Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

Day four. The last day of the First World War came.

From day one to yesterday, the tournament is now showing more excitement than usual in relation to the constant appearance of the featured players, Lace, Dawson and Ren.

For the first time I think that the excitement has reached its culmination, I'm going to forget that this is only the first round.

Today, perhaps the lead winning candidate. Sometimes there will be a game of Vio, who has shown so much more overwhelming prowess than Reis, and he entered the venue earlier than usual in anticipation of the crowd, but it seems that the guests have already packed into the stand-up seats.

It should be noted that there are also guild-sponsored odds, but only today they have an incredibly low multiplier because almost everyone has bet on Vio.

Me? Of course I bet.

Incidentally, there are not only daily bets, but also bets throughout the entire tournament schedule.

Deadline is before qualifying begins. It's an ultra-high multiplier bet that relies entirely on the previous information and the information each has purchased.

Of course I bet Reyce two hundred thousand luxes, the limit set by the Alliance.

They don't set a multiplier, and if they hit it, they get double the amount of their own multiplier + two ” % of all the other human multipliers they bet.

I just want her to do her best.

"You're an amazing person... I didn't know you'd even be buried in an official seat"

"He's open to the public at the guild for everything. Since World War II, there are fewer people who can use this place, and today we still have this number of guests."

"Is Vio that strong? I've only seen it from afar."

Rhue hasn't seen her fight very close in relation to not visiting the training facility very often.

But in the first place, she focused more on drilling moves and time attacking courses in her personal space than on fighting in public.

Perhaps I couldn't find a player worthy of teaming up with myself.

I didn't do much of my personal practice in the second half either.

"At least... I don't think it's gonna be easy for Reis to win just because of his physical skills."

"Hmm? Is that what you said when you saw that move yesterday?

"I see... if Kai says so, I'm sure he does"

"Oh. I think Lace herself realizes where the limits of that move lie. Vio will go over that limit easily."

Yesterday, the move that Reyce unleashed on Rhue.

Unraveling that whole thing didn't come true at all, but still I've figured it out.

Rayce's blow doesn't work unless he's the person he can see and intercept.

In other words, it cannot be used by opponents with manoeuvres that deviate from the normal track.

Once. Only once. I've been completely out of my sight by Vio.

I don't think Reis can handle that speed at all.

Therefore, it would be time. To use her original style, which she has hidden so far.

I've never used Reis as a demon archer in my game days.

As just a bowman, I tried and shot him lightly enough.

But - I know how awesome the Demon Archer is. Because I know, I have gear that I would like to use myself.

"I'm really looking forward to Race. I want you to show me what a Demon Archer is all about."

"Hehe, I get it. Then let's do everything we can."

"Ah, it's time to start the first game, suddenly it's Vio"

Cheers explode and preparations are made for the first game.

Is it a slightly larger gauntlet, knuckle, in a light-hearted, dancer-like outfit as usual? A little girl with four ears wearing it in both hands.

From that small position, the cheer of the venue is interrupted only for a moment by the overwhelming hegemony that even comes from over the magic guide.

... I'm in the mood for a long time. Was it inspired by the games so far, or - do you want everyone here to know the difference in character?

"... I see. Regrettably, I've been swallowed up for a moment now, too."

"Heh... that kid, you do it inside. Were you still there in this day and age? Someone who could kill this far, yet."

"Mr. Rue, I'm a little scared"

"Ah...... hey stick around"

They say it's so awesome killing that our two daughters are in samurai mode in an instant.

Me? I'm sorry, I think it's kind of dull. If you're a samurai trembler or something, well, if you confront him, you might!

But I see. He said these two are releasing a level of killing to the whole venue to react.

Then the audience will shut up. What's wrong with an opponent who's been killed so close?

"Hmm, isn't that a lot of courage? Looks flat."

"Oh, that's different. Evidence of complete control over killing. If you just sprinkle fear, even the beast can. But he hasn't let the person in front of him take anything personally. Hehe, I guess this is gonna be a pretty bad game."

"Lue, I'm still a little afraid. Here, smile, smile."

"Mmmm... I'm not bad, that kid who kills like that is bad"

So Riko Nana Riko. Such a face to you, such a voice doesn't suit you.

When the palm sensation began to disappear, those two voices came from the narrative seats even today.

"Come on, this is the last game we'll have today...... I see, today is the first game to have a hunch of a wave opening"

'Sounds like it! According to the materials at hand, Vio, the athlete on the east side, is from Sardis, the neighbouring continent. It's also a pretty deep republican human being. "

"Well, a republic, was it a gathering of non-elves? I see, you can see that trait. '

'So far the score has been...... passed in the primary qualifying round getting double the number of certificates prescribed. All won the second qualifying round with a one-shot KO. That's a hell of a track record!

'Regrettably, some of the humans who have fallen off along the way also include many of the guild's elites. I mean... it's no exaggeration to say that she's the closest thing to winning at the moment'

There's something different about the two voices, and the color of vigilance is hidden.

War experience with each other. Perhaps he remembered the battles of the past to his earlier killing.

Then move on to that opponent's commentary.

As you can see here, it boasts quite a giant, and the armor it wears is also heavy.

He looks like a medium incompatible opponent to challenge with his fist.

"Against is Robbs from the shipping city of Dislato, the southern gateway of this continent."

"Lord Robs knows me well, too. I've met Lord Claire on several occasions, but Lord Robbs was always there for me."

"I see, that is, enough people to be entrusted with the Lord's personal security. To see how far the battle has gone, its strength would be real. I feel empathy for that outfit as far as I'm concerned. I want you to do your best."

When I say Mr. Claire, she is the woman who has spoken to Reyce during the Beautiful Man Beauty contest.

Next to Oink, he was elected a councilwoman, and like Mr. Book, he should be a lord ruling the southern harbour town strip.

When a person in such a position is left to guard, I guess he's quite capable.

"Is it the type of knight who endures and protects, But to look at the weapon, you seem to have a lot of muscle strength."

"Reyes wasn't working with Robs, was he?"

"Yes. You were probably tight on Senator Claire's escort. There must be a lot of heavily cemented armed, certainly attacking people."

"The main knight of defense - a little familiar. But... they'll probably kill me."

"Lue, noise"

"Ugh... I don't know, my body hurts so bad. Anyway, I appealed to my surroundings to kill to keep them off guard. It's not just a game."

Will her words of certainty become reality?

Reis is also waiting for a signal to start the game with a throat ringing.

The entire venue sips and watches the moment as it creates an unusual air.

And - the massacre has begun.

This is a tournament where people don't die. But I could only describe it that way.

Robust armor. Physical difference. Difference in reach. It had nothing to do with her.

Her figure scratched out with the signal to begin.

All that remains is the blue leftovers. Blue trajectory.

It seemed like the last time I saw it in a mock fight with me, it activated a technique to strengthen myself.

A shocking sound that echoes the venue, as if the loud clashed with each other.

Shown in the magic guide is her arm pierced to the elbow in thick armor.

When it was decided, I thought the battle was decided in an instant.

But before she kneels, before she admits to losing, before the referee stops, her second, third and fourth blows pierce her.

Until the armor turns into scraps of iron, and the weapon becomes a scepter that supports the body, and the flesh is just a guide to Yamako.

That moment when everything was destroyed in an instant and the body finally tried to collapse to the ground.

"Everybody! Shut up and abstain -!

The last blow was fired.

For a moment. It was a moment from the start of the game until her screams went up.

How far back to the venue would a person have been able to capture that movement firmly?

Robs' flesh had been slammed against a protective field stretched out in the audience if he noticed.

On the battlefield, crushed iron pieces were piercing everywhere.

Overwhelming violence. Like being hit by condensing a storm.

Harsh is not a word to clean up, fierce, fierce, abusive incarnation. Such a word is what she deserves.

"You want to reduce the extra fights, just like in the primary."

"This is... too harsh. The first blow must have already set the battle."

"But maybe the vast majority of humans couldn't even see that first blow. Under the rules, the opponent must either fall or swear an abstention in order to be judged incapable of combat. But the gap in doing so is also a series of attacks that the referee doesn't even have time to stop. I guess I couldn't stop it."

Oh, well. She saw yesterday's game and it was completely switched on.

I mean... let him fight you quickly, Len. Disturbed athletes should leave the tournament now.

And her cry became real.

All three games left, which were supposed to run on the last day of World War I, were cancelled today.

The reason for this is everyone's abstention. All the players who could have won WWII and WWIII had to fight to admit defeat.

Of course. Even if you know you're going to lose, you can still try. That's what a game is all about.

To test one's strength, it is romance, warrior sexuality, and the king's way to challenge a mighty enemy.

But... what if that doesn't make it a game? If you're analogy, such a situation, where you want to line up on your own to the path that leads to the stranglehold table.

Sure, in a situation where an unbroken ending awaits, where are the people lining up for romance there?

She created so much misery.

'Uh... as has just been announced, this concludes today's game... there will of course be some dissatisfaction, but if this happens...'

'You're just a bunch of gutless people, and I just want to fly him off the hook... but I can't help it all. Honestly, I'm quite prepared to fight that lady, too. "

There was no such thing as an explosion of unusually great dissatisfaction about whether the funeral air drifting in the explanatory seat had passed to the venue as well.

Instead, there's too much madness and awesome fighting going on, and it even looks like the wind enjoying this anomaly.

Yeah, although he seems to have a head around the pig.

But in the meantime, once again, a bomb is thrown in.

Vio, who was still sitting on the battlefield and trying to give the whole venue a glimpse, moved out.

She put her foot on the wall dividing the battlefield from the guest seat, and jumped to an altitude where the protective wall did not extend, jumping over the invisible wall and descending into the audience seat.

I'm heading straight to the commentary room, and I think I'm speaking to the Books.

But you just decided that the action was eye-catching, and Oink took a few escorts to her.

The audience drinks solidly at the appearance that it is not a good idea.

"How interesting is it inside? I knew I wanted to be in the tournament too..."

"... looks like he's rubbing something... is Mr. Oink okay?"

"If you're going to do something to Oink, I'm not going to shut up."

"I'm not exactly that familiar with you, even Vio. Well, what are you talking about?"

Then Oink's voice reaches through the magic guide from the commentary seat.

"Ren. If you're coming to the venue, come here as soon as you can. '

But the voice was blocked along the way, and Vio's voice echoed throughout the venue.

'Len, all the other players abstained. Let's start the semifinals now'