I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

Satti won the first round safely and I'm back to talking to the king. I wanted to see someone who was going to be Satie's opponent, but the king seems more interested in talking to me and Lilia than in any other game.

"So how far have you heard?

"Not around the time I got out of there and met Masaru."

The story is a legendary, outward-looking story that omits various problematic parts. I've had more opportunities like this lately, so I'm doing the matching right. Still a pretty fancy activity, but I don't think that sounds unnatural because of the A-rank.

But I'm barely talking, and you don't need me for this, do you?

If it's true, I'm supposed to be cackling around my daughter-in-law and Mr. Elves watching Satie play, so why are you dealing with this old lady? Forget betting on Sati because of it is also a huge loss.

Is it salvation that you were told that you don't need to be tough because it is an informal place for now? I've been a tattered mouth for a long time before Lilia and others told me.

Father, it's Sister Francesca's turn.

The conversation was interrupted again by the statement of the prince at the end of the sitting. Is this prince, like, ten years old? The game seems more concerned than Lilia's story. I want to do the same.

Francesca's second game was instantaneous, no less than the first. Meeting from the front, Kankandkah. Finished with three shots. This seemed like a strong one from the first fight.

The same guys have been shredding and fighting to the death at Sati's venue since earlier. They're both taking a lot of damage but not even settled, and there's going to be time before Satie's next game.

"It's like you're not dealing with him."

"Don't let them get too weak."

It can't be that weak to be out here, but there's too much difference in strength.

It was followed by game 776 Armand. The second day of qualifying wears the same Zeke as the first day.

"That's him. Who Satie lost in the qualifying round"

The winner of this match will contend with Francesca for the final, and will continue watching.

This one also settled lightly in just a few matches. Apparently, we're going straight to the finals.

Francesca appears in place of the losing player. Cheers up. Francesca seems quite popular.

"Is this opponent strong?

"You're a total anonymous, first-time contestant."

Looks like the captain doesn't even know who he is.

"But you defeated Satie. You're strong."

"I can't say anything because neither of us has shown strength so far, but it's not weird which one wins"

I can't get it out of my mouth, but the 776 (Armand) feels stronger. If you tell me to fight one way or the other, I choose Francesca. That seems more likely to win.

"There's no way Sister Francesca is going to lose!

The prince says so, but I didn't think Satie would lose either.

"Stefan, you'll see the results soon enough"

The start of the match was announced, as if the king's words against Prince Stefan were a signal.

But soon, without crossing swords, he's saying something. I tried to hear it on auditory detection, but the battle started before I adjusted. You need to get used to this...

Francesca is at the forefront. Jump straight into Armand's nose from the starting position and strike the sword as it flows. It is recirculated, staying away and facing each other again.

The distance... Francesca suddenly took a step back. I lowered the sword Armand had erected and laughed with a nigga of fun.

"What?"

The king questioned Francesca's movements.

I tried to slap him without clapping, but Francesca sensed something and stepped back, I guess.

"Looks like Armand tried to do something, and Lady Francesca hated it and took the distance"

Now Armand slowly proceeded with his sword lowered to the lower level, stopping. Both swords will arrive, within full time. But Francesca doesn't move with her sword up either.

Suddenly Armand jumped up his sword.

"Ahhh!?

I hit it, the prince who thought so raised his voice of surprise, but the paper is heavy.

This was followed by Francesca's counterattack. This was also dodged by Armand. While switching positions, both swords roll out without leaving, but both avoid each other all the time.

But after several rewards, Armand's sword was stopped by Francesca's shield. Apparently Armand was better at one.

Francesca backed down again and took the distance.

"Both are amazing. I can't catch up with my eyes."

Awesome indeed. I can't avoid that. But I can handle it at the same level. We're both still playing. They measure each other's power.

Still, I can generally see strength. Now if you're a previous tournament winner, you've got enough to beat Satie.

"Lilia, take a good look. We're moving."

Armand is the same and floating breeze, but Francesca's temper clearly changed. It's like you're up for a fight.

Francesca moved and packed the distance at once.

Gimme, gimme a fierce sword trident sound like never before. Francesca's offense is intense, but Armand hasn't exactly fought back and pulled a step.

each other, there is a marginal difference. Age, difference in experience? Francesca's attack has been successfully carried out on Armand.

Armand's attack only slightly blurred on Francesca. To that extent, of course, Francesca is not frightened to continue the attack, but it does not go one step further to Armand.

Armand has the stability of an age-appropriate maneuver. Unless Francesca is also my wife, the battle is going to be decided as it is.

That's what I thought, arrowhead. The flow changed. Francesca's pushing?

I have some discomfort with Armand's movements... again. Strange move.

It's better to take it with a shield. It's like taking it with a sword or something...

I haven't used a shield in my left hand to this point in my mind. And the opponent, Francesca, noticed that.

Is that a left hand failure? But for whatever reason, Francesca doesn't seem willing to miss it. I am relentlessly attacking my weaknesses. I don't think it's cowardice. That's what I do. Armand is strong.

Armand is on the defensive side of the war against Francesca. It's not hard to attack if you know you can't use one hand. I think there's a chance of a trap, but even if we do it normally, we're going to lose anyway.

Finally, Francesca's sword tip cleaved Armand's shoulder.

Shallow. It looked like it, but Armand kneels, hands up. Looks like I gibbered it up. Was it more damaging than it looked...

"There's a battle!

Francesca looks terribly surprised. I didn't think this would determine the battle.

He's talking about something. I tried to adjust the hearing detection again.

"You seem to be rubbing something."

That's what the king said, not asking anyone.

"Hi. I think you're angry that Armand was clueless. Tell him to fight properly again. Armand says the battle is over."

I could only hear it from the way in, but probably about not using any shields. Besides, if it's that damaged, it's far from being incapable of combat. Giving up too soon.

The referee is in arbitration, but Francesca doesn't seem convinced.

"You don't seem to be obvious. Hey, get the two of you here."

"Ha!"

A knight rushed out to the playing field on the king's orders.

So, the two of them were brought before the king. Tirica is then also requested to refrain gently behind the king.

"What did you rub?

"Uncle! This man, he was out of his hands!

"There's no way out of my hands."

"Bullshit!

"Hmm. Was it Armand? Did you lose your hand in the game?

"Absolutely, King Albrecht."

Tirica doesn't respond to that word. Is your left hand still hurt?

"Fight with one hand, do your best, etc!

"I did fight with my right hand only, but still I'm pretty sure I did it for real. I'm losing."

"Are you convinced! Demand a redo!

That's what Francesca said, poking her sword at Armand.

"You can't win if I fight in my original style. It's not so dull that you don't know that, is it?

"Knock..."

Francesca pushes silence. If you sealed one hand as a handful, it's obvious to anyone that you can't win if you do it properly.

"What's the original style?

That's what I ask.

"Two swords, Cleric."

Duplicate! Duplicate without clapping, Armand is a multitude of tricks.

"Two Swords...... Armand Musica of the Empire?

The captain (Paula) interrupted the conversation when he remembered something because of the two swords.

"I haven't been to a tournament or anything lately, but I remember you well."

"You were winning an imperial tournament about ten years ago, weren't you? I remember it because it was unusual to use two swords."

"Of the Empire!?

Francesca sounded surprised when she heard he was the winner of the Empire's tournament.

"I'm not serious about ruining competitions in other countries. So I put my handles on and I fought."

The Imperial Games are the largest in this world, bringing together swordsmen who want to be the strongest from all over the world. If you are the winner there, you have the right to call the Kingdom Games a local competition. And it was about ten years ago that I won. Is he about 30 or 35 now? It's the fattest age.

"I didn't think I had a choice if I was going to win with a handful on."

"So what were you doing at the tournament in the first place?

Ask him what he doubted. Why did you come to the tournament until you put the handles on?

"It's a scout. Master told me to look directly at the two names of those who will inherit the rumored sword saint."

I registered myself that Francesca would be in the tournament, but it turns out she won't be out this year after a long time. Even to meet in person, the other person is the Duke's Lady. There is no handover in the kingdom, and he said he tried throwing a letter into the mansion.

"If you want to meet the mighty, go to the tournament. I'm glad you came out."

"I should have visited you dignified from the front without doing such a roundabout"

"If I suck at signing up for a duke's warrant, I'll go to the barn, right?

Don't be easy to imagine it might be a hassle not having to go that far. Anyway, the king adores this niece very much.

I wonder if I can throw in a suspicious letter.

"So? Am I wearing Lord Mighty's glasses?

"Be that young and that talent. My teacher Barnabash Heyda will welcome the visit of His Holiness Francesca Stringer. Of course, if that's what you want."

Armand told him that in a serious voice, unlike the shattered tone he had had until then.

Sword Saint Barnabash Hayda. Master of the Sergeant. I think they told me to introduce you to something too...

Francesca didn't look surprised to hear the name. I guess I had some anticipation in my story up to this point.

"Of course there is. But before that, Armand Musica. I want to fight you all."

"If we can win, we'll do everything we can against you again"

"I've gotten stronger this past year. There's no longer anyone in the kingdom."

"I hope it gets that easy."

Armand turned to the venue. It's Satie's second round. I almost missed it.

"Oh, it's not Satie's game. Everybody, let's watch the game first."

The game began immediately. Satti's opponent is a big Beastman swordsman. Put your arms around me. I think I have power.

Satti set it up first. The other beast somehow outwitted Sati's attack. And counter-attack. Hating a potentially destructive sword trident, it matched Satie's distance, and pursued him. There seems to be speed, too.

Soon Satti was cornered to the end of the stage. A beast man thrust into Sati, who stopped, with all his chances. But Satti slipped through the side of the beast man using the rigging edge of the stage. Besides, he's taking a blow to the beast man's leg when he falls out.

Satti threw his sword at the beast man, who barely turned to Satti, and the beast man collapsed.

The beast man could not stand up as it was, and the victory was announced. A healer rushes over to the Beast Man. Again, I'm not Sati's enemy at qualifying level.

"You're taking a blow to the foot when you slip through the other side. So I guess I was a little late for a response and ate a decent poke."

I'll explain it to you because the king and Lilia were going to want an explanation.

"It looks like we're going to play the finals here."

"The opponent is a Temple Knight, isn't he? We've won this battle twice last year."

"I fought once, but that's a troublesome opponent. With some damage, healing magic will heal you quickly."

Francesca supplemented the captain's explanation.

He's the most powerful player in the block with 1.5 times the odds. I don't see much in adventurers, I'm equipped with a big shield where my body is likely to hide softly if I give in. It's seemingly defensive focused, but the offensive power of the shield itself doesn't make a fool of itself. The shield is also a mass of iron. If you can hit it from the front, it will blow you away, and if you hit the corner, you have the same offensive power as a blade pulling sword.

"Not my enemy, but is it Satti? It's hard to deal with that little soldier."

That's how Francesca closed the game as it was signaled the start of the match.

Do you even think that Sati doesn't have enough offense? Sure, they're in good shape, so if they push that shield forward, even if they don't get nostalgic in Sati, they might be a little under-reached. I think it's extra worrying.

Shortly after the start, this game was also set up by Satti. Pushing into the front of the big shield, he bends himself around the shield sullenly while keeping his posture low, a blow.

The opponent removed his shield and knelt down. That's where Satti pokes his sword.

The Temple Knight raised his hand with a painful look and expressed his gibberish. After the venue shimmers for a moment, the twist runs.

"Oh?"

Lilia didn't seem to know what happened again.

"That's a feint now. Hide in the shadow of the shield and disappear from the sight of the target. I'm gonna go right, I'm gonna put a feint on it, turn left and hit it."

It's easy to explain, but hidden and sneaky enough in a small body to hide completely with a shield. A blow unleashed at an overwhelming speed. All the conditions are engaged. If the Temple Knight had been equipped with metal armor from time to time, the story would have been different.

I wave and call because Sati is looking at this one.

Satti was stopped by the attendant once, but came here after a little talk, so he picked her up around the VIP stairs.

"Well done, Satie"

"Yes!"

The whole family welcomes me and compliments Satti, and Satti looks happy.

In the meantime, this is the end of Satti's game, but you should probably keep watching the other games. There may be strong players.

"Can we all have lunch?

The king just seemed to pull us up for a day of watching the game and invited us to the royal palace. Well, Lilia's on her way.

Everyone looks at me. I guess that means I'll leave the judgment to you. I don't want to go if I can, but if I say no, I need to figure something out so I don't have a corner...

"Uncle, even though I have a day off, the game is going to be real. I don't have time to play."

You guessed me for being lost in reply, and Master Francesca gave me a help boat.

"Mmm, right. I'm not saying I can't..."

"I'm going out with Satie, so why don't Lilia go?

If it's just talk, I won't have to be here.

"Right."

Ellie and Anne were also to be accompanied to the royal palace. Tirica stays here and drops off the King's line.

"Oh, he said to come to the office if you say so."

They're going to do something like return Zeke and a detailed background interview or interview with the main contestants.

"You said Sati. Shall I come with you?"

Lady Francesca has no background or anything now, but she seems to go and return Zeke herself.

"Oh, yes."

"I'm going out with you too."

"Me, too."

Me and Tirica are outsiders, but there was nothing to try to stop you if you entered the venue with dignity.

Satti looks at Francesca all the while walking. Are you curious because you're going to be a competitor?

"Is there something on my face?

"Oh, you know. Lady Francesca is a princess, isn't she?

"My mother was a princess, but when I married my father, I gave up because it was so confusing that I still had the right to inherit the throne. So I guess I can't be a princess."

Satti listens strangely, but I was a little disappointed.

"You don't have to shy away from being the king's niece if you win the main battle, do you? We won last year, but we lost many times before then. I don't need any help."

"Yes, Master Francesca"

Satti will not forgive you in battle, and I guess you were purely interested in the princess. If Satti wishes, he will also have the opportunity to go to the Royal Palace during his stay in Wang Du. Today's is a little luncheon anyway.

Without talking about anything in particular as it was, he stuck with Stasta and Lady Francesca walking early enough to come without getting lost in the office at the bottom of the arena seat.

"Bye, Satie. Looking forward to fighting in the main battle."

When Lady Francesca said so, she gave Zeke to someone in the office, and when she exchanged two or three words, she just left.

"Number 777, you're Master Satti. Congratulations on entering the main battle. So I'd like to hear a lot about it…"

And look at me, the look on this guy's face.

"Don't worry about me. I'm Sati's husband."

"It's my sister."

"Ha."

Name or place of origin for now. I was double-checked for background, etc.

I don't talk a lot extra though. I don't really want to spread the word that magic can be used or that I remember swords for six months.

"I have no experience in tournaments. A remarkable achievement is about a dragon crusade. Before what?

"Eh."

"I helped my house in a country village, came out of town, became an adventurer, learned swordsmanship and all that."

I'll answer that because Satie had a mouthful. I have never bothered to say that I was sold into slavery.

"Last but not least, please tell us your intentions for this battle."

"I'm looking to win"

"Yes. That concludes the question. Thank you. The combination will be pasted the morning after tomorrow, so come to the venue early"

Returning to the seat taken by the original Elf, it appears that only a few of the Elves remain and the majority have either returned or followed Lilia. And Will and Armand were sitting close.

"Welcome back, brother. And congratulations to Satti on entering the main battle."

"Thank you, Mr. Will"

I can afford the space, but it doesn't feel good to bother sitting away from the two of us, and Armand just spoke to me as I sat nearby.

"I've been waiting. I just wanted to talk to you."

"That's good, but wasn't there someone out there who seemed strong while we were gone?

"I can't find anything dizzy so far."

Again, no one seems to be more than Francesca, the winner last year.

"That's it. I'd like to see your daughter's arm again."

Keep Armand's story brief for Sati as well.

The introduction to Kensei is fine via the Sergeant, so I don't need to try this guy's arm, but you should try to see if you can handle the clapless beating well, and he'll be a good practice opponent before this war.

That's what made the presence at the Mansion after the qualifying round.

"Mr. Armand is a Kensei apprentice, isn't he?

I decided to listen to what I was concerned about as I watched the game go on.

"Yes, I am."

"Is Kensei's training tough after all?

"You're a ghost. I've been prepared to die many times."

Oh, I knew it...

"It's a good year. I rarely give direct instruction."

Why are you scouting in the first place? Though there are many powerful disciples, including Armand, those who deserve to inherit the name of Kensei cannot find anything that Kensei himself can only be convinced of.

"That one's a monster. It is therefore called Kensei, and no swordsman has appeared enough to succeed anyone for the last few decades"

The most powerful swordsman in the world who plays Armand and calls him a monster.

"Well, it's a difficult experience to get the master to do the archery without talking about it."

I looked over here like Sati asked. You want to go.

"I'm fine, but Satie should see you."

"Master Masaru will be with you in your quest."

But I'm not looking for a swordsman.

"Cleric, if you remember your arm too, why don't I test it for you?

"I'm fine."

"Master Masal has to be with us. We need to be strong together!

"No, so you don't take apprentices easy, do you?

"Shut up, Mr. Armand."

"Oh, yes."

"Sergeant, if there's ever a time for training, put a rope around your neck, but Master Massal will be with you."

If you think Sati is uncommonly ruthless, is that the instruction of His Sergeant? Of course, like I said, we want to be strong together.

"So, can't you...?

I hate it so much, but I'm pretty sure I should train. Satti is going to cry, and I have promised His Sergeant that I will go to Biels, the Holy Land of Swords...

"Okay. Let's visit together."

Maybe it's not so tight training, and Satie won't be able to mentor me in the first place anyway.

"Yes, good luck with that!

Well, Satie's happy, and now that's okay. Tough doesn't mean you'll die in training, and let's be ready.

"Did you get the story together?

"Oh, excuse me"

"Heh heh. Then if you two want to get a master's training together, I guess I'll take this me down first before you do!

This guy's a no-brainer.

"Cleric, you seem like you're going to do it, and you wanted to see your arms"

"Master Masaru is stronger than me!

"Ho."

"The sword is a little stronger than Mr. Satie's, but my brother has magic."

"If you can get me to do it from a distance of 100 meters with magic, I can do it."

"How much magic, by the way...?

"It's an A-rank Maggie, right? The terrain changes."

"Master Masaru's magic is really amazing!

"So the sword is a little inferior to your daughter, too?

"Master Masaru is no less than me with his sword!

"That's... can I seriously show you my sword arm?

"Well, if it's light enough,"

"You're not on board, are you? You want to see Kensei with your daughter, don't you?

"Well, to tell you the truth, I've already been told I'll introduce you separately."

"No, it's so easy to introduce..."

Armand is surprised, but I don't think Lord Sergeant is appropriate.

"He's an instructor in a guild named Vorkt."

"Voct...... I've never met him, but only his name. I see. Were you a teacher in the kingdom"

"I'm just in the king's capital. Visit the Adventurer Alliance and we'll see you."

"Yeah. I wouldn't have a problem with that"

Right. Is there a problem? I'm so sorry.

Lord Sergeant was one of the strongest contenders of the generation above Armand, and said he was still the one to be talked about if he wasn't even injured.

"Ghost Sigoki, I hope you get it all"

Armand looks very happy.

"Are you that tight?

"Fine. Many of the ones whose master's training has been traumatized, but there shouldn't be any dead people out there...... probably"

Probably...