Isekai Tensei no Boukensha

"Royally hosted now, I declare the opening of the 'Martial Festival in front of the Prayer for Victory'!

Words echo in the arena announcing Caesar's opening.

Then a little later, a cheer arose from among the participants lined up in the audience and arena, as if to rock the arena.

The cheer lasted for a while, but when he turned to Master Caesar and the king raised his hand gently, the cheer slowly subsided.

"I also know very well that we can't all wait. This tournament will have the highest number of participants ever, so there will be more matches that look good for it. I look forward to the rest now. And the participants! Unleash all the power you've cultivated! Grab the glory with your hands!

When the king concluded that way, the cheer boiled again.

A brief explanation was then given and once the participants were dissolved.

It is now about 10 a.m. and qualifications for individual fights are scheduled to begin around 11 p.m. after this, except for individual battle participants who left the arena or went up to the audience.

They say there are more than 650 individual battle participants, including me, nearly 200 more than last year.

Since all of those participants cannot enter the modem, it is customary for them to be assembled outside the arena for each qualifying group to wait in order to make all qualifying participants fair.

Up to 32 people have advanced to the main race, of which four who have advanced to the semi-finals in the last tournament have been given seed rights (exemption from qualifying).

However, since one of the winners declined due to an injury this time, up to 29 people can proceed to the main election from the qualifying round.

However, up to two people per group were able to break through the qualifying round. Because this would make it easier to adjust the number of people in the qualifying round, it has now been decided that only one set of qualifying round will have three main entrants as a special rule from the Games.

Previously, they had made adjustments by making seeds in the main election, such as when the defectors came out, or when two people were unable to advance to the main election in the qualifying round and a quota crack occurred.

And whether I was lucky or not, the three of them were assigned to a team that could move on to the main race.

Jin and Garratt had participated in the tournament's personal battle from someone I know, but none of them wore a qualifying team. The Bandit King is not wearing it with us either, and he appears in front of one of my groups.

There are a total of 14 qualifying sets. The qualifiers were divided into two sets of simultaneous events, and my group was the last to appear. By the way, Jin was in the first group, and Garratt was assigned to a group that went hand in hand with my group.

The number of people assigned is 45 except for my group, and only my group is 65.

There is always an attendant in the vicinity of the group, who accepts confirmations of the rules, questions, etc.

When it comes to the rules of qualifying...

1. Any person who does not come to the prescribed place by the start of the match shall be disqualified.

2. Disqualification if the attack was deliberately carried out other than by the same group of participants.

Three, if you fall off-site, you are disqualified.

4, Disqualification when judged by the referee to be unable to continue the match.

5, Disqualification when deliberately attacking a disqualified person.

6, upon death (...) disqualification.

7, disqualification upon instruction of the referee, or against the order.

8, Non-use of items other than weapons and protective equipment. However, items such as bags can be used.

That would be the basic rule, but they would only make an exception if they were found to have failed to follow the rules for good reason.

Seems like there are other detailed rules, but that's about it to watch out for for for now.

"Whoa! I wanted to be there. Ooh, Tenma!"

I was resting at my group's rendezvous point, and Galat, who was in a nearby group, called me out.

"Long time no see, Tenma!

Garratt called me out loud, so the same group of people were paying attention to me... even when it comes to attention, I have one kid who just attends the memorial, who looked like... let's ignore it because it doesn't involve me directly.

I think I noticed Garratt in my eyes around me like that, and he had sympathetic eyes... to the people around him.

"I don't know what to say... it's up to them to see the tenma for the first time. Until you make a fool of yourself and look at your painful eyes... the most painful eyes are the real fools or the second-class ones."

Garratt is whining in such a voice that he can only hear me... well, it seems like my group doesn't have a real prowess. I don't have a choice, so let's make sure that Galat expands as he wishes.

"So, what's it like to be a galat?

"Hmm? Yeah, to the extent that there's a strong guy... the problem is we have a semi-winner from last year, so it's going to be the key to how he moves"

He said he was the one who lost the first round of the main game in the last tournament, even when he said he was a semi-winner last year, and there's not that much difference in strength with Garratt.

"Still have a proven track record...... some of them will arrive first. I think it kicks ass and the riot starts."

As for Garratt's maneuvers, cut through the first turmoil as much as possible without damage, and then battle out! Says, it's a crude thing to call an operation, but it can also be said to be the right way to fight Battle Royale in a way.

The attendant seems to have come to inform us that the first real contestant has been decided while we are talking about that.

"Whoa! Apparently, Gin's guy won it out safely!

The attendant said Jin competed in the main race, and Garratt seemed kind of happy to hear that.

"Sounds like there weren't many wizards in Gin's group. Even if you were there, you'd have been hit intensively in the first brawl."

"Well, a concurrent wizard would do it before he finishes his magical chant... only a concurrent (...), but"

Galat looking at me sideways saying that.

In the meantime, the attendant has also read out the names of the main contestants.

From the reactions around us, apparently, the four main contestants, including Jin, had also advanced to the main contest in the last tournament, so to speak, a well-deserved win.

"I can't lose, either! Let's stick together!

Galat, a little excited, left me with that and went back to his group.

It seems that those in the second half of the group can be free until their group enters, so they crushed their time by appropriately touring nearby stalls and watching the game, and finally heard my group when the sun tilted a lot.

"The final group of participants will gather in the aisle by the venue."

When the attendant called to the aisle, he was lined up on the spot to confirm his name and lead him inside the venue. Of course there was not a single late person or anything like that.

"Then wait here"

The first place I was guided was a modest room where I could peek at the fighting bench, just before the start of the previous set of matches.

One group started with a look at how things were going and quiet, but the other set became a riot early in the start and several participants were being blown away to dance through the universe...... it is the 'Bandit King' who is blowing away the participants.

The Bandit King was kicking his enemies by trying to slap a big axe on their opponents, showing overwhelming strength.

For this reason, space was created around nature and the Bandit King, and no one tried to fight the Bandit King.

When the Bandit King took a step forward, the participants around him took two or three steps back, and booming began to occur from the audience, not to mention because some kind of rigidity could be achieved.

The Bandit King, who boiled his fortune to the participants who showed no sign of ever coming, stuffed him to the front opponent at an unimaginable speed from his stature, fed him a blow of an axe and put a few together and blew him off the scene.

As a result, the atmosphere began to drift from the participants around them, saying that even if they became passive, they would eventually get stuck between them, and not all the rest of the participants went to the Bandit King at the same time.

It seems that the participants are trying to defeat the Bandit King with a number of violence, but they were not the enemies of the Bandit King, such as the U.N. crowd, driven by fear and unable to work together properly.

The UAE crowd reduced the number of people by one of the Bandit King's axes, and eventually all (...) were blown off-site.

The way it was, it felt exactly like a corpse, but there was an atmosphere from the Bandit King, who was just standing alone on the battlefield, that could be taken exactly as the king's style, attracting the audience.

"That's it!

The referee was also a little late in giving an end signal as to whether he was pushed by the power of the Bandit King.

Upon hearing the referee's signal, the Bandit King gently descended the fighting platform and raised it to a modest room in the arena.

Shortly thereafter, a report was made by the referee that only the Bandit King would be eligible to compete in the main race in the current game, and a quota split for the main election was decided.

The audience sent an unbroken round of applause to the Bandit King, but the group that was still going on at the same time was fighting, and the match was less painful than that of the Bandit King earlier, so from the audience, just finish it off, the atmosphere began to drift, and the participants in that group seemed very difficult to do.

In the end, it was the first contestants in the tournament and the first young people in the main race who won the group.

My group was finally called up on the battle bench when the previous group was settled.

When I went up to the fighting table, I glanced at the seat where the Kings were, and there was a crowd of royalty there, and beside the treasurer there was Mr. Missari sitting in a wheelchair.

Keep your gaze moving and look at the aristocratic seat, and somehow you also saw the grandfathers there.

There was not only my grandfather, Jeanne, and Aura, but also my three daughters in Primera... probably even used them in Conne, the "Duke of Sanga House" with Primera.

More than that, I ran out of time to observe the audience. Participants will be randomly placed on the bench...

"The final set of qualifiers, the game begins!

The voice of the referee sounded.

My first opponent was a big man with full body armor right behind me.

Apparently, the man judged me the easiest person to defeat, and he just stuck in without a plan.

"Oh no! What..."

Against a man just barging in, I paid for that foot in a low kick before his stepped foot got to the ground.

As a result, the man was easily falling and slightly confused.

Before the man went back to sanity, I swung my opponent's legs aside at his mercy.

"Buh! Oops! Oops..."

I gradually moved to the central part, which was becoming a turmoil pattern while setting up a 'giant swing' on the man. Occasionally, the participants involved in the swing were blowing up, but the armor of the man who was turning it into my weapon seemed like a medium business, with some snags, etc., but I didn't see any major distortions, broken areas, etc., making it a very good weapon.

Exactly while doing the giant swing. Then the central participants noticed, so I decided to throw down my weapon (man) thoughtfully...... towards the central.

The full-body armored man, freed from me, flew like a cannon bullet, bouncing the participants in the missed center like a bowling pin.

I jumped into the center. The center was full of pock-and-mouth space for everyone to escape from the armored man, and the participants around them watched me jump into that space with a distracted face, but suddenly they glanced at me and attacked me all at once...

"Frozen!

When I froze the surface of the fighting table like a skating rink, the participants who tried to jump at me slipped and had buttocks on the spot.

"Downburst!

This was followed by a downward airflow (downburst) centered around me. If I just let it happen as it is, I will also take damage, so only my place is engineered to make magic adjustments to make sure there is no damage.

With the effect of freezing the downburst and the fighting bench, the participant's body gradually moved in an off-site direction.

The participants are desperately trying to stop, but they all slipped off the fighting bench without being able to do much on the ice (...).

The jury to an audience flattered at the end of it. But the participants will be the ones who don't understand (or want to) what happened the most. Anyway, even though they all fell off the stage and retired, most of them are healthy enough to fight again now, without any major injuries.

In that, I'm still standing alone on the fighting bench. You can't get off the stage on your own because you still don't get an end signal from the referee.

I wanted you to give me a signal, so I turned my eyes to the Kings, not to the jury.

I noticed my gaze. The king slowly rose...

"Judge! It's the end of the game!

I told the referee.

When the referee returned to me in the words of the king, he hurried to give a signal of termination.

When I heard that and tried to get off the stage, the three participants started complaining about the referee.

"Don't be ridiculous! I can still fight!

Among those complaining, the greatest man equipped with lavish armor and a great sword began to scream.

"Can you admit such a result!

"Unless you cheat on something, there's no way that a kid like that could use so much magic! Invalid! This kind of game!

Shouted out beside the man, two men equipped with this luxurious armor again.

But I ignored him and left the arena. I just got off and heard more cursing from the men than from the back, but I walked straight to the modem without worrying.

"Whoa! That kid's getting away with it! Get him!"

The first man to complain shouted that way at the surrounding participants, but the other participants did not move just by sending a chilling glance. On the contrary......

"Guards! Get those three! He is a sinner who defiled the militant festival in front of you!

Soon, the military secretary had descended below the royal seat...... the three participants were immediately held in captivity by the guards brought in by Lyle von Blumeil Crustin.

The three men, who had considerable resistance to the guards at that time, were attacked when they were seized by the guards and had lost their minds when they were tied up.

"Some of those who have lost this game will not have to be as... unconvinced as they are. But including that, they were immature, and they were only good at one. Take this as a lesson and do your best to stay alert for the next time."

On his return, Lyle spoke to the participants in the earlier game. Participants also seemed to understand that in such matches (Battle Royal) there was an end to saying this, and they were on their knees and drooling their heads on the spot.

The audience applauded Lyle for his swift action, and for what it felt like, but also for the participants who had lost and left the arena... but the other set of games was still going on.

While the audience is paying attention to Tenma's behavior, the disturbances of the Three Fools, and Lyle's handiwork, the other group is seeing signs that the number of participants is down to less than a third, and is likely to settle in a little while later.

In the end, it was Galat and the veteran adventurer who won this group...

"Phew... I'm glad you had some Tenma support!

Galat, who had been in the booth a long time after me, said that at the very beginning of the opening.

Apparently, things have been going on for quite some time in the Galat group, but seeing the magic I unleashed, some participants were surprised and confused, which propagated to other participants, and the result was a breakdown into a riot. Moreover, because it was a turmoil in a state of confusion, most participants were defeated without being able to show half their strength.

Why would that lead to my backup? Ask me...

"Huh? 'Cause if it's a tense, there's nothing strange about what you did... suddenly on the other side. Try big magic two times in a row, I think most of them will be surprised and confused. I knew the source best. I was able to achieve my strength without confusion."

Originally Galat was one of the leading players in that group, so if he wasn't able to achieve strength around him, it would be a fair win... I don't know what to say.

An attendant came to us like that and started talking about what was going to happen.

Simply put, Congratulations on your main contest, the combination of the main contests will take place that morning, come without delay, is.

After hearing about it, me, Garratt and the other main contestant just tried to get out of the modem...

"Ah! Just a moment for the Tenma players"

I was pulled over by name.

With me sidelined like that, Garratt said, "Don't go home first because the jinns are waiting," and the other one left without saying anything.

"Can I help you? I didn't do anything wrong with the game."

To my question, the attendant is shaking his neck sideways and denying it with great momentum.

"Eh! I don't even suspect this is illegal! However, a few noblemen who saw the game earlier said to meet with the Tenma players… I would like to ask you to wait a little while as the person above notified me when taking measures to do so."

That's what happened. I said I didn't have enough work to shake off the nobility, but the attendant was in tears, so I decided to wait a little while in the modest room.

Is it about ten minutes to wait? The countermeasure came to the modem where I am (...).

"Did you mean the two of you... Quickly, please"

I went with them to the exit.

Near the exit by then......

"That kid who says that tenma or something is a long time too late..."

"Baron, not much time has passed since the game ended. Probably using a lot of magic, so he's taking a little break."

"Looks like he's after something like Tenma too... you're gonna call the baron's ass before me"

"Please calm down, sir. Even if he speaks first, his husband is above the throne, so you just have to speak to Tenma and do it with a gentle erection... even if you say you have strength, you are a inexperienced young man, you will be happier to speak to your husband, the Viscount, than the Baron."

and other lower nobles talking to their own squire. The nobles who were there would have recently come to the king's capital. Otherwise you should have heard about the rumors of the Tenma from your faction's noble companions.

Tenma appeared from the exit before such nobles.

From where the nobles are, it seems difficult to see the person beside the tenma, and on top of that, it was disastrous that he was only paying attention to the tenma in an attempt to get through the other nobles on this occasion.

The nobles rushed to Tenma's place and...

"These disrespectful people -!

The person next to Tenma gave me a drink.