it may seem, Gene's head of household felt like a contender.

After all, Dick-Dom was clearly starting to shelter his right arm.

No, rather than shelter, I guess I'm getting to the point where I use my left arm more often because I'm no longer left with a grip on my right hand. Even if he grabbed his opponent's arm or girdle with his right hand, he couldn't even help Feint because he was easily shaken off.

Now it just seemed hard to beat Gene's parents, the third strength - but Dick-Dom didn't give up. Without giving up, he waited for the arrival of the tiger sight and opportunity.

That came after a fierce offensive lasted about five minutes.

Gene's parents grabbed Dick-Dom's left arm and rolled out a single backpacking move.

It seemed to me that I should get some rest.

but even though it seemed like the perfect time, Dick-Dom's giant didn't float up. With his left arm removed, Dick-Dom dropped his hips deeper than his opponent and managed to make him endure.

That's how Dick-Dom wrapped his right arm around him, in such a way as to hold his opponent's neck in.

Plus, grab your right wrist with your left hand. If this is the case, the grip on the right hand is irrelevant. That's how when Dick-Dom twisted the giant like a tornado, Gene's parents were to hit harder and fall to the ground.

"Until then! It is the victory of Dom's parents! Don't leave Gene's parents!

When the head of Havilla, who was the referee, declared, the square was blown with cheer.

Dick-Dom is breathing roughly, keeping his right arm down sloppily. Dick-Dom looked more drained than Gene's parent, the loser.

"Finally, we made it to the last fight! This is out of the question, don't you see?

"Right," Gazran-Rutim responded again, as Dan-Rutim gave a delightful voice.

"Looks like I misjudged Dick-Dom's bottom line. Neither can I. I can't imagine where the last battle went."

I was kind of, like, heartbeating at the groan.

Has he been relieved of the way the always deposited Dick-Dom fought so hard? Or are you getting emotional about Morn-Rutim holding hands to pray right behind me? I have no grudges against Graf-Zaza, but I couldn't help wishing Dick-Dom victory.

(And Dick-Dom and I are friends who revealed the night together at Rutim's house.)

But before that, it is first of all a comparison of the forces of interconnection and then a third-place decisive battle.

The third-place match is between George-Zaza and Gene's parents.

Due to the depth of this, I sneak up on George-Zaza. I don't suppose that wish was heard - it was George-Zaza who won after a great heat battle that spanned more than five minutes.

The people of the northern settlements were still cheering tremendously here.

Perhaps George-Zaza beat Gene's head for the first time. Instead of me, Tul-din and Zei-din were also banging their hands in admiration.

At last, it is the final game.

This is the last battle against the power begun in Jomtien.

If you open the lid, it is a match between two people who were originally referred to as the strongest in the northern settlements.

But Dick-Dom, obviously, is not in full condition. Even though that weaved the mood of renunciation in as many fights as earlier, it now seemed to be an element of detonators.

Besides - Dick-Dom hasn't even won the brave seat yet.

Graf-Zaza is a bar-bearing brave man, Gene's parents are load-carrying brave men, George-Zaza is a fighting brave man, Dom's branch parents are load-carrying brave men, Dodd is a wood-climbing brave man - and his sister Rem-Dom is a fighter of the target. If I say it's a strange combination, it's until then, and even if I lose this battle, I get the brave seat, but nevertheless, Dom, the head of the main house deserves the title of brave man - the people of the northern settlements may have been caught in such a thought.

"Okay, here we go!

By decree of the head of the Havilla, the final match was started.

At the same time, Graf-Zaza grabs Dick-Dom from the front.

Dick-Dom took that rampage without escaping.

Upper back, Dick-Dom is more astringent. But it's also, at best, five centimeters. Moreover, in the combination of the four disappointments, some aspects should have been more advantageous with a lower center of gravity.

As if to prove it, Graf-Zaza rocks Dick-Dom's giant left and right.

The amplitude was felt to be large only when swayed to the right.

Dick-Dom's right hand is placed on his opponent's waistband, but I guess he's still not helping to control him.

With enough foresight of it, Graf-Zaza twisted himself violently.

With a twist, keep your left hand away from your opponent's belt and open your body. At the same time, Dick-Dom's right hand was to fall apart from his opponent's belt and lose his posture significantly.

At the same time, Graf-Zaza is sticking out his right leg. That's the prospect of mowing Dick-Dom's left leg.

Dick-Dom dropped his hips and managed to stay on the spot.

Without intermittent hair, Graph-Zaza exerts pressure from across.

Dick-Dom's legs remained trampled on the earth, and he was to raise a dust and build a train path.

Dick-Dom shakes his black-brown hair and puts his right arm up against his opponent's waist.

The finger tangled in the waist band, but when Graf-Zaza loosened his body funny, it just bounced off.

Graf-Zaza then pushes the spreading head of the red and black old wound into the opponent's chest and grabs the waist band with his left hand again.

Graf-Zaza had fallen back enough and was grabbing his waist belt disappointingly with both hands.

After all, Dick-Dom has a diagonally inclined body and his right hand is not reaching his opponent's waist. He was in an unstoppable position because his back had also fallen asleep.

Graf-Zaza's head compresses Dick-Dom's mandible with a mess.

Graph-Zaza scaffolded so as to explore which was more effective, whether it should be pushed down from the back as it was, or pulled down in front.

People are cheering for their throats.

I'm not putting my shoulder in an unfavourable Dick-Dom. Everyone seemed enthusiastic for that answer as to which was the true strong.

Graph-Zaza draws his opponent's body all the way.

Dick-Dom stepped on his balls and managed to endure.

Then this time, lift your weight forward.

In a nasty and painful posture on his back, Dick-Dom still stood still.

"Fine, Dick! Show the woods your power!

In a big cheer, Lem-Dom was screaming like that, too.

Morn-Rutim almost has a crying face and is fingertipped all the time.

I also shook my fists in both hands again and gazed at them to see the moment of settlement that I would already be visiting.

At that time, I = fa said, "Mm...?" I heard a faint whisper.

Dick-Dom is re-twitching as his body manages to face the front.

That, muscular uplifting right arm like Oyama, was aiming for a Graf-Zaza belt at the crawling speed of a snail.

Grabbing your hips with your right hand without a good grip doesn't seem to have a slight effect.

But Dick-Dom's black eyes were burning like flames. As long as you can grab that belt, you say the victory is your own - that's how you seem to be convinced.

At that time, Graph-Zaza moved a lot.

Again, he's gaining weight forward. It is a tremendous thrust, even though it does not have any help.

Dick-Dom was unreliable, but still managed to catch on.

And - so backwards, I was diligently putting my right arm up.

The arm finally reaches the waist band.

But Dick-Dom didn't try to grab his belt.

He twisted his wrist between his waistband and his leg coat.

At the next moment, Graph-Zaza's giant floated up fluttering.

Dick-Dom lifted the Graf-Zaza giant with one right arm.

I wouldn't have needed a grip because I have my wrist hooked to my waist band. But Dick-Dom couldn't even put his hips in that one because he was in a position with his back up. Dick-Dom lifted the Graf-Zaza giant just because of his upper body muscle strength.

Graf-Zaza let his legs swim like crazy, but Dick-Dom's giant is unshakeable.

That's how Dick-Dom twisted his body, slamming Graf-Zaza's body straight from his back to the ground.

Along with the awesome sound, the cheer explodes.

"It is the victory of Dom's parents! Fighting braves shall be Dom's parents!

Such a cheer echoed when Havilla's parents declared.

All the time here, the drums get beaten up too.

And - the momentum that also suppressed it burst the roar when the thunder rang.

Dick-Dom looked up to heaven and let down the roar of victory.

For a moment, the square was quiet.

Then a storm of cheer blew like a tsunami.

"What, no more... no matter how much, not too intentional?

From beyond the cheer, I hear Rem-Dom twinkle.

Lem-Dom had tears in his eyes as I looked back with my hands pounding.

Morn-Rutim is also laughing like a toddler, spilling clear tears.

I'm sure Dick-Dom didn't look like this every time either.

I guess he had that determination in his chest to let him win the throne of the brave, even though he was unwell with his right arm.

The look of Dick-Dom barking at heaven was like a young lion or something who had captured his first victory - even me, not a bloodline, was to be struck deeply in the chest.