Legend

The favourable autumnal weather that has lasted the past few days was still illuminating the sunlight to the ground again today.

There is only the sun in the sky, and the clouds are not even a single fragment.

The state of the sun, which even sees as if the sky were my place, would be right to describe it as sedentary.

The downpouring sun is as strong as the summer sun, relentlessly illuminating the spectators lined up outside the arena.

"Wow... is this weather for today only? It's still early in the morning."

"Sure. By the time we get into the arena, it's going to be terrific with sweat."

Blurry audiences, but it would be natural if the temperature were close to 30°C even though it was only before 9: 00 in the morning.

Given that this is autumn, we can call it abnormal weather.

"Maybe there's a battle between immobility and deep red, so it's not something like that, is it?

"No way... but it seems normal and scary when it's those two fights"

Speaking that way, the audience probably saw this heat as a business opportunity. A seller with a box with fruit water passes nearby.

An order from the audience arrived at the seller and instantly the fruit water was sold out.

Fruit water itself is not used as a magic item to cool it down, so it's warm, but the people who bought it still moisten their throats deliciously.

... Still, this seller, in fact, was also a member of the management committee of the Martial Arts Games, but few people know that.

Whatever it is, it's the last fight today.

"Oh. That was a fancy tournament in many ways this year. I didn't think Deep Red would make it."

"Right. I know there are a lot of guys out there who think, but look at that strength."

Squeeze and groan as you moisten your throat with fruit water.

The festival is almost over. From that thought, I turn my gaze to the audience lined up in the arena somewhere in a lonely way.

That queue is already quite long, even though there is still an hour before the arena opens.

Those in this queue, including myself, tremble with excitement when they think they came to see the best game at the end of the fight.

"I don't know which one will win, but it will definitely be exciting"

When a man squeals, the man he was talking to earlier leaks a nod of consent...

"Huh, can Deep Red beat Immovable? Rank S, huh? Deep red, about rank B, you know how you are."

Another man who was near it throws up hatefully.

Seeing that, the two men were largely predictable. Perhaps someone I know died in the spring war.

While I think so, I don't particularly disagree.

Fortunately, we didn't know each other in the Spring War, but we still understood that it was not the first thing we could do to mouth off in a detour on this issue.

(Probably came to see Ray lose like no other)

Whimpering inside, the man waits very long for the arena to open as he withstands the rays of the shining sun.

It was as hot as the middle of summer outside, but inside the arena… it was possible to stay cooler and more comfortable with magic items, especially if it was also an athlete's room.

Of course, I wouldn't be so comfortable in a modem room with a lot of people like in the qualifying period, but Ray is now so well equipped that he can't beat a long empty pavilion room.

... Most importantly, there is a dragon robe that automatically adjusts the temperature in the case of rays, so whether it is comfortable or not, it doesn't make a big difference.

There was even a very expensive magic item in the room that had the same ability as a fridge, and even ice in it.

It's an incredibly good treatment compared to when you participated in the qualifying round, but that's probably because you still won the finals.

"... a little over an hour later, huh"

Check the time with the clock in the room and keep your eyes meditating.

As we explored the surrounding signs, we were able to detect several signs around this room.

Steering committee member of the martial arts competition, the final means that many royal families and nobles are here again to escort them. And most of all, some people are like foot carriers who seem to be bandits and assassins.

(Beyond this period, are you still willing to give me a little? Well, there's nothing you can do about it in the present situation)

As an escort to protect the royal family and nobility, many handlers are positioned inside the arena and will undoubtedly make a scene if they try to force themselves to take action now.

And besides Ray, we'll have to deal with many others.

Even Ray says he's struggling with one person, but if that happens, there's no chance that the assassination will succeed, just in case.

(I guess that's why it gets so intense that it can't be stopped if things start happening)

Summarize that thought in your heart, open the eyes you were meditating on, and rise.

Keep your feet wide open, hands on the floor, for a few seconds. Next, peek loudly and start flexible exercises to unravel the body.

1 minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes… Ray's body movements gradually turn smooth as he continues to exercise flexibly.

Even if I say the smoothest movement, it's only slight.

But Ray understands perfectly well that the slightest difference will dictate wins and losses at times of need. That, too, is the opponent whose strength is higher than yours to fight today. It would have been natural to want to try it with a little completeness.

Did you decide that your body warmed up after exercising flexibly for a while, and the next thing Ray worked on was confirming the magic items he was wearing?

Slapenil shoes, mysteries, sucker bracelets, dragon robes, misrill knives, and nebra eyes I just got yesterday.

Make sure that no magic item has any particular abnormalities... especially Nebra's eyes, examine it carefully, and let the magic flow to create one.

Stay on your palms and make sure it eventually disappears like a kasumi in about 30 seconds.

Once again, when the magic is shed to create a puppet, it is thrown with only the movement of the wrist toward the puppet placed in the room.

With the sound of slashing and tearing the air, it pierces the head of a doll in the shape of a rough person.

If it was meant to be, it would be a doll for beating and kicking. But it's the one that's stuck in the doll's head right now.

And after about 30 seconds have passed since the creation of the pigeon, the pigeon can disappear as if it were Kasumi.

There's no problem.

I whine to see how I'm doing myself, but when I get that far, I'm completely out of things to do.

"… do you want to do image training?"

Mumble, sit down on the couch in the understatement and meditate on your eyes.

It is the strongest self I imagine. Myself, who would cross each other and even beat a man called immovable.

With such an image, we will see how to proceed with the battle with reference to the battle of noise we have seen so far.

Time flies... the knocking sound of the door returns to me.

"Excuse me. Master Ray, it's time, but are you ready?

The voice that can be hung from the management committee also exists in a colour that, unlike before, respects.

When you think about the spring war, it's a very, but incredible attitude.

Because few of the Steering Committee members know or relatives were killed by Ray.

But still... I can't help but remember that I stayed until the final of this martial arts tournament to make it the biggest festival of the Bestian Empire and determine the strongest figure. Because it's so great.

"Oh, this one's always ready."

That's what I said back, Ray getting up off the couch I was sitting on.

There are no calm colors on that look like when I was already training for an image on the couch until a few minutes ago.

No, you wouldn't know that from the side. In fact, the management committee was not particularly uncomfortable with Ray's condition either.

But the fierce struggle against such beings as walls, or mountains, which we will now challenge ourselves, surely exists in its expression.

Now he's making a big deal out of it because the battle hasn't started yet, and if the battle started, I was certain it would explode.

"... go"

I look back before I leave the gallery and cast my magic into Nebra's eyes to create a garden.

Throw it with just the wrist movement as it is... the next moment, stick it in the doll's head... and crush it as it is.

Watching that happen, he passes in front of a steering committee with a small, stunning look on his face and heads to the arena stage.

'Well, everybody. The martial arts competition, which has lasted so long, will finally be the last battle. Seriously, the strongest of the Bestian Empire… and the strongest of the Bestian Empire is the battle that should determine the strongest of this world'

If those in other countries heard the word, there would undoubtedly be disagreement.

In fact, a few invitees from other countries who are coming to the VIP room in the arena have an unpleasant look at the words of reality.

But still, this is definitely the Bestian Empire, and I couldn't help but go through the logic of a live voice talking.

"This martial arts tournament has already been played just over a hundred times, but there has probably not been a tournament as exciting as this year."

Usually, the voice of reality stirs up the audience, and the audience gets excited about making sure they get on with it.

But only today was different.

The audience seats in the arena are filled to the limit, and that is even the VIP seats for the nobles of the Bestian Empire and those invited by other countries to visit.

Many royals have come for sights in the emperor's seated VIP seats, and there is always a large number of people there.

Nonetheless, someone in the arena doesn't scream too much excitement, and although he hears some blurring, he is quiet.

I know. Let's see what kind of battle we're going to have.

He said it was such a battle, whether or not it could be seen once in a lifetime.

Live voices echo inside the arena again, breaking such silence.

'You won't need any more detailed explanations already. First...... Rank B Adventurer, Admission for Deep Red Ray'

With a live voice, multiple balls of light rumble at the entrance and exit of the athlete.

The performance itself was the same as in the semifinals, but had turned into a more luxurious and flashy, eye-catching specification.

Instead of seven colors, Ray reveals himself as the balls of light of more than twenty colors rave innumerably.

He already has a death size in his hand and is wearing a dragon robe, which he has seen more than once if he is an audience in this fight.

"The strength that has won so far with its sickle that slashes and rips everything apart and the magic of the flames that caused the deep red alias is real. In the semifinals, he also defeated Digma the Water Dragon to reach the final. A lot of people have probably expected this sight since they heard he was going to fight."

Listening to such a live voice, he gently jumps to the ground and lands on the stage.

He held the Death Size on his shoulder, pointing his gaze straight at the other entrance and exit that was different from what he had come out of, just saying whenever the game could begin.

"Confront such a deep red, another. It may be said that it had already been decided that this person would come this far more than Deep Red Ray had participated in the fighting competition. Its overwhelming power has brought it up to this final...... Heroes of the Bestian Empire, Rank S Adventurers, Immovable Noise '

With that word, similar to when Ray came in again...... no, balls of light rambling through countless more flashy colors than that.

And what emerged from the rambling of the balls of light was the appearance of noise proceeding lightly without even showing a particularly surprising look.

However, the appearance of Noise in the arena had changed considerably from what he had shown during the semi-finals.

Leather armor made of monster leather and a long sword sheath at the waist are the same, but the equipment itself was of a different character.

A substitute a few steps above the gear you obviously wore until the time of the semifinals.

You must have noticed that. The spectators in the arena also break the silence and raise their voices slightly.

Continue to ignore and proceed as if the blurring heard from the surrounding area does not exist, jumping fuzzily and landing on the stage.

Just watching the move, Ray understands.

It will still be difficult for me to beat the man in front of me right now, he said.

But difficulty does not mean impossibility. Tell yourself that if you make the most of your own advantages, you will have a low chance of winning, but not impossible to win.

Noise stops moving on the stage while Ray thinks that way.

Two people facing each other at the center of the stage.

"You've come this far, after all. I've been expecting this since we met around the city."

With his expression barely changed, he still smiled small at his mouth and pulled out the demon sword he had even used in the semifinals from the sheath of his hips...

"I'm glad you said that, but should I?

That's what I tell my death-size gripping palm, consciously sweating thin with tension and the pressure exerted by the person in front of me.

To such Ray's words, I don't return any words in particular...

'Let us fight each other, as much as we can. Begin!'

It was with the emperor's short voice that the final of the martial arts tournament was declared.