Legend

The first day of the tournament.

Compared to the qualifying period, a larger crowd was gathered in the arena.

Naturally, there are many emperors, princes, princesses, or nobles of the Bestian Empire gathered, and some take to the arena that it is an opportunity to see the face of the royal family, starting with the emperor, even those who are not interested in fighting competitions.

Until the other day, people were overflowing in the capital, but now people all over the city were neglected.

That would be natural, too. Many of the people who are currently in this capital are mostly those who come to fight for the tournament.

Not all of them, of course, but few are still interested in the annual celebrations that take place in the Bestian Empire.

"Wow... what is the number of this guy?"

Around the arena, there was a person who shrugged unexpectedly at the number of people.

This person came from a village in the countryside of the Bestian Empire to see the Martial Arts Games for the first time this year, but arrived yesterday for all sorts of reasons.

Instead of qualifying for the martial arts tournament, he was an unlucky person who didn't even make it to the opening ceremony held a few days ago.

Most importantly, it's hard to come from a rural village to the Imperial City, so it's not so uncommon to say that the time to arrive shifts by a week or two.

Weather, accidents, or bandit raids. Given all the other circumstances, you should be praised for having arrived safely in Imperial Capital even though you were in business using Ningro carriages.

Though he said it was a tournament tournament around the corner for him, he raised his voice unexpectedly to the number of people around the arena.

"What is it, brother, is this your first fight tournament?

Whether you felt pity for such a man or simply tired of being in line, a man in his 40s who was nearby calls out.

"Hmm? Oh. It's the first time I've ever seen anything... but could this be normal for an imperial capital?

"No, no, that's just not true. Normally, there won't be this much crowd in the main battle of the martial arts tournament... Was your brother lucky or bad..."

"What do you mean?

A man who doesn't know what a middle-aged man is talking about and leans his neck unintentionally.

To such a man, a middle-aged man opens his mouth with a grin.

"This year's martial arts tournament is special in many ways.... Well, your brother is new to the Empire itself, so can't you help it?"

"... special?

"That's right. First, Deep Red is competing in the Fighting Games"

The man who hears the name tilts his neck unexpectedly.

The word "deep red" certainly sounded familiar. An adventurer belonging to the Kingdom of Mireana, devastated by the Spring War against the Bestian Empire.

"Why is someone like that bothering to come all the way to the Bestian Empire? You're here to sell a fight?

The middle-aged man shook his neck sideways saying he was different to the words of a man who whined in unintentional fashion.

"According to what I heard, a person invited by the Kingdom of Mireana brought a deep red. So, something about that deep red being interested in participating in the fight competition. Well, I don't know the truth, but it's true that Deep Red is out there anyway. Actually, I saw it in the qualifying round."

"... Huh? Are you out of the qualifying round? Usually special players like that get out of the main battle, don't they?

"That's right.... Well, I guess a lot of deep reds have an idea too. Anyway, I competed from the qualifying round and moved on to the main game lightly"

"I guess."

A man who nods naturally.

Fortunately, the village where the man lived was rural, and a few headed for the spring war… and those who could never be close.

Still, it doesn't feel good that the inhabitants of the same village died, and it's never convincing that someone with that much strength loses in the qualifying round.

That's why it was natural for the man that Deep Red would win the qualifying round.

"So, in the end, there's a deep red, so I saw something scary, and there's so many people here?

You said you lined up at the rear of the queue earlier, but there are already nearly dozens of people lined up behind you.

The man shook his neck sideways to deny the question of whether that was all Deep Red's reputation.

"No.... what the people in line here really want to see is not deep red. No, of course, the battle for the deep red is flashy, so it looks good."

"Then why?

"... because I'm going to participate in a fighting competition. Rank S adventurer, Mr. Noise with an immovable alias."

"........................ what?

For a moment, nowhere. After nearly a minute of plenty of silence, the man unwittingly raises his voice.

That would be natural, too. Rank S Adventurer alone is a very rare value, but it means that the person will show up in a public place called Martial Arts Games.

Originally, the name Noise of a Rank S Adventurer with an immovable alias was known.

I am also unable to do so because I am currently only a Rank S Adventurer with 3 of them and the only one of them belongs to the Bestian Empire.

However, rumors of its glorious activity have spread, but so far it has never been possible to compete in a martial arts tournament.

That's why it was hard to believe what a middle-aged man told me.

Regardless, a middle-aged man would have understood that. I get it, I keep sneering at the words.

"This is where the conversation returns to the deep red just now. It's just a rumor, but if it stays that way, Deep Red may win the tournament, so it's probably the trump card we've set aside to prevent it."

"Oh, I see"

It was a convincing story if you ask me.

The existence of Deep Red can even be described as an enemy of the Uncluttered Heaven to the Bestian Empire. If such an opponent were to win the biggest martial arts tournament in his own country, it would be as if he were trampled on that thing instead of talking about being crushed by Fumiko.

In addition, dignitaries from surrounding countries have been invited to fight competitions, and if they fail, they may be held in front of them.

If we try to make it the Bestian Empire, which is championing the neighbouring countries, that should be unacceptable.

Even if I didn't know so much about it, there was something easy to understand about the problem of the face above even for a man.

"That's why this martial arts tournament is a substitute for many things. Besides deep reds and immobilization, there are a few other aliases out there."

"... should I say it was good in time for the main battle, or should I say I'm sorry I didn't see that person's activity from the qualifying round... don't get lost"

"Don't worry about it. I think I'm just glad I made it to the main battle, I am. Oh, my God, this is the only tournament. I'm pretty sure it's going to be a long story. … Oh, I see you've begun to enter the arena."

Gradually, though, a middle-aged man grins when he sees the line begin to move forward.

The other man also moved forward in line that he should concentrate on taking good seats for the time being.

Ray, who has no idea it's like that on the battlefield table, looks inside the modem again.

Quite a few in number, but each one of them is focused on their own battle.

It was lucky for Ray that he didn't have someone to tangle with him like he did in the qualifying round.

… but it is already known at the qualifying time that Ray is deeply red. With that in mind, I guess no one does such reckless deeds.

Few, if any, of the athletes in this room did not exist.

(There's a game today, me and Rodos. Just three of the Veiculs? I wish it was at least an understatement room with one of them)

Exactly until the time of the start of the game, I don't even taste that I'm just silent here by myself.

Just so you know, it's my game on my way out of this wide arena by myself, and I don't want to make it to that and I want to avoid the development of abstention.

That's why I wish someone knew my face...... while that's how I think, Ray looks around.

Those who are moulding weapons in their hands, those who are closing their eyes and concentrating their spirit, or who are in conversation with someone they happen to know.

There are a variety of people, but especially those in conversation, when Ray turns his gaze, he starts to freak out.

I know you're not scared, but you realize that contact with Ray can be a pain in the ass.

In fact, a few of the participants in the lobby are sending killer glances toward Ray.

(Probably someone involved in the war...... no, it actually wouldn't be for any other reason, would it?

While he somehow thinks so, Ray sighs back at the person he's turning his gaze on.

Did that seem provocative, the Lord of Sight unwittingly grips the weapon he had.

But what's happening now is not a qualifying round, it's a main battle.

If participants engage in a private fight outside the match venue, they will be disqualified without question… and may even be held guilty.

I thought it might be too harsh when I first heard that, Ray, but if you think the nobles and royalty of the Bestian Empire are taking to the arena, you have to be convinced.

"Cleo, it's a game. Come to the arena."

The management committee member shows his face in the modem and tells him so.

I heard that voice, a man with a spear gets up and leaves the modem.

Having dropped off such a participant's hindsight, Ray began exercising flexibly to unravel his body in his spare time because he had nothing to do in particular.

Exactly the only flesh made by Zeppyre, and the flesh is quite flexible.

When you get up and reach for the floor with your knees extended, your palms pet the floor without feeling any particular pain.

Several people looked at Ray like that with a surprising look on his face, but he just goes on to exercise flexibly that it doesn't matter.

That said, flexible exercise alone could not kill time forever, and it ended satisfactorily in about 10 minutes.

(I wish I had a magazine or something like that......)

Sitting in a chair, I remember a comic book magazine I was reading when I was in Japan.

It would be a fairly convenient substitute in the sense of leisure time crushing, or even more convenient if it were console-like.

(No, if I had a console or something in Elgin, it wouldn't be remarkable.)

Though I think inside, the murderous caged gaze being directed at me stinks and rises the spot.

I didn't mean what we tried to do with the other guy, we would just feel bad for each other if we stayed here like this, and as for Ray, it meant we'd have pure leisure time.

(You might want to take a peek at the arena game. Some opponents will soon be feathers to fight if they win)

I leave the modem room, taking care not to forget the order of my matches.

I guess a lot of people have the same idea as Ray. For some reason, the number of participants in the booth had decreased considerably.

Still, most of us will be close to the match after the match that is currently taking place.

That's how Ray left the modest room with a caged gaze on his back, or an intriguing gaze, a gaze on the troublemaker, a gaze that seemed to explore his strengths and a wide variety of gazes.

"... Phew"

I finally lost my breath. Ray sighed like that, looking around again.

I could hear the audience cheering so far to see if the battle in the arena was thriving.

I have things to do, but even if I do, it's going to be a lot of trouble. I walk around like a tour of the arena, thinking that way.

There are people everywhere, but naturally the numbers are small compared to the modest rooms.

Most of them look surprised when they see Ray.

I guess I can move around freely because Ray still doesn't have a death size in his hand.

Even though Ray barely feels the weight when he has it, the weight remains the same for others, so if he hits it while walking, it may not be an injury.

With mysteries, you're free to take out all that long stuff and carry it around undisturbed.

(Ma, that's it, this is the guy)

Think that way in your heart as you are turned to look in awe by the person walking down the aisle.

If it was meant to be, I guess it's all kinds of weird that I'm here. Whatever, I'm the enemy of the Unholy Heaven if I take it to this Bestian Empire.

(Speaking of which, Elk made a good bet on me, right? No, I have Min, so don't worry)

He continued his tour of the arena as he walked around, remembering that he left it to Elk to bet on his win in this game as well.

What was unfortunate was that you could not discover the stalls that would have been sold to guests in the arena?