed will drain the endurance of your arm much more than Lilac's "Royal Swordsmanship: Rain".

Still, I let go. I let go even if I knew.

After all, it was proof that fewer tags could be cut.

Mimic: Prim Lancaster - Changshan Cross: Full Sky

When the skull clatters, the skull and the skull meet from the front.

As the appearance boiled, Prim exhaled one big breath and raised his face.

--The champion is strong.

You stand on the stage for the same time, even though you are fighting with the same product.

Prim was already breathing roughly.

But still.

"Still - I don't want to lose!!

Face forward and wave.

By the time he was in Colosseum, it would have been time for him to lose his senses of his arms and play the pigeon.

In the corner of his head, Prim thought about it.

Colosseum carried the sign of Changshan Cross Spear Magic and challenged it with a mindset that represented the corner of the three major spells.

At first, I had no choice but to prove the excellence and excellence of cross spearing without any enemies.

--The champion's story that it was boring just to be strong was all I could think of to finish my position.

But the reality is not that simple. Instead of being a champion, I couldn't win as soon as I got promoted to a major class.

Evergreen Cross Spear Magic. Prim was unable to respond to the call from his hometown.

Depressed, depressed.

That's when I met Futa.

There was a champion's defense that day. It was a match with a gladiator who dropped the prime.

An unpopular and immovable champion thrown up by the audience when he wins anyway.

Prim saw Huta after a match that overwhelmed the opponent.

The depressed prime's eyes were not immersed in the aftermath of victory, but simply the champion who waved his sword silently.

--I 'm sure that was when I yearned for it.

He challenged his opponent by force and was quickly defeated by a thunderbolt.

It was light enough to make me laugh. Using the same cross spear, I thought the pride I had built would be broken.

But as soon as we were done, his back dazzled as he started practicing the cross.

His back was huge as he lay down on his back.

I was excited that it wasn't when I was sleeping.

― ― Win an official match. That's how Prim ran away.

His magic is almost the same as his own. The moves used are almost the same. The difference is between the experience of dealing with a lot of fierce people and the simple power difference that comes from training.

Then one day you will reach the same height.

I will send it to you. Always.

It was so "fun" to swing the champion around somehow in the middle of nowhere.

Someday I'll win. I swear to God.

So, yeah, so...

When I heard that champion Huta had dyed his hand and fled the city, something broke and broke.

That lonely champion. Why is the champion who has remained the strongest without yielding to any disgrace?

Question and anger.

Then Colosseum didn't taste bad for Primes.

Oh, my God.

The loneliness in her eyes was nothing but loneliness.

That's all we talked about.

Huta was strong.

Once upon a time, and still today.

I know every time I hit my spear. It's coming through.

Then why?

Then why...

"Why......"

Prim mutters to zero.

Tingling appeared on the cheeks of Futa.

The force applied to the swinging cylinder remains unchanged.

Still boiling and boiling from the inside.

"You--you 've been straight for a long time! Why did you sully such beautiful martial arts with eight hundred years!!!

Conquer each other.

With his thoughts on it, Prim roared.

"Answer me!! From that day... from the day you disappeared! Everyone in Colosseum has lost their targets! I-I don't even know what it means to be in Colosseum!!

Prim's anger hits over the boiling point when he opens his eyes.

"Isn't that right? I can't beat you, what's the champion? Don't make me laugh! I don't know what the audience thinks! The crown I wear in Colosseum without you is just an insult!!

Even if she could pass, her heart could not pass away.

If the princess had listened to this word, she would have done enough to argue with her shoulders, but Futa was serious.

Seriously, I continued to suffer until that day.

But the seriousness can sometimes be a kind way of saving people.

It was painful.

To be honest, a murmured word without shame or audience was a word beyond comprehension for Prim.

"Was it boring?

"Whatever you do, the audience won't like it. Then there's no point in being a gladiator. Is it strong or weak? Before that, I didn't have anything important to do as a gladiator. I left it to others."

Too pathetic a word to be spinned in the intersection of swords.

Futa laughs at herself with mockery.

It was irresistible for the prime to be taken out.

If you fight, you'll be happy. It was only natural for a "profession: gladiator".

Rather, Prim thought he was boring Huta's game because he couldn't reach the champion.

Still, Prim yearned for the loneliness of Fouta, who kept on drilling and waiting for the challenger on the throne.

But it wasn't.

"What is that?"

"It is my responsibility to do eight hundred years. I don't make excuses. But that's why I swore not to do it anymore. I won't tell you to forgive me, but..."

Haha

Prim laughs.

I laughed and shook my tongue.

Use the back jump to make room for rough breathing.

"... what, you look like an idiot who yearned for it?"

In the words, Fouta closed her eyes.

I don't care how much you scold me.

I tried to accept it from the front because I was weak in my mind.

But neither his attitude nor his thoughts meant anything to Prim.

I see. That's what happened. "

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Prim, hold the horn.