A beautiful 16-year-old girl walks past the second floor of the gambling den with a group of armored samurai behind her. Back then, the left stage was filled with challengers aiming to advance to the right stage.
Crack! Upon hearing the sound, the blue-eyed maiden turns to look at the side with a curious apprehension.
"I might have failed to be a Tama-Artist, but that man was strong. How could he have lost?"
The men around here looked at each other, asking who could answer her. With her position, it was hard for anyone to talk with her. After a time, a muscular man leaned to her ear, answering in a hashed voice:
"Mikino-sama, you might not know since this place has been recently gifted to you, but some of the weapons are out of shape."
The girl flinched, her eyes wide, opening.
"What?!"
