Levelmaker

Block 12.

Right now, there's an opponent in front of me, a man named Chekay.

The weapon you have is a spear. He talks to me.

"Wow, you're the fastest and youngest beautiful girl a ranker. Alim, right? I say Chekay. If you don't want to get hurt, don't surrender early, okay? I have no taste in scratching that pretty face."

"Regards! But don't worry about it! ……… it will be over in an instant"

"Ha! You look cute and say what you say ~. That's not bad. Let's work together."

… and, at 11: 19, the referee of block 12 prompts us to go up on stage with each other.

Thank you. And set up a weapon.

11: 20. The game started with Mr. Gilmers' signal.

"Well then... World War I, battle... get started!

As soon as it begins, Chekay tries to cast her magic.

"Sandka.................."

That's it, he collapsed patsy.

Regardless, it is an attack by my agonizing demon sword.

I attacked him using a technique called "Sword Pole Deep Righteousness/One Break". If it was a normal sword, a man named Chekay would have blown his neck off. The boulder is my sword, isn't it?

I urge people who are judging me because the battle is over.

"Judge, judgment, please"

Then the referee entered the stage as he panicked, checking on the condition of a man named Chekay, and proclaimed:

"Chi...... Chekay Armaghy, Stun! Hence Block 12 winner, Alim Nariway!

First of all, you've made it through the first round. Though I was rather dismayed.

Apparently, I'm the first one to finish it.

Um, do I have to wait half an hour for this to happen?

Twenty-four minutes later, the whole game was over, and after a 15-minute break, they were going to start Game II.

I next play a game with a guy named Domula on block 6.

Eat a sandwich you have prepared in the course of 10 minutes and come to the game without a thought.

Five minutes before the start of Game 2, I'll hold back before the stage. After a while, Domula and a thoughtful figure arrived.

A thick, fat little makeup aunt, wearing a # clamshell __ crust __ # and a small axe on her left hand… tomahawk gripped, iron shield on her right hand. Pretty heavy gear.

This is all I look strong about. It's not going to be easy for a woman to wear all this gear, it's going to be tough.

She talks to me.

"Oh, sweetie. You're Arim, aren't you? I've heard a lot of rumors. Breaking through the first round means you have strength. So, I can't be a bad handler, okay?

"Neither will I. Match, thank you."

"Oh, you're a well-behaved daughter, Arim. You're 12, aren't you? My aunt has a son the same age, and that's, well, Yancha... I'd like you to apprentice Alim and behave a little more."

It was time to have such a family conversation.

Just at 12: 00, the referee of block 6 prompted us to go up on stage with each other and thank you. And set up a weapon.

Signal of Mr. Gilmers' opening of the war.

"Okay, here we go... Game 2... Battle... Start!

Mr. Domula stands strong............

"I'll just fly. Ooh..." Soil Luxury "...!

She is wrapped in a strong orange mind... That's probably an enhanced version of "chi".

The only place I can touch this sword directly is my face.

Can't you help it? It won't hurt, okay?

Use "Sword Extreme Deep Righteousness/One Break" and attack. Mr. Domula passed out.

"Judge... it's over"

Hearing the words, the referee sees how Mr. Domula is doing. And declared.

"Domula Pippi... Stun. WW2 Block 6... Winner, Alim Nariway eh...!

He also broke through World War 2.

Pippy is no way this guy, daughters of Mr. Ziesev and Mr. Gabella......!? Maybe that's how old those two are.

Also, it looks like I was the fastest.

We have to wait another half an hour.

All matches ended.

Mr. Gilmers restarts the MC.

"The whole game is over for today! Game three, the semifinals will be played tomorrow at the Coliseum on this. We're meeting tomorrow at 9: 00 a.m.! Don't forget. Loser or winner, rest the rest of the day! Good luck."

Well, looks like you can go home now. The adventurer who stayed on this scene gradually returns. Let's go home, too.

Then Mr. Gilmers summoned me.

"Ooh, Alim. Aren't you so strong? Especially in World War II, Domula Tsuki has two names:" Fighting Okan ", and he's a strong winner of last year's A-rank tournament 449... That's not instant killing. I knew you had SSS rank qualities."

"Thank you!

"Oops, go home already today and take your time off. It's 9: 00 tomorrow, huh? Maybe a little early, but come on."

"Okay."

I said goodbye to Mr. Gilmers and left.

I have nothing more to do today. No, always.

It's only one o'clock in the morning, but I caged myself in a room and spent some time.

Night. Let's go to sleep now. Good night.