In a Different World with a Smartphone

Six contestants were scraping "Shinobi" on top of the arena.

Attack, protect, flaunt, receive, poke, slaughter. Eventually he falls down with one, one more.

Those who fall on the spot and pass out are immediately transferred off-site, applying restorative magic to the nurses who had refrained from doing so.

That arena has various tricks in place to protect the lives of the contestants. That off-site transfer is one of them.

The last two people left cut together. An adventurer with a sword and a young man with a sword.

Whoever the young man is, it's Eight Brothers, Nine Eggs Here, Seitaro and Jutaro.

The contestants' weapons are loaned here. But even though you're pulling a blade, if you eat such a big sword, it can be good, fractured, or worse, dead.

Well, it's possible to recover if you don't die instantly, and if you decide it's really dangerous, the referee, Sister Blade, will stop you.

Shigetaro retreats as he flickers through the sword he wields.

Seems like the Great Swordsman is pushing it more, but I think that's looking at the timing, and the moment I thought about it, Mr. Shigetaro suddenly stepped forward.

A knife released from a lightning-like step accurately captures the target's torso.

Don! and at the same time a shock sounded, the Great Swordsman fell forward and moved off-site.

"That's it! G-block winner, Yotaro Kue!

Cheers and applause are sent from the audience in response to the voice of the referee, Sister Blades.

When Mr. Shigetaro thanked him on the spot, he descended from the arena, which was about a meter high, and left for the contestants' office.

"You won in jeopardy."

"My brother can afford that."

Yae nods proudly, yeah, to the words Yumina leaked.

Me, Yumina and Lou, who came to watch the martial arts tournament qualify, joined Yae and Hilda, who were already in the audience at the venue.

The qualifying tournament seemed to be going well, with nearly half of the main contestants set. Due to the high number of contestants, the qualifying round has become Battle Royale, but this is exciting.

"The Knight of Restia King... Mr. Reinhardt missed the qualifying round, didn't he?

"My brother would have been an A-block, so early. Wouldn't you be watching the game downstairs by now?"

Point to the first floor of the match venue, where Hilda is a Colosseum-type arena, with a modem room.

Oh, well. Depending on the combination, can Yae and Hilda's older brother fight each other? Which one should I support? It's moonlight, but I can only say good luck with both.

"Of all the people I know, who's breaking through the qualifying round?

"Leggles' Knights of Gaspar and General Leon of Belfast, and then there's our Horse Farm Hall."

Is Horse Farm's grandfather still winning... I wish I wasn't too old to do it.

Even if you're old, you mean you're one of Shiteno Takeda?

"Dear Winter Night, is that..."

Find Hilda's discerning face among the next H-block qualifying contestants standing in the arena in the direction indicated by Hilda.

Floating red copper-colored skin with pointed ears and scaly patterns. Thick tail on two corners stretched from the head indicating he is a dragon tribe.

"Sonia was out, too."

A female dragon warrior. He is an adventurer and we met in the "Rite of the Cutting", a martial arts tournament in the Great Tree Sea, and in the Euron after the collapse, he is among those who hunted down the false Emperor together.

After defeating the Fake Emperor, he's in our dungeon or something, and he's acting as an adventurer, so is it any wonder he's in this tournament? They were originally traveling the world to train in martial arts.

That means the other Lotus Moon "Lenzi" is in, definitely. I thought of the face of a skinhead barber. He said he was in martial arts training, too.

While I was thinking about that, the game started in the arena, and the riots were going on in no time.

An axe man attacked by Mr. Sonia receives a decent gauntlet fist and is skipped to the critical point on the game field.

I thought I had managed to stay, and the axman was suddenly blown off-site by an even more invisible shock from the front. Of course, it would be disqualified if it fell off-site.

Sonia, what is your specialty in "Ha Kai"? It's a pain in the ass flying from mid-range.

In the end, H-Block decided to compete in the main battle at Mr. Sonia's private stadium without risk. As the same militant, General Leon of Belfast is out there, but I still wonder if the General is better up there...

Well, the battle is luck of the hour, and I don't know until then.

"The Awkward also wanted to compete..."

"Me too..."

"Hey, for once, we're backup personnel for when something goes wrong, so don't get distracted, okay?

Hachi and Hilda, who all leaked a sorry voice, laugh bitterly and draw attention.

Most of all, this is like Pre-Construction, and these two, and Else, are a little afraid that if they all turn up, it will be difficult.

It's just so much God's favor. Sometimes Brunhild can be monopolized from first to third place if it sucks. That would be boring as a festival. I don't like it when people think you're eight hundred.

"The martial arts tournament looks fine for now, so let's go around elsewhere. Speaking of which, the cherry blossoms at school..."

And when I tried to tell everyone about the recital, the reading jumped in from one of the summoners releasing all over town.

"... sorry, I could use some urgency"

"Huh?"

He left everyone behind and moved right outside the arena on the "Momentary Move" Teleport.

I moved into the shadow of the building, so it hasn't made a scene. Stay right next to it, out on the busy town boulevard with the crowd.

I saw a man with a black bandana scratching the mess and walking this way from the front. Behind it, an amber rat follows him with a chorochoro. This is him.

I stand in front of a bandana man silently. [M]

"Ah? What about Temeye?

"Can I have my nostalgia back?"

"... I don't know what you're talking about"

"You have it, don't you? Give me the purse I took from you."

Chip, and the bandana guy took the knife out of his pocket, not his wallet, when he punched his tongue, and he stuck it out for me. I wish I'd run away right away, but apparently he's retarded.

Smoke the approaching knife, take its hand and twist it up outward. The man took the knife off and crawled to the ground in an arm pain bent in the opposite direction from the joint.

"Guh!? So, Temee! What the fuck!

I don't know what to do with it. Pull your wallet out of the pocket of the man you assembled. There came out a purse made of fabric that looked expensive, unlike this one from the chimps.

According to your report, rat, this guy just pulled it out of the traveling merchant's pocket. I happened to be nearest, so I flew in to get him.

After a while, a bunch of our knights came over who heard the noise and arrested him again.

In the beginning, it was my wallet. I was confused as to whether there was evidence that I had stolen it, but after revealing my identity, I read your memory with the memory recovery magic "recall", and when I showed the moment of the crime as a video, I noticed and quieted down.

After I saw the knights take the man who pulled the sleigh to the storeroom, I decided to return the purse I had in my hand to its original owner. There was a cool amount of money in there, so I guess the owner is in pretty trouble.

Fortunately, I remember you, rat, so I know who you are.

I did a map search and found it light. I think I'm in front of the stall a little further, so I'm just going to give it back.

Coming to the front of the stall early enough, a merchant-style little fat man and an aunt who looks like a buckwheat stall owner are arguing. Rat, I didn't know because your memory footage was monochrome, but the clothes that were clustered in the merchant's body were costumes that had a lot of red when I did it. You're another flashy merchant.

"What do you mean you don't have any money! If you were going to eat away from the beginning..."

"No! I was missing my wallet! Did you drop it or" su "it..."

Oops, looks like he's running out of wallets and about to eat and drink pennies. That was dangerous.

"Excuse me. Is this the wallet you lost?

"Huh? Oh, my purse!?

Speak from behind and give the merchant the purse he was holding. Apparently, there's no doubt about it.

When I told the lady husband of the stall how things were going, and explained that I had never been offended, he was convinced to accept the price from the merchant.

"Thank you. Thanks for your help."

That's what the merchant says and bows his head. I've had one thing to worry about since I first saw this merchant. [M]

The same goes for the red costume, but it looks like a turban wrapped around my head, black-bearded, forty years past and just wide, I said the Arab "merchant," but what caught my eye is the color of that skin rather than the outfit.

Even more red skin than Sonia's skin, a dragon tribe. Can I even say red people? Hey, this guy...

"You're a little, red folk... in the Arcana tribe?

"Oh? You know my clan?

I knew it. An ancient tribe that made red a sacred color. He sealed a fraise in the former King's capital basement in Belfast, leaving behind a mysterious secret letter. A mysterious clan that they also visited the ice country of Elphrau about a thousand years ago. I guess this merchant is his descendant.

"If you're an Arcana, I'd love for you to see something."

"Hmm?"

I retrieve a few pictures that had fallen into "storage". The first time we encountered a fraze, a secret text depicted on one side of the wall that we copied back then.

This guy might be able to read a little.

Look at the pictures handed to you and the red merchant roars as he thinks.

"This... is a secret letter that has long been passed down to the Arcana tribe. Few people in my family use it now, do they?

"Can't you read it after all"

"No, I can read it. This letter was taught to me because my grandmother was a family witch. Now there won't be five of us, including me, who can read it."

Is that so little? At the same time this letter is an ancient one, it may only have been used when describing something sacred or important. Probably not the letter I used on a daily basis.

"Uh..." Our Red People show here. A flock of shining demons, coming from holes in the demonic realm, sacrifice folk grass. When the king's capital perishes, he obeys the king and strikes two little knights, black and white, against the devil at the end of time and space, plugging the holes of the demonic realm, and leaving somewhere. At the end of a long time, if the demon realm is not to be drilled again, the demon will be destroyed, thus leaving the demon wreck here. Never mind life, never mind "…"

I twist my neck once more to what you read. [M]

A shining demon would mean Frase. I think a demon hole is probably a rift in the junction.

But what the hell is a black and white knight?

"Where did you get this?

"It was left in a small ruin in the basement of the old king's capital in Belfast."

"I see... I heard that a long time ago, in the land of Belfast, those who separated from our clan had emigrated. They may have left it behind."

The assault on the old King's capital in Belfast more than 1000 years ago, the Flaise. That ruin was made at the hands of the Red People, the Arcana, to tell future generations about that time. But for some reason it was buried in the darkness of history and decided there wasn't...?

That may have been the king's instruction at the time, or it may have been forgotten over the years. No, maybe the red folk used that abandoned basement alone to seal the frays...... But that's not the problem.

Perhaps what is written here is true. Frays attacked the king's capital, and the capital was in an unprecedented crisis.

There are certain those who defeated it or drove it back.

Black and white knights. Those two are the keys. Although I have trouble deciding if it was Golem and the user called from the "back world" or if it was really a pair of knights.

I wonder what it is. You have all the pieces of the puzzle, but it feels like you don't know how to arrange them. I still have to go back to "Behind the World" again?

"Thank you. Thanks for your help."

"No, welcome. This money was the money used for this purchase, and it almost damaged me. Let me thank you once again"

It seems that the Red People, the Arcana, flowed and gained a restful place on an island floating between the kingdom of Hannock and the demonic kingdom of Zenoas.

Locally, it seems to be an island near Zenoas, where the Demons live together, he said.

Merchant...... Mr. Pornga left that island when he was young and entered the business path, and now he seems to be a one-man merchant touring the world. I also came to Brunhild only available here, seemingly to purchase a rare product.

If that's the case, and I introduced Mr. Pornga to Mr. Orba's Strand Chamber of Commerce. There's a lot of rare stuff there.

That's how I broke up with Mr. Pornga, and I remember his words earlier once again.

"Two knights...... hey"

Hmmm...... no, I still don't know. Let's just put it behind us.

"Oh, there he is. Winter Night!

Turning to his called voice, he scratched the crowd waves and almost came as Yumina and Lou waved their hands this way.

"You know this place well."

Though nearby, the two came right ahead of the "instant move" Teleport. I wondered about that, so I asked them, and they both look at each other and tilt their necks small.

"Hmmm...... I don't know why, but you know more or less where Mr. Winter Night is lately. They say the same goes for Mr. Lou..."

"Somehow, but this way, I think... everyone else feels the same way."

Hey, what's that sensor! Is this one of the family affects!?

Maybe it would be possible to do that if you had a stronger connection with me. I guess it's the same kind of force that's equipped for the ambers and stuff.

But it's not a bad idea to make sure your daughters know where you are? I can't even do one of the cheats! No, I won't!

"What about Yae and Hilda?

"They're going to keep watching the martial arts tournament. Mr. Else will be here later."

Ma, would that be the case with our militant threesome?

Needless to say, militants are Else, Hachi, and Hilda. Lindsay, Leanne, Cherry Blossom are the sorcerers, and the rest of Yumina, Lou, and Su are the royalists? No, Hilda and cherry blossoms are royal though.

Then we toured the cherry blossoms recitals, enjoyed the awesome moves of the traveling street performers, and punished the drunks who stormed out of the daytime.

That was impressive that the Demon King was speaking with impatient force to his children at the recital. Why do you speak in such a wicked tone? Some kids got scared and cried, and the Demon King was so pissed off by the cherry blossoms.

It was getting evening when I realized it, so I decided to head back to the chess venue. Isn't it time for the finals?

When we arrived at the venue, all four of the large monitors installed reflected the same opposite station. Apparently, the finals are starting.

"Uh... oh, King Parouf and Mr. Doran? This is amazing."

Some of the audiences around him leaked surprised voices.

Ernest din Parouf, the young boy king of the kingdom of Parouf. He seems to use a pseudonym here and call himself El Pulse.

The effect of the badge I gave you would make everyone else look completely different from me, but my age should remain the same.

Only a 10-year-old boy mingled with adults and survived to the finals. That would surprise you.

"Definitely that kid is a genius too... It's Rachel from Itoko, two horrible people."

When I looked at the audience, I saw Rachel watching her fiancée's boy. Around you can also see the Paloof Guard.

Rachel keeps sipping and watching. Hourly fold, he seems to be asking his father, the Duke of Rembrandt, who sits beside him, to explain the opposite station. I guess I'm still worried.

Knowing or not the feeling, the boy king was concentrating his whole nerve on the pawn on the board.

Opponents, the owner of Leaflet's Inn "Silver Moon," and Mr. Doran also used to stare at the pawns on the board by making even tougher "Kai" faces. Wow...... If you're a normal kid, why don't you just run away?

The pawn had already turned gray and the time limit was imminent. Then Mr. Doran's hand reaches out to the pawn and "silver" moves diagonally to the right.

The next moment, the boy king frowned and began to contemplate. Mr. Doran flips the hourglass next to his desk. The color of the pawn is undone. Now it's the boy king's turn.

"Which one is winning?

"Hmm, from what I've seen on the plate, it also looks like Mr. Drun..."

I'll return that to Lou's question, but honestly, I'm not sure. Because it's up to them to decide how they're going to move.

In the free space of the audience, some people are recreating the two opposing stations with pawns at hand and telling them, oh well.

Those who didn't know much about chess also seemed to be swallowed by the serious temper they unleashed.

Even then the pawn turns gray. There was an impending time limit.

King Parouf's hand moves. His "horse", which was on the board, flew diagonally.

The moment the patchouli and pawn are placed, the colour returns again. Now the Boy King flipped the hourglass.

Mr. Doran's face gets even more rugged. Oh, is this the boy king pushing? I don't know. Hmm, starting next year, you might want to let commentators reside on the audience side.

Mr. Doran's pawn, which bothered him to the point of criticism, moves again. In the air of hesitation to speak out "good luck," we could only watch the two of us play serious.