"Battles in front of the audience, that's a common situation in cartoons, but it's the first time in real life. And with such a Mademoiselle. I'm glad you're alive. I really need to thank you."
"Are you a true acquaintance?
Ashiko, who hears its name from Charles's mouth and speaks out of the blue.
"Yeah. He's an old mercenary. I've been really invited to this event, and I've been hearing about you from the modem."
"Oh well. Nice to meet you."
"Welcome."
Akiko, who at first thought he was a creepy man, changed his eyes slightly when he was told that he was a true acquaintance and that he was innocent and refreshed.
Akiko was not going to use the power of the demon knife "Fire Clothes". When I can afford it, I make it my policy not to help, because this is not the exchange of life, but because my training is the nuance of your battle.
"I don't know if you have the flying gear to make it look like a melee."
Speaking in a swallowing tone, Charles fires two shots like pulling out a gun.
If I kill him, it's the rule of losing, so I aim for places where I can't fight without letting him die. In other words, legs.
Akiko is in danger and steps are taken to avoid it. Charles, who was a bare hand, was wary of pulling out his gun and shooting it at high speed.
(This guy is as fast as true? He said he was true and companion, and maybe that's how strong he is? If so... I don't think I can win...)
He was a cowardly Akiko, but he immediately regains his mind. If I come here, I don't know what I'm here for.
It takes Akiko to pack her distance from Charles as she steps onto the zigzag.
I tried to shoot more guns, Charles, but it caught my mind. The opponent is challenging the melee, and since this is not a battle that is dying alive anyway, I was tempted to play with them. Charles is a great proximity fighter in the first place, as well as a preference.
Charles is on the loose, but in the realm on the loose, I intend to seriously try and play. If it's a melee, it's a melee, and if there's a gap to decide, I'm willing to decide at once.
Akiko sticks her little knife on her hips and sticks it in each body.
Making it look like it was going in from the front as it was, Akiko fainted along the way and moved diagonally forward. And suppose from Charles's point of view, he sticks a little knife out of the right diagonal.
Charles raises one leg wide and kicks it under Akiko's throat with a trarskick. The knife cuts the sky, and Akiko's body glances wide.
(I could have targeted my face and throat, too. Because I don't like kicking a girl in the face on a boulder. Plus, that's enough)
As Akiko tried to regain her position, she noticed that her body was moving strangely.
Something invisible - something like yarn - is tangled between your hands, feet, and torso. I haven't been completely stopped from moving, but I'm not likely to be able to fight properly.
Charles secretly planted steel wires on the floor around the text, jumping up and tangling as he kicked and glanced at Akiko.
"You better not move poorly. Because I can hang up. I mean, we're gonna have to surrender now, right?
"Ok...... surrender"
Sadly losing without almost any good spot, Akiko sneers disappointingly.
"Could it have been a heavy event for Akiko?"
The lily in the guest seat exhales in a small way.
"It didn't take long."
Mutsuki was sending a sympathetic gaze to Akiko.
"It wouldn't have turned out like this if I'd gone. There must have been some consideration for Lily not being able to expose my precious power to the public."
Mutsuki and Lily turn a sinister gaze at Shirakata, who speaks out in a magnificent tone.
"hey... lily, platinum taro is so annoying"
"Oh, that's an odd encounter. Me too."
"Huh!
The gaze of the surrounding guest seats concentrates on White Kintaro, who is pinched up his nose by a lily and screams like he is out of breath.
"I'm a helper, and I wasn't expecting too much"
Van Damme, who was watching the battle of the ring below on display, said it seemed irrelevant as he put his hand on his chin.
'Theme two will be won by the Border Ilane press corps. Go on, go to theme three. Theme 3: Chira "
When the announcement was made, the following questions appeared on the display:
"Theme 3 Suspicion of Cornelis Van Damme's media surveillance agency"
(Has this turn finally arrived...)
Stroke your chest down, but don't be alarmed. It was in Van Damme's favor with theme 2, but it is a long time ago that I have had a victory over this one with desperation. Van Dam and the power to overturn it is twelve, even if it was a theme in which I would be disputed.
"At least I can't leave this role to you. Mr. Van Damme was properly supported at the beginning of this noise. But I lost that support. Because the idea of granting vested interests to those who obeyed me earlier was misplaced. I'm crazy about doing that, but there's no way I can let someone do that and not understand why I lost my support."
I cut it out from the man in law first. Truth from the front.
My taste is this. Shizuku prefers straight to changeballs. Only in a foolish style that hits from the front and gets stuck in the front can I shine and maximize my strength and momentum.
"Hmm, straightforward theory without novelty"
Van Damme smiles at that.
"I still don't think I'm doing it the wrong way. Yes - I did flinch my vested interests and bring allies into my own camp. I wanted to be on the side of the media. What's wrong with that? To win first. And the first to side with me, it is decided to favour"
Van Damme said arrogantly, letting her grin stick out. Some were even awe inspired by Van Damme, who still did not twist and bend that claim over this period.
"Is he willing to win? Or seriously, don't you see why that's not a good idea?
The truth of the modem squeaks as he sees Van Dam on the display.
"Maybe both"
And, tired.
(Anyway, there is no better way to beat me on this subject. I'm sorry to twist and convey my thoughts with a focus on victory. Let me make my claim grand here)
Van Damme had that idea. The tired reading had hit me.
"I thought you were going to sell the information to national governments. Later on, he followed the country and oppressed freedom of the press. There's no way I can accept that style."
I point it out in a voice where Yoshiku pushed his anger to death.
"Is that necessary? The scattered press freed the press to their liking. Don't you want freedom of the press to mean freedom of fabrication, freedom of bias, freedom to manipulate impressions, freedom to match pumps, and freedom not to report? Those people should be managed thoroughly. That's my philosophy. There will be fears of harm from it, but at least it will be better than it is."
"You can't be better. Now it's conveniently tampered with by the country, and the letter of truth disappears from society. You can do whatever a trader or a bureaucrat wants."
Let Van Dam's argument exasperate him, and without even trying to hide it, Yoshiku throws up his chatter roughly.
"I think it's more of a problem for the media to do whatever they want. Before that, I don't think I'm going to take your precarious form. It won't be that extreme. And I won't let that happen."
"You're not trusted by the public. I don't - I don't consider you a golden deceased, but that's what the world thinks. Not convincing. Not to be trusted. At a point in your policy of selling information to a country you have a contract with, if you pack the money, you will see that when you censor it as convenient for the country to stand around and keep the truth out of the world. That, after all, is like a picturesque cake, even if there are surveillance agencies out there that don't know what's true and aren't even trusted by the public?
"When it comes to credit, it would be the same thing for Theodore to manage."
"The theme now is about you. You're done talking about Mr. Theodore, aren't you?
Van Damme shoves his face in silence at the words of his righteous self.
I don't even want to be so mean.
I agree, but I don't have a choice because I have trouble getting the argument pointed at this way.
But now I have to say something more mean. This is also a dialogue that has been planned for a long time. That's what I wanted to tell you.
"You're completely unconscious that you're trying to be a further great evil while you tell me the scattered press is evil? Don't you know at a good age how unsavory it is to lose credibility from others? That's why Kate left because of you, too. Think about how Kate might have distanced herself from you. Don't lose consciousness that it was you who created it."
The prolonged anger-mixed dialogue was an extremely daunting attack across the weakest part of Van Damme. But Yoshiku was definitely going to say this to you today.
Van Damme's face is visibly distorted. Seeing that up close was hard on me for a long time. I was driven by a desire to turn away, but I can't turn away, either, while hurting my opponent myself.
(Makes... you're sweet, you are)
With a bitter laugh, Van Damme squeaks in his mouth. The long-standing mood to stare desperately at myself was also conveyed to Van Damme. Even to this man who doesn't like to peek into the minds of others, that has now been clearly conveyed.
Then Yoshiku shut up and waited for his opponent's reaction and objection, but Van Dam remained nagging, trying to talk about nothing, as if he had lost his temper of war.
Seeing that Van Damme said he lost, the audience, the viewers online, were surprised. Writing of SNS and anonymous bulletin boards accelerated, and images of Vandam's sad expression appeared around.
"It's time. Judgment please. '
After some silent time passes, an announcement is made.
The result of the determination is Van Dam 40, Yoshiku 903.
Even though it was a huge victory due to the overwhelming difference, Yoshiku was not willing to rejoice.