Hentai King System

Morning sun wrapping the white arena dyed the stone walls gold.

The sunlight rising while driving away the remnants of night lit the marble like a blessing signal gun and stretched countless shadows long.

Light reflecting on the hard skin of stone lit fires in the audience's eyes, and even though it was still before the start cheers pressed in and receded like waves.

A high fanfare rang out.

That sound pierced the clear sky and was pure and strong as if reaching beyond the clouds.

The vibration shook the stepped audience seats and laid bare the excitement hidden inside chests.

"The Academy Martial Arts Tournament is finally entering the climax! First, semifinal first match! Entering is Rigel, the mysterious powerhouse who brought down the Discipline Committee chair!"

The emcee's voice was diffused by magic, and a small lightning-like stir burst from the seats.

The gate opened, and Rigel, flipping a black and blue mantle, stepped into the passage.

Cheers changed into a momentary silence.

"That bastard… he finally came this far on lucky wins."

"No, it can't be luck alone anymore. Beating the Discipline Committee chair should be ability."

"It's certain he has some unidentifiable power…"

Muffled voices gradually increased in number and soaked into the gaps of the stone walls.

They overlapped like ripples and eventually created a single vortex of curiosity and awe.

When Rigel went up on the stage, another fanfare.

Even the sound of the raised kingdom flag receiving the wind and ringing sounded strong like festival drums.

"Facing him is the martial girl who has won her way up by proper means, Testarossa!"

From the opposite gate, light-blue hair appeared, bouncing sunlight.

The glittering hair recalled the color of sky reflected in a clear stream and washed the hearts of those who saw it clear in an instant.

Light armor and silver gauntlets.

The breastplate carved with fine patterns released a thin phosphorescence at the shoulders and swelled and receded like a living thing matching her breathing.

Her supple walk drew in and returned wave-like cheers.

"Sh-she's here… Testarossa…!"

"Her matches are fun to watch. In this tournament you can say she's been fighting the most fairly and squarely."

"Will we get to see that special technique again!?"

The support rose a step, and the air in the venue raised its temperature.

The sound of shoes on each step ringing matching her stride strongly struck the spectators' chests.

The two faced each other at the center of the stage.

Under a sky that recalled a blue canopy, a transparent wind stroked their skin.

The wind swept away the salt of sweat and in exchange faintly carried the scent of plants.

Expectation and tension stretched the time in the venue.

(…To think I'd end up doing this with you here.)

Rigel quietly exhaled.

A little heat was packed in that breath.

Whether it was tension, expectation, or hesitation.

He raised his gaze.

Standing opposite Rigel was Testarossa.

Light-blue hair reaching her shoulders swayed in the soft wind and glittered receiving sunlight.

That bearing was supple like a flower blooming in a field, and yet one felt a beast-like instinct.

All wasted force had fallen from her whole body, and even so a taut presence dominated the place.

Their gazes crossed.

For an instant one even felt the illusion that sound had vanished between them.

What floated in Testarossa's eyes was neither fear nor arrogance.

What was there was a soft smile and a light of will that was endlessly straight.

"So you did win your way up after all, Rigel-kun."

It was she who broke the silence.

The voice was cool and carried a somewhat nostalgic quality.

The audience seats held their breath.

In that quiet, only between the two it seemed as if a different time had begun to flow.

"…'After all'? What do you mean?"

Rigel's voice was low and cautious.

He asked back as if searching for feeling.

"From when I saw the first round. No, from when it was decided I'd participate in the Academy Martial Arts Tournament, I had that feeling."

"..."

Rigel stayed silent for only a little while.

He did not avert his gaze.

"I watched the fight with Aria-senpai. …You're really strong, Rigel-kun. Honestly, I was surprised."

"It was a fluke. She was off her game, right? Just luck."

Rigel shrugged and answered with a joke.

But Testarossa saw through the true intent behind it.

She narrowed her eyes and pointed it out gently, yet sharply.

"That part hasn't changed since the entrance exam."

"…What?"

"The part where you pretend to be humble and try to hide your real strength. I didn't think you'd beat Aria-senpai, but… I knew you were strong. And that you have some circumstances."

Circumstances.

It was only that he wanted to hide his ability and make the opponent submit.

"But this time it won't work. I as I am now properly know your ability, Rigel-kun. And that you're the hero of the Valstine campaign too."

The instant those words cut the air, Rigel's shoulder trembled just a little.

It was a small sway.

But it was certainly an epicenter that struck the depths of his heart.

Hero of the Valstine campaign.

During the fight with Aria, Rigel had revealed that title to Aria.

To shake the opponent's spirit and connect it to a pleasant submission rape.

That scheme succeeded, and he thoroughly ravaged Aria.

It should not have been a wrong choice.

He had no regret.

But he never thought Testarossa of all people had overheard it.

Testarossa took one step forward.

The movement was by no means grand, but it gave the strange illusion that the whole space had swayed.

The air was tense.

Containing minute vibration, it wrapped the place like a taut thread.

"I want to fight you for real, Rigel-kun."

The words were straight.

There was no decoration or bargaining at all.

What dwelled in the depths of her eyes was an unclouded belief.

It was the vow itself of one who showed herself through martial arts.

A wish from the heart.

That was why Rigel's eyes swayed for only an instant.

A wave of emotion cast a shadow on that expression.

"I'm different. I don't want to fight."

The voice that rang low and heavy held a clear will of refusal.

That ring containing bitterness sank into the quiet.

"…Why?"

"You… Testarossa, are the opponent who's the hardest for me to deal with."

While choosing words, Rigel answered that way.

Silence wrapped the two.

What filled there was not mere quiet.

A torrent of unnameable feeling filled the space without becoming words.

"Are you looking down on me because I'm a girl?"

"It's not that… no, in a sense maybe it is."

"…I see. But the match won't wait. Even if you hate it, Rigel-kun, we have no choice but to fight here."

Testarossa's eyes did not sway.

They were the eyes of one who had already decided her resolve.

In that gaze affection and hesitation no longer existed.

"…Yeah."

Rigel slowly nodded.

What floated in that nod was not resignation.

Rather, it was the light of a newly settled will.

The audience was overwhelmed by the air flowing between the two.

What was being exchanged here now was not a mere contest of win and loss.

Behind it there was history.

There was the weight of the past.

And there were feelings toward each other that still would not become words.

Truly, there was a "something" that existed only in this instant.

And then the signal to start the match rang.

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