I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Fran, did you sleep well?

"Mmm..."

You still look like you're sleeping while you eat your breakfast mushy. Though I admire that you are half asleep but can't stop moving the spoon.

"Today, it's finally Game 1 of the Final Tournament"

"Mmm..."

You're always right. Sounds good. If Fran's eyes were crisp from waking up with this, he'd be worried he couldn't sleep yesterday on the contrary.

I wash my face and head with water as usual and brush my hair dry in a warm breeze.

'Cause it's like Fran's revelation today. I need to be cute.'

"I don't care"

'It's not good.' Cause there's a lot of people out there. '

That's how I set my hair, and Fran finally woke up and seemed to be feeling better. They're imitating me and combing Ursi's hair. Ursi has her eyes narrowed to make her feel good. The quote showed my stomach and started demanding brushing. It reminds me of a little silly golden retriever my neighbor's grandfather owned. At least you have zero wolf feeling.

'We still have a little time to get into the venue, but what do we do?

"Mmm - Master, come here."

'Yeah? What's up?

"Mmm."

And Fran starts polishing me with cloth.

"Come on, it's before the game, so don't be too tired."

"It's okay."

"But no."

"Because I'm not the only one"

"What?"

"Disclosure, not only because of me, but also because of my master. Have a look at a good master."

That's what I said, Fran kept polishing me. Should I say thank you, or should I say don't care because I'm Fran's besides? But I felt good about Fran's body polish and soon it didn't matter.

I ended up getting it polished for almost half an hour. Thanks to you, your body is shiny.

"Are you tired?

"Daijibu"

"Well, let's go."

"Mmm!"

The contestants had been assembled in the Adventurers Guild. In particular, Block A is instructed to assemble in the morning as it will be a match from an early hour.

As soon as we arrive at the guild, the attendant will lead us to the holding room. What a finalist they are given a private room on the second or third floor of the guild as a holding room.

There 'll be guys starting fights and skirmishes in the big room. With our franc?

"Fran is in his sixth game, so please wait in this room until then. We are limited to 30 minutes per game, so we think you will have to wait up to two and a half hours"

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"Once the game is over, there will be no problems watching other games, etc., but please refrain from going out until then. If the game unfolds quickly, we can also think of a faster start time."

The final has a time limit of 30 minutes. To avoid daunting game developments and to prevent delays in the operation of the Games.

If no settlement is reached in 30 minutes, the decision will be made. Do you think the judgment will be made by a discerning bracelet that you will be forced to wear before the game begins? It's a magic item that measures the rest of your HP, MP, and damage taken and determines who wins.

"If you need anything, please let the attendant who is holding you back outside"

They do a lot of chores like shopping and preparing snacks. You're dealing with quite a few VIPs just because you're a finalist.

Well, we have most of our stuff in dimensional storage, and I don't have any chores I'd like you to do.

Then, after about an hour of relaxation, the door of the room was knocked con.

"Lady Fran, I beg your pardon"

"Mmm."

"Game 4 has now begun. Next, please move to the playground holding room."

That's a little earlier than planned. I listened to him on the move, and he said World War 1 was a second kill. That's Gododarfa. You don't live up to expectations.

The next two games seemed to be this time because we fought until the 30-minute critical. Again, we all hate to settle in judgment, so it seems that there are many games that can be settled at the end even in games where strength is best friends.

The venue could be accessed through a corridor in the basement of the guild. It would be because traveling on the ground would make noise in the case of popular athletes.

It is still passed to a private holding room. This one is a few steps more luxurious than the Guild's storeroom, with a luxurious sofa and even a duveted bed.

"Game 5 has already begun. In some cases it will be time to get ready."

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

Fran dives into the hookah couch and enjoys the feel of it.

Clarify your ears and you'll hear the cheer of the game. Come to think of it, Radul and Cruz are fighting now, right? Is it the magic of Ladur that can be heard from time to time?

Fran now dived into bed and started hanging out with Ursi. Before the game, but if you're relaxed, no problem.

"Oh, have we got a game?

After a while, I heard such a tremendous cheer that I could hear it even if my ears were not clear. Has there been a battle? I'll try to clear my ears even more. Then a live scream came into my ear slightly.

"Decided -! Overturned the Lower Horse Review, Rank C Adventurer, Cruz took the win -!

Seriously? Huh? Cruz, did you win?

"Master, what's wrong?

They've conveyed my surprise, Fran asks me with a strange face.

"No, it looks like Cruz beat Radul"

"Cruz?"

'Oh, forget it already. Well, no. It's time to get ready. "

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

Shortly afterwards, the conductor showed up and led Fran to the game field. Attach a judgment bracelet along the way. This doesn't seem to be gear handling, and they don't need to remove any other accessories.

The hall is wide and not dim. I spoke to Fran as I headed to the game. If I was nervous, I would have to solve it, but Fran doesn't seem nervous at all. Instead, he walked in a skipping mood in a good mood.

You're not nervous at all, are you?

"Mmm!"

'That's just great. Then it's World War One.'

"Arms squeal"

"Don't come out until Ursi signals, okay?

(on)

Through the aisle, there was a stage two times bigger than during the second qualifying round and more than ten times the audience surrounding it.

It is impossible to hear it in detail at the earliest possible time, the cheer of doh pushes over like a waterfall.

"Mmm."

Fran was holding her cat ear down with a petan to flatter her face.

"Are you all right?

"...... hmm. I'm used to it."

Good. Too good an ear is a thought, too. Higher hearing, that's what makes a Royce like an animal? It was so loud that I was worried.

"Come on, Final Tournament Block A, player in Game 6! Player number 11. The youngest Rank C adventurer we're talking about, who showed strength in qualifying that doesn't fit that cute look! Demon Sword Girl Fran!

As you are invited to live events, Fran ascends the stage slowly in his footsteps. Opponents were already waiting there.

"Mm."

Fran's face, which captures his opponent's appearance in his sight, tenses strongly.

"For that, player number 12. Leader of the mercenary regiment" Blue Pride "! Sounds like the lead stock for the Blue Cat Clan! Blue Strike Zephmate!

Yes, they were the Blue Cats. Besides, if I asked you about the reality, you'd say you're the leader of the blue pride regiment. Fran stared at Zephmate with a sharp gaze and quietly pulled me out of his back.