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

Ouch.

It hurts so bad. In the body.

When I noticed it, I pressed my face against the cobblestone on stage and was falling down on depression. And severe pain throughout the body.

Sounds like my consciousness was flying.

Immediately chant [small heel] - it activated safely and became a little easier as my consciousness grew and the pain ran.

[Heel (Small)] Chant. On detection, Francesca is in a slightly remote position and is not moving. The sword is in your hand.

[Heel (small)] - Okay, I can go. The three-time restorative magic was the quickest way to chant.

Stand up quickly in pain and set up your sword. Recovery is inadequate, but if you sleep too much, you can be pronounced a loss.

But when I stood up, Francesca didn't even stand up.

"Continued. Stand up."

With that said, I chant even more [heel (small)], but I still have no sign of trying to start the fight.

Why are you so unmotivated?

"No..."

When Francesca tried to say something, he said, "Master Masal!" and Sati's voice rang.

Is that it? Satie's on stage? Next to it is the cleric in charge of treatment.

"Maybe... the game, it was already over?

"Yeah. We've already won and lost"

The referee nodded that he was right, too.

Oh, my God. I tried my best to get up with the pain. No, did you try too hard? If I'd slept a little longer, Satti and the cleric would have come and never acted this embarrassed.

I'm losing my strength. The damage is still there and the body savings hurt, and now fatigue has hit me.

Decline the cleric's offer of treatment and chant [Regeneration]. Regeneration makes my body ache disappear.

"It's okay now."

Satie gave me a relieved look. Based on the recovery, the damage shouldn't have been as good as yesterday, but I must have been worried because I passed out.

"That was good. I thought it was a little too much, but it didn't seem like it."

"It's too much! And why did you kick it!

Satti bit into Francesca's remarks. Me, got kicked?

"I really needed to see if I fainted. I didn't kick it. It just came on lightly."

"It wasn't light at all!

What Francesca wears are disappointing, hard-looking leather boots for combat. It looks painful if they kick me even lightly.

"And even chase Master Masaru down! I can't believe you passed out. You knew at that point!?

I passed out, and I thought the referee would stop me, but seeing the resurrection in yesterday's battle, I guess I wasn't sure if I should. Does this mean you deserve it, too?

"But seeing you get up like this, two or three more shots..."

"Huh!?

Satti is turning his face bright red on Francesca's words. But I don't mind you being angry for me, but I hope you don't start a fight here.

"Easy, Satie. The damage was no big deal compared to yesterday, and that's enough."

I don't remember you telling me you got kicked.

"... right? It's to this extent even if you do all that. It didn't seem like a big deal at all."

"Well, I'll tell you when I lose."

I didn't say that, did I?

"If Master Masaru is serious, how dare you!

"Satie, that's about it. Looks like it's time to start the next game."

It's Satie's turn next.

"Ah, yes. I'll be done in a minute."

So I got off the stage with Francesca.

"You didn't mean it today?

It's just an excuse not to be in the mood.

"Well, I meant it..."

If it's about the starting position today, the elementary magic chant will be over before we can pack the time.

"But what?

The voice of Francesca, who listened, became tight. Shit, shouldn't I have said something extra?

"If you can use attack magic,"

I didn't want to lose, but Francesca's eyes narrowed softly.

"Oh, the game will begin."

I tried to get out of the way, but Satie ended it in an instant. As soon as the wins and losses are announced, they come off the stage on a small run. And naturally I was listening to the conversation, and I started to go on.

"If you mean it, Master Masaru is stronger than me."

Francesca laughed lightly with her nose, "You can say anything with your mouth," that Satti said.

"But if you want to prove it, you can do it again."

It seems like he tried to fight a lot as he said from above that he could do it.

But I don't really want to do it with magic. Attack magic is too powerful for a game. Even an air hammer can crush a rock if I'm serious right now. It's not good magic to use on a human opponent.

"If I beat Lady Francesca, that should prove enough."

"Hmm. So what if we don't win?

Francesca looked at me, and Satti looked sorry for me, too.

I don't even want to move on, but if I run away here, Satie will be ashamed of me.

"I'll deal with him then."

So when the conversation was over, Francesca went to the other side of the stage with satisfaction.

"Um, I'm sorry. I can't forgive you..."

"If Satie wins, that's fine"

"Yes!"

Well, win or lose, it's just a game. Whatever the outcome, it will be a good experience.

But if there are many opponents whose swords do not work this way, it may be time to explore a battle that combines magic and swords for interpersonal use.

Will, do you want to experiment with the other guy when you get home? It's going to be an affordable practice opponent if you swing your skills near a warrior.

The next game started. There are two games left in the first round.

It was only the finals today and the elf seats were full of people, so I decided to stay on stage and support Satie. Satti procured me a chair from somewhere.

Watching the game, they told me what happened at the end of my game.

Further pursuit where I fell. It was something I ate decently where I was completely unconscious, so I was slapped on stage like a doll or something, and it seemed like a pretty bad sight for my heart.

Game three is over.

And the last game of the first round. Giganto Borzola, with a giant (Giganto) street name and a human separated body, takes even more than Mr. Lazard's head. He's a clean man and one of the winning candidates.

On top of the giant, the skill and long movement were quite quick. Power is now the number one tournament in the official announcement. Last year, Francesca won to win, but the story is that she took a terrible long time to defeat.

The finals will probably be this guy.

All four games of the first round were over. The long gladiator tournament will also be left only with the semi-finals and finals.

Watch Satti move her body lightly in the privileged seat by the stage.

I'm in the mood, but I don't feel like wasting it. Calm down. It's not like me.

A voice came from the referee. Francesca takes to the stage, with a loud cheer.

"I'm coming, Master Masal"

The game started.

Satti set it up. They're not going to do everything in their power to see how it goes from the start. But Francesca also outmaneuvered Satti's attack, and a dizzying offense was launched in the center of the stage.

Fly back and forth on both sides to take the distance. Immediately he jumps in again and his sword is exchanged over and over again as he switches bodies.

The battle style is only close and the offense meshes well, resulting in intense meetings. I don't see either of them as advantageous up to this point, but there's got to be a minute for a power sati.

Several times. When I was apart and relative, Satti pulled her strength out of my body all the time.

I knew immediately what I was going to do. It's a good distance and timing to slap.

The casual step, and the lightly wielded sword… Francesca flew away in great measure and took a distance, and was smitten at the inches.

"Your daughter-in-law seems to do it, but Master Francesca is better at it."

Spoken to unexpectedly. It's Borzola. You can see it up close. Now the footwork is light, so it's against the rules.

"Satie's still not like this, either."

I have restorative magic in my wife's hands, and I'm sure she'd be surprised to learn about Satie's power.

Satti doesn't have a brace for strength like I do, but whether it's because of the results of the special training or because of the anger, she's a good mover today.

As I said, Satie pushed it out gradually. I guess the power difference came out on the table.

But the two attackers staggered and took a distance once from neither.

It looked like a hit, but to a subtle extent, whether it was scratched or not, neither side seems to be visibly damaged.

"Huh?" Borzola laughed niggardly at me.

If you think you're going to push Francesca, he says you belong to the Royal Army.

"Sooner or later, you will lead us. Things aren't like those adventurers out there."

It seems that Francesca is also showing a single scale of the large vessel when it comes to command capability. The sword is that arm, the blood muscle, the beauty, the specialty. Feels like we talked a little the other day, seemed to have a good personality, and are you smart enough on top of that? It's like there's no flaw. Charisma.

Compared to that, Satie is with me and some horsebone. The evaluation will have to be overshadowed by strength.

"Look at that."

Satie was at a disadvantage while I was listening to this guy. Feint or something? It is exquisitely untimed from the attack. I'm afraid we won't be able to make an attack.

"What?

Even though the stamina is out, of course, and none of them look like they've taken the damage, Satie's movements are suddenly getting worse.

"You would have done it, too, wouldn't you? Predict and crush the opponent's movements. We're doing that on a more advanced level."

This is too subtle a move, I don't know right away if they're doing it. If I hadn't had Bolzola's commentary either, I wouldn't have noticed. That's kind of you, this guy.

"It moves quickly, but an adventurous straight sword is really easy to read"

It should be terribly difficult to deal with Sati because I could read it...

Speed and power are more important than moves in demonic opponents. Satti has also been doing interpersonal stuff, but I guess that means he's really inexperienced when it comes to that level of offense.

It was not possible to avoid the fact that it was made from a single piece of paper. All still to the point of blurring leather armor, but it might be a little bad.

When the equilibrium broke, it came quickly. When combined, Sati's knee suddenly fell hard.

Don't miss that gap, Francesca's blow is knocked in. The pursuit took a lot of damage.

"When you get pulled at the right time with the force in, this is how you get gutted. That's Francesca's move, too."

I'm not sure in this explanation, but is it like a temper with a sword?

I hear Borzola ate a lot last year when she lost.

"You have a lot of guts not losing your temper right now."

But the disadvantage was obvious to everyone's eyes. Did you fight while I was hiding a bunch of bills? If I were a little stronger, I would have shown Satti more of Francesca's hands.

Ah, I ate again. I wish I could at least use healing magic, but I need a lot of time in Sati.

Satti is completely flirting with Francesca's transformative sword.

Even Sati can't win...

Almost mutually. Sati is supposed to be better at physical abilities, but it doesn't seem that Dada is even said to inherit the name of Kensei.

Despite his disadvantages, despite the many attacks he had received, Satti's will was still undiminished and often devoured by Francesca. The meeting continues quite uninterrupted. Stamina, would you be willing to bring it into battle?

But Francesca distanced me. Satti also flew out tongue-in-cheek to the edge of the stage.

The distance between them was huge, and they opened wide.

Satti is gathering magic. Francesca doesn't move. I haven't noticed.

Sati's recovery magic was activated. Again... slow and fine magic gathered... Francesca, who was breathing, gave a startling look. Looks like Satie finally realized she was using healing magic. I've packed the distance.

But it's too late. The second [small heel] was also activated successfully.

Is Francesca's ability to detect magic low, or has he missed Sati's weak magic because of the abundance of people and magic in the arena? The preconceived notion that there was no way the beast man could use magic in any case, successfully put on the unwary.

You won't be able to fully heal me on two occasions, but this should have made things a lot easier.

But I wondered what would happen, but things are kind of getting better. Satti was responding to Francesca's move. Not by the time you fight back, but you're defensive.

"It seems a little rousing, but you can't just protect it and win, can you?" and Borzola.

"It seems to me that Lady Francesca is in a hurry to finish Satti off."

I'm recovering where I thought I had a complete advantage, and my moves are getting out of the way.

I don't even need to be so vigilant when it comes to Sati's restorative magic, but I guess it sounds like it's after you fight me. If you had resilience like me... you'd want to think about it and settle it early.

The little rush was in Satti's favor.

With no deciding hand, the more time passes, the more the balance tilts towards Sati.

Humans, there is limited time to move at all costs. Francesca's legs slowly blurred and stopped as the two sides remained mutually reinforcing.

Sati is still fine.

"It's from here, isn't it?

Borzola mentioned that.

"Those aren't legs that don't move. I stopped it. It keeps your health warm and looks at opportunities for counter-attacks."

As the saying goes, Francesca solidified her defense as disappointingly as a tortoise. But isn't that the pot that Satie thinks it is?

Satti sets it up relentlessly. Decent to receive a sword trident with the power of Sati, Francesca's sword flowed, and finally Sati's sword captured Francesca's body.

But the flipped Francesca sword also captured Satti. The swords on both sides struck their opponents decently and both stopped moving altogether.

Beautiful match. The two barely stood, but each sword deposited its body with its opponent and did not move. Is the damage heavy or can't move?

"Lady Francesca took it deliberately by shifting her core. Your daughter-in-law will do more damage."

You're probably right, but for Satti's power, Francesca's damage should also be more than assumed. Otherwise we shouldn't stop here and chase.

Neither of us move yet. I'd like to make a recovery here, but I'm pretty skilled at concentrating my magic power in the damaged state. Would Sati be able to do that?

Francesca got in the way, naturally, when Satti started collecting magic. Good thing I was close, I fed him a sudden head-butt. But the helms just hung out with each other, and the chants were jammed but no damage. but more Francesca fists flew in there.

Satti also has fighting skills. I could, I thought so, but my fist struck me in the face, and Sati fell.

When I thought I had a strange way of falling, they were stomping on me. Eggs.

Still, Satti stood up quickly. Reassemble the sword firmly and wipe the nosebleeds all the way.

Francesca keeps her sword in place and is still breathing.

Which is more advantageous or more damaging? I have no idea just watching.

I set it up right away from Francesca. Satti's attempts to gather magic again were immediately disrupted. But this is Sati's invitation not to let Francesca rest.

Francesca's sword wave hardly seemed to fade. But my legs aren't moving anymore. Satti, by contrast, still had plenty of strength. My body is moving a lot. Is Francesca more damaging?

Satti's sword was still powerful, and Francesca's fatigue from seeing it was damaging, but Satti still couldn't push it. Francesca is often outdone.

Is it a difference in experience? The difference between holding the sword for six months and a decade.

Francesca said she has held the sword since the three times. He said he showed more heaven than a child, but last year was the first time he won the tournament. Until then, I guess I've been drinking bitter tannins again and again. The difference was made in the earthen pit.

Francesca outsmarted Satti's attack. Satti's movements finally began to dull as he continued to muck and attack.

Francesca's attacks were precise and efficient, causing damage to Satti from time to time. The armaments were going up to Francesca.

Satti will not try to back down as usual. No matter how far back you go and take a break, Francesca will just recover as well. The situation will remain the same or worse.

Francesca is also damaged and should be running out of strength but I don't see any gaps.

Sati gave me a frightened look.

I guess that's what I thought, unbeatable, to the pain of being stacked and the ineffective attack. My heart is breaking.

Still, Satti was stuck, but his attacking hand was stopping and he was becoming a defensive party.

I got too many attacks. Limits are close. It's bad for the heart to watch.

"Satti."

During a little fight, my voice leaked unexpectedly when the two of them took a few moments. It was just a little twinkle, and normally it couldn't have arrived, but Satie turned her face to the side as she twirled towards me. Eyes on each other.

The faint expression disappeared from Satti and he looked resolute. Keep your face to me.

During the battle, Satti took her eyes off Francesca completely.

I'm not the one who misses such a great opportunity. The one thing that didn't move instantly must have been the cirrhosis drained. But in the end, I think I saw it as an opportunity.

Francesca's sword struck Sati, full of gaps.

The attack from the complete blind spot is sure to hit, that's what everyone thought. I thought I was done, too. But Sulri and Satti fell apart.

Hearing detection? Even with his gaze off, Francesca's movements were completely grasped by auditory detection.

Satti would not have intended to show the gap and invite him at all. But Francesca's posture, emptying an attack that squeezed all his might as a result, collapsed completely and was filled with gaps, falling to the stage after Satti's counterattack.

The victory or loss of the referee was announced by confirming Francesca, who did not even move.

Satti raised his sword.

"I did it, Master Masal"

Yeah, well done, Satie. That's how I shrugged. My voice would have arrived right among the big cheers.