Legend

Shin, and inside the quiet arena.

Above the stage, Ray looks around the Death Size in his hand, and by chance, two people who were outside the range of Ray's emitted flaming arrows are blinded by the sight that just happened in front of them, gazing at the other participants who are falling flashly on the stage.

I don't believe it. That would be the honest feeling held by the two participants still standing on stage.

Fortunately, the magic that Ray unleashed was significantly less powerful than the usual 'downpouring flame arrows'.

Those who are falling on the stage because of it are also suffering various kinds of burns, large and small, in their bodies, but no one is dead.

"... I think that's the end of this qualifying round, what's going on? You mean do it yet?

Ray's voice echoing in silence.

The referee who hears that voice finally returns to me to proclaim it aloud.

"C-block qualifying is over! The main contestants shall be Ray, Aust and Dolph!

The voice of the referee echoing within the arena.

So I guess the others finally returned it to me. At first it was small and gradually began to cheer loudly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

As the cheer rings, the competition's management committee brings the fallen participants out of the stage after about 30 people rise on the stage.

Coming down from the top of the stage, traces of burns, which were also miserable to see, are lightly extinguished.

But still, the number of people who can wake up and walk right on the spot is small.

Body wounds can heal, but heart wounds can't heal. That was appearing as it were.

'Wow... what the hell is this! This is Deep Red, this is Deep Red, this is Deep Red! I've been doing this for years too, but I rarely see flashy attacks so far in qualifying!? Honestly, I personally have a lot of subtle thoughts, but I have to admit this strength alone. I can only say that the other two qualifying passers were lucky in many ways. This qualifying, when I finished, proved that Deep Red's prowess had been demonstrated and he had not lost his name to the aliases! I mean, I don't know why there were rumors going around about being a giant or something!

I guess I was excited to see Ray's magic too much. Ray leans his neck unintentionally to a live voice screaming with no more high tension.

Surely my magic was all kinds of flashy. But I still don't think anyone can use the same kind of magic that I just used, so I didn't know why I could have it so far.

I guess I saw Ray's question like that. Of the two players set to compete in the main battle, one of them...... a man with Halvard in his hand speaks out to Ray.

"You look strange."

There's nothing like hostility or confrontation about that way you've been calling out to Ray.

Don't you have anything to think about the name Deep Red, or just don't put it on the table?

Either way, the man with the halvard continues his words with a grin on his mouth.

"It naturally takes chanting to use magic. But if you do that in this crowd, you're usually crushed by a guy nearby. Considering that, either you don't use magic as much as possible in the qualifying round, or you use it as short as you can chant... I mean, the market is for something that's not very powerful. And you used some fancy magic, didn't you?

"I see."

He told Maust to hold a dagger as a countermeasure when approached, but Ray nodded knowing that it might still be difficult to cope.

"Whatever. As far as I'm concerned, thanks to you, I've decided to compete safely in the main battle, so long as I'm happy. Look, the guy over there said something, too, right?

Ray follows the gaze of a man with a halvard, noticing a man staring at himself.

Strong, caged gaze of power. But I can't feel any malice.

……

As we gaze at each other silently for a few seconds or so, we eventually end up bringing out the other participants who were falling on the stage, and the referee approaches the three.

"This concludes the qualifying round. When it comes to the main game, I'm sure you'll contact your home again after all the blocks in the qualifying round, but when you deliver the appearance, you clearly specify where you're staying?

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine"

That's how a man with a halbad answered the word of the referee, and the man who was gazing at Ray nodded silently when he looked at the referee.

Ray also snorts back that he won't have to worry because he's coming as a member of the Dusker line, although he's appeared through the Chancellor after the deadline for participation in the Martial Arts Games again.

The referee who finds out that the three of them have no particular problems opens his mouth to confirm.

"I'll let you know, if there are any changes to the accommodation along the way, please inform the staff of the Arena and the management committee of the Martial Arts Convention. Now, this concludes Preliminary Block C. Preliminary Block D will begin soon, so if you need anything else, make sure it's done outside of here."

I guess I'm too busy. Tell the Rays briefly, and the referee will leave intact.

Then I dropped him off, and Ray tried to get off the stage again, too, then.

"Next... unbeatable"

I was staring at myself until earlier… or the voice of the man I was staring at was heard as bossy.

If you try to be the man you've been working out to compete in this martial arts tournament, it would have been humiliating to decide to compete in the main battle with Ray's pity - or luck.

(You're young)

The man with Halvard squeaks in his heart by accident.

Whatever the history, I have no particular complaints about myself more than I have had the results.

But I wonder if that man who won the qualifying round, just like himself and Deep Red, is different.

"Well, then I'm looking forward to winning the main battle"

That's all Ray tells him, gets off the stage and leaves.

They said that all together with the two men who would drop it off decided to compete in the main battle, where clear winner and loser diagrams existed.

"Look, it's your cut"

What Elk gave me with a laugh was gold or silver coins in a bag.

It's the money Ray got by giving Elk and betting on himself.

"... again, that's more than I expected."

To Ray, who looks at the contents of the bag and whines, Elk exhales and nods naturally, and Dusker, who was next to him, opens his mouth.

"You knew there was a person named Ray among the participants, but I don't suppose anyone thought that was a deep red. Look around, there's a lot of grudge gazing at you."

When I look around at that word, there are certainly many things that resent the gaze directed at Ray.

The place where the Rays are currently located is the VIP audience.

I naturally resented Ray more than I was there. I'm pretty sure it's those invited by the Bestian Empire who are looking at me.

Even with such a gaze, I realize that, unlike the wonder and the gaze previously directed within the Bestian Empire, it is not a gaze of hatred that can be described as sticky.

"This is..."

You must have noticed how Ray was doing. Min, who had just read the book saying it was troublesome to get involved in the men's stupid conversations, explains to Ray in a small way so that the others around him wouldn't hear him.

"It's the people invited by the Bestian Empire who are here, not the nobles of the Bestian Empire. I mean, unlike people in the Bestian Empire, there's no resentment for being killed inside.... Well, I can't say that's absolute"

"I see."

Ray, who answered Min briefly, exhales a small, reassuring breath.

Even though you don't care, it still doesn't feel good to be able to turn your gaze of hatred.

"Most of them are jealous of Ray for what he's earned."

Or Elk, who tries to go on to Min's word that the adventurers he brings or the adventurers he sponsors have lost.

If you ask me what's behind that, I can only convince you as Ray.

"Apparently, the next qualifying block starts."

Ming shrugs as he closes the book he had.

Since it was Block C that took place earlier, it is only natural that Block D qualification will take place next.

And there was a reason Minn would pay attention to qualifying for Block D.

"Oh, Rodos is out. Well, how far can my stupid son go"

Yes. As Elk put it, there was a look of Rodos in the D-block qualifying round.

The elk accidentally turns its gaze to Ray, who sat a little further away from Dusker.

Note that bags containing gold and silver coins already won at the bet are stored inside the misting and are nowhere to be found.

"So, what do you think, actually? Looks like I've been training with guys like Luzi here for a while..."

"Right, right. I'm a little shy to say this, but I was just pulling your blood and my talent was real. It's true that our abilities are growing day by day."

I guess I was glad my own son was praised. There's a grin in Elk's mouth that you can't hold back.

Next to such an elk, his wife Min had another equally happy grin.

You idiot. While Ray thinks like that, he keeps saying things without putting them on his expression.

Incidentally, Dusker, near Elk and Minn, thought the same thing, but there was only nobility and he listened to the story without giving it more expression than Ray.

"So, regarding the qualifying... I don't know. Anyway, the sorting is totally lucky, so it could be a little harsh if some of your opponents are strong. However, given the fact that there are three of us who can enter the main battle, I think it would be fine if there were no more than three strong men stuck together."

I guess the featured player's reality was already over while Ray explained it that way. With the signal of the referee, on the stage the qualifying began.

"Come on, Rodos"

Ray turns his gaze to the stage as he listens to Min whine.

There is more confusion going on there than Ray experienced earlier.

In qualifying for Block C, there was a jumping out presence called Ray, for better or worse.

Vigilant of that ray, the other participants also had to constantly turn some attention to the ray in winning the mix-up.

However, there is no such protruding presence with regard to the D-block this time, so it must be a total conflagration as the Rays are currently watching.

No, Ning Lo. Should I say that this sight is what qualifying looks like in the original martial arts tournament, and that Block C was the unusual.

"Hey, there! Ah, idiot. They're after us from behind!

As if Elk's voice of support was being heard, the attack of a man sticking a spear out of the back jumps directly next to the man who was slashing each other in front and blows it behind his back as a shield.

"Okay, that's good!

Seeing the spear tip stick straight into the man's torso as a shield and not fall out, Rhodos stuns the man by hitting him in the head with a sword pattern after cutting the spear mid-range and sealing the weapon.

"I guess it's to focus on safety... eg"

It was Dusker who whined.

But the words are backwards, and there is a nibbling grin on his mouth.

If you do get off the stage, the wounds you sustained on your body will disappear due to the legacy of ancient magical civilization.

But some things don't disappear. That is the fear engraved in your heart, or the damage to your weapons and protective equipment.

In other words, the man who has now been cut off his spear by Rhodos will disappear from his body wounds - to the extent that he has been stunned - but the weapon will remain intact.

Even though it is dangerous to keep the weapons that can be used on the battlefield, I could have said a harsh response inside.

"Oh, that's awesome over there too."

Elk and Minn, who tended to turn their attention to Rodos' activism, follow that gaze to Dusker's words.

At the end of that gaze was the elf of a man with a bow.

The bow users themselves were also present in Ray's battled qualifying block. But the elves that Dusker is now focusing on are clearly arm on arm and even use magic compared to those who fought Ray.

"Spirit magic?

Ray was the one who whined.

Recall and whine about the elf, Firma, that came together during the previous rank-up exams.

He was an elf of a woman using bow and spiritual magic, but even against the skill in memory, the elf of a man at the end of his gaze seemed to have a few steps of skill above him.

Last year's Rank Up exam was the last time Ray acted with Firma. And then, almost a year later, I don't know how much of an arm Firma is now.

(In fact, he had something extraordinary about his sense of battle. Given the Spirit Magic of Ranged Attacks and the use of a bow, it wouldn't mean acting solo like me......)

Mixed battles continue further and further at the tip of his gaze even while he thinks that way, and only three will eventually be standing on the stage: Rodos and Elves, and Bandits and Thoughtful Men, and the qualification will end on the spot.

"No, well done, Rodos!

While listening to Elk's joyful voice, Ray was going to praise Rodos for winning with only minor injuries.