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

The arena was tightly filled with people.

The ground is also left with a two-sided game venue for viewers, a crowd that is incomparable with the time of qualifying.

"This is the final game of the qualifying round. We'll have a special match! The winner of this match will compete in this battle."

The host stands on stage and heads to the audience, explaining in a loud and resounding voice that is likely to arrive throughout the venue.

The narrative only introduces me and Gustav to the players, and the circumstances of the duel are omitted.

When I was led to the stage by an attendant with Satti, that's all they paid for, Tirica dressed as Gustav or a true or false official. Besides the other two authentic officers, is there anyone else in the operation? I guess it's just the people involved in this case.

"First, it's the promised reward," Gustav said.

A locked and seemingly superior chest is available, and when opened, it contains gold coins securely inside. The commercial guild guy who was on the box in terms of numbers assures me that I did have a thousand. But you don't see that many when it comes to a thousand pieces.

"Then we'll confirm the arrangements for this duel before the game," said one of the Authentic Officers.

"To represent the Byron family, the Yamanos family, to fight with dignity and with all their might on both sides, and to leave no remorse in the future for the two families, whatever the outcome. Do you swear on both sides?

"I swear." "Let's swear."

Then Tirica talked.

"If this match proves Massal's strength, ask George Byron to make the necessary disposition and restore the discredited Massal's honor in the Byron family"

"Let's promise."

I don't care about George or anything anymore...

"Are you ready for both sides?

Yes, the authentic officer asked me a question, so I nodded. I'm not at all ready for my mind, but I'm fully equipped.

"Now let's hope you make it to the players of the first game of the day!

Cheering from the guest seats. This is the first game of the day. Guests are paying attention, and all the contestants are gathering at this venue. More prominence than expected.

My stomach hurts with a tingle. I might as well have signed up for a regular appearance on this.

"Dear Masaru..."

Sati, who was with me, called out to me worried.

"It's okay. It's okay."

I try to take a slow, deep breath, but my heart is hitting me like an early bell. I've never felt more nervous.

Tell yourself it's okay. Gear is a familiar thing to use, and what you do is an extension of the training you've done scattered over the past few days. I have nothing to fear. 100 million yen if you win. 100 million yen. What shall I use it for? Let's buy some Ello porn slaves too...

I fell flashy on the stairs climbing the stage if I was thinking weird. It is only about four short stairs. More and more laughter rolled up.

"You can't do that! Shut up. I hear all the guests and the players watching the game.

"Hang in there next year." Golden Wheel is coming out!

"Hiccup. Sounds like an A-rank magic swordsman, but the type with strong magic." Exactly.

"You can't expect it at all with that look, but even at this rate, either way, the other person is in Gustav with bad minutes. The bet is Gustav is an iron plate" I hope he loses a lot...

I stood in the starting position of the stage.

"You can't fight like that."

Yes, Gustav called.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

My voice trembled, but I feel sorry for him, but he's weaker than the Sergeant. And it's just a game with referee. There is nothing frightening about it. Concentrate. We need to focus on the game.

And the referee lifted up his hand. I stood mechanically on the voice.

"Begin!"

It's already started. The starting position is still a distance from which the sword cannot be reached, but Gustav... does not move.

Gustav is equipped with a medium-sized shield of the type held by hand on a single-handed sword. I'm a small buckler that wears on my arm, but I have a big sword. Heavy but slightly longer in time.

"Let's get ahead of it. Call me."

You can afford this guy. I can't afford it. I don't like a lot of audiences, but I get eyes, and I can hear my voice firmly and I'm restless. The sword I've been using in practice but I feel heavier than yesterday. I thought if the game started we'd figure it out...

I approached one step or two and I was in time. We just have to get this guy over with and get it over with.

Step in. Wave the sword. Meet one-in-one, two-in-two. My body is moving securely. I can fight properly. I can.

Was it alarming that you thought so? Easily caught on the feint. The sword flowed and defenseless - dodging - failed. I ate a pounding blow on my shoulder.

"I see. You'd be opponent in George with this arm,"

Bad, you're more of a handyman. I can't swing my sword satisfactorily like this. Recover...

"Let's wait for you"

Thank you for your honesty. [Heels] Chanting - The pain draws.

Gustav is strong. He's a little fucked up.

I wasn't even given it while I was thinking about it, and Gustav immediately moved. Take it. I'll take it. It's a feint. - I scratched it. Shit. Shit. I got another blow. I'm being taunted like a good person.

I use my legs to try to get distance, but they won't let me get away with it easily. Jilli 'poor, like Nania Battle, but Gustav is stronger than Nania, and Stamina's not going to run out.

Will it be chopped up and lost without the art of exchange as it is?

Another blow to the side. Heavy pain runs. But now you won't wait for me.

"Master Masal!

Sati's voice is often heard in the murmur.

Damn, he's totally weaker than Satie like this...... faint again. Now I can do it right. That's right. This guy is weaker than Satie. I can see the movement properly, too. If you calm down, I can help you.

I quit running around and stopped my leg.

Focus on defense. Identify, receive, and evade attacks calmly.

This guy is weaker than Satie. Weaker than Lord Sergeant or Armand. I don't feel so much pressure on the attack.

Turn to counterattack immediately after dodging. One blow, two blows. He's a good shield user. The defense is stiff. If I could use magic, it would be one shot like this.

Meeting, momentary impending. The movement stopped - [Heel (Small)] - Gustav is called in to try to interfere, but the chant is already over. The pain became lighter.

Once distanced and relative. I'm not the one to be caught off guard, but I'm not scared enough. This is how you can heal for some damage. But...

"How's it going?"

"I'm getting a little help."

[Heels] again as we speak.

Even if I recover, he doesn't look in a hurry at all. I guess I'm still not serious about how things are going.

Gustav, who breathed well, slightly changed his position. I put the shield forward a little while and it moved.

I'll take it. I'll try to fight back, too. But with the shield only a short while ahead, the defense was even stiffer and the thickness added to the attack.

I'm still skillful with shields. I'm in a critical position to dodge and take, but Gustav is stabilizing and preventing my attack. We have to break down the defense somehow.

I hear Sati cheering all the time. I calmed down as I was listening to Sati. A large audience is no longer concerned either. Some Gustav would have been too strong to afford that.

Calm down, it looks like my sword speed and power are outweighing mine. But all attacks are prevented.

What's the matter with you? It's my usual practice to use magic or item boxes at times like this, but I can't use them here. Positive attacks are prevented by hard defenses, and occasionally mixed feints and punches are annoying.

I got glued. Skill avoidance and mindfulness are doing a good job for me.

Repeat the meeting away, again and again. Neither can strike a single blow at the target.

"Strong. Strong."

Gustav said once away. That's our line.

"That arm even though you're still young. I even have a magical talent. I guess I can't win in action."

I wish that magic could be used here.

"But you can't even lose your sword!

Gustav called. I thought you were going to set something up, but the same flow was repeated. But I'm obviously in a different mood. Besides, I've already fought all I can with every glass. I can't afford it. Gustav has nowhere to get out of hand because he's stable at a high level on both offenses. Forcefully, even if they try to attack at their discretion, they will be flushed, and gaps will be created. Even if I can see Gustav trying to set something up, I can't move. It is miraculous that there is no bullet from the middle.

Meetings are repeated over and over again. Now it looks like we're going to do this without interruption. You gonna wait for my stamina to run out? Sure, he looks small and doesn't seem physically fit, but with the benefit of his skills, yes. That doesn't cause stamina runs out, it should.

Gustav finally moved. It's my first attack with a shield, I've set up a shield bash.

Soon Gustav's shield was pulled close to his body and stuck out at the same time as he stepped in. It's just a move to hit a shield, but eating a hard shield properly can be damaging, and even if you take it, it can help you play and fly your opponent.

But even if you're inferior to your stature, you haven't lost your power. If you step on this one and take it with your shield - the next moment you get a shield bash, the goth hits your left shoulder. He was eating a poke decently.

Shit. Bones may have passed too...... my left arm goes down sloppy. I can't move because of severe pain.

Gustav's attacking us here. Take it with one sword and dodge it.

[Heel (Small)] Chanting - Evasion, chanting complete. Also [heel (small)] chant - done.

I haven't recovered yet. Again......... the shield bash is coming.

The left arm managed to move with two healing magics. I get a shield bash with a painful left arm buckler, barely dodging the continued thrust approaching my face. No, it feels like a tear to the cheek and around the ear. It's not good enough.

The attack on the shield face and the continuous attack at the point of punch are incompatible. I can't hide in the shield until I know where the poke came from too long.

Shield bash again. I need to avoid the shield bash itself to avoid it...... I barely backed down and avoided the shield bash. But at some point, he's cornered on the stage.

The chase poke... won't come. I've planted a shield bash again. Falling off the stage is disqualified.

I got a shield bash disappointing. I can't poke you. Eat a poke in your left arm. I waved the sword of my right hand regardless. If your right arm is safe, the battle can continue.

I hit the sword around Gustav's waist for the first time in a match. I shook it by hand, making it weaker, but Gustav still blew it and managed to get out of the corner in that gap.

[Heel (Small)] Chant. My left arm moves a little. Again [Heel (Small)] - Gustav is on the verge of getting his attitude in order. Avoid attacks. Attack again, dodge. I can't create a healing gap with a small attack.

Shield bash again. I take it by forcing my sore left arm to move.

Right here! Gustav is also relinquishing his defense on the shield with a shielded bash. If it's a match, I have my share of recovery as long as I avoid a fatal injury.

My sword struck Gustav's left shoulder and Gustav's sword struck my torso on a horizontal giraffe. My sword arrived slightly ahead of me, and I had a solid response. Gustav got on his knees.

However, although I will not fall, I cannot concentrate my magic for recovery due to such severe pain that I have difficulty breathing. I'm standing, so I'm finally here.

I allowed Gustav, on his knees, to stand up in a gap distracted by healing magic. Can't you move it anymore, keep your left hand down? The shield I let go of rolled in a rash. If I can use healing magic in this situation, Gustav has no chance of winning any more.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Standing Gustav roared and swung up his sword.

I'm not going to give you time to recover. I put up my sword in pain, too. Every time I move my body, I get severe pain running on my side.

Gustav's sword to be swung down was linear and not difficult to avoid. Gustav's movements had no shadow to see because of the damage. I guess it was almost a rash attack.

He slammed his sword into his defenseless torso. Gustav slowly knelt down and fell as-is.

One more shot if you're going to get up, and I set up the referee's "There's a battle!" I heard a voice.

Doddly cheers.

I can't afford to be happy with the win, and the current movement makes me run even more sore. As he managed to gather his magic while sweating, a cleric ran over to me. Thanks.

"Heels - heels -"

Every single time the pain draws away. Recovery magic is great after all. If it's a natural cure, both Gustav and I will be transported on a stretcher and admitted to the hospital. No, my winner was almost gone with the first damage in the first place.

I asked later if people who can use healing magic would be too advantageous in the tournament, and if there are enough people to use it in action, it would be a lot better. You told the operator who invited me to the tournament that you really wanted magic.

There aren't enough healing magic users anywhere...

I got a few heels and put them on myself, and the pain completely disappeared. Gustav is finally awake, too.

There is no word for losers. I don't even want to see your face. He walked towards where Satti was, and when he got off the stage, he was greeted with great applause from all over the venue.

"Master Masaru!

Satti hugged me when I got down. I have tears in my eyes. He must have been hissing because I was eating all the damage. It made me look a lot different.

But I've never seen Satti, but to this extent, I've been trained many times by the Sergeant. Because of that, I was able to stand today, and I was able to fight back. Experience is important.

"I'm perfectly fine. It wasn't a big deal."

That's what I'm gonna say to comfort Satie.

"Well, that's good."

"La, mr. Lazard"

I am frightened by Mr. Lazard, who appeared abruptly.

"I'm surprised you're getting stronger."

Mr. Lazard was the same block. Two more wins and we're going to win today's finals.

When I heard the combination in the morning, I tried to defeat it appropriately if I could, but I also have a promise with Mr. Lazard that Syrah would decide the female male sooner or later. You'll be reminded if this leads to a loss along the way and the match itself flows. If you want to increase Syrah's loyalty, you have to win.

"Masal, you've grown stronger in an amazingly short time. This will be the last time I can win. Let me do everything I can."

"Oh, I'm not going to lose either. But if we don't win two more games..."

"You defeated the winning candidate. We don't have enough people in our group."

I guess that's what Mr. Lazard would say.

"I'm really excited to be able to fight!

Mr. Lazard turned his back and walked away as he grinned at the nigger and the carnivore.

A body that looks up. Exuberant muscles. A few steps bigger than mine.

Mr. Lazard was also fine with going into the dragon and knocking him down. I did it too, but with a magic sword. It is unlikely that the same can be done only with a sword.

Do you have to fight that...