I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Fran. How's it going?

"Mm-hmm. Just"

'All right, all right. Wolsi also wandered through the curry, enough energy charge?

"On!"

From the shadows, I hear a cheerful voice.

Ursi was coming back to us from today. The Sibulas will also be in the tournament, which seems to have made it easier to monitor them. Besides, I guess the Adventurer Guild took into account to give Fran, the participant, back his partner, Ursi.

Fran snorts at my words with the usual expression. I seem somewhat excited, but I'm not more excited than I need.

If this were the case, we would be able to calm down as usual and show our strength to the full.

There was no change in that attitude, even through the aisle and with the loud cheer pouring down from a large audience.

Apparently, from last year's experience, he was also used to the annoyance of cheering. It's normal enough for your opponent to feel sorry for you.

That's Fran. It's too dependable.

In contrast to such a franc, the young man standing on the other side of the stage looked somewhere floating.

"Ku, calm down, I..."

Fran's opponent in Game 1. It was Dufour, a phantom swordsman.

The profession remains a phantom swordsman, but it is more level-headed and strengthens its status and skills than before.

But I guess you're not used to fighting in front of the big audience. It has received more than 10,000 human gazes and has obviously constricted itself.

But with the flan in sight, they switched it on.

The face of Kyodokyo and the young man who was looking around the audience turns into a single warrior. Well, that still doesn't change my complexion.

"Ki, I want to come!

The mecha voice takes a turn. Maybe it's not because of the big crowd that your face is blue, but because of your fear of Fran?

Come to think of it, I've been pretty badly hit last time. Maybe I'm remembering that time. Besides, such an opponent is the opponent of the first war.

I couldn't help but be frightened.

"Long time no see! Come on, not today, not like last time!

"Fran, just nod."

"Mmm."

Even though Dufour is waving his courage and his vanity, he says, "Who?" I feel just sorry for you if you say so.

"Come on, come on! We've done it again this year! Ulmut Martial Arts Games! From Game One, here comes Seeder!

I haven't seen this commentary in a year, either. As always, he will introduce the contestants so that they can stand up quickly.

"Last year, we defeated the mighty man standing side by side, 3rd in dignity! An amazing beast girl with the youngest winning record! It's not Dark Horse this year, it's the 1st seed as a winning candidate! Fravan the Black Thunder Princess!

Shortly after being introduced, an exploding cheer pours down on Fran. It's as if an idol or something appeared, a cheer with a mixed yellow voice.

More than you can imagine, Fran's visibility and popularity were high.

It's only been a year since last year's militant tournament, when Fran was active. I guess a lot of people remember Fran.

Most were voices of support and anticipation.

'I look forward to seeing what kind of surprise struggle you're showing me this year!

Fran stands loosely in what he is accustomed to, but Dufour was visibly wolfed. Again, I seem to recall being seen by a large number of humans.

"For the first time this year, we compete in this game! Rank D adventurer dufour! I'm still a young man, but I don't want to insult you! He is a staunch swordsman who has broken through the qualifying round intact!

The audience will continue to explain the situation. However, cheers were overwhelmingly less than those of Fran, as shown by the popularity of both.

Spectators! Too outspoken! Though it would be manners to applaud both!

But I guess Dufour culminates in so much tension that he doesn't notice anything like that at all. In a slightly impenetrable motion, he pulls out his sword.

First main battle. A bigger audience than you can imagine. Opponents are Princess Black Thunder of Fear. Honestly, it's such a pitiful adversity.

Still, I can appreciate where you don't lose your temper of war. Well, Fran doesn't seem to notice at all.

"? What's wrong?

"Hey, nothing!

"Hmm."

From a franc unrelated to the word tension, I guess I don't understand why it's moving badly.

Fran also mimics Dufour and pulls out his sword. Dufour's eyes, who saw it, were slightly distorted. Obviously afraid of me.

I guess I still remember getting my hands slashed off my legs. What will happen if Ursi turns up with this?

I was a little curious, but I felt so sorry for him that I stopped that.

A cool-faced flan and a blue-faced dufour face each other in the middle of the arena. That contrast alone is a one-shot diagram that shows which is the dominant one.

And the lid of battle is cut.

"So long - here we go!

"Ooh!

Shortly after the game was signaled, Dufour ran into it all at once. What releases is the blow of a horizontal giraffe with all the spirits in it. Of course, my skill, the phantom sword, keeps the blade well hidden.

Before you get attacked, I guess I'll decide. But the other guy was too bad. Fran sensed the orbit of a sword that was invisible by sound, and bent over and passed under it.

"Stupid - guh!

Fran's fist, diving straight into his nostalgia, determines Dufour's belly. In that one shot, Dufour's foot had lost its stomping and his body had collapsed.

"It's growing more than before. But it still doesn't reach me."

"... Damn, dude..."

"If you don't even hide your gaze or something, they'll read your movements. And then there's the foot lift."

……

Seeing the phantom sword finally reminded me of Dufour.

But I don't think Dufour heard. I'm completely unconscious.

"It's overwhelming! It's settled in the first 5 seconds! Looks like you missed a lot! From Princess Black Thunder's Fran again this year, I think I can keep my eyes peeled!