Fake Princess
CCLXV Chapter
"You are allowed to kill each other. However, if you wish to let your opponent live... They'll be your slaves, breaking the rules? Wherever you live, we will hunt you down," said the middle-aged man who moved his head to the right and left to look at Izumi and the man named Tiebout earlier.
The middle-aged man retreated back a few steps, he turned around stepping leaving the two of them in the middle of the arena. Tiebout and Izumi walked to the side of the field, their footsteps both moving closer to the two spears that were leaning against the side of the arena wall.
A spear? Fighting using a spear is not an easy thing? In addition to having to have the power many times over, wearing a spear must have a possible martial foundation. Is Izumi going to be okay?
The two of them turned around then walked to the center, the spear with a large blade had been tightly grasped by their hands. Silence... The screams suddenly faded.
Dhungs... Dhungs!
The sound of a gong suddenly sounded followed by the boisterous sounds of the spectators who again broke the silence.
"Reserve quickly!"
"I want to see the body again!"
"I want a flying head, give me a flying head show!"
Shouts after shouts filled the place, I turned to look at Eneas who was holding both hands beside me, while Haruki... His palm moved to grasp a piece of paper that he had obtained from the previous man.
The man named Tiebout had raised the spear in his hand, swinging it towards Izumi. Izumi fended off the male spear that was pointing towards him, both legs slightly bent as the male named Tiebout was increasingly pushing the spear with both hands towards Izumi.
Slowly, Izumi's legs that bent back stood up just like before. Izumi raised her right leg as high as possible while her right leg hit the man's left arm.
As the grip from one of Tiebout's hands slipped from his spear, Izumi quickly moved to the side as his right hand moved the tip of his spear to the man's stomach.
The man was bowed for a moment with one hand holding his stomach. Izumi was still looking at the man earlier, whispers were heard again... Why didn't he just kill her? Such were the words that came from those few people.
The man called Tiebout had raised his spear with both hands. His spear swung to the right and to the left trying to cut off part of my brother's body.
Izumi walked backwards as her hand moved her spear to fend off the attack from the man. The screams from the spectator bench grew increasingly boisterous... Cut head! Or quickly finish this fight! As Izumi stepped back further by the attack that Tiebout had made.
"Please, nii-chan," I said slowly in response to their fight.
"Do you think Izumi will lose to that guy?" Haruki's words rang out, I bow my head looking at him who had crossed his arms on the chest watching the fight.
"Haru-nii, aren't you worried about her at all?"
"Izumi is strong. He had mastered a great deal of martial arts since childhood. He won't lose just because his enemy is bigger than him" Haruki said, looking at him as he took a very strong breath.
Tiebout's spear was increasingly swinging towards Izumi as Izumi's body could no longer walk backwards by the wooden wall behind him. Izumi slightly moved her body to the side as the male-owned spear moved swiftly towards her.
I slightly moved as I stared at the man's spear stuck in the wooden wall. Izumi firmly grasped the spear shaft belonging to the man earlier as his body jumped into the face of his opponent.
Tiebout retreated backwards as a result of a kick on his face by Izumi. Izumi moved her legs closer to her opponent as both of her hands raised the height of her spear. Tiebout raised both his hands over his face as Izumi's spear pointed at him.
"I want to make her my slave," Izumi shouted as her spear thrust onto the ground right beside her opponent who was sitting helplessly.
"You want to make him your slave?" Reveal the middle-aged man who had been standing on one of the spectator benches with a loudspeaker funnel in his hand.
"I want to make him my slave, therefore I won't kill him here" Izumi replied to the middle-aged man's words.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you pay us to take care of the agreement," the middle-aged man said again, pointing the speaker's mouthpiece toward his face.
"I have no problem, just make him my slave," Izumi said as Tiebout bowed silently.
"Okay, the fight's over. The winner is Dante" said the man back very loudly.
"He lives on the mercy of his opponent."
"It's very embarrassing."
"I would rather die, than be a slave for losing a fight."
Whispers rang out again as Izumi pulled back the spear he had planted on the ground and walked away from Tiebout... Izumi looked at us with a smile from her.
Both of my eyes widened as I stared at Tiebout who was galloping towards Izumi. Clearly, anger was drawn on his face...
"Izu-nii," my words stopped.
I looked at Izumi who had moved her body slightly turning back. His spear was drenched in blood followed by Tiebout's body falling down before him... Izumi walked over then lowered her head with one hand grabbing the head of Tiebout that rolled into the middle of the field.
"I killed him, do I have to keep paying that deal?" Said Izumi turning to look at the middle-aged man earlier with one hand lifting Tiebout's head upwards.
"The deal is off, you will get a reward for winning this fight later" the man said smilingly in response to Izumi.
"Alright, I'm looking forward to the reward" Izumi turned around and threw the Tiebout's head in her hand at the man sitting in front of us.