Chapter 483 - 483: Share and Lunch

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Thought appetite gone, but when came to the place stalls lined and wrapped in good smell the stomach insect rang.

"That, looks delicious."

"Looks like yakisoba. Let's eat that."

"Master, that?"

"Hm? What that? Crepe? Thin okonomiyaki? Well, anything fine, that too."

"That porridge-like also."

"Ah, buy and come."

"Master, that?"

"A-already noisy. Don't seek permission from me one by one. Buy what like and come. Bring. Share."

"Yes, Master."

Left me at the table, the women scatter while kya kya. Do as like, already.

However beside Mizurii standing.

"Mizurii, you also fine."

"No, me escort role."

"Here fine."

"No, the man of the streets suddenly became such. Caution better."

"So?"

"So, Akie said."

Akie's instigation. That Akie immediately returned holding yakisoba.

"Mizurii change. Here, Master. Looks delicious."

Then, without reserve. I took chopsticks and carried the yakisoba to the mouth. Hmm, not bad.

Looking Akie not started eating.

"Akie?"

Asked pointing at another yakisoba.

"This for share."

"A-so. Then, eat this?"

"Receive the part Master left."

"Such boring, here, aahn."

I pinched the yakisoba with chopsticks and offered in front of Akie.

"S-such. S-self eat."

"Fine, here, aahn."

"Embarrassing in such place with people."

"Aahn."

"…Aahn."

Akie in the end happily munching the yakisoba.

"A-somehow good atmosphere brewing."

"Looks like lovers."

The women return wai wai. Holding dishes in hands, in no time the table filled.

"This, all, can eat?"

"Said buy anything and come Master."

"Because said share with everyone."

Me, bad?

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From afternoon the fight with the 6th. Shiori's expression anxious minding, but first must support Nanao.

"Somehow situation weird."

"Hm? 6th?"

"No, the samurai's opponent 5th side."

"Um, "Double Sickle George" sickle user?"

"Ah, "Double Sickle George" was a bit brighter man."

Using sickle rare. Classified as soldier? And the man reflected in the image has a face as if determined. Thought tense against the samurai, but seems different.

Nanao's opponent "Mad Dog Mirror" a muscular pro wrestler-like man. Wearing colorful clothes, really pro wrestler. Moreover popular, odds Mirror overwhelming.

If fighter type confrontation then Mirror, the ones with good eyes judged. Because not know Nanao not yet using skill.

Mirror with agility unsuited to the huge body, launched meat bullet battle. Of course if grabbed and thrown, or extreme, maybe disadvantage. Nanao stuck to hit and away.

Quite hit strikes, but not fall. Maybe toughness system skill attached. Then, Nanao. Your skill use place too.

My instruction shouldn't hear, but Nanao matches "High Punch" to the Mirror who jumped in. Hits "Gigant Kick" to the staggered Mirror's leg.

Amazing, still, not knock down. How much HP, Mirror.

Nanao without hesitation kicks "Tornado Kick." This flashy technique, the audience boiled.

Mirror flips on the back. However even so while staggering Mirror stood up. Nanao lowers the waist and braces.

Don't kill.

Thought, but Mirror raised the hand and showed the will of surrender. The audience murmurs.

And lifted Nanao's arm up. The audience further boiled. As is Mirror carried Nanao on the shoulder and exited. Familiar, that one. Nanao smiling happily and scattering smiles on Mirror's shoulder, somehow irritating.

"Won."

Slap to the smiling returning Nanao.

"Eh?"

"A-unintentionally."

Stroke the blank Nanao's head, regaining composure. Familiar is Mirror, not Nanao.

"Mirror-san, good person."

Slap to Nanao.

"Eh?"

"A-unintentionally."

Unexpectedly small person, me.

"Regain composure, next match."

"Yes, Master."

Now, the confrontation of samurai and sickle man.

"Master."

"Hm?"

Shiori pulled my sleeve.

"Bad?"

"Yes."

"Here? Arena?"

"Arena."

"Audience? Gladiator?"

"Not understand."

Vague, but believe Shiori.

"Omolocchi."

"Hm? What?"

"Arena, seems bad."

"Bad?"

"Possibility of something like earlier in front of the pasta shop happening."

"Serious?"

"Ah."

For an instant stared at my eyes Omolocchi, seemed judged worth believing.

"Wait."

Ran to the reception and notified. Immediately another person gathered and started discussion. At first men looking not seriously dealing, but when Omolocchi told something the expression became serious.

However the samurai vs sickle man fight started. Not made it.

"If something happens how?"

Akie asks.

"No obligation to save. Already notified. Chamber of Commerce dealing proper, and if emergency army also there."

"Observe?"

"No, rather want to escape before involved in trouble."

"Return to the inn?"

"No, still watch."

"Understood, Master."

Omolocchi returns.

"Sorry, said information from the leading role of "Goblin King Subjugation." Not said you, but me hanging with you recently leaked. If became famous sorry."

"Well, fine, emergency."

"Match also started. Called vigilante group, and notice to army go. Chamber of Commerce should prepare seriously."

But, Omolocchi. Depending on case, maybe vigilante group or army can't deal. Indeed can't say, but thought so.

The samurai takes iai stance. Sickle man George stands bracing large sickles in both hands.

Both not move.

Not move.

The image becomes face close-up. Samurai Yorimichi calm. Sickle man George lips small moving. Muttering something. Eyes also seated.

"A-only bad premonition, that."

Omolocchi also noticed.

"That one, seems saying overcoming death."

"Match can't stop."

"If stop riot."

"If something happens, escape."

"Do so. Baden-Baden's scandal Baden-Baden deals."

George tilts the body yura and advances forward. Yorimichi's waist drops a bit more.

"Coming."

The samurai's skill "Iai" activates.

George's face looked bisected.

However what cut was only the slight tip of George's nose. There faintly blood line entered. George saw through the limit, and dodged the iai.

"Ka."

Dodged, Omolocchi about to say. George kicked the ground at once and jumped in. However, Yorimichi also kicked the ground and took distance, and sheathed the sword.

Again iai posture.

George even so charged.

The sickle in hand, and the hand itself bisected. While made pure two up to the elbow, swings the sickle with the other arm. Yorimichi repels that with the returning blade.

George swings the arm cut in two, and blood spray hits Yorimichi's face. Thought become eye crush, but useless.

The arm that was cut in two cut from the shoulder, and spins and flies. As is Yorimichi ran past George's side. The other arm torn from the elbow.

George who lost both arms slowly fell forward.

Yorimichi sheathed the sword in the scabbard.

The rescue team rushes to George. The venue was a vortex of enthusiasm. The tragedy in front, for the audience stimulating entertainment.

"Strong, samurai."

"Omolocchi, starting."

Behind the reflected Yorimichi, one of the rescue team who rushed to George arches and falls backward. George rises. Because no both arms weird movement.

With the murmur of the venue Yorimichi turns, and notices the stood up George. Again iai stance.

The man who rampaged in the daytime disturbance was amateur. George lost both arms but combat skill high.

What difference.

Kicks away the rescue team trying to suppress. That George's movement unthinkable of a man with both arms cut.

The management instructed and the rescue team temporarily leaves. The venue is a vortex of enthusiasm. Carefree.

Well looking George's bleeding from the cut surface stopped. What mechanism?

That George kicks the ground and approaches Yorimichi. Yorimichi further lowers the waist and unleashes iai.

However George not in the trajectory of that sword tip. Posture crawling the ground. While hitting the face to the ground even converting that to recoil, George bit Yorimichi's throat.

Busha blood spray blows from Yorimichi's throat. While holding the sword falls forward with a dosari.

The audience seats further heat, and that even think madness.

And George who bit off the throat, with that momentum charged into the audience seats.

The escaping audience, George kicks, bites, and tramples. The escaping audience tramples other audience, and rolls down from the steep audience seats.

"Acha."

Omolocchi becomes a face as if crushed bitter insect.