I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Well, let's go."

"Mmm."

After we had a good breakfast and checked our gear, we left the inn. Heading there is the game venue.

The militant tournament has already begun yesterday. And today was the day there was Fran's primary qualifying round.

View tournament requirements sent by Diaz. The martial arts tournament takes place for 14 days, with the first qualifying round in the first two days, and it looks like the second qualifying round will take place on days 3 and 4.

Apparently, there are over 1000 participants, and it would take too long to have a one-on-one fight in the qualifying round. For this reason, the qualifying round was Battle Royal in pairs of five. I guess this will reduce people all at once.

Urmut holds annual martial arts tournaments, and because of the large number of adventurers, there are a large number of training and playing fields. Primary qualifiers of more than 200 games can also be digested without problems with those playing fields.

From the second qualifying round, we'll be using a big game field there, and the audience will be able to get in.

After two qualifying rounds, the number of participants is reduced to no more than 50 and the main match is played by 64 additional seed players exempt from qualifying.

For this reason, killing your opponent during a match is not a sin. Apparently, the athlete signs a contract acknowledging that before appearing. That's a noisy world.

However, unlike Earth, they have healing magic, and they have a pretty high potion for you, and they don't seem to die that way unless you die instantly. Well, the primary qualifiers don't distribute healing magicians or potions. Sounds like a policy to get rid of chills and the obvious low-powered. Besides, if you were handing out potions to primary qualifying participants, you'd definitely be in deficit even if you said your guild or lord was sponsoring them.

Also, thanks to healing magic, the tournament seems to be able to take place on a rather unscrupulous date. I can't think of it on Earth, but recovery is for a moment.

"Fran, are you nervous?

"Mm. Go."

What's nervous? Fran snorts cocklessly with a targeted face. I did everything I could (...) do in the last few days. I'm just getting ready.

'At first, I'm just watching. But if they're strong, I'll give them a hand. Is that all right with you?

"Mm-hmm. I want to know how strong you and your master are"

But I guess that means you want to try your own power.

We still have time to start the game, and we walked slowly to the venue. The venue where Fran plays the game was a training ground just beside the Adventurers Guild, so you don't have to worry about getting lost.

I explained the rules to Fran as I walked.

However, since it is a rough tournament, there are no such irregularities. I guess the only thing I have to be careful about is the potion ban during the game. No forbidden sorcery either. Would it be forbidden to do evil magic if I dared? No, I would call it a ban, or an adventurer around the moment I used it would make me punch you in the octopus.

Also important to us would be the rules on summons. Summoning, etc. is permitted if the subject of the summons is not human, but it is a rule that it is not allowed to take him out from the beginning. In other words, to get Ursi out of the game, he said if we had him in the shadows, we could make him look like a summons and call him in. It doesn't say "summons," it says "summons," etc. Apparently, it would be nice if we went through the process of saying we would call from an invisible place.

Other than that, bringing in magic weapons is unlimited, and I don't mind using any magic props. I guess the idea is to say that the strength of equipment, tools, and submissive demons is also within strength.

In terms of winning or losing, I wonder if a player who falls off the playing field will be defeated and if a deliberate attack on an opponent who declares defeat will be treated as irregular.

Fran is eyeing Soissois and the stall as he walks, but he's not going to eat just before the game.

"Fran, you can eat as much as you want when you're done, so bear with me."

"Mmm."

Meanwhile, I'm still looking at the flirtatious and dewy store. Because of the start of the martial arts tournament and the increase in the number of outdoor shops, they all look delicious. I also know you care about Fran.

That's more eye poison than that. I told Fran to hurry to the guild, but he stopped in front of it.

"What's up, Fran?

"That."

When Fran looks at those pointing fingers, he has a familiar stall.

"That's a dragon diner."

Yes. The stall of the dragon diner, the opponent who competed in Barbora's culinary contest, was opening in the square in front of the guild. Take a peek, he sells familiar dragonbone soup. It was long-haired blonde Dundee, ex-rank-A adventurer Fermus, who was a seller. No, it's still tannic cool.

"Oh, there he is. Isn't Fran from Blacktail Pavilion?

"Mm. Long time no see"

"Yes, it's been a long time. Are you going to compete in a militant tournament?

"Mmm."

"Really? Good luck"

We have a little more time to get to the game. Fran spent a lot of time talking to Fermus.

I wondered if Fermus would not compete, but what a winner he was when he was younger, and this time he appeared to be from the main game as a seed player. That's former Rank A.

"I'm too old to be tough, but this year is special. You asked an acquaintance to compete. I couldn't refuse him because he took care of everything."

So, this is how you advertise a little until the main battle? It's hard to be a merchant.

Or a messy, powerful rival has emerged. Whatever, dragon killer. They say this is easy to win.

And I could also find out about Barbora's reconstruction. Former Marquis Christon, a former lord, has thrown his fortune and dedicated himself to reconstruction, and he has also been supported by the Adventurer Guild and others, which seems to be going better than originally planned.

And then the orphanage all over Barbora was renovated with Amanda's support, and now you think Mr. Io is waving his full arm? Mr. Io was making all that soup with just some scum vegetables and a little salt. How delicious to create if you have regular ingredients and as many seasonings as you like to use. Maybe they are eating more delicious food than the average household.

Finally, I was told there was a curry boom going on in Barbora. He said that the stall with the name "Ohm Tail Pavilion" was disturbed by the black-tailed pavilion, which was the original one, and that it was a black-tailed pavilion. And they name the store that inherited Master Curry's recipe in every store. Well, it's based on the recipe I gave to the cooking guild, isn't it a lie?

Fran was happy to hear that story, but it's time.

"Fran, let's go."

"Mm-hmm. Time for the game"

"Oh, I'm sorry I held you back."

"Yeah. It's good to hear all about it"

"I'll see you in the main battle"

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"Hehe, you're a motivational face"

Fran's face laughing back at Fermus is a totally battle-loving face. Apparently, it was switched on. I hope I didn't overdo it in the qualifying round.