Prince Ken is an only child. His father raised him alone because his mother had been dead since he was 5 years old. Although prince Ken was a nobleman's son, he rarely met royalty. That's what made his father so uneasy.
The only son she had didn't have a mate because he never got along. Until one day, his father met king Luis and queen Erlina at a gathering of royalty.
"Isn't your daughter still single? My son will propose constantly," said Prince Ken's father. Ken did come because he was forced to do so.
However, it turned out that was his father's goal. Today, Prince Ken is again ordered to visit horathomi's palace. His purpose there was, of course, to discuss his marriage to princess Alice.
"Welcome, prince Ken. Have a seat!" Prince Edwin welcomed him most warmly.
"Ahh, thank you Edwin. You always greet me well," he said with a big smile.
"It's been a long time since you came here, Ken."
"You were right, probably about a year ago, when there was a gold sword competition."
"You're going to join the competition again, right?"
Prince Ken glanced at the back of prince Edwin's chair. "Of course, I came here to seek the king's approval in person," he lied. He saw a piece of cloth visible there. He could have guessed that it was princess Alice.
"Really? Have you met my father?" Prince Edwin was pleased.
"Before I came here."
"Good for you."
Prince Edwin was drinking his tea for a moment. Followed by Prince Ken.
"By the way, you don't just want to see the king, do you?"
"Sure. I wanted to meet you," prince Ken said with pleasure.
"That's not what I meant." Prince Edwin looked into prince Ken's eyes very seriously. "My sister, Princess Alice," he continued.
"Ah, I forgot you had a sister," Prince Ken pretended to forget. She had been watching over someone who was shaking from behind the chair.
"Are you kidding me? You said that you would propose to my sister."
"Hey! Keep your voice down." Prince Ken is pretending to panic again.
"Shit, I'm stuck here," Princess Alice trembling at her feet and hands.
***
The day the Golden Sword Competition began. There are so many pilgrims coming from between kingdoms. One was the northern kingdom, which was the Nordic kingdom. The bleachers are swarming with people. The sound of shouting and cheering fills the arena. They came here to cheer for each other's champions.
"Prince Ken represents the Nordic kingdom again?" asked a spectator waiting for a match.
"Right. He was certain to win," the audience next to him added.
"Of course. None could match his skill," the other crowd said. Jerry could hear it instantly. He's getting more nervous and cold sweats.
"Calm down, Jerry. You've been trained like hell."
"You can definitely beat him." It's lucky he has friends like jirou and ichiro who supports him under any circumstances. Their words made him a little more at ease.
"If I die, bury my body where I come from, yes." Jirou and ichiro instantly fell silent at Jerry's words.
"Hello, everyone!" "Ready to see this?"
"Ready!"
"Okay. Without further ado. Let's begin!!"
The trumpet call began. One entry into the arena for the fight. At the beginning of the game, the resistance wasn't so fierce.
In fact, some of them fell instantly at the first minute with a single stab through their body. Close to recess, the match started out fierce. Any fight long enough makes the audience tense.
"Are you nervous?" ichiro said after seeing Jerry tightly holding his palms together. Also, the sweat is gushing in the temples.
"Drink first."
They lowered the bleachers and sat down on the benches near the liquor store. Jerry drank it all in one gulp. She felt her heart beating so fast. Jerry thinks that's what it's like to be facing death?
"Jerry! Will you be the one to fight after the break is over?" Jerry, ichiro, and jirou look over the sound. It turned out to be the host of this golden sword competition. Jerry nodded quickly. "Quickly get ready in the arena."
Without saying anything, Jerry went straight up to the arcade to put on his gear. His helmet and his vest are perfectly normal for real warfare.
"Are you sure he can do it?" asked Jirou to Ichiro watch Jerry from afar.
"I don't know. It's possible." Ichiro is a bit dubious, but not disparaging.
"There's nothing in the history of the golden sword competition that an immigrant can win a match."
"Who knows? He even has advantages that no other immigrants have."
"You're right."
The match begins. Looks like Jerry's in the middle of the ring. Preparing the sword that had accompanied him for weeks of training.
"Is he the newest participant?"
"Rumor has it he's only been here for a few months."
"Really? He will definitely die."
The audience was talking like that right when jirou and ichiro had just passed behind them. Just about to sit down, jirou's back on his feet feels annoyed.
"Shut your mouth!" "Jirou, jirou, suppress your emotions?"
"Stop saying bad things about our friend!" shouted jirou to the person who was talking about jerry earlier. The guy acted like he never said anything.
"Never mind! Let's get out of here," take ichiro to prevent a situation that will only escalate.
Prince Ken saw Jerry from the bleachers. He felt something strange when he saw jerry. He could see jerry's aura radiating in the arena.
"Who is he?" Prince Ken mumbled.
Jerry looked the opponent in the face with the killer's gaze. He was prepared for this. So, there's no reason to give up. Jerry ran hard at his opponent and then...
Sring!
Jerry went down right after the attack. The audience's eyes were wide open. They think that this is the end of Jerry's life. Jerry's opponent has a strong body. That was enough to make jerry bounce. Jerry began to panic. He's still holding his own sword.
"Hiyaaaaaa!" shouted the opponent Jerry.
JLEB!
To be continued....