Noisy.
Crowd.
Laughter and customer service.
"... ooh"
To the sight in my eyes, En, who is holding hands with me, leaks a small, admiring voice as he circles his eyes.
"Heh, it's definitely a festival."
With the enthusiasm and vibrancy I feel from my surroundings, I squeal like I feel good.
- Five days early from the day the Demon King told me to go to the martial arts tournament.
When we were ready, we came near the arena where the fight would take place.
The powerful voice of the shopkeeper who opens the store on the left and right side of the road hiccups to and from people who just fill the road.
When you look at him, everyone else has a smile and an exciting look on his face, and you can see how the whole Wang capital is very lively.
For a few days now, I've been feeling the city get a little noisy, but this is amazing today.
I thought the demon world was in a pretty tingly situation right now... you still mean apart from festivals?
With this world with extremely little entertainment, I guess the few events that allow you to breathe these days are very important.
"? In that way, has Yuki ever participated in such a massive ceremony?
"Hmm? Ah, ah. Well, sort of."
I smile bitterly and say that to delude myself, and then I turn my face to Hood and Haloria, who were following me as our caretaker.
"So, hoo...... Haloria, what am I supposed to do first?
"First, Lord Yuki will be asked to complete the reception of his appearance at the entrance to the arena. I'm sorry to hear that afterwards, but you will follow the instructions of the operating staff as we also have no room to intervene to make a completely random decision about which game you will be in"
"Yeah... Was qualifying in Battle Royale format?
"Yes, roughly fifty or so people will fight in unison and elect the last three remaining top players. Well, if you are, you can afford this."
Yes, yes, I'll do whatever I can.
"And there are a few of our handlers diving in among the operating staff as well, so ring the bell I gave you if you have any requirements. Someone inside of us will be rushing right away."
"Oh, that bell that doesn't ring"
It looks like a magic guide that emits a certain wavelength of magic around it, and I got it before it came out of a bell that doesn't ring a sound when I waved it.
The same goes for the disguise ring I'm putting in my finger right now, but only the faction that stands at the top of the boulder demon world, with all kinds of funny monsters.
- A few minutes to go down the boulevard while we have that conversation.
We get to the big circular building - right in front of the arena.
As for the feeling...... is the baseball dome close?
There's a lot of hustle and bustle around here, people are crowded, and I'm guessing you're a contestant, just like me, and you can see quite a few armed people lined up at the front entrance.
It's a slightly surreal sight to see armed groups lined up in discipline.
... Nevertheless, I don't know what to say, here... that's a lot of weird gear guys.
What is it, then? Is that a sharp needle in the twig?
Some of you have a weapon that hammers the opposite part of the sickle pattern.
Other than that, it is a very chaotic place because each of the guys with all kinds of appearances is wearing special weapons and protective equipment. A trade fair for weapons, or here.
... No, well, I'm also using a pretty blade crossing machete as my main weapon, and I don't know much about people.
"- Hey, yeah, you should be in disguise by now before you accept. Leila, I'm sorry to leave you alone. If you feel unwell, use the guy you gave me before to return to the dungeon immediately."
"Yes, I'm in awe -"
I can't be with you after the disguise, so when I say that with a little cloudiness about the necklace, which is the return device to the dungeon, I immediately understand the intent and snort at Leila.
"Haloria, I'll take care of Leila. It's kind of like a celebrity, Leila, and I'm asking you not to lean on weird bugs."
"Ha, I'll take care of it. Even if you gamble with me, I will protect you."
No, if that's an emergency, Leila will run away, so you too.
- Then, Lord Yuki, this way.
Hood then prompted me to go into the shadows of nobody with only En and use the map and 'Sovereign' skills to see what's going on around me.
Eventually I made sure no one was watching this one, and I magically changed the hair color and eye color to silver on the ring, and took the sole - white mask out of the item box.
This mask is very different in design from the one previously used in Wangdu.
If the previous one is on the clown side, this is... arr. Close to the mask that the black reaper was wearing, with the ability to manipulate the current freely.
Oh, I don't have a lightning tattoo running in my eye.
It's just, well, I felt a little horror flavored because it kind of became a largely inorganic facial mask, so there's a star-shaped, processed gem embedded around the bottom of the eye end of the left eye as a decoration.
The jewel, when I told the king of the demon kingdom, gave me a pong. Are you still rich?
This is also made from weapon smelting, but the element as a weapon is' boomerang '.
Well, throwing and not coming home is so bad as a boomerang performance, but since you probably never actually throw it, it's not a problem at all.
By the way, I didn't make a version of the mask with an empty mouth. It's not like I have to wear a mask all the time this time, so it doesn't matter.
"All right, that's it. - I'm sorry, En. The festival is over, but I'll definitely take you there in the evening."
"... okay. Anywhere with the Lord."
A kimono girl who says such a pleasure with a slightly shy look on her usual faceless face.
Ku...... what a cute guy.
Will there be two such lovely creatures in this world? No, I don't. Counterwords.
I stroke her head and hang my words with a grin seeping into her expression.
"Thanks, En. If I had En with me, I'd be happy anywhere. - Then will you go back to your weapons for a while?
"... n"
Small she nodded, lightly touching En's body I offered in front of her - the sin - and disappeared from the spot as if it were a fusion.
After I confirm that she has returned to the weapon, I relieve myself of my guilt and exhale hu, hu, and small.
"Well, then - do you want to do it together"
"Good morning. You're an athlete. Please post your registration card."
At the front entrance of the arena, I hand over the card player's registration card taken out of my pocket to the Devil's receptionist who grew horns and tails.
"Let me confirm. - Master Yupsilon, right? I'm from Rage Giheg here, and the weapon used is the Great Sword... that's what you're in charge of. … oh wow, are you competing in this martial arts tournament on the king's recommendation"
I snort at her words.
Yupsilon, of course, is my pseudonym.
The origins are plainly understandable, having just brought the German word 'Y (yupsilon)' as it is.
"Huff, we look forward to working with you. - Now, can you use magic on your registration card to verify your identity?"
She gave me my registration card back, and I poured magic into the sole like I was told, and I let it glow small to show that it was me.
Still, you've been pretty sure who you are.
Blah, blah, blah. I was wondering if it was a more troublesome management system, with athlete turnover or something normal... but if it looked like this, it wouldn't even be like that.
Even so, when registering the player itself, there seems to be a lot to be able to do. Actually, I'm from a fake name, too.
Well, it's about that king, so maybe he's got some hands on that kind of fake registration.
Be careful. He seemed pretty confident when he came to teach me the athletes, and he must have used some means to corroborate them.
"- Yes, thank you. I also got confirmation on the roster. Now take this number tag."
That's what she said and was given to her, a single square tree stick with the number '113'.
As for the size, is it a little bigger than lip cream?
"We ask that you never lose it during the tournament now, as it is the call number of Master Yupsilon when you play the game. With regard to the athlete holding room, there is an attendant from that street to the back, so follow the instructions of that person. - Then, Master Yupsilon, have a good fight!
With her small head down, I lifted Hilary's hand to thank her, and then I finally went from the crowded front entrance into the arena to the off aisle taught by the receptionist, unlike the road to the audience.
You finally got out of the crowd.
Going a little further down the road as it was, the attendant old man waiting ahead asked me if I was an athlete, so I nodded and showed him my registration card.
"All the rooms ahead of you from here are pantry rooms, so get in wherever you want. But I can't go in front of the door where the 'full' bill is hung in red lettering, so please go somewhere else."
Aren't we splitting the compartments for each player in particular?
Well, the first qualifying round is Battle Royale's, they say, a game for a complete loss of numbers, so I guess so.
After breaking up with the clerk's old man, he's going down the aisle inside the arena again, and the reading comes from Bosori and En.
'... interesting'
"Haha, this is the first time En's been here like this"
"...... n"
"It'll probably be funnier when we get out on the field. Well, it stinks of blood, so I don't care if they're too amused."
Bringing kids to places like this would definitely be bad for education... but En is a weapon.
A little troubling, but with a past of the Devil of the Curse Sword era, she is well aware of the fear of 'power'.
Then it would be better for her to gain all sorts of experience in this way.
"... En only wields his power when he is with the Lord"
"Oh, thanks for everything. I'm counting on you."
Eventually, when I arrived in front of one of the empty holding rooms, I opened the door and entered it.
- Moments, piercing here, numerous gazes.
Some stare at this one to shoot him, some look at this one with interest, and some observe the enemies who come in, whilst diminishing their presence as much as they can to avoid being distracted by the surroundings.
Ahhh... good vibe.
If he's been in some kind of game, he probably knows.
This, before the battle begins, the enthusiasm and struggle that each generates.
An exhilarating feeling that surrounds the whole room.
- I knew this type of festival should happen.
I accidentally laughed heavily at the edge of my mouth under the mask, slowly sending my gaze to the left and right to provoke the gathering gaze, then proceeded inside the wide holding room there and lowered my back to where it was empty.