The setting sun on the horizon was like a broken cooked egg yolk, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the small courtyard of a private sanatorium on the outskirts of Kazakhstan, Kukalun squatted beside a wicker chair in the open space of the courtyard, his big rough hand gently holding a thin and old hand, and the skin covered with age spots was tightly clinging to the bones of his hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He looked at the sunset, as if with his mother in a wicker chair beside him, thinking back to his old days at home on the North Coast.

"Liszko. The old mother, who had been chattering, said, "Listen to Maria, tomorrow you will fight for the glory of Lady Jessica?"

"Hmm. Kukarun nodded, he always tried his best to apply to leave the school to visit his mother, but in the face of his mother's chatter, he was always silent, and he did not talk about the difficulties encountered in the academy.

They said the fight was about family glory. ”

"I'm going to beat her. ”

Kukaron turned his head and looked deeply at his elongated mother, her face thin, her milky white eyes, which had been tired, sunken into their sockets and cheeks deeply sunken. A little over a year ago, she was a vibrant, ruddy woman, but now she is like a withered flower. Only the pale and thick hair could allow Kukaron to find a trace of his mother's past.

"Kids. The trembling old hand reached out to Kukaren's strong arm and touched the strong muscles that belonged to the warrior's tattoo, "You are Liszt like your father, and you are invincible against the fear in your heart." ”

"Hmm. ”

Kukaron nodded, he was sure that the servant who cared for his mother had deliberately told her about it. He looked carefully at his mother's face, which had been calm, and suddenly smiled, "Mom, there is one less wrinkle on your face." ”

"yes, hehehehe. The old mother chuckled, wrinkles huddled together, but the laughter made her look younger.

Everything will always be fine. Kukarun thought silently in his heart.

The night, like a pitch-black cloak inlaid with sparkling gems, shrouds the sky.

In the academy's independent training grounds, in Alina's dreams.

"What!" the silver-haired girl looked incredulously at a copper coin lying in her palm, "how can it be so?"

Alina had been training hard at the training ground since she had traded with Kazkaz in the morning, and that memory (which Kazkaz claimed had given her conscience) awakened some of her knowledge of martial arts. The silver-haired girl felt that she had reached a new level by leaps and bounds, and she couldn't wait to trade with Kazkaz.

"yes, that's it. Kazkaz was a little impatient, "You don't have to show me your weakness again and again, you can only steal such a pitiful little bit of power." ”

The half-elf girl stared at the copper coin, which represented the power she had "stolen". Because of this power from Kazkaz, she is difficult to control, so Kazkaz acts as a "steward of power", which quantifies the amount of "stolen power" into currency, and visualizes the results of what power can be strengthened into commodities for Alina to understand.

It's so kind to look at it this way, it's like being stolen yourself, and helping the thief manage the stolen money.

However, the clever Alina knew that Kazkaz was trying to tempt her, so that she couldn't help but use her soul mortgage to take out a loan, and with the first time, there was a second time, and finally let her fall into the vortex of greed, and sell all her soul to Kazkaz step by step.

God knows what will happen when you "merge" with it (Kazkaz claims to be one), after all, lies are always good.

"You can take out a loan, you only need a trace of soul as collateral, pay in installments, without any interest. The voice was seductive, and a monster's voice couldn't utter such emotional words.

Really.....

"you. ”

Alina smiled.

(The above paragraph was added by me when I realized that the first two chapters did not clearly describe the nature of the transaction.) ）

The next day, the sky was gray, and the golden morning light had not yet emerged from behind the eastern peaks. Kukaron opened his eyes, it was the day of the decisive battle, and he could train a little longer before rushing to the arena.

He slept in the private training room and ate in the personal training room. This is not a means to reassure his master, in fact, Jessica only looks at the results, and does not point fingers at the vassals.

He was there to add a chance of winning, and to protect his mother's smile. Even if the opponent is just a lady with a sword, he does not dare to slack off. Because the Lady with the Sword can lose many times, and he can only lose once.

Kukaron quickly washed it, and then drew the blade of war that had been with him all along, and the great sword was firmly in his hands. Today, he didn't plan to get along with those black alchemy nuggets in the training room, and decided to overcome the difficulties of the "Swirling Sword Dance".

His eyes were looking straight ahead, his tiger's back was slightly bent, and his sword was upwards in both hands, full of strength.

Kukaren took a swift step forward, the blade of the sword slashed diagonally from top to bottom, drawing a perfect semicircle, he let go of his left hand, his right hand held the hilt of the sword and turned around, his wrist twisted, the high-speed movement of the sword changed direction, and a sword flower danced in the air, his left hand firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and then turned sideways...

He has a sturdy physique and smooth movements. Spin and forward, the great sword danced quickly in his hands, the snow-white sword shadow surrounded the tall and strong samurai, and the training room was filled with the rhythmic sound of sword blades breaking through the air.

"Choke. ”

A discordant metal sound sounded, it was the sound of the blade scraping the ground, Kukaren frowned, and sure enough, as he turned around, he waved the sword moving at high speed, making it a lot more difficult for him to master the sword, which was a difficulty that he had always been difficult to overcome.

The whirling sword dance ended with a sweep, his body heated, the hot blood rushing to his limbs to warm his body, Kukaron wiped the sweat from his forehead, and habitually held his sword in the scabbard at his waist with his head held high, as if his father, who had taught him swordsmanship, was still by his side.

Feeling a little sad, he sat down on the edge of the bed, drew his long sword, laid it flat on his lap, and looked at himself reflected in the sword, pondering.

"Before a fight, the most important thing for a warrior is to have no distractions. His father's teachings rang in his ears, and he closed his eyes and felt the coldness of the blade with his fingers.

I don't know how long it took,

"Knock knock. There was a gentle knock on the wooden door, and Kukaron opened his eyes, and all the distractions in his eyes disappeared without a trace, leaving only the clearest battle intent and calm.

Dressed only in thin clothes, the heat generated by the movement in his body had long since dissipated in the cold air, he stood up, put away his sword, and prepared to go. The contestant's equipment and consumables are placed in the arena to guarantee notarization, so he only needs to bring a sword.

Opening the door, to his surprise was a polite servant outside the door, a pitch-black elemental car parked behind him.

"Mr. Kukaron, please get in the car. The gray-haired old driver said.

Theoretically, Elemental cars are not allowed to be driven in the Academy, except for special people on special days.

It was rare for a vassal of low status to receive such courtesy, and the luxurious elemental car was reflected in his eyes like a small stone being thrown into calm water, waving in small circles.

Kukaren knew that behind this courtesy was an unquestionable order - it must be won!, he breathed steadily, nodded to the old driver, handed the Blade of War to the driver, stepped on the pedal in front of the door, and bent down into the luxurious Elemental car.

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The well-made Elemental car, which was used to make a statement of the owner's status, clearly did not take into account the user of a nearly two-meter-tall giant, and Kukaren had to bend down and carefully sit on the soft velvet seat cushion.

The brown-haired Jessica sat calmly with her hands folded on her lap, like a beautifully carved statue, and only nodded when Kukaren greeted her.

The old driver closed the door and started the car.

The car was silent, but the silence made Kukaren feel his pressure mounting, and he looked at the cold carved window. The green leaves turn yellow and fall, leaving only half-yellow and half-green leaves on the branches. The green of the meadow was gradually replaced by yellow, the water jets of the fountain fell, and the early autumn arrived, and the lonely academy became more popular because of a special day.

The noise of the crowd filtered through the thick doors, dispelling the silence inside.

The car stopped, Kukarun got up, and whispered to Jessica, "Dear Miss, I will fight for glory for you." ”

Jessica's lips moved imperceptibly, and finally she just nodded. Bent over, Kukarun opened the car door, and when his first foot hit the hard ground, Jessica's soft voice came from behind him: "You must give me a win." ”

Kukarun stopped, and instead of turning around, he nodded. Then he closed the door, took the War Blade handed to him by his driver, and made his way through the crowd towards the tall arena entrance.

The game was scheduled for eight o'clock in the morning, which was a bad time. Because this means that the people who love to watch the excitement, after watching a big scene, not only can they not go to the place where wine and food are served to blow the cow all night, but also have to endure most of the day's lessons.

As a victorious general, Kukaron walked to the changing room with ease, and several staff members were holding the list, carefully counting the armor and consumables on the table, which were all things that Kukaren was going to bring to the round ring.

"Can I put on my armor now?"

"Absolutely. ”

They put down the list in their hands, picked up their armor, and walked towards Kukaron. The bald man turned to face the window and raised his hands straight at each side, asking them to tie the armor to him piece by piece.

The glass reflected the staff's brown costumes, but it reminded him of his mother, who was bedridden under a brown quilt. His gaze looked out the window, and the white stone ring in the center of the arena made him feel the cold of autumn.

Kukaron's heart began to beat hard for some reason, pounding on his black breastplate to make a "knock knock" sound that only he could hear.

"Sir, do you want to put this short sword of yours in your belt?"

The staff's confused voice brought him back to his senses, and he looked down to see the short sword in the former's hand, it was an ordinary short sword, the hilt of which was tied with a brown strip of cloth and tucked away in a brown wooden scabbard.

There were no gems, no magic, no wonder he was confused.

Without saying a word, Kukaren reached out and grabbed the short sword, which was a little "small" compared to his large hand. He drew his short sword, the blade was well maintained, and the blade had already been sharpened, which was perhaps the only merit of the short sword.

He tied the scabbard around his belt, his thick fingers brushing the snow-white blade lightly, feeling its coldness.

He recalls years ago in the fall, when he was a kid wielding a wooden sword and striking a scarecrow wearing a helmet of a "god-believing warrior." His father gave him the dagger as a gift to him on his path to warriorhood and taught him the first and most important fighting technique.

"Before a fight, the most important thing for a warrior is to have no distractions. ”

The road of life for a commoner is bumpy, and this once proud teenager carries his dying mother around looking for medical treatment, and I don't know how many times he has been harassed and insulted. At nights when his heart was full of frustration, anger and despair, he would draw this sword and feel its coldness and calm his heart.

He plunged the short sword into its scabbard, and at this moment the distractions in his eyes disappeared without a trace, full of determination, and he felt that his body and mind were in perfect combat condition. Kukarun put on his helmet, his face covered by a fully enclosed steel helmet, revealing only a pair of blue eyes like a sword.

He glanced around, and the staff subconsciously took a few steps away from the black-armored warrior. Kukaron, who was ready, strode out, and the heavy armor seemed to have no weight.

No one dared to look him in the eye along the way, not because he was tall and carried an incomparably sharp war blade at his waist, but because his gaze was sharper than the blade.

When the bronze bell of the arena was struck five times, two heavy bronze doors were pushed open, and a slender and beautiful silver-haired half-elf and a tall black-armored warrior walked out from behind the door, facing each other towards the one-meter-high circular ring.

The crowd began to cheer, and the cheers grew louder after the half-elf girl's face flushed. Kukaren nonchalantly glanced at the almost full crowd in the arena (Jessica's credit). No matter how important the fight was, Kukaren knew it was a pure hilarity for the audience.

This arena is not big, but it is special in nature, and it is special in that it allows citizens to buy tickets to enter. Of course, it has to be real Kazakh citizens, and students have discounted tickets, so many civilian students can sit in the arena, which can only accommodate 25,000 people, and cheer with the crowd. That's why the crowd cheered even louder after seeing the flush on Alina's face.

After all, everyone likes beautiful women.

The two of them entered the ring at the same time, and Kukarun condescendingly looked at the petite half-elf in front of him, dressed in bright green close-fitting leather armor, her silver hair tied into a simple ponytail, and her clear eyes like carefully carved emeralds, reminding him of the forests of his hometown in March, through which white ponies passed.

Unafraid, she looked up at him.

The black-clad referee with a magic megaphone was reading out the rules, Kukarun had fought many times, brought a lot of honor to Jessica, and he could almost memorize these rules.

To sum up, there are two points: you can't slap your face with a sharp weapon, and if you can't stand on the ground, you will fail.

Although the ring is a meter above the ground and has no guardrails, the tall guardrails will rise when the fight begins, and magical magic will convert any damage beyond a certain level into bruises and protect the dying players, allowing both sides to free their hands and feet.

No one has been left with lifelong wounds in the ring, and no one has ever died, except for the occasional failure of the magic array.

"The players introduce each other. ”

The referee finally finished reading the boring rules and came to the last step.

"Kukaren of Livia. ”

"Eleanor, Withermere. ”

The referee immediately jumped out of the ring, activated the magic array, and announced loudly with a magic megaphone to drown out the people's voices.

"One!"

Alina put her hand on the brown hilt of her sword.

"Two!"

Kukarun bent down.

"Three! Draw your sword!"

"Choke!"

The sound of drawing swords rang out at the same time, one was a long sword as rosy as a crystal, and the other was a snow-colored greatsword with an a-blue magic pattern.

(Thank you all for voting for that, so much was written.) I was going to split it into two chapters and two more changes.,Of course, I'm not like.,But I think it's broken into two chapters to destroy the structure.,So I didn't tear it down.,You see how good it is to leave a game at the beginning.。 ）