I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Diaz."

"Oh, Fran, you"

Diaz, who woke herself out of bed, greeted Fran with a smile. There doesn't seem to be a back table on that face, but what do you think?

"Is the wound okay?

"Mm-hmm. It's healed."

"Right. That's good."

Diaz, the loser, worries about Fran's health, the winner.

The sight of Abekobe was not strange in this tournament, where the loser is fully recovered by the shaking cage of time.

No, Fran's wounds are already completely healed, too. Apparently, the regenerative inhibition effect of Diaz's demon sword will still expire in minutes. Playback started soon after the game.

Especially glad the nose wound healed. In the future, we may also need the strength to counter our ability to disrupt such healing.

Mr. Annunciation said if you raise the level of life magic, you'll also get a technique that will eliminate inhibition. Maybe I should get it.

In keeping with that, there was another thing I was wondering about.

"Hey, have you been disregarding and damaging the Dimension Shift with magic props or something? I hope Diaz doesn't want to teach...... '

"I don't mind anything, Master. That's the effect of my skills."

'Skills?'

I don't think Diaz's skills had space-time skills?

"Check me out."

"Ah, oh."

Let me be sweet with your words and appraise Diaz, but I still don't have the skills to stand out.

"Are you hiding it with an appraisal jam?

"No, no, I'm not. Skills of Odd Arts."

"Huh? Odd?

"Oh. Raising the level of this skill will give you a slight space-time capability. It has only really weak effects, such as the transfer from hand to hand and the transmission of a part of the body."

Odd, can you even do that? Apparently, it wasn't just a skill on the extension line of the magic, it was a skill to use magic to perform miracles. It seems that the use of that oddity will also make it possible to attack for anti-space-time magic.

Fran remained silent the whole time I was talking to Diaz like that. He's listening to us, slightly on top of each other.

And when the conversation had reached a paragraph, he looked up as if he had decided to. Look straight into Diaz's eyes and open his mouth.

"... angry?

"Ha, that's no way. As strange as I am, I feel good."

"... yes"

Diaz, who tells him so in a calm voice, sits upright on the bed. That's a strange look.

"The bet is your win. I will never avenge Zero Thread again."

And bow your head against Fran to sit down.

"Fran, thank you for beating me."

When that face, which had been lowered for a few seconds, rose again, there was a sunny smile.

"I went to win for real. And I lost to you."

"Mmm."

I can see that. There was absolutely no sign that Diaz was doing anything wrong.

"More, maybe we should regret it. But for some reason, I don't feel that way at all..."

"Why?"

"Come on? I wonder why? Neither do I. I'm not sure myself. It's just, is there something like liberation?

I've lived for decades with resentment for the former Beast King and remorse for failing to protect Chiara. If that thought cleared up somewhat, it would be liberating and natural. Maybe that means something like heavy stone could have been taken.

"Chiara in my memory has always been a rare face. She always fought. But now I feel like you're laughing at me. With a sweet face."

Diaz said so, smiling with a gentle face.

"... Come on, you should go now. It's gonna start the next game, right? Be your next opponent. [M] I need to see it."

"Mm-hmm. Okay. But is Diaz okay? Diaz also fights third place against those who lose"

"I'm fine. I have a job as Gilmouth."

So he laughed, and Diaz sent out Fran. I don't think we're staffed enough right now, and I guess Diaz can't be slow.

Fran snaps a potpourri as she walks toward the guest seat.

"Diaz, I was laughing."

"Right."

"... good"

"Oh."

I guess that "good" was good for all sorts of things. Diaz doesn't hate me. Diaz is free. Win a bet with Diaz. Diaz was laughing.

For me, it's not going to be bad for Fran.

'Come on, let's hurry to the guest seat.' Cause you're never gonna miss the next game. '

"Mmm."

'I hope you have a seat...'

Hilt VS Nighthardt. Without Fran or Diaz, it's not a strange combination even in the finals.

When we show up in the guest seat, our gaze from the surrounding area pierces. They seem to be holding each other back, and there's nothing to talk about.

In the meantime, there were brave men who raised their voices.

"Sister! Here it is!"

"Caitley."

Oh, my God, Caitley was securing Fran's front row seat. Let the servant who was next door stand and give up his seat.

I'm going to ask you to give me a hand here. Don't hesitate, it's not like you can get seats.

The game hasn't started yet. Because it took me a while to fix the stage we messed up.

Now Hilt had just appeared in the arena. It would be just the right time.

"It's gonna start soon."

"Mmm!"