Different Worlds Finance - The Thing That If a Cass Teacher Who Doesn't Want To Work Starts Lending Gold In Different Worlds, He's Gonna Be Unique

Weekend in early November, Demethe Day.

Today there will be a children's militant party in the territorial capital hosted by Damien. And you think it's a tag match this time? I can be a little excited about what the rules are.

Me and Alec, Coe. And Merlin and Lilith came all the way to the Coliseum by carriage.

"Then you look forward to your husband's bravery!

"Take care.

"Puypuy."

"I'm coming.

"You're coming.

That's just too many people. It's all crowded out because it came a little late. We talked about getting about 5,000 people in here.

Arrive at the reception somehow. The rules are sticking out. Let's read it carefully.

"Outline of the Kids' Martial Arts Association in the Territory

Day 1

-Two to two tag matches

-If one of them is incapable of combat, surrenders, or falls off site, he loses.

· It is forbidden to float or fly in "floating" or "wind manipulation"

Protective equipment is limited to items designated by the Games

· Can be lent to those who are not prepared

· No recovery due to potion or magic

What did you say?

"Did Alec know? He's in uniform.

"Yeah, I was listening. It's a shame I can't wear the dragon gear Curse made for me because of it.

"Tell me, too.

"I'm sorry. Because Damien tells Curse to keep it to himself.

"That bastard...... okay. Shall I accept it?

"Yeah."

Apparently we don't need to do a reception in pairs. What's gonna happen to my pair?

Fill out the application form and pay one gold coin for your participation fee. And I can do the contract magic of following the rules.

"Then change your clothes here"

It was the hemp clothes that were given to me without any weird philosophy. Thinner than endless road clothes. Well, fine. Even though each school uniform is ok.

Now, participants continue to gather around the martial arts stage inside the Coliseum. Was it about 300 last time? They're going to be a lot more this time.

'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Koshi Kids' Martial Arts Association today. I am Marianne, the floral receptionist for the Guild of Black Lilies in the Territorial Capital, who will be in charge of today's reality and progress. I would now like to greet the organizer, Damien de Frantier.

I hear voices, but I don't see them. Sound magic or some kind of magic trick.

"Bastards, you've come a lot this time. What you guys want is money? Is that our sister? Or both? There are five thousand inhabitants gathered here. You're free to expose yourselves to greed and show them where they beat you in style. Go win while you talk to the rest of your life! I expect an interesting battle.

Even though it's a greeting like I heard somewhere, the venue is probably buzzing.

'Next, I greet you from Dear Satura de Frantia.

'Good morning, everyone in the territorial capital. Tomorrow's prize is Satura. My brother Damien was worried about the prize this time, so I ran for it. Because I don't have a fiancée. I'd like a strong man anyway. Tomorrow's winner is likely to be my fiancée. I'm looking forward to it.

I wonder if you call it a voice like you rang a bell. He had a lovely voice. Not only is it flying from applause to enthusiastic cheer from some men?

'Then we will begin the first round! From the best to the fortieth, go to the first martial arts stage! Forty-one to eighty to the Second Martial Arts Stage! from eighty-first................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

This time, the martial arts stage is slightly narrow. It does seem detrimental to the wizard. I moved to the Fourth Martial Arts Stage because I am one hundred and twenty-one. I'm the only one without a pair, okay?

"Come on, you bastards! I'm announcing special rules here! As you know, the Demon King Curse is in this tournament! If we do this right, no one's gonna win! Then you're not stuffed!? I'll put my handles on there! The pair of curses is this me! That doesn't mean we're gonna fight! I'm just standing in the middle of a martial arts stage! Put some apple fruit on your head!

What do you mean? So you're saying Damien's gonna make an appearance? Besides, I fight while protecting Damien? That's a big handful.

"I mean, Curse's opponent won even if he dropped apple fruit from my head! Whoever wants to fuck Curse without a handful, let him go! Let's start the first round!

Suddenly my turn came. Two opponents, of course. Damien came too.

"That's why. Hang in there.

"Not at all. You're a guy. Don't drop the apple fruit.

And the game started.

"Ice Wall"

After trying to keep no one close to Damien...

Windballs.

Windballs.

We both dropped them off the premises. Ice wall release.

"Hey Curse. Isn't it cold? Do something about it.

"Be patient for about five seconds.

Damn, that and the luxurious guy. I had no choice but to put up a 'Wind Wall' in World War II. That's a warm wind version, too.

"Oh, Curse. I guess I can do that. It was comfortable.

"Good for you. Don't let the apple fall out of its fruit.

"Hit me.

Okay, WW3. If there is no reality, it will go light. An opponent I remember seeing somewhere...

"Hey Demon King, long time no see.

"Long time no see. Remember me?

One is Alec and his classmate's facial muscle Dharma, right? The other one should have been a senior in magic school...

"Hi, it's been a while.

"Curse, I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing?

Damien, shut up. Well, I'm pretty sure I was born in magic school. Let's not be alarmed.

Finished. Poor thing, but apparently the difference in strength was open. The fourth martial arts stage, which had 40 sets, also had five sets of the rest. How are we gonna play this game?