Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

- That's how it is.

An open square leads to the 'Garden of the Infinite', which grew black right next door.

The attendant confirmed the assembly of one hundred and eighty-nine participants - all of them.

…………

Liquid protection looks around.

Whether you look to the right or the left, all the warriors in the atmosphere who don't seem to be in a glimmer. Some men are proud of their strength to see, while others are slightly lightly dressed youngsters. Very few, but women were also seen.

In this - there must be demon fighter Maygus, Enrokak, Digos, and Dino.

Especially Enrokak and others, giants who are likely to have an estimated two hundred and sixty centimeters. I thought I would see it wherever I was, but many of them were no better than beaten and had big upper backs, and I could not confirm their appearance. It is likely to be buried along with, among other things, particularly low drift protection in this world.

One old man took the stage to the stage installed in the front. Seems pretty old, but the footprint is solid, and the face covered in silver long hair and jawbeard is tough.

(Sounds like you're in some kind of gay grandpa character)

To the impression that came to mind, Lifeguard nods with self-admiration, yeah.

At the same time, the big men dressed in pure white ethnic costumes appeared continuously, trying to follow the old man. Somewhere, the appearance is similar. They did not take the stage and waited to consolidate the sides of the stage. I wonder if it's an escort or something.

Looking over with less than two hundred warriors gathered, the old man nods contentedly. Smooth work spun the technique and activated the technique of communication.

'Well done, brave warriors. I am Tyzene Bal, one Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom "Millennium Parliament". It is primarily responsible for the military and defence of the country. The referees and the regular ones will know, but keep an eye on them. Now, as soon as possible, let me give you an overview of the Heavenly Bombay Feast and its provisions. Most importantly, you will receive a form with details when registering to participate, so please confirm. "

The time limit is seven hours. Starts at 10 a.m. and ends at 5 p.m.

After the opening ceremony, one hundred and eighty-nine of the participants will be scattered simultaneously to the "Garden of the Infinity" using twenty minutes. For the last twenty minutes, acts of violence are forbidden. It is advisable to have time for careful preparation, such as understanding the terrain, pioneering points suitable for hiding or ambushing, or leaving the opponent who does not want to fight.

If more than one person was surviving at the time of the 5pm, no winner. Other rewards, such as the Bravery Award, are also invalid. The heavenly banquet will end as it is.

"Most of all... I've never had a white ending like that before."

Ni laughs as Tyzen challenges.

(I guess so......)

Looking sideways at the warriors around him, Lifeguard scratches his head.

A bunch of fierce men gathered to earn breaking rewards. It's like hungry beasts, so to speak, devouring each other's meat. It can't even be such a warm result.

This struggle, in which the participants will crush each other one after the other, naturally becomes difficult to encounter with the enemy as the remaining numbers become smaller. Time runs out while we're looking for each other, then we're not too excited.

So who started it, there was an act called 'Launch Fire'. Launch the spell over the sky and let them know where you are. Thus the warriors meet with certainty and are narrowed down until they become one of the last.

Naturally, the shield cannot release 'launch fire', so we have to go where someone raised it.

"Next, let's discuss the prohibition."

It is a heavenly banquet that the dead sometimes remain out, but in principle it is forbidden to kill the opponent. If it is malicious, it will be disqualified.

"Hi, hi, can I ask you a question?"

Suddenly, another communication broke in.

Far ahead of the drift guards, in the crowd, there was a man waving his outstretched hand.

Full body, in a black monochromatic robe.

The man is not the only one. Around, there are crowds of people dressed alike.

Lifeguard looked out for him.

That's...

"Mm. Have you noticed, Lord Lugo?... they're the magician Maygus."

The neighbouring gonder sends a sharp gaze.

Yes. I have a question, etc., and I'm waving my hand around - it was a man I met all over the city yesterday named Barbadorf, the magician "Maygas".

It's like a bat, a bunch of pitch-black. Who should clear Myol's mindless mind.

And next to that Barbados. A man with thin, upside-down dark hair. The man, who looks as if he is a fool, is scratching his head boringly.

"It matches the look you hear of rumors. Definitely. This is Dj Foul, the leader of Magician Maygus."

――――

Reflux shielding desperately suppresses the emotions that are still about to jump. Like drinking up the nausea that has risen.

Dj Foul.

I heard it was mainly this man who committed the assault on Myol. We should defeat him - he can stare at the enemy to be fought against.

This bunch of demon warriors called "Maygas". I don't know if it's a brotherhood, but is it a national pattern of origin? Somewhere, everyone looks alike. Among them, the drifting shield burned to the retina the face of a man who could be described as vicious - evil.

(This guy... I need Myol...)

- I'll bust you.

Such exodus anger, the exchange proceeds.

'Um, a question? What is it?

I said, "No killing." Well, we can do whatever we can over here, right? But there's something unforeseen in the world, isn't there? The target is too weak to kill - what if? Is that disqualified, too?

Same attitude that licked people.

But Tyzen on the stage laughs huffily at such Barbadorf.

"You're a good man, young man. As I said earlier... I'm tired of banning" as a rule ". How many minutes, the event takes place in the vast" garden of the infinite ". As I will explain later, there are black water mirrors and white clothes that I still can't grasp... something can happen."

I mean, yeah. The grin of an old man standing on sandalwood increases his awesomeness.

Some say, 'Undiscoverable squid sama is not squid sama. As far as we don't know, do as you please.'

Huh, and Barbadorf whistle.

Those who were slightly obsessed with the words of Tyzen, who were too magnificent, were also seen. But it's not surprising what the old man said. I said, "I have to," but it was a bloodthirsty hustle and bustle.

It was a first appearance, but it didn't surprise me otherwise.

In addition to as much as 10 million escs, the broken procedure of letting you get the reward you want. Even life is a light world. Before a non-standard reward, it would be stranger not to be an exchange between living or dying.

'... oops. I wish you hadn't answered the key question. If, to the best of our knowledge, we kill the other person...'

Tyzen, who cut off his words, softly raises his right hand.

To respond. The white-coated men waiting by the stage quickly rushed up to sandalwood. Twenty in total. Arrange ten men left and right of Tyzen.

Are you conscious and aligned, all refreshing kid heads. The physique is pretty much the same. Less than two metres long, with a disappointing body. Looking at it from the sensibilities of drift protection, it seems like the Mongolian tribe is wearing it, the ethnic costume characteristic of the refe that is about to be seen. Its color is dazzling pure white. The way he set his posture right and lined up side-by-side was also like a group of strictly trained monks.

"These people are called white clothes. Helping the Heavenly Bombardment Banquet progresses behind... You're like a black child in a play, so to speak. These white clothes will also enter the" Forest of the Infinite ", each carrying out chores such as the transport of the losers. As a general rule, we can't help participants in the competition, but if you need anything, you can talk to these people. '

Here, at the same time, a description of the black water mirror was given.

Around the woods, a mirror is set up with the power of Zeilin Yuente, the "fierce one", through which the spectators are provided with a view of the struggle.

The white clothes also possess mirrors individually, and it seems that they sometimes relay the state of the battle.

By the way, she's not among the contestants this time, so it's not a problem, but she said she's forbidden to wear white based clothes to avoid confusion with white clothes. If you were there, they would purposefully lend you a chic shade of cloak on the host side. Then I have to re-attach the talisman "Rune", so the chanter "Mage" is difficult, and I think the exile guard is like other personnel.

'Let's get back to it - if death is confirmed by white clothes or black water mirrors, the circumstances on the spot will make the decision. The ruling on white clothes and operations is absolute. Have them obey.'

'I mean, what happens if you kill someone... depending on how those white boys and you feel?

to the words of Barbadorf,

"That's what happens when you tell the entity."

Tyzene nods.

'-But this is a traditional martial arts festival to determine the truly strong. Under no circumstance can their white clothes misread the essence. Fight with confidence. "

The old man on sandalwood tied that way with a thick grin.

'Continuing on the prohibition, it is naturally unacceptable to attack white clothes and blackwater mirrors. Be aware that you may be subject to disqualification'

If the prohibition is broken, it will not be disqualified immediately, but judgment will be made according to the circumstances. Will it inevitably be recognized, or will it be unfavourable to the prize with strict caution, or will it be disqualified again? Around it seems to depend on white clothes and the extraction of officers from the headquarters seat.

This may not be a glimmer, he thought, like other personnel.

Some will lurk in the grass and in the shadows of trees, and try to hide and target their enemies. But if he mistook it for an enemy and attacked his white clothes there, he might be disqualified. Even if not, it definitely sounds like an individual award or something. Are the opponents there enemies or not in the woods where they entered? Judgment in identifying such parts was also likely to be required.

I just simply can't afford or progressively attack everyone around me as an enemy.

I guess it's easier for them in "White Clothes" to distinguish themselves in the woods as judges and to prevent "accidental explosions", both because they are gloriously dressed in pure white clothes and because they are equipped with similar people up to their hairstyles and physique.

Otherwise, Tyzene added, it is also forbidden in principle to attack the target against whom the defeat has been decided.

From what I've heard so far, this' as a rule 'is the crook. There is no firm right answer, and it will be left to the discretion of the judges.

"… and it is this that will be an element in understanding the state of the participants in the woods and in determining victory and defeat"

White clothes standing next to Tyzen took it out and put it up for everyone to see.

"I'll distribute it later, have this ring worn"

Speaking of rings, that sounds good. But by the size of it, it's...

"Ouioi, you want me to be a dog?

Barbados' wild streets. That was a collar.

It's not just like a disappointing restraint, it's a thin stringy wheel.

(Well, it doesn't even look fashionable)

I knew it because it was also written on pre-distributed paper, but it wasn't more like a collar than I thought, so the drift protection strokes my chest down a little.

"Each ring is stamped with a number. For example, this is inscribed" 145 "- '

Following Tyzen's gaze, white clothes wore rings around his own neck.

Then shortly afterwards, the collar begins to shed light. This was followed by a clear rise of 145 numbers in the corner of the giant black water mirror behind the stage.

"In this way, let us manage the participants and see if they are alive or not. The mirror installed in the audience will also display the name of the wearer in addition to the number."

(Wow... that's an electro-optical bulletin board that interacts with the sensors...)

Stream protection was once again plucked out of the liver by Oracle, a divine chant that achieves a mechanism no less than modern technology on Earth.

"Originally on the battlefield, it was a shift in technology that was used to sort out potential wounded soldiers as soon as possible. The material is also stiff and won't break due to a few things. In time, the technique of protection is also braided. It serves as a powerful defense against a blow to the neck."

The technique of identification was also structured, demonstrating that others would not pull it off, and vice versa, if the person pulled it off easily.

If you surrender and admit to losing, it would appear that if you remove your own collar, it will be a sign of intent.

"If it is determined that the battle cannot continue, the ring is coming off naturally. - Thus. '

It was tremendous speed.

Tyzen's unleashed knife is tapped into the neck of a white garment with a collar attached.

The man in white clothes, supposed to be bent, leaned and collapsed like a thread had broken - his large body supported with one hand by Tyzene. The ring that was wrapped around the neck of the white clothes loses light and falls sharply as a single string.

The 145 letters that appeared in the black water mirror behind him then disappeared.

'If this happens, you lose. falling off.'

Two other white clothes carry an unconscious big man.

'Of course you lose consciousness... the ring is starting to come off even if life-threatening wear is confirmed. Don't assume that if you take the deep hand and the person is still going to be able to fight, but if the ring comes off, it will be until then...'

So a voice flew from among the warriors.

'Oh, come on, are you okay? Can you trust me? This one's paying high money to join us, we can still do it, but the collar came off on its own and we lost, what a shame, huh?

Now it's not Barbados. He is one of the participants in the traveling chanter Magee.

Hearing the words, Tyzene on sandalwood shows her ni and white teeth. I said with only two fingers of my right hand up so that I could also sign the piece.

"On average, twenty."

'Huh?'

"The number of people who remove the ring themselves at the Heavenly Banquet. That is, the number of those who lose their will on the way, admit defeat from themselves, and fall off. Every time, there will always be around twenty people out '

fingers to the temples deliberately evocative,

'It's just a story I've heard too... was that the last time? He tried to surrender, but he crushed all his fingers, and some of them kept getting stuck with him even though he couldn't take the ring off.'

Tyzen shrugged like a crook.

"The ring is cruel, isn't it? When you break your heart, you feel a little pain, and you never come off. Squeeze firmly with your own hands or let go of consciousness. - Or unless your life is in danger. '

Shin, and. The venue quieted down.

'... is, ha. Superior. "

That's what the man from Mage, the chanter who asked the question, returns. Hardly, in an uphill voice.

'Huh, I guess I threatened you a little too much. Whatever -'

"I don't mind that."

But there's one man there who doesn't cower.

A black outfit that sucks everywhere. Magician "Maygas," Barbadorf.

"How sturdy is that collar, and it's definitely not broken. - It's not wacky, is it? Wouldn't it be over if I got a butch in the middle of a fight?

"Rest assured. If the ring were so damaged, his neck would be dead."

Showing her how to scratch her neck off, Tyzen laughed as if she had fallen aside.

Basically, the ring seems fine considering that it hardens enough to act as a protective device in a wrapped around the neck and if it comes off it will be a soft string.

'Whoa, yeah. conditions for the ring to come off...... there is another special example'

That's what the old man says, pointing not to the forest that spreads right next to it - but to the river in front of it. The great river, about thirty metres across, surrounds the 'garden of the infinite'. The velocity of the flow is there as well, breaking and stretching the meadow as he embraces and wraps himself around the forest, continuing beyond the horizon.

"The heavenly banquet is held in the" garden of infinity "until it is full. As soon as I get out of the woods, let me set the ring off. Whatever the reason, if you leave the woods, you're disqualified. In other words, knocking down enemies into the river there is also a tactic. In that case, we won't be able to recover the ring. Those who want to surrender but cannot remove the ring due to various circumstances will either leave the forest from a bridge built between the north and the south or jump into the river themselves."

If you look at it, there are many places along the river that are like cliffs cut off. Is it a few meters tall at best? There seems to be some depth of water, and you shouldn't be injured where you jumped in.

It's nice to be able to drop enemies and win light, but on the contrary, I'm pregnant with the risk of being dropped. If you also consider the martial arts festival traits of not knowing where the enemy will strike from and not knowing where the technique will fly from, then acting in the outer periphery of the earthquake critical would not be much of a solution.

"Now, back to the function of this ring... we don't just use it to confirm survival"

That said the old man, white clothes were on earlier - picking up the ring that was falling at his feet.

Then that ring, which was stringy, began to emit a light and blue light.

"Rings off the wearer thus emit a pale light by others touching them. This will be the" proof of winning the ring ". It's a big indicator when it comes to winning awards. Actively defeat more enemies and encourage them to collect. Especially those who earn the most rings will also receive praise as the King of Shooting Down '

By the technique of perception being planted, "the first person to touch the ring off the neck of the holder" is set to become the winner.

In other words, it doesn't count as your own where you have defeated those who possess many rings and embezzled all the rings that your opponent has. The only ring you get is always one you took directly from your opponent.

The number of rings earned until saturation seemed to be tallied as per individual.

"It can also be said that it is not always necessary to carry the rings obtained due to the specifications that only the first person touched will be recognized as the winner. I don't mind if you give it to my white clothes if it makes me nervous. Essentially, however, it is advisable to manage it on your own. It also serves as an indicator of how many people remain. I can't be held liable for losing it and treating it as invalid. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen. '

It's fine or a lot of mess...... and it's time for the driftshield that I'm getting tired of hearing rings my neck.

As far as previous explanations are concerned, the organizers are giving them the opportunity to win breaking prizes, so they are also asked to follow a policy of adding and subtracting judgments - and so on. You should refrain from acting against officers and white clothes that would make your heart certificate worse, Liquid Care thinks.

'And then... right. I'll give you this at the same time as the ring. "

That's what Tyzen took out, three green, bright, big-swing leaves. It's about the size of a palm, and it's thick.

"If you are going to put yourselves in the struggle, you will know that it is the leaves of Arsilegna. This is a variety that has made its own improvements in our country, with a much stronger analgesic and hemostatic effect than conventional ones, and the ability to recover fatigue. Be the key to standing around in your favor '

... As for exile protection, I didn't even know its name. It still seems that the knowledge gained in the book is not enough. In the meantime, you can get three recovery items - but it won't be a problem if you think about it.

Others are free to bring in weapons within common sense. It is forbidden to bring bags with you. It is also forbidden to bring in Arsilegna leaves as personal effects on an individual basis. Because the "Garden of the Infinite" is a spiritual place, signs detection and communication techniques do not function. The technique used in the battle has no effect first - matters such as

That rings, arsilegna leaves, portable food, water bottles with water, maps and pocket watches will be passed in bulk packed in bags.

"And then... oh, I almost forgot"

Put up a brown bag so everyone can see that you're actually giving it to them,

"With regard to this bag and its contents…" It is forbidden to take these away from the person who defeated it ". Mostly rules to keep Arsilegna leaves from being taken, though. Remember, those who break it will be disqualified immediately. '

So I thought the explanation was over, and Tyzene repeated it again to bite.

"Okay?" It is forbidden to take your luggage away from the person you defeated ". This means as much as the word goes... because among the prohibitions, it is important that it leads to immediate disqualification. Let me recite it. Know what this means, understand it, and stand in your favor."

The warriors around me shrug.

……

Liquid protection also slightly tilted his neck. Something seemed like an inclusive way of saying it.

Tyzen then tells him that he will be checking strictly on the use of the Arsilegna leaves. Has the missing participant's luggage been taken? Has anyone used more than three leaves? On that point, we seem to pursue it rigorously.

- Okay. So throughout, do you have any questions?

Finish the full explanation and enter the Q&A.

but in the first place, the organizer said, "no squid is not squid," etc. If it didn't catch anyone's eye, it would be 'anything', and no one was that keen on the details. The content itself is not roughly different from that given on the form given at the time of registration of participation.

'... and here's the detail. You must be sick of long stories. [M] That's the end of the preposition. And then...'

The old man looks around at the assembled warriors and says away in a heartfelt and enjoyable way.

"You can crush each other if you like."

- Let's go.

As always, Taizen's jizzy is a long story.

A black giant who pioneered a long explanation and bit the yawn to death - Enrokak Stije.

He always seems brittle. In the meantime, I'll do my job.

Looking down at the waves of people just smaller than themselves, Chav Dapperve, a member of Orchester.

Sad. Everyone must be attending this martial arts festival with their own thoughts. If I defeat the other person, the person's wishes will no longer be fulfilled...

Wiped tears in his eyeballs, but somehow hoisted his mouth down the King of Shots - by Greefoot Martyhawk.

Does it finally start? Damn it, Mendoxe, if you say so.

Tilt his neck and squeal, jailflame 'Penta' Dino Gailroen.

"Ya, no, brother Yi. I don't know, he always seems strong."

"Ugh, don't wander around, Gadgad. Gi, on the other hand, it's going to burn. First, remember your face. Face. Avoid people who look like shit to see."

Two former bandits, Gadgad Keras and Larutz Buffet, looked drawn.

Wait, Saeri. Make sure...

Diegos Akelone, the youngest brother of the spear, gave a slightly pungent look.

Well, it's hunting time. Eat it up, motherfuckers.

A group of maliciously colored blacks, whose head, Dj Foul.

You'll just have to wait a little longer, Myol. Absolutely. I'll get him treated.

And the fist cringes, there's a current shield.

Regardless, they are not the only ones. Numerous warriors carve their own thoughts into their hearts and their own grins.