Cold weapons are a man's romance

Alex stood calmly on the sidelines, watched Roman successfully resolve the Viking invasion crisis, watched August deftly fight against the Spanish swordsman, the outstanding performance of potential opponents in the future did not shake him in any way.The battlefield is like this, people better than you will always emerge in endlessly, and those excellent people are often defeated by little-known characters.If you don't get used to this early, you will never become a real swordsman.

But there was something in the stadium that could shake Alex. Unfortunately, it wasn't his opponents, but Nolan Norfolk, sitting far away in the audience.

He is so eye-catching, like a shining diamond in a dark hall, just sitting there without saying a word exudes an incomparably powerful aura, as if His Majesty the King came to celebrate his enthronement And it's like a martial arts tournament held.Alex wanted to ignore him, but he didn't believe it. As long as he stood in a position where he could see Nolan, his eyes would involuntarily drift towards his stepbrother.

Several times, their eyes met.Alex averted his eyes while cursing secretly.Nolan doesn't like to watch the game, so why watch him?Are you waiting to see him make a fool of himself?

After the game between August and Raya, it was Alex's turn to play.Lucinda put on protective gloves for him, patted his tense upper arm, and said with a smile, "Come on, your brother is watching you, don't let him down."

"...Did you say that on purpose because you wanted me to lose?"

Alex's opponent this round is not a strong character, he can easily eliminate the opponent.However, the enemy should not be underestimated. Are there still few swordsmen who capsized in the gutter?He has to win this one, and then the next one, until he meets Roman in the semifinals.

He put on the mask and looked for Nolan's figure from the gap in the net.After seeing his stepbrother's motionless figure, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He would defeat his idol Roman in front of Nolan, and let his stepbrother watch the star he admired fall before his eyes.He imagined Nolan's heart-wrenching grief and indignation, and couldn't help but rejoice.

At this time, "Nolan's idol" Roman said not far behind him: "Cesar, I'm going to rest first."

"Ah, here is Alex's game, don't you want to watch it?"

"There's nothing to see...?"

Alex was so angry that a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

——You look down on me, don’t you? !Wait for me, faggot!In the semi-finals, I want you to taste the taste of regret!

***

Roman returned to the backstage, August took off his protective clothing, and lay sprawled on the chair, like a starfish that was about to be dried by the sun.

"Aren't you going to Alex's game?" He asked the exact same question as his coach.

"Nothing to see, is it? Alex probably wins anyway."

"...That's right, a game without suspense is the most boring."

"Help me watch things, I'm going to the bathroom."

Roman threw the equipment at the little emperor's feet, put a towel around his neck, and walked along the sign of the bathroom.Although a game is at most 3 minutes, 3 minutes of strenuous exercise still consumes a lot of energy, let alone playing several such 3 minutes a day.

He washed his face at the sink.Amid the sound of splashing water, someone came in.Roman's face was covered with water, and he didn't take a closer look at who that person was. It must be a contestant.The man didn't go to the cubicle, nor did he pour water into the urinal, but stood firmly behind him.

"You can use it, please." Roman turned off the faucet, wiped his forehead with a towel, and stepped aside.

"Do not."

Edward Blackson said.

Roman's stomach froze instantly.He looked left and right, there was no one else here except the two of them, and the environment was quiet and perfect enough to be a murder scene.Reason tells him that Edward will not kill him, but who can guarantee that Edward has the same reason?

"Then...then you are here to release the water?" Roman tried his best to squeeze out an awkward smile, and slowly moved towards the door, "Please, just don't talk to me while peeing, it will be bad if you pee on me."

The damned bad joke didn't make Edward laugh.He frowned, raised his hand to support the wall, and blocked Roman's way.

"You know it's against the rules to threaten other players in private, right?"

"And no one saw it."

Roman began to calculate how many decibels he had to scream to get the attention of outsiders.

Edward took a step closer. "You two," his deep voice was like thunder, "are you together?"

It would be foolish to ask "Who do you mean by 'you two'" at this time.The two of them didn't publicly announce it to the world (with Cesar's pissing nature, it's considered low-key not to post on all social media), but they didn't deliberately hide it either.Anyone with eyes can understand their relationship when they see them pushing each other on the sidelines.

He had expected that those intimate and ambiguous actions might irritate Edward, but he still did it without hesitation.He didn't refuse when Cesar kissed him.On the one hand, he wanted to enjoy Cesar's attention, on the other hand...well, he admitted, he just wanted to annoy Edward on purpose.This kind of behavior is no different from a child's anger. Roman himself thinks it's naive, but why not be naive once in a while?

"Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? Me? Jealous of you?" Edward laughed angrily, "Do you really take yourself seriously?"

"I thought you had a relationship with Cesar before, so you don't like me now. So you don't?"

After Roman finished speaking in one breath, he was startled.How could he just say what was in his heart?From whom did this outspokenness come from?Cesar?

"Of course not!" Edward stammered suddenly, "I'd rather fall in love with a frog than fall in love with him!"

There was a moment of pain on his expression, and although he quickly recovered, Roman's super dynamic vision keenly captured that moment.

"Wow, that's great. I'm sorry that I always regarded you as a rival in love, and now I'm finally relieved. You won't be the third party who destroys other people's love relationships, right?" Roman patted Edward on the shoulder, not without malice smile.

Edward shook him off. "It's disgusting, don't touch me! I don't give a damn who you guys sleep with!"

"Then why did you come to ask me if I was with Cesar? Do you just like gossip?"

"I..." Edward was at a loss for words.

A hundred kitten shaking head emoticons emerged in Roman's mind.How could this guy be more duplicity than Alex?Edward was filled with resentment and hostility towards all the swordsmen, more towards Roman than all the others combined.Why?It's not just because Roman studied under Cesar.August has never received such "courtesy".

Now he understands.What Cesar thinks about Edward is still unknown, but Edward's relationship with Cesar is definitely not as simple as "good friend from childhood".

However, what if it is not?Now Cesar was his!Edward trying to steal someone from him?Have you asked him about his sword?

"I remember you still have a game next, right? Are you planning to abstain?" Roman tapped his wrist, pretending to have a watch there.

Edward jostled him away, nearly knocking him into the urinal.That would be embarrassing.If such an unfortunate tragedy were to happen, the first thing Roman would do after climbing out of the urinal would be to give Edward a loving hug.He must not die alone.

"You can still be happy now. Soon I will make you laugh again." Edward slammed the door of the cubicle.

Roman shrugged and staggered out of the bathroom.He suddenly realized that Edward didn't seem so scary.He always thought that he was a killing machine and a predator returning from the army, and he could easily rub weak chickens like them who had never seen a battlefield on the ground, but Edward was also a mortal and had weaknesses.If you poke him where it hurts, he will get angry, panic, and even retreat.

There is no invulnerable opponent in the world, it's just that you imagine your opponent too perfect and yourself too weak.Sometimes, what you have to deal with is not a strong enemy, but an inner assumption.Man's worst enemy is always himself, isn't it?

When he returned to the sidelines, his face was still dripping wet, and water droplets slid down his hair.Alex had won, and now another battle was on.Seeing Roman going back and forth, Cesar was about to give him the latest news about the battle when he hugged him.

"Wow, what's wrong with you?" Cesar was both surprised and happy, perhaps a little more frightened than happy.Roman is half of the oriental blood, so he also has the implicitness of the oriental. He seldom expresses his emotions so bluntly. He always takes the initiative and Roman responds passively.

"It's nothing. I just want to make sure you're still there." Roman leaned on his shoulder and panted slightly.

Noticing that the people on the sidelines were staring at them impatiently, Roman let go of Cesar, coughed twice in embarrassment, and looked away from his red face.

"The one just now...can you do it again?" Cesar asked absentmindedly.

"Cough cough." Roman repeated the cough just now.

"Not this one!"

***

"Dear viewers, the second knockout round of the Silver Memorial Tournament has come to an end, and the final round will be contested between No. 30 player Vincenzo and No. 32 player Edward. As we all know, Vincenzo is an Italian Fior A master of the thunder school, he is very good at swift swords. He will also participate in tomorrow's swift sword competition. But this does not mean that he is not good at long swords..."

Vincenzo wiped his mustache, bowed his knees to the audience and gave a court salute. When he opened his arms, he smiled slightly, and the female audience in the stands screamed like a wave.The blond beauty behind the commentator Dmitry almost fainted.After all, who can resist this elegant and passionate Latin style?

On the other hand, his opponent, Edward Blackson, has been stern since he came on the court, looking at the surrounding eyes as if the referees, spectators and opponents are all walking garbage.Maybe some people like this kind of high-cold style.Anyway, Dmitry didn't have a cold.

The referee pointed to Vincenzo, pointed to Edward, and finally pointed to the middle of the field, meaning to let them shake hands.After talking for a day, the referee didn't even bother to give an order for the simplest "handshake".

Vincenzo held out his hand with a smile.Edward's face seemed to say "If you don't shake hands with you, it's against the rules, so I have to do it", and he pinched his fingers casually in disgust.

"We meet again." The Italian said in heavily accented English. "The last time you gave up the game, I waited for seven years, and I finally waited for this day to fight you. Don't let me down, Edward Blackson."

"...Who are you?"

"Don't you remember? Seven years ago, I was your opponent in the semi-finals in this gymnasium, also in the Silver Memorial..." Vincenzo was anxious.He wasn't expecting this kind of reaction...

Edward's mouth fell open. "Oh—" Then he snorted, "I have no impression. I have no impression of anyone weaker than me."