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

Finally reciprocating with a handy opponent who can't use one hand.

Am I weak or was Mr. Lazard strong? The development of damage on both sides should have been an overwhelming advantage for healing magic.

The last person standing was Mr. Lazard. Heal the wound and stand up slowly. The game is over. I don't even need to rush to recover anymore.

It's finally over for me. That's the honest feeling.

The battle was settled in Mr. Lazard's give-up. He seemed to decide he was just incapable of combat if he was destroyed to his right arm with a hitting like a first half reburn.

I won to win, but don't they suspect this kind of eight hundred in a game with a bet? I'm a big hole.

"You look uncomfortable with a win like this, huh? Don't worry, it's definitely your win. Nobody complains. Tighten your chest."

Am I worried too much by myself? This is a victory we won after fighting until we vomited blood. Maybe that's one of the biggest injuries in the tournament right now.

"If you're really not convinced, you can rematch, right? Hey, referee."

"Yes. There is a precedent for rematching after the wound is healed. Of course, it was agreed by both sides..."

Shake your head as much as you want. I definitely don't want to do that.

"You're already hungry. Next time, I'll have you deal with him after you get stronger. I'm looking forward to that!

I have plans to train at Kensei's, but how long will I have to stretch? Speed and power would increase if the level went up and the status grew, but both the level and status have been poorly stretched lately. Significant enhancements are hopeless if it is not another big battle and earns experience. It may not meet your expectations.

But with magic, you can fight well. Rather, it would be more practical to strengthen the collaboration with magic given the actual battle.

There is no way to extinguish charcoal with fire magic, so with an air hammer and a large golem that has been enhanced and has improved the continuous firing function, you will be able to fight enough to satisfy Mr. Lazard. I won't do it though.

Mr. Lazard's treatment was over and a big round of applause was sent to us as we stepped off the stage. Which would this applaud for? If it had been a curse on me, the audience's voice would have been horrible and unwilling to listen.

I won, so there's tomorrow, and then there's the raffle for the final tournament.

I had a scathing pain in my eyes and I'm tired of fighting with all my might for a long time, and I just want to go home and grab a futon and sleep. But there was a lot to be gained. As well as sword moves, the power of restorative magic operations in action, especially regeneration, was also known. You can't even try it, it's valuable data in action.

As the Sergeant said, the tournament appearance was a good experience. I just want to practice a little while I can remember clearly...

"I really should abstain from the tournament and at least rest for about three days," Ann told me when I got back.

I threw up blood, and my gut must have been pretty damaged. I would have gladly abstained when it was just my family, but that's not quite the case right now. The expectations around you are heavy and hard.

Well, the wound itself is completely healed without any problems. About a short game would be fine. In fact, it's just like a sickness right now, and it's my understanding that recovery will be delayed where it's forced, but not that there's anything else in life.

"Brother, you've made a fortune!

Will talked to me excitedly as he made me say the coin. This guy's a prince, but he's a real commoner. It would be this much change.

"Good for you. I made a lot of money betting myself."

Of course I was betting on Satie, and everyone seemed to do the same.

But the problem is tomorrow. My health won't be good, and I might hit it with Satie. Pull the whale well in the final with Satti and let winning candidate Francesca play against Satti.

So it's me and Satie winning the semi-finals.

The more the final game was over, the less it was and the lottery began. They introduce the players to each and every one of them, and they seem to pull the rod-shaped whales in order after they've all been introduced. I didn't hear you introduce players...

Satti looks happy to be introduced and greatly cheered. I hate it perfectly, but wait for my introduction to pass without even showing such a bareback.

Destroy one of the winning candidates while participating for the first time. Powerful healing magic as a weapon.

Francesca was pulling number two when the whale pull started. Satti is number four. Are these two going to hit the semifinals?

My turn to pull the whale came around. The order of pull is the order of the tournament's set of numbers today, and I'm seventh out of eight and two more whales. All that's left are the best to hit with Francesca and number five. Please, just the most...

"Masaru, it's the best!

Finished. Francesca in the first game tomorrow. Even if you beat that, Sati.

Well, it's just not good to hit it in the first fight, but I'll just bet on Satie tomorrow. No, but the first game? And Francesca? Shouldn't I abstain? I guess not.

I had the carriage tailored for peace and went back to Elf Mansion. I insist hard that Satie will take care of me, so when I was relaxing in the living room getting dressed, rice, and bath at my disposal, the Tiricas, who had acted separately after the game, returned.

"I kept my hands around the True and False House regarding George's treatment," Tirica came to me and reported.

Leaving George's disposition to the Byrons could be hand-warming. True False House has a good face for the army as well. He said he was supposed to be thrown in as an apprentice by a real, unarmed unit of the Byron family that was definitely on the periphery.

A front-line unit of bees, who will not be treated as noble brothers, but will be served for at least two years.

If it's tough in this world, it should be tough enough to be stylish. Besides, the demonic realm stinks here. I don't know what will happen if I stay for two years. Let's wish George the best......

Well, I don't care about George anymore. It's about Sati. Looks a little melancholy when you're about to hit it with me. I do it like every day in practice, but when it comes to games, I get pretty cocky. It's obvious from watching today's game that you can't just hit me and say it's over, and I don't want to slap Satie either...

"Don't hesitate, don't be relentless, do your best."

That's what I told you. Satie's tense. It's down.

Cut the notebook with a few thoughts in mind and write it down sarcastically.

"If you beat me... you don't. If I win, I'll reward you with this."

"Masaru, get out of the way. Ticket?

"That's right. You can monopolize me for a day and like me."

"If you like, can I ask you for anything?

"Sure. Whatever."

Well, Satie's selfishness is such a cute thing, and I rarely even usually say that.

"Good luck!

All right, all right. I think I'm in the mood.

I need Satie to be stronger. Don't lose no matter what comes. So that even if I fall, I can survive.

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The game started at noon, but when I slept in the middle of nowhere, the time quickly came.

I'm still not feeling well. I have no problem moving, but overall I am lazy and sleepy.

I'll try to match up with my Sati opponent a little bit when I get to the arena, but I feel tired right away. Is the stamina being sucked away by the recovery of the body? I'm fine with the minute it moves lightly, but I don't know how much I can move with all my might.

But more than that, I don't feel tense. The arena is packed with so many spectators that there is no room for a cone, waiting to see if the game begins yet or not. I thought I was a little used to this kind of atmosphere, but it seemed to be entirely my fault.

My turn comes first, but I'm getting nervous and I'm not focused on the game. I just beat that and Satti is next. I can't help but be unmotivated.

Finally, the game was announced. The venue flourishes. Cheering is mostly for the opponent, Princess Knight Francesca.

Winning Candidate Lead. Heavenly lord, those who inherit Kensei and the street names are also flashy. The beauty is remarkable, plain leather equipment but the atmosphere is very glamorous.

Francesca and I go up to the stage. Shit, something's getting nervous. I need to climb the stairs carefully one step at a time or I'm going to fall again. It makes me even more nervous remembering I fell yesterday.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Phew, okay. I'm getting a little calm.

Francesca and I had eyes. She laughed at me with her nose. I guess I tend to look at it from the side.

But the game won't wait for me. Stand on the starting line. Stand by. Almost! It's fast!

"Begin!"

Francesca suddenly came under attack on the signal of initiation. I took it with my sword. Light. But fast. Keep two, three shots...... ah, yaba. The attack scuffed the armor. I swiveled my sword around and let him take the distance, but soon the chase would come. I thought it was fast, but fast.

Besides, the movement is a lot different from that of Sati. I watched him fight with all his might in the game with Armand, but it's a big difference between watching and doing it. The response is... I ate again. Not good. Now it's the left elbow that deals with the shield. Successfully slipped through Buckler's defense. My arm moves, but it hurts pretty bad every time I move it. I want to recover, but a quick attack won't allow me to recover magic.

It's not a problem to take it with a sword because it's light, I thought so, but it's not light. I lighten it up. It spins faster without pushing the sword in.

Light but fast and impeccable in power. If you get to the steeple, that could be it.

But gradually I became accustomed to speed and movement. If the attack is light, there is a way to do it. The attack ready to strike...... flew back and was scorned. But that made it for just a little while. Gather your magic - [Small Heel] - Done.

"I knew it, but it was a mess. But..."

I guess that means you won't let me recover anymore. Even I have difficulty using healing magic when the attack is so fast. Later now, but I should have practiced with my Satie opponent.

Take a distance and breathe. I guess regeneration won't let me use it naturally. It would be a jump in right after the start for that. I'd love to use another shot of heel if I could, but if I sense magic, it's going to hit me instantly. Prioritize the break.

But it doesn't even seem to give me a break for that long. Besides, it's time to come for real...... here I come. The movement is sharp. The attack that we stepped into brought this one to a close.

But I can fight enough. Sati Opponent's Combat Method enables them to apply. I can't really capture the movement quickly, but then... predict the movement and put down the attack. If you fail, this one will stand in distress, but if you get hammered successfully, you will inhibit their movement... I caught it!

A blow with power and speed can be taken with a sword, but it blows Francesca away as it is. I thought so where my posture had collapsed, but apparently it didn't blow me away, it didn't fly against my powers. There is no gap.

But - [small heel] - I could afford this one.

It's every time the beginning brings, and this time we're going to win, isn't it? It feels good to have a heavy body, and I feel like my sword is shaking off a lot.

The problem is that this guy is always too dodgy, and my attacks are barely universal.

Francesca is also good at dodging, and my sword is beautifully flushed, so I can't take advantage of the advantages of having power.

We just have to do it in the tunnel and find a gap.

But my fatigue from yesterday's damage seemed greater than I thought. The battle of Rigiri relentlessly shreds his strength. I can't breathe fast. I want to breathe somewhere, but Francesca can't stop.

I was the one who made the gap first. I let my legs slip a little as I tried to keep up with Francesca's movements. It shouldn't have been so much a gap as a gap, but Francesca didn't miss that.

There will be an attack on the torso. Defend with your shield... the attack will not come. I don't have a sword that should be in my right hand.

By the time I realized it, I had eaten an attack on my head. It was an attack from a blind spot with a sword I switched to the left. The head is a sturdy iron helm, but the shock caused a concussion and completely stopped the movement.

When that happened, there was no more exchanging. Eating three straight hits of pursuit, I was letting go of consciousness beautifully.

When I heard later, they were adding two more shots to my fall. I know you want to stab a stop completely so you don't recover, but I'm truly intolerant.

And Satie was terribly angry about it.