Kujonin

I got up in a hurry before the sky began to whiten, and I did a thousand gestures at the well behind the inn.

Today is the day of the tournament.

Marina Port's arena was crowded with people. Young and old, people of different races are rushing in and waiting for the tournament to begin.

From now on, I felt a lot of blood when I thought I could hit my strength with all my strength.

Sometimes you don't know what strength is or what it is for. Still, I wave my sword. I asked the sword for answers. Shake it, shake it, keep shaking it, and the title that came with it was "Sword Demon".

You can hear the waves of blood flowing through your wrists. On the left wrist, there is a Misanga that Naoki put on for me.

Naoki is a really strange man.

Defeat multiple Weyburns in the magic circle and negotiate with the Red Dragon. Despite their much higher level and skill, some of them are not aware of their strength.

I think Naoki has grown stronger without looking for strength. I don't feel like it's getting stronger when it's needed. We've been traveling together for days and we still don't know what strength it is. However, it is certain that it is not moving with the same thoughts as people.

The Couvenia Adventurer's Guild test did not deal any damage to Naoki. The blade did not stand as if it were slashing a hard rock. The result of the match fainted without even realizing that he had been beaten with a sword. It was a complete defeat.

I am weak. But I have no choice but to hold my sword. Throwing away my shame and appearance, I followed the man who defeated me.

I think I spent a lot of time with Naoki, even though it was supposed to be just a few days. I just want to know how strong I am now.

The cabin of the tournament. There was no ceiling, and the blue sky was spread overhead.

The first game has already begun. Battle Royale with twenty contestants.

It's the second game that I'm competing in.

I heard the audience. The Voltage in the Arena seemed to be rising steadily.

Be aware of your gradual concentration. I could hear the cheers coming from the arena from a distance. Even so, I could hear the sound of a flying bird monster loudly.

I can see the shadow of a bird with the sun on its back.

The man standing in front of me spoke slowly. It's too late to hear what you're talking about. Reaching out, he waved away, and the man left the room holding his arm.

When you look at the players around you, every player moves slowly. It's a condition that occurs when you are extremely focused, such as during training. I am slow to move other than myself. I once grabbed a leaf that fell from a waterfall. I call it a zone and have been in this state several times in the past. It usually happens when you use your body hard, but I didn't think it would happen in the arena. I hope it stays this way until the match.

GOOOOOOO!

The sound of the bronze horn rang, and the first round was over.

Seriously ill athletes being transported. Those who dropped their shoulders and wore tired faces walked through the dressing room and out of the arena. No one has a light footprint. It was a loser.

The second game.

It started with the sound of copper but the athletes' movements were awkward because of tension.

I can't even feel the murder.

Honestly, I was more excited when I encountered Weyburn's herd, and more hopeless when I heard the Red Dragon roar.

The battle has come to an end. The rivals fell before we could hit them with all our might.

Was I stronger than I thought?

Ten gold coins will be given as a bounty.

I wonder if you're running out of faces.

I was whispering when I received the bounty. The uncle in the mask of the tournament management committee opened his eyes and looked over here,

"Did you say something?"

I heard that.

"No, I thought I was in a privileged environment... nothing."

I had no choice but to tell the management committee of the tournament. When I traveled with a monster named Naoki, I became even stronger.

"The match is not over yet." There's going to be a tournament for the winners! "

There are Battle Royale matches from the first to the eighth, with eight winners playing in the tournament.

As I headed to the winners' cabin, the tournament management committee member whispered, “I'll wash my neck and wait at most.” Apparently, he's betting on a player.

Tournament matches are subject to wagering, with different multipliers depending on popularity.

It seems that I am not popular because I am a female warrior. The name of the sword demon didn't even reach Marina Port.

All eight players compete in the tournament before noon.

At the lunch break, dinners are served in the boardroom, and players can eat whatever they want to compete in the tournament. I didn't eat because I wasn't particularly hungry. One of the athletes who had lunch complained of abdominal pain right away, so I'm glad I didn't eat it.

One person complaining of abdominal pain was absent, and the tournament was played by seven people.

The first fight was a wizard with a bandaged face and a hood.

It was said that he was a songwriter, but before he could use his magic, he fainted and collapsed when he closed the distance and hit the trap with the handle of his sword.

I thought if I fell down, something would be set up, and I watched it, but the bronze thread came off and the match was over.

The second round was a fat merchant-style man who won with seeds and used poison fog and whips. When I hid my figure by light magic, a man sprayed poison fog around himself and inhaled the poison and killed himself.

The final was a young swordsman who would not give up.

The Young Swordsman was perhaps putting a cure under his nose, and he stood up no matter how many times he defeated it. The audience rose to their feet even as they threw and struck. No matter what I think about the difference in strength, I'm taking the flow of the venue with me. The young swordsman knew how to fight in the arena.

I deliberately made a gap and decided to let the young swordsman attack me. When the young swordsman's tip approached before his eyes, his sword stretched a little. I twisted my head, but apparently it was the backhand of the young swordsman. The young swordsman, who had his back torn off, did not mind, but began to use a poisoned knife and a magic wand with a gust of wind. I beat them all down and destroyed them. The audience's cheer gradually leaned towards me, and the young swordsman's expression turned pale.

When the young swordsman's heart was broken, he went around the back and struck the back of his head.

A cheer that just cracked was wrapped around the arena.

After receiving the bounty and boarding ticket, I left the arena with a crowd of people, but I greeted them properly and went back to the inn.

When I entered the room, Teru was about to make a cup of tea.

How was it?

"I won."

"Congratulations."

Thank you

I sat on the bed and laid down my sword.

Looking out the window, a monster of birds was flying high in the sky. As it was, I fell asleep.