From unexpected Duran defeat the need arose for us three of me, Mazorov, Steisan to get three wins or two wins one draw.
Next is the next-vanguard match. My turn.
I absolutely cannot lose.
"Masaharu-dono. The next match. If you stand in a predicament please recall the day you met this humble one."
"The day I met Duran? Got it."
Without using the stairs I jump and ride the match field.
The match started.
My opponent is a man named Zara Arls. A knight who layered a red long robe on ordinary armor.
…!
"Uu…!"
I involuntarily groaned and leapt back behind.
Zu…
Zara perhaps wary of me lowered his body and slowly advanced.
That weapon is a giant axe. He held it at a high position so he can swing it down anytime and in an extreme forward-leaning posture tried to approach me.
Pushed by unpleasant air I kept retreating and because I came to the match-field edge I began moving sideways.
Bad.
That one… stinks!
