Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

March 7, 5006, continental calendar.

The only day when the Nanbu Festival of the Fighting God, the biggest festival in the Fighting Capital Areutheras, would be the day when the entire Areutheras would be stained with fighting colors. To allow all inhabitants of Areutheras to concentrate on the Martial Arts Festival, the date was set as a festival and a general public holiday. Of course, not to mention one of the occupations you can't even rest on holiday, but one of them also rushes into a nearby arena for holiday time to taste the air of the Martial Arts Festival.

Fighting is everything in this city.

When it was established as the capital of Armador, the historical fact that it had already given its name as the fighting capital conveyed that the enthusiasm for the fighting of one living in the fighting capital had been cultivated for five hundred years. Perhaps a long time before the formation of the group of small nations, that is the thought that has been handed down with cotton from an era that has not remained as history.

Otherwise, it is difficult to imagine that all residents will accept the fight by the time it becomes part of their daily lives. Every inch of your body, that's probably why one of the Aleuteras can be enthusiastic about this festive noise because the heat to the martial arts that has been stained into the back of your blood has been handed down. And it must be for that reason that fighting can be a ritual of soul quenching.

With that in mind, Rem was looking down at the game venue in the circular arena with the thought of being half frightened and half overwhelmed. It was as if the enthusiastic cheer became the heat to awesome and swirled across the arena, shaking the match venue as well.

The audience seats at the Central Arena were full when the Lems were guided to the special viewing seats, until some of the special viewing seats were liberated for one of them who could not take their seats.

"Every year, but you're more enthusiastic than usual this year"

Desh-Bargayne, one of the Polar Rigors fighters and in the position of senior fighter, snapped as he looked down at the audience seats set in the circumference of the match venue. Last year, and two years ago, the Central Arena said it was so busy that it stood up. I can't even imagine Rem, an outsider of Areutheras, the thought of being sent to a martial arts club for solace and soul quenching, a ritual of devotion. but I found out from the enthusiasm to rock even the special audience that one of the Aleuteras might have been waiting for these days with thoughts of a thousand autumns.

Filling the audience is not just for young people. From children who are not even old enough to old people. Without gender differences, age-differences and irrelevant audiences can make you feel the weight of history that Aleuteras has built up as a struggle capital.

"You think your husband has something to do with this?

"I guess so. What do you mean you don't know the name of the black spear Setuna, but you're in a small group of continental nations?

"Is it..."

Rem tilted his little neck as he stared back at Desh's somewhere lacking carefree obsession. Then Desh looked more troubled.

"You must have been Lord Setuna's servant... don't you see?

"Even so, as far as I'm concerned, your husband is your master."

What Desh is trying to say, I don't know.

Rem also knows that the fame gained by Setuna's countless activities echoed into a small group of nations, and that the thunderbolt name Setuna the Black Spear struck. It's probably because Gibelle's Reaper unit recognized Setuna, and because of his activism, Craig Zem-Midnas moved. Then, I knew that Setuna, who had achieved many more battles and martial arts, was recognised and praised as a hero who was neither pushed nor pushed, but rather a chest-stretched one. However, it is the reality that evaluation within Gandhia was the criterion and that Setuna's reputation outside the country could not be known in much detail. I didn't know what was going to happen, and I didn't even want to know.

Same goes for Rem, but Setuna, the Lord of Rem, had an indifferent personality to the appreciation of others and had no care at all about how others valued themselves and what reputation they had. That could have been common not only to Rem, but also to many of those who were around Setuna. Not all of it is influenced by Setuna, but at least Rem is, perhaps, influenced by him.

"I'm not sure about that either. Reply...... okay. Lord Setsuna's thunder name used the Kruselk War as an opportunity to accelerate his journey through the small group of nations. Of course, the work leading up to the Kruselk war was amazing... but no one or he would have wanted to be flabbergasted if they had shown their work as unjust as a thousand demons. Our fighters, no matter what, even the general public has turned rumors of Lord Setsuna into liquor dishes."

Perhaps Desh said emotionally because he saw the person at the center of that topic and recognized him as actually a living person. Though it doesn't look like the wind he admires about Setuna, it must have just not shown up in his verbalism and attitude.

"Aleuteras here is a country that focuses on fighting. Fighting is when, in battle, you bump into each other's mind-movers and compete for which is better. It is only natural that one of the Aleutheras, born and raised with fighting and who puts fighting at the heart of his life, should be interested in the powerful outside the country."

"I see."

"Well, it even sounded like the mainland of the Empire. The Thunder Name of Lord Setuna"

"Really?

"Yeah, well. He seems to have been quite a celebrity among the armed summoners. It's just that when His Majesty returned home, we really talked about it."

Whatever His Majesty's name is Jade-Mesa, it's about Niewe. Setuna-like figures, who named themselves Niewe Raam-Alsur, say they now reign as Niewehain Ragnas-Zaion, Emperor of the Western Zaion Empire, and are committed to the stability of the imperial territory.

Neewe and Setuna have wagered death on each other's entire existence, with Setuna winning as a result. At that time, Setuna did not take Neewe's life. Rem doesn't know if that led to a high rating for Setsuna in Neewe. In the first place, Rem doesn't really know what Neewe is like. I know it stays exactly like Setsuna, and I heard a lot of bragging from Nina, but I didn't meet with the actual Niewe in person. I can't even guess how Niewe felt about Setuna and how she spoke. What has not been done badly is obvious if you look at Nina, Lancelot and Rigford's attitude towards Setuna.

"Lord Setsuna's martial arts resonated not only in small groups of nations, but throughout the continent."

"Your husband's... Wuyong"

"Unbelievable?

"No, because your husband's splendor is best known to me, my servant."

Rem smiled, staring into Jade's eyes. Jade grabs his butt for some reason and shifts his gaze to Desh. The senior fighter was peeking into the game venue through a glazed window on one side. Rem also approached the window and looked over at the arena that stretched under his eyes. Fighters wearing flashy weapons and protective gear at the center of the central arena filled with countless spectators, the match venue surrounded by circular walls, were advancing in solemn footsteps. There is no such thing as Setsuna in it.

At the head of the fighters was Warren-Roon, one of the finest fighters, whose brilliant armor surrounded him was much more prominent than the others. The same goes for the other fighters, but wearing a flashy outfit seemed like a consideration to make it easy for the audience to understand. Desh likes that, Rem is honestly impressed. Fighting is not just a battle that bets the pride and defeat of the fighters, it's an entertainment that is putting the audience in. It would be natural to be aware of the audience's eyes.

When the top fighter put the golden axe spear in his hand, screaming for something, the general public filled the audience seat in the central arena reacted in unison. A fierce reaction to the earth shaking. It was enough that the special audience seats on the third floor rocked violently and the audience seats were struck by anxiety about whether they would not collapse. Most importantly, based on Desh's condition, this degree of shaking seems to be familiar, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"This is the opening declaration of the Soul Rite by Captain Warren."

"That's right. This is a good place to watch the fight, but it's just a little inappropriate to get a taste of the air in the arena."

"Sure. I can't hear you, you're a little short."

Jade nods to Rem's opinion.

Desh glanced at this one and glanced back at the game venue again.

"If you don't mind getting caught up in an audience rampage that's fanatical about fighting, let me get you a seat now, though?

"No, you don't have to do that. It's a hassle, and it's all too unreasonable to ask this full guest to leave for us."

"... then I want you to be patient here"

"Patience, etc. I am satisfied with twelve. Hey, Master Jade?

"Oh, oh, yes, it is. Very satisfied!

Lem grinned, looking sideways at Jade, who showed a temperamental reaction to something.

At the match venue, another armed fighter was showing up as the Warren-led Polar Strugglers executives pulled up.

"That's a referee fighter."

Desh whispered.