Chapter 290: - 40 "It's Mizuki's turn" ①
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"Well, I guess it's my turn now."
Mizuki, dressed in hakama and holding a sword at his waist, spoke quietly.
Mizuki-sama, I am cheering for you. But please don't overdo it.
"Ha-ha, Sam is a worrier. You know how good I am.
"But I'm still worried."
"Yeah. Thank you. It's nice to have someone worry about me like this. But I'll be fine. I dedicate this victory to Sam.
Mizuki had enough time to meditate with one eye.
Sam said, "Good luck," because worrying about Mizuki more than necessary would lead to doubts about her ability.
Mizuki was happy to hear her fiancé's words of support and smiled.
"Mizuki, I'm rooting for you."
"Good luck."
"Mizuki-sama, please do your best!"
"It's kind of nice to have people care about me like this. I'll do my best. I'm going to put away in a moment the lover of the man who insulted Lady Stella and Liese, my dear family."
Mizuki then proceeded to the ring for the match.
Mizuki then walked to the ring for the match.
Mizuki Amemiya quietly sat on the ring with her eyes closed.
All she could think about was the recent past.
The meeting with Sam, the fight between his father and Sam. As a result, she became Sam's fiancée, a hostage of her father.
But Mizuki was not treated badly.
Everyone, including Sam, accepted me not as a hostage but as one of his fiancées. They treated him like family.
If it had been any other family, it would not have been like this.
Mizuki was truly grateful for this chance.
That was why she could not forgive Hayato Hayama and the women who followed him for avenging Liese and Stella, who were also her fiancé and her family.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
A girl came up to the ring late.
She was a beautiful, well-bred, knightly-looking girl in pants and silver armor.
Her blonde curly hair was well-groomed, but she had an air of pride about her.
In her hand was a long sword in an ornate scabbard.
"I heard that your father is a sword saint. Coincidentally, my father is also a renowned sword saint in the Kingdom of Orkney.
My father used to be a swordsman. Now he is just an ordinary man who runs a dojo.
My father seems to feel a little better now that he is no longer a sword saint.
Even after losing the title of "Kensei," he began to take care of his remaining disciples who adored him.
Of course, he is no longer a sword saint, but he still takes up the sword for his country. In fact, he laughed at the fact that he could take the initiative now that he no longer had any ties to the government.
My father is here today, watching the match as a spectator.
"Oh, yes, that's right. I heard that you were defeated by a wizard who was not a swordsman, and you were given the title of Kensei.
"Huh, that's a lousy provocation."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I heard a rumor that you, Mizuki Amemiya, are the next Kensei. It's a coincidence that I, Rebecca Urbanfield, am also planning to follow in my father's footsteps and become the next Sword Sage.
Rebecca, brimming with confidence, flutters her hair and proudly stands tall on her chest.
Mizuki, on the other hand, looked at Rebecca with a wary gaze as if she was not interested in her.
"I see. So, what are you trying to say?"
"You must decide who is stronger, me or you."
"It doesn't matter who's stronger."
That's not true. As the best swordsman in the land, I cannot be outdone by swordsmen from other countries. I want to offer my victory to the hero. Then I can enjoy his favor all to myself!
"Ah, so that's where we're getting to after all."
Mizuki cowered her shoulders.
Hayato Hayama's lovers are all screaming like mad, "Master Yuusha, Master Yuusha!
Mizuki didn't know what in the world was so attractive about that boy.
"What's wrong with you? It is natural to try to win the favor of your beloved lord."
"Ah, well, I don't deny it. But we are all a family, and I don't understand why we have to fight over one man like you do.
"--Well, that's kind of creepy."
When Rebecca gave her a look of disgust, Mizuki frowned involuntarily.
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"Well, I guess it's my turn now."
Mizuki, dressed in hakama and holding a sword at his waist, spoke quietly.
Mizuki-sama, I am cheering for you. But please don't overdo it.
"Ha-ha, Sam is a worrier. You know how good I am.
"But I'm still worried."
"Yeah. Thank you. It's nice to have someone worry about me like this. But I'll be fine. I dedicate this victory to Sam.
Mizuki had enough time to meditate with one eye.
Sam said, "Good luck," because worrying about Mizuki more than necessary would lead to doubts about her ability.
Mizuki was happy to hear her fiancé's words of support and smiled.
"Mizuki, I'm rooting for you."
"Good luck."
"Mizuki-sama, please do your best!"
"It's kind of nice to have people care about me like this. I'll do my best. I'm going to put away in a moment the lover of the man who insulted Lady Stella and Liese, my dear family."
Mizuki then proceeded to the ring for the match.
Mizuki then walked to the ring for the match.
Mizuki Amemiya quietly sat on the ring with her eyes closed.
All she could think about was the recent past.
The meeting with Sam, the fight between his father and Sam. As a result, she became Sam's fiancée, a hostage of her father.
But Mizuki was not treated badly.
Everyone, including Sam, accepted me not as a hostage but as one of his fiancées. They treated him like family.
If it had been any other family, it would not have been like this.
Mizuki was truly grateful for this chance.
That was why she could not forgive Hayato Hayama and the women who followed him for avenging Liese and Stella, who were also her fiancé and her family.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
A girl came up to the ring late.
She was a beautiful, well-bred, knightly-looking girl in pants and silver armor.
Her blonde curly hair was well-groomed, but she had an air of pride about her.
In her hand was a long sword in an ornate scabbard.
"I heard that your father is a sword saint. Coincidentally, my father is also a renowned sword saint in the Kingdom of Orkney.
My father used to be a swordsman. Now he is just an ordinary man who runs a dojo.
My father seems to feel a little better now that he is no longer a sword saint.
Even after losing the title of "Kensei," he began to take care of his remaining disciples who adored him.
Of course, he is no longer a sword saint, but he still takes up the sword for his country. In fact, he laughed at the fact that he could take the initiative now that he no longer had any ties to the government.
My father is here today, watching the match as a spectator.
"Oh, yes, that's right. I heard that you were defeated by a wizard who was not a swordsman, and you were given the title of Kensei.
"Huh, that's a lousy provocation."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I heard a rumor that you, Mizuki Amemiya, are the next Kensei. It's a coincidence that I, Rebecca Urbanfield, am also planning to follow in my father's footsteps and become the next Sword Sage.
Rebecca, brimming with confidence, flutters her hair and proudly stands tall on her chest.
Mizuki, on the other hand, looked at Rebecca with a wary gaze as if she was not interested in her.
"I see. So, what are you trying to say?"
"You must decide who is stronger, me or you."
"It doesn't matter who's stronger."
That's not true. As the best swordsman in the land, I cannot be outdone by swordsmen from other countries. I want to offer my victory to the hero. Then I can enjoy his favor all to myself!
"Ah, so that's where we're getting to after all."
Mizuki cowered her shoulders.
Hayato Hayama's lovers are all screaming like mad, "Master Yuusha, Master Yuusha!
Mizuki didn't know what in the world was so attractive about that boy.
"What's wrong with you? It is natural to try to win the favor of your beloved lord."
"Ah, well, I don't deny it. But we are all a family, and I don't understand why we have to fight over one man like you do.
"--Well, that's kind of creepy."
When Rebecca gave her a look of disgust, Mizuki frowned involuntarily.
"Well, I guess it's my turn now."Mizuki, dressed in hakama and holding a sword at his waist, spoke quietly.Mizuki-sama, I am cheering for you. But please don't overdo it."Ha-ha, Sam is a worrier. You know how good I am."But I'm still worried.""Yeah. Thank you. It's nice to have someone worry about me like this. But I'll be fine. I dedicate this victory to Sam.Mizuki had enough time to meditate with one eye.Sam said, "Good luck," because worrying about Mizuki more than necessary would lead to doubts about her ability.Mizuki was happy to hear her fianc's words of support and smiled."Mizuki, I'm rooting for you.""Good luck.""Mizuki-sama, please do your best!""It's kind of nice to have people care about me like this. I'll do my best. I'm going to put away in a moment the lover of the man who insulted Lady Stella and Liese, my dear family."Mizuki then proceeded to the ring for the match.Mizuki then walked to the ring for the match.Mizuki Amemiya quietly sat on the ring with her eyes closed.All she could think about was the recent past.The meeting with Sam, the fight between his father and Sam. As a result, she became Sam's fiance, a hostage of her father.But Mizuki was not treated badly.Everyone, including Sam, accepted me not as a hostage but as one of his fiances. They treated him like family.If it had been any other family, it would not have been like this.Mizuki was truly grateful for this chance.That was why she could not forgive Hayato Hayama and the women who followed him for avenging Liese and Stella, who were also her fianc and her family."Sorry to keep you waiting."A girl came up to the ring late.She was a beautiful, well-bred, knightly-looking girl in pants and silver armor.Her blonde curly hair was well-groomed, but she had an air of pride about her.In her hand was a long sword in an ornate scabbard."I heard that your father is a sword saint. Coincidentally, my father is also a renowned sword saint in the Kingdom of Orkney.My father used to be a swordsman. Now he is just an ordinary man who runs a dojo.My father seems to feel a little better now that he is no longer a sword saint.Even after losing the title of "Kensei," he began to take care of his remaining disciples who adored him.Of course, he is no longer a sword saint, but he still takes up the sword for his country. In fact, he laughed at the fact that he could take the initiative now that he no longer had any ties to the government.My father is here today, watching the match as a spectator."Oh, yes, that's right. I heard that you were defeated by a wizard who was not a swordsman, and you were given the title of Kensei."Huh, that's a lousy provocation.""Oh, I'm so sorry. I heard a rumor that you, Mizuki Amemiya, are the next Kensei. It's a coincidence that I, Rebecca Urbanfield, am also planning to follow in my father's footsteps and become the next Sword Sage.Rebecca, brimming with confidence, flutters her hair and proudly stands tall on her chest.Mizuki, on the other hand, looked at Rebecca with a wary gaze as if she was not interested in her."I see. So, what are you trying to say?""You must decide who is stronger, me or you.""It doesn't matter who's stronger."That's not true. As the best swordsman in the land, I cannot be outdone by swordsmen from other countries. I want to offer my victory to the hero. Then I can enjoy his favor all to myself!"Ah, so that's where we're getting to after all."Mizuki cowered her shoulders.Hayato Hayama's lovers are all screaming like mad, "Master Yuusha, Master Yuusha!Mizuki didn't know what in the world was so attractive about that boy."What's wrong with you?It is natural to try to win the favor of your beloved lord.""Ah, well, I don't deny it. But we are all a family, and I don't understand why we have to fight over one man like you do."--Well, that's kind of creepy."When Rebecca gave her a look of disgust, Mizuki frowned involuntarily.
