29 29 Huutas fighting! (1/2)

Prim Lancaster.

Her roots are in Changshan Cross-Javelin, one of the three major spear arts in the world.

”She was born as a swordsman, and her hometown is Changshan.

It is the headquarters of Jongsan Jujitsu.

She came to the Colosseum of the Principality with the dream of making her hometown proud.

Her spearmanship, which she had trained in her hometown, was further refined in the Colosseum.

He had studied with many fierce fighters, crossed the wreckage of many fierce fighters, and...

He bowed the knee before the champion.

I remember the day when I was first speared as if it were yesterday.

It was a fine day like today.

A cheer went up in the garden of the palace.

The storm of emotions, out of place in a place where one should be quietly admiring plants, was a frenzy created by those who should be condemning it.

Instead of lustrous flowers, dull silver and sparks were scattered where the feverish people were staring intently.

”Not yet, not yet!

The girl, her two tufts of black hair in disarray, swung her spear angrily.

The young man, who never once misjudged her skillful spear-handling, continues to take her on.

The heat of the battle was still rising, even after the tea had gone cold since the start of the sword dance.

But for some of us, it was only natural.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

...... Even that woman can be pushed this far?

Ahead of his gaze, the figure of a girl fighter danced with a cross spear in her hand.

Even the spear that she used to beat Richter to death on that day was not able to reach the man in front of her.

No, she is being subdued with the same weapon and strength.

The way he wielded his spear without giving up was beautiful, and yet fragile.

A feeling that only Richter could understand.

The others are shouting, seeing her pushing as the superior force.

No, it wasn't. She was so determined to win that she couldn't push.

Her opponent, Futa, is so calm and ”knows” everything about spearmanship that it's as if he's challenging a fortress with a bamboo spear.

Some will laugh at his recklessness.

Some will shake their heads and say give up.

But... But I know the feeling of trying.

The person who I would least like to be laughed at for his stupidity was taking the fight seriously and without any restraint.

As a sword wielder, you can't help but challenge the strongest.

How about this?

”Then how about this!

The technique was very similar to Lilac M. Fangini's ”Court Style Swordsmanship: Rain”.

Because it was delivered as a spear, the distance was wide and there was no way to avoid it.

However, thrusting the spear at that speed with a long-handled spear would consume much more of his arm's endurance than Lilac's ”Court Style Kenjutsu: Rain”.

And yet, he released it. I knew it, but I did it.

After all, it was proof that I was running out of cards to play.

Imitation: Prim Lancaster = Tsuneyama Jujitsu: Manten

The spear and the spear met head-on with a ”Gah Gah Gah”.

While everyone around him was excited by the showy appearance, Prim let out one big breath and looked up.

--The champion is strong.

They've been on stage for the same amount of time, fighting with the same weapons, and yet...

Prim was already breathing hard.

But still...

But still--I don't want to lose!

He looked forward and swung his spear.

If he had been in the Colosseum, he would have already lost feeling in his arms and would have been flung off the spear.

In a corner of his mind, Prim thought about that.

The Colosseum, which he had challenged with the intention of representing one of the three major spear techniques, carrying the sign of Jyoyama Jujutsu.

In the beginning, he had no opponents, and he was enjoying proving the greatness and splendor of jujitsu.

--In the beginning, I had no opponents and I was enjoying proving the excellence of my crossbow.

But in reality, it was not so easy. As soon as I was promoted to the major class, I couldn't win anymore.

The ever-victorious and undefeated Tsuneyama Jujitsu. The undefeated Jyoshan Jujitsu... Prim was not able to live up to the call of his hometown.

She was depressed and down in the dumps.

That's when she met Futa.

On that day, there was a defense of the champion. It was against the same swordsman who had beaten Prim.

The unpopular and unstoppable champion, who the crowd spat out as if he would win anyway.

Prim saw Futa after the fight, when he had overpowered his opponent as expected.

Prim was depressed, but what she saw in his eyes was a champion who was not basking in the afterglow of victory, but was just quietly swinging his sword.

--It must have been at that moment that she yearned for him.

I challenged him to a hand-to-hand combat, and was defeated in a flash by his spear.

It was so easy that it was funny. He used the same cross spear, and I thought my pride would be shattered.

But... As soon as the match was over, he started practicing the cross spear, and his back was dazzling.

His back was so big that I saw it while lying down on the ground.

It inspired me to stay awake.

--I'll win the official game. And with that, Prim ran off.

His spear technique was almost identical to his own. His spear techniques were almost the same. The difference was his experience against many fierce opponents, and the simple difference in strength from training.

Then surely one day I will reach the same heights.

I'll reach it. I will.

I don't know why it was so ”fun” to swing against a champion when there was no money at stake.

One day I will win. I swore.

So... That's why.