Legend

Seeing Luzi's consciousness completely lost when he fell on the stage, the referee declared the settlement of the battle.

Ray, who was watching it in the VIP room, sees an elk with a harsh look next door.

"What did you think?

You figured out what you were asking about just that inquiry. Return the words with a roaring voice.

"Strong...... yeah. I've seen a few games before, but I didn't think so. No, I think Ray would be better up there if purely physical ability meant..."

That was felt by Ray himself. But even if you were winning with physical ability, there are things you can't override.

"Pure technology, or"

"Oh. Honestly, I can't imitate letting myself poke at someone who's unleashed a poke and hit each other with a sword tip..."

Telling him that much, Elk, who remembers Ray's previous battles, shakes his head small and continues his words.

"Maybe Ray can do it that far. But use exactly the same force as your opponent to create a state of equilibrium. Can you do that?

"I don't think so."

Ray answers lightly.

In fact, if I were to imitate something similar to noise, perhaps my powers would be too strong to play the opponent, or I would eat the poke by mistake of adding or subtracting power.

He even imitated hitting Luzi with his left hand, which was free, while also committing such delicate acts.

(It's still far... na)

I feel smudged inside, Ray.

But no matter how different you are from the intensity of the noise, the hour of battle is approaching.

All Ray can do now is just build himself up.

"I wish I had a little more time."

"Sure, when we get here, the game keeps going. You mean at least one game a day."

"Oh."

Three games remain until the finals. Considering that we pinch a day's rest after the semifinals and it will be the final after each other is in good health, the rest is 4 days.

I could only say that it was modestly difficult for Ray to get enough skill to keep up with the noise in those four days.

(Then I need to cross with noise outside of technology. Physical ability? No, I'm sure my physical ability would be up there compared to noise. But it's not an overwhelming difference, like technology.... then magic, or)

For a moment I thought of Seto, my own partner, in the back of Ray's brain.

If this martial arts tournament is open to the devil, there may have been a chance to win without having to worry about it so far.

(No, you can't)

But I immediately deny my own thoughts in my heart.

If Seto can move freely, he does have a chance. In this case, however, there was a problem with the extent to which it could move.

Outside the stage… more precisely, if you get out of the space stretched out on the stage, you lose off-site at that point.

That being the case, naturally it's only to the detriment of Ray and Seto.

(In the first place, I guess it's wrong to fight noise with the rules of the martial arts competition)

While convinced that way, Ray was still not willing to give up any victory.

"Ray, it's time for the next game, but what do we do?

Are we going to look at it, or not? Ray shakes his head small to Elk's words, which he asks with such meaning.

"Even if we win this game, our next opponent is noise. The rest of the game isn't worth watching in the sense of your opponent's research."

"That may be true, but unexpectedly, there may be some tips rolling around to fight noise?

That's what Min tells me when he was gazing into the arena near Elk, but his response to that was unchanged, like shaking his neck sideways.

"I want to train myself a little bit if I can. That's what I need you to train around the elk..."

"Don't be impotent. In the first place, I'm here for an escort, right?

I want to move my body, not my escort, even as myself if I can. While the words say so darkly on the back, Elk's gaze is directed towards Dusker, who is having a laugh and conversation with the nobility of the Bestian Empire a little further away.

However, it is obvious that the grin is only superficial when one sees the cheeks of the other nobleman hitting uncomfortably from time to time.

(I guess he's saying a lot of unscrupulous things)

Ray thinks so again as he looks at Dusker.

If we think only of pure national power, the Bestian Empire is still better than the Kingdom of Mireana. But still, I guess I can have a conversation with a strong attitude, as is happening at the end of my gaze, because it is still a position of victory.

Nor is that just a winning country. Ray's activism made him a victorious nation. That would naturally increase the influence of the Dusker who was hiring Ray.

To this day, although the aristocrats still in conversation with Dusker manage to disguise themselves as calm on their faces, they were desperate to contain the awe and fear that sprang up in their hearts.

... Without Ray here, or I guess I could still afford some.

Either way, while watching Dusker in conversation like that, Ray gives up letting Elk go with his own training.

If he was a rank A adventurer and an elk with an alias, he would have been a good practice opponent for Ray as well.

I stand up trying to leave the VIP room as it is, and I ask Elk, curious as hell.

"With that said, what happened to Rodos? You're back?

The moment the name Rhodos came out, Elk smiled bitterly and Min shook his neck sideways with an unfortunate look on his face.

Seeing the trick, it was clear that Rhodos had not returned.

"Yeah, right."

Given that after the battle with myself, and that the post-game interaction was also sinister, it is clear that Rodos has some relationship with him even though he is not coming back.

That's why I felt some responsibility, but Elk's laughter was thrown at me the next moment against such a ray.

"Rodos is another adventurer. It's not weird that you took off your wings a little bit, and you'll need some setbacks. So you don't really care about the area. It's not like I'm never coming back, and even if I get caught up in something weird, I'll do something about it over here. And... no, it's nothing"

Elk who says something and deludes himself aggressively.

I could see that and guess if Ray had something too, but I go on to decide that there would be more reason for that than not telling myself.

"For what I'm saying, aren't parents willing to intervene?

To some teasing Ray's words, Elk whines his shoulders as he pleases.

When he saw it, he decided he wouldn't have to worry, and Ray left the VIP room.

Now, I'm wasting a little time. To catch up with and overtake the existence of noise.

(I guess I'll have to secure a place to practice first.... Think of it this way, it was a pretty good location there)

Ray returned to the inn in anticipation of an introduction from a long empty pavilion, sparing a place that had become unusable due to the assassin's attack.

"Puha...... no, strong strong. That's just rank" s. "

Luzi's voice echoes that night in a painting of the dining room at the ancient sky pavilion.

There were no particularly negative emotions present in the voice, and it was clear that Luzi did not hold grudges or anything like that against Noise.

"Not surprisingly...... no, I don't think so. Considering the simplicity of Luzi, is it natural that this should happen if you lose so perfectly?"

Watching Luzi like that, Veicul stabs a fork in the sausage on the plate whining like he was somewhere shuddered.

Baked sausage and boiled sausage. Bring the wine to your mouth while being satisfied with a completely different flavour and texture, even though it is the same ingredient due to two different cooking methods.

Sometimes it's a shame about Luzi for once today, and I guess it's Veicul's concern that he's not drunk enough to take it off.

"I wish I could show you all that difference in strength. You see that move? You said I wasn't originally good at poking, so you matched your sword tips exactly, and deliberately made your powers antagonize, and you punched me with your left hand out of that state, didn't you? I wonder how many moves and powers we can imitate like that."

Luzi, who tells him so, shakes his body and waves a hot valve.

"Uh, okay, okay. I've heard that story many times already. By and large, you're right, it's Rank S, so it's strong and obvious."

"I see. It was strong indeed. Yeah, just rank s"

"... and now all of us Wind Dragon fangs are defeated after all? I had predictions, but I'm still sorry to hear that. It was also the Luzzi of the Third World War that won until the end. … I feel endlessly far from winning."

Veiculus, who was stretching his fork to the sausage again, shrugged into a smudging most while drinking fruit liquor.

"What are you talking about? It's just too much for you, the wizard, and me, the bandit, to move on to the main battle in the first place.... Well, in Luzi's case, I can only say they were purely bad. So, what do you say? As for the only remaining Ray in this."

Ray, who is gazed at, clasps his shoulder as he carries a dish in his mouth hung with a sauce of sweet and sour fruit on the meat of Fangboree, steamed and extra oiled.

"If you hit it from the front as it is now... is it good and 20%?"

"Heh. Still got a 20% chance of winning. Then the finals are going to be quite interesting."

I smile as I wine the gravy overflowing from the chewed sausage.

What surprised me about Ningro Ray's words was that of Luzi.

"Twenty percent... you're saying it after you saw my fight, aren't you?

"Naturally, let me say. That's what I said when I saw the battle today.... Actually, the noise didn't seem to be serious at all yet, so I don't know exactly."

Yes, Luzi and I are never weak. He's a rank C adventurer who can be rated a veteran. The strength of the noise that knocked it down almost like a single hassle would be harder to understand precisely.

"No, I can't."

Veicul accidentally puts a penetration into Ray's words.

But Ray laughs at Vacul like that... with a fierce grin and goes on with the words.

"It would certainly be difficult if it stayed the way it is. But... I'm growing every game, too, right?

I should say that I train more precisely that way, but I tell him that without any particular appearance of speaking about the area, I reach for the bread.

"Hmm. Well, I think Ray might be able to figure something out. There's a lot going on around here."

"You can't deny it."

"Hey, both of us. How rude of you to tell the truth."

"No, because you're the rudest"

After stumbling into a embarrassingly toned most, Ray throws the last bite of meat into his mouth with the bread and reaches for a plate of salad and stew.

"Well, you might want to bet on me when you fight in the finals. At least you can't lose unilaterally."

"If Ray wins, it'll definitely be a big hole"

I couldn't really imagine Ray beating the noise just because I fought.

Of course Luzi knows how strong Ray is. I can understand the difference in strength, even if I don't like it, because I've actually played many simulations and never won with them.

But if I tried to make it Luzzi, who fought two people, Noise and Ray, the difference in power seemed historical.

I guess that's why you mouthed the expression big hole.

"Hmm, if Luzi's going to say that much, maybe I'll take a bet. is highly judgmental in combat."

Mosto relieves Vacul, who tells him in a somewhat surprising manner, while giving him a somewhat frightened look.

That's quite a bit when it comes to combat...... no, I was more confident than that, Luzi. That's why I thought it might be sinking in this loss, because from what I've talked about so far, it didn't look that way.

(I guess that means that was all the noise)

While thinking that way, turn your gaze to Ray, the only remaining winner on this scene.

I guess I noticed that gaze. Ray looks back at Morst and opens his mouth.

"What's up?

"No, it's nothing. More so, what kind of opponent are you in the Fourth World War tomorrow? You mean that gang that took down Vacul?

"Apparently so."

"Heh, you've just beaten me. We've been winning so well."

So whining, Veicul's gaze is directed toward Ray.

"You're the one who beat me, so please avenge me."

"I'm not going to lose."

"Well, then I'll believe Ray will win and let me bet tomorrow."

"I won't stop that...... now that Ray's strength is already known, maybe the stakes won't increase much, will they?

"It's okay, if there's any more. I'm not in danger anyway."

The look on Ray's face, which he is absolutely sure will win, is trust or desire again...

While I hope it was the former, Ray threw the last bite of the salad into his mouth.