Glory to Earth Magic

"Then let's do this! We will host the Great Martial Arts Games!

A referee-like sister standing in the center of the stage screams Mike with one hand.

He's wearing something like a bunny suit with two round ears and tails to peek from his head.

"The Opening Ceremony will be progressed by Twelbsisters' Rodent Rat! Everybody's dancing with blood and boiling meat?

"" "Whoa, whoa!

A sister named Rat shouts an unbreakable cheer when she points the microphone at the audience.

The school's martial arts tournament is unparalleled. The scale is completely different.

By the way, it seems to be an idol group of twelve beast daughters named Twelve Sisters.

I didn't know, but idle activity seems to flourish in this region, like Brahalie and the rest of the Element Three.

Well, it's no surprise because my hobby is similar to Earth.

"We'll be in charge of the game with the Twelve Sisters! Then I will have the announcement of commencement made by the host, the Mayor, as soon as possible!

With the words of a rat, a small grandfather who feels like a favorite pops up on stage.

"Uh, the annual grand martial arts tournament. It will also be held in three separate rules this year. In this arena there is magic, there are weapons, everything. It is just the battle that determines the strongest. Ladies and gentlemen, let's cheer up."

When the mayor greets him briefly, he once again cheers. As if to answer the cheer. When the mayor lowered his head with a peck, he gave Mike to the rat to back off.

"Thank you -! Wealth! Fame! Great martial arts tournament swirling with all sorts of desires! Whose hand is the prize 100 million lire? ⁉ It's the start of the tournament with the vows of the previous year's winner, Muscle Norkin!

After the introduction of the rat, this time a massive man appears.

I mean, when I saw the flyer, I thought it was too much of a prize of 100 million lire. The economic impact of militant competitions is immeasurable because they pay for it in all competitions.

"Me! It's Muscle Norkin! This year I will win again! You guys are proud to be my stepping stone!

"I'm kidding! This year, I'm going to pull you down!

Muscle words fly wild, but there was no anger there. It also sounded like an annual multiplication.

Even if it is a muscle, I nod satisfactorily when I hear the words.

"Ha ha! We've got a bunch of good guys coming together this year. By the way, my brother Hustle Norkin is also going to win the Flesh Bullet Fight Ollie! Big martial arts tournament...... let's do it, whoa whoa!

To the swearing of the muscle, the great cheer that goes up three times.

Thus, the Great Martial Arts Games were held successfully.

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"Alba."

At the end of the opening ceremony, Elemea will be invited when the qualifying round begins.

The qualifiers are the same as at the school's militant tournament, and the qualifiers are selected in a single battle on the Battle Royal method, for a total of sixteen.

"What is it?

Elemea takes me to the corner of the room.

"It's about the qualifying round, but we have to make it a little more conditional."

"Conditions?"

In response to Elemea's question, she nodded cocklessly as I tilted my neck.

"Preliminaries are forbidden to use magic. Of course, it's good to build weapons… don't use any other magic."

"Why are you making such terms again…………?

"These people here look sweetly at their earthly attributes. Then I'll let you stay alert in the qualifying round and hit you all at once in the main game. This game is more overwhelming than qualifying in terms of attention. That's why we keep it warm until the main battle."

I see.

Sure, if you don't do the do-flavored magic in a high-profile main battle, you'll be noticed all at once.

But I can see what Elemea has to say, but is it something that can be won without magic?

"It's okay. As I've always seen, your fighters are the only ones who can win without magic."

You felt anxiety from my expression, Elemea says so and encourages me.

Um, if Elemea says so, why don't you do it?

"We will now begin the first round of the qualifying round. Athletes are coming in!

Whoa, it's time.

This is my first qualifying round, and Brahalie and the Element Three are different blocks, so there's no way to win this match.

I don't know about the other two, but Brahary will probably come up to the main battle.

That guy, unlike me, is talented. I became strong in a way that was almost irregular or close to cheating, but I felt an orthodox strength from him.

It's a little exciting to think about fighting in the main battle.

"... we have to win the qualifying round for now"

When I generate the most used weapon, Halvard, I head to the stage.

"Well assembled, both elephants! Who the hell grabs a ticket to the main battle? ⁉"

Outside the stage, the earlier rats are live.

I mean, both elephants have bad mouths. Hey.

There was a reality of self-proclaimed idols during the martial arts tournament, but is it defo that idols in this world have bad mouths?

"Well, qualifying round one...... here we go - no!

There is a roar everywhere at the same time as the rat signals.

If you look at the sound, someone must have unleashed magic because people were rising.

Even though I was overwhelmed by a different temper than the school martial arts tournament, I set up my weapon.

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"Shh, shh!

"Oops! Because!"

You don't get the guy slashed while wrapping purple electricity around the cutlass, poking his opponent in the belly with the patterned part.

The man drops his weapon and falls straight in with a groan.

"... ugh"

I look around as I wipe the sweat flowing from my forehead.

It has been awhile since qualifying began, but I am surprised that I am able to fight unexpectedly and without magic.

Somehow, you know so that the other person's movements are in their hands.

Well, sometimes I'm used to Kett's speed, but these guys don't move that fast.

Exactly, I can see it... I can see it too! It is in a state of no duality.

If we keep doing this, they might say, "That's the one thousand warlords."

"Wind Snake (Wind Snake)!

"Tori!

When I think about it, a wind snake rolls around my weapon from side to side and throws it in the air.

Even though I've gotten stronger, my local power itself is inferior to that of a normal adult. The only reason I've been able to take him down is because he was poking the other guy's steeple precisely.

Small stature is still unfavourable in these situations.

"Heh heh, let's get inside the little one habit! But when you see that you're not using magic, you don't have the magic to attack, do you? I'm just a kid if I don't have a weapon. Make a sacrifice for my battle!

The man who took my weapon comes attacking me with a line full of little stink.

This kind of reaction gets a little funny when it works out like Elemea thinks.

For a moment, I tried to use magic to freak him out, but I immediately remembered that it was forbidden.

"Ugh!

The man hits me with a stick in his hand if he's insulting me as a chick who can't use all sorts of magic.

You idiot. If it's magic, we can still deal with melee attacks.

How badly do you think I got knocked out with a weapon in my ket? I push my hands forward and turn my arms around to tangle the stick.

"Wow ⁉"

You didn't think you were getting closer to me. The man startles me.

"True Killer Fist... Coffin Emperor Whip."

If you make the other arm look like a whip, you strike out the opponent's jaw accurately.

"Hee... ⁉ Kohee..."

Beautifully punched out of his jaw, the man falls in, turning his eyes and drooling his saliva.

My weapon is coming back out of the sky.

Welcome back, My Weapon.

Earlier moves were one of the true killer moves that Kett taught me.

Some other moves have been taught. As much as I'm happy because I'm gradually getting to fight all round.

"Well, you're getting less people in a good way"

If I looked around, I would have had enough fingers on both hands at some point.

What, that?

"Uh, Alba."

If you think someone looks familiar, you're waving happily that they noticed me.

"I didn't realize because of the large number of people, but Mr. Alba was in the same qualifier."

"Mr. Espoir was there, too, wasn't he? I didn't realize that."

Espoir wasn't scratching one sweat as opposed to me.

On his right hand, he has a sword similar to a tonal fork.

"What is it?"

I know a man with a similar weapon. Espoir talks to me when I look disgusted.

"No... you remind me of something a little unpleasant. Never mind."

It is not unusual in this world because there are so many unusual forms of weapons.

It's rude to be with such a perverted faggot (Espero).

"Really? Well, that's fine...... let's just get rid of the rest of you. The top two can go up to the main battle. I mean, me and Alba can go to the main battle."

"Oh, hey. Pretty prestigious, huh? Are you willing to beat us?

One man approaches Espoir's words with his blues floating.

"Of course you are. Miscellaneous fish like you... can't hope. I can't beat those people."

"What...? Damn ⁉ Awwwwwww!

The man suddenly falls with his head in his arms wondering if he had a surprised look at the espousal, who speaks with a sneer grin.

"See? I don't have any hands or feet in this plain magic."

Espoir says coldly as he looks down at the man who is falling with his head.

Somehow, I feel something different and thin when I hit it with the cheeky atmosphere I had earlier.

"So... shall we clean up the rest of the miscellaneous fish for Mr. Alba?"

When she says so, she also causes the rest of the opponent to sink due to mysterious and invisible attacks.

"Ho, it was Aruba and Espoir who decided to compete in the main game -! A big round of applause to both of you!

Espoir approaches us with a smile as he is wrapped in applause.

"I'm looking forward to this battle, right?

With that crushing in my ear, she returned to the holding room, clapping behind her back.