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October 23rd, Demethe Day.

The quinquennial Kingdom One Martial Arts Association is about to begin. The real thing for me is tomorrow, but let's really do our best today.

Encouraged by everyone in the Zematis family, Alec and Coe, as well as Sister Charlotte, board the carriage to the venue. It's still crowded. Glad you got out early.

"Curse, you're amazing at magic, but how about a sword? Are you confident?

You may be worried about your sister. The last time we went endlessly together, we only did children's auditions outside. You can't help questioning my prowess then.

"Of course not. There's no way you can have confidence if you're looking at someone like a sword ghost. But my gear is quite irregular. [M] I think we can get to a good place.

Yes, this tournament is free of weapons and protective equipment. Anything is still ants. Strength, including that much. It was an amazing armor game in the Reichsfuhrer.

"Your Majesty will see it, so don't imitate it like nothing else!

Oh, the Tensei match? Don't burn that.

"What do you mean, His Royal Highness Prince Wang?

"Yeah, probably.

Then I wonder if Brother Urien will come too. It's burning more and more. I need to show you a good place.

Finally arrived. Will you go inside through the entrance to match the number tag given to you at reception?

"Then you're coming.

Coe keeps it with Alec. I asked for Alec, Coe. "Puypuy."

"I hope so.

"Show me something cool, as usual.

That's what Alec told me and gave me a mouthful. Slightly deep to do in public. But I'm glad!

Steed, you and Eileen should be in on this, but you won't be able to find it with this number of people. Remove the custom-built collar and replace it with the collar of the normal captive slave. There's very little load on this, because you can defend your neck tightly on top. Wear a Southern Domizucci Borsalino-style medium fold hat on the head and also wear gloves. Now the skin exposed is about the face. Full plate armor-like, no, it would be more armor than that.

"Hey, how long has this been a dance venue? You think you can win with such a charming outfit, huh?

"You're a poor man who can't even buy crazy armor, huh?

"And you've made up your mind? What am I mistaken about?

Is that it? I think I've been told this before. History repeats itself, doesn't it? I did paralyze him then because he was touched on the shoulder. This time...

"Hey, this guy's freaking out, huh?

"You don't have to be so freaked out, or I'm gonna be nice to you, okay?

Or should I go home? That's safer, isn't it?

"Paralysis."

I didn't seem to have any art, but I used the same hand. Whatever the rules are in the first place, Ali. Blackmail, hostages and ants would be ants in the dark. Let's keep our automatic defenses tight, except I'm in the game too.

"Be silent! From now on His Majesty the King will come in. Please stand up and wait with your hat off.

"His Majesty King Glenwood Crimson Roland of the Kingdom of Roland, descend!

VIP seats at the Coliseum. Something comes down from above it. Is that a bird? Is that Cocatrice? No, it's a dragon!

Whether there are hundreds of mails with spreading wings, a giant blue-purple dragon slowly descends. One person flew from the back of that dragon to the VIP table, that's the king...

'Easy, everyone. I was looking forward to seeing the kids healthy on a good day today for the rest. By the way, how about a performance that appears from the air with a dragon? Would you have been surprised? It's the king's job to entertain everyone, and the winner can ride the rest of the dragon, right? I look forward to your struggle.

Heavy, dignified voice. Exchange humor and entertainment in it. I didn't expect to grasp the hearts of the people. Exactly. The royalty is nothing like those nobles there. Besides, I can't believe I could summon a dragon... I can tell it's a summoner because once the king gets down, the dragon has disappeared all the time.

Only then did the venue become a whirlpool of applause. This applause with all that greeting. That's the king...

"I, Belinda Mackenlord, the number one receptionist in the Wang Du Adventurers Guild, will be responsible for today's MC progression."

"And the commentary is on this one, the longing of female adventurers throughout the King's capital! Spears of the breaking pole stream that created the miniskirt epidemic! The winner last time, the fourth-star Velvetta de Ichabre!

'Thank you, gentlemen. It's the Velveta de Ichabre, which I expect very much this time, as it looks like the level of the kids is rising with every repetition. I want you to show me the attitude of winning with any hand.

Oh, that mini skirt spear guy who said he injured Dr. Fernando with his hand! That's interesting!

'Well, then we will have a first round. If you are from the first to the twentieth number tag, go to the most martial stage. If you are from 21 to 40, please move to Wu Stage 2............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

They put together twenty men at a time to play the game. There's about a thousand people in all of them. Fifty games in just one match at this pace... there are four sides of the martial arts stage, so as enough for one game... less than two hours? That's just a long wait...

My number tag is three hundred and sixty-one. Isn't it cold?

"If you want to go from number tag 361 to 380, please go up to stage 2.

It's finally time.

The other participants are mostly swords and spears. There is no wooden knife like me. The blade is also an ant. Exactly. I don't have a full plate, but I wear metal or leather armor. There is no such thing as stylish as me again.

"The Second Martial Stage, Begin!

Defense takes precedence over attack in a riot like this. Quickly pull over to the edge and make sure the attack from behind doesn't come. Remarkable I thought I'd be targeted, but surprisingly not so. Five left early. I'm intact, by the way. Do you think it's okay to stay behind because you seem weak? Grow up till the end.

One person left, it's finally one-on-one. I'm sorry, it's over. Finished with a light tiger thoroughfare and torso. It's been easier since the first round. You were twisted.

Then I was boggling, and all the games in the first round were over. Then there.

"Mr. Curse, I've been watching. That was a sharp blow!

"Thanks! I knew you'd made it through the first round, Steed, didn't you?

"Something. We need to keep our heads tight because we're going to be real.

"We will play World War II. Number tags 15, 23, 45, 62..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Oh, you're coming because you called.

"Good luck!

Steed, are you number one hundred and six? You did the reception at the same time, but you're quite different. There's going to be time, Steed. Let's see your fight.

Fifty-two people have won World War II. That's how we fight one-on-one from here. So always this guy is just a bunch of bitchy guys who don't look like fifteen. Steed, you're taller too, but you're the one who's losing at body thickness. I mean, if I were you, I'd go in pretty small. Even though it's a standard shape...

Thinking about that, Steed. Your game is just about over. I knew you were strong, Steed...

"Number tag three hundred and sixty one, three hundred and eighty-five............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Oops. Called.

Well, the opponent... Wow.

I've seen that weapon before, it's definitely Halvard, isn't it? Plus, he's stiffening his torso with armor that looks sturdy, and a helmet that looks bad in sight, his hands and legs, and armor that looks light besides his knees and elbows.

"Begin!"

He comes in suddenly. I turn my back on my opponent and run. The martial arts stage is huge, so you can easily take a distance. Such a heavy weapon, can you catch up to me with armor?

Enough from the start. It looks like it's already butted. Sometimes, call me! Or you're running away! What a voice to hear, but ignore. We have a long way to go, so we have to make it a little easier to win.

Another five minutes. The other person's leg stopped. It just doesn't sit around, but it looks like a butterfly. It is common practice here to try to strike back unexpectedly when approaching a detour. Let's be careful.

Approaching Stasta from the front, the opponent places Halvard on the upper level. When I leave, I unload. I repeat. Gradually, his arms seemed to have stopped rising, and Halvard's stone poking kept him from leaving the martial arts stage. It's not sloppy.

That would be just enough. Turn around behind with Stasta and your opponent turns this way too. But you don't come near me. Gradually pack the distance as you continue to glue around, suddenly dashing in the opposite direction. Me filling my ass with distance with a panicking opponent. Tiger Toru plunges into his flank before shaking up Halvard. The armor snapped into the shape of a tiger thoroughfare, and the opponent fell. Easy win again.

Steed, you were winning, but what about Eileen?

"The Second World War is all over. We'll take a lunch break before we start the third round."

Well, noon. I wonder what I'll eat. I wonder where Alec and the others are?

"Mr. Curse, let me see. That was a brilliant brainstorm.

"Oh Eileen. You broke through World War II, didn't you? It's more lunch than that, but how about you join Alec and the others?

"I'm sorry, my aunt is calling me. But I'd love to have dinner with you.

"Yeah, I'll see you later.

According to Alec, Eileen was getting stronger again after her summer vacation. You can't be alarmed.