I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"You won."

"Mmm!"

Fran, who beat Dufour, was heading straight for the viewing seat.

It was a game that ended in an instant, but Fran is satisfied. Same thing happened last year, but I guess I'm still happy to win the game.

"It's a celebration of World War I breakthrough. Let's not be extravagant tonight. '

"Curry?"

"Oops. Let's add a menthi cutlet and an oversized eyeball grill."

"Tonkatsu too!

'All right, all right. Let's put it on a pile. "

"Ooh."

"On!"

At the feet of Fran, who applauds, Ursi only takes her neck out of the shadows and appeals to herself. It's like a wolf's neck is caught between Fran's crotches.

'Cause I get it! Don't just give me your neck because I have your share!

"Off"

Walking like that, there was a man standing across the aisle, a man in 40 shitty shapes.

Immediately after seeing Fran, he opens his mouth in a dignified manner.

"You're the Black Thunder Princess, aren't you?

"Mmm."

"Hmm. Aren't you really a child..."

Fran nodded at the man's inquiry, but passed straight ahead without stopping at all. A man who apparently assumed that Fran would stop for some reason speaks on Fran's back in a hurry.

"Ma, wait!

"Not again. Next game begins"

The winner of the Mordred and Naria match is our next opponent. I would have loved to have watched the game to get some information.

Naturally, there's no way I have time to talk to suspicious people who don't even have a name.

If this were a powerful man, I would have caught Fran's attention. But the man was a less combative miscellaneous fish.

I also did an appraisal, but not very strong. Unique combat skills, but his status is too low.

Because of his skills in intimidation and bargaining systems, he's probably good at negotiating blackmail mayhem by threatening his opponent with words.

It doesn't work for Fran though.

Wait a minute!

A man tried to say something, but Fran accelerated at once and left the man behind. At the corner, kicking the wall does not slow it down in any way, slips past the side of the amazing other passers-by and arrives quickly at the special viewing seat.

"Fran, it's too much."

'Huh. Even so, he must have been the guy from earlier?

I think I've been waiting for Fran on purpose. A messenger from somewhere?

"I don't care. More matches than that."

"Ma, I can't help it."

You can't do something you never ignored, and their attitude and timing were bad. If anyone complains about this, you just have to think again.

"Is the Match Now?"

"Mm-hmm. I made it"

When Fran showed up, there was a slight noise from the people who were in the special gallery. This is supposed to be the official seat, but many of them are new to seeing Fran up close.

That said, no one was forced to talk to me. I guess you know how to manners properly.

On the contrary, there are even people trying to give up their seats.

"You should sit here. You want to see your opponent, don't you?

"Are you sure?

"Oh, my daughter's a fan of yours. If I told him I'd given up my seat, I'd be jealous."

"Thanks."

The influence of the bard was all the way out here.

Sitting in your seat sweet to your words is just the right time. In the field under my eyes, Mordred was just about to set it up.

Against is the bowman girl, Naria. Arrow and release your bow early as you retreat against the approaching Moldred at high speed.

I also found that I raised my bow arm a lot because I gained the skill of rapid fire that I didn't have before.

To the extent of goblins, a powerful bow that causes instant death strikes Moldred's face precisely.

A few arrows had already been grasped in the pull of the string, which was kept at high speed and unleashed. Moreover, the arrow of the aura created by the bow strikes in a slightly deviating orbit from the arrow of the main unit.

I guess this quick-fire and bow move broke through the qualifying Battle Royal. Originally, he had the technology to attack enemies by his side or by his face. With more speed, power and effort, it would have been a considerable enhancement.

Fran sees the growth of Naria, who has been her own student for a short period of time, nodding as impressed.

"Naria, I'm sure I did my best"

"Right."

I guess he continued his blood seeping training even after he crossed into the Beast Nation. The achievements have undoubtedly been demonstrated.

But it still doesn't reach Moldred.

"Spear moves and spiral guards"

"Hey! Is that it?

Rotate the spear at hand and bounce off all the arrows without risk. In addition, he approached Naria all at once as he was. It's already Moldred's distance.

Naria will know about Moldred. He was with us on a boat to the Beast Nation, and he's a famous Rank B adventurer in the first place.

You know you won't be opponent in a melee.

But Naria stepped in from there. He made it look like he was going backwards, and he pushed into Moldred to jump in the forward position.

"Ahhh!

"Hmm?"

The thrown bow and arrow stops the spear movement.

Mordred was also poked into the void, apparently. Naria had generally stepped over the alleged distance between spears and was entering that nostalgia.

There is a dagger in his hand. As Fran mentored on board, I guess the dagger also kept working out.

"Taaah!

Naria's dagger was stuck in Moldred's belly. The blade is buried in a zuppoli and moldred to the root - it looks like it.

But Naria regrets it.

"Melting Iron Magic......"

Moldred had used melting iron magic and had melted Naria's dagger blade. Naria hit Moldred's belly with a bladed dagger pattern.

"That was brilliant."

"Gu..."

Soon the stone bump of the spear, which had been pulled back, hits Naria in the head to prune her consciousness.

"After all, it was Moldred."

"Mmm. Smart."

"Oh, I Didn't Know When I Chanted Melting Iron Magic"

Maybe he was chanting a melting iron magic beforehand as a prep when it came to the melee. Its prudence and its good cover that doesn't enlighten the chant. And technology that just delays witchcraft even during intense combat.

You're the perfect man for the expression clever.