When the attendant guided him out onto the stage, he was exposed to the gaze from the passenger seat surrounding him.
Wow, I'm nervous. No, I guess you're looking at more powerful people than you're looking at me anyway.
When I look around me, there are a lot of Osama brothers who seem very inflexible, and some wizard who looks strong, bandits who look around without alarm and with sharp eyes and such, and others who seem strong.
The salvation is, you can't see a brunette with dark eyes.
In other words, people from different worlds… like us, no one seems to have been blown away by this world, that is.
I honestly appreciate this because it's out when you use weird skills and stuff to get in the way.
And then the bell of initiation rings.
At that moment, a large number of people come in judging me to be weak.
It's my outfit now, but I'm wearing something like an empty robe, equipped with a needle raw and a wand made by Kaiya, so the feeling I saw is wizard.
Hmm, it fits to think about beating him with a melee attack before he uses magic poorly.
That's because I assumed...... or that it would be better if you looked at me here and targeted me first, weirdly, without interference with the magic of other wizards or anything, so I went out of my way to Needlework and Kaiya to make a wand with a design that resembled a novice wand for sale in this world.
Now, before the attacks of those who have penetrated arrive, we just escape over with a 'transfer'.
Attract as much as you can, then, or never.
If that's what's at stake all of a sudden, it's not enough to have as many lives as it takes.
I'll go first and foremost.
Well, the descent is as simulated, it's loose. But I don't like the feeling of being in high places.
When I looked down there, I saw the people who had lost sight of me flirting.
Yeah, nobody seems to be aware of my whereabouts.
And before anyone notices my move, sing 'Lullaby'.
Although I've done this practice several times, I've found that I can determine my own range of effects in it, so I narrow the range down to just on stage.
For once, they're putting up a mysterious barrier to keep magic from flying in the audience, but I don't know if they'll prevent skills, either. If the audience accidentally falls asleep, it turns out that what I used was not magic, it was skill, that is, exotic.
Slowly he began to sing as he descended, then in about ten seconds, someone standing on stage fell asleep at once.
... all at once, fell.
... And when I landed on stage, the audience seats were wrapped up in a blur.
Well, it is. Because... this first round, Battle Royal.
There's only one winner left.
So I went into deliberation.
Seriously, I'm sorry.
As a result of the deliberations, we all decided that we had fallen at the same time, that I had won WWII with a seed and suddenly entered WWIII, which is what happened.
... Something serious, guys, sorry.
"Something... tired"
That's why I quickly decided to get the attention of the venue.
A mysterious woman wizard who won the first round in a mysterious way, and even gained unprecedented seed rights.
My reputation is like this.
Please don't! I'm not a wizard, I'm a maid!
I did sign up like a magician!
"Wouldn't that have been nice in a way? The more you win, the more likely you are to hit us."
"Well, there's a lot of people who won't be us until World War 2. It turned out good. Right?"
... That's true, though. Yes, but... Yeah. Let's be reasonable. This was pretty lucky.
Something about attracting some attention, something else came up. Yeah.
And the tournament was announced after WWII.
Uh, I have a name on the far end, a step higher than the others. Oh, of course that name is, Dahlia, whatever.
This is a seed, which means that WWII is exempt. Yeah, I'm lucky.
And in order from end to end, Dahlia (Mage), (Blank), Feira (Archer), Rija (Swordsman), Org (Warrior), Aeria (Bandit), Kadmi (Knight), Triumi (Guardian), Shachi (Scholar), Wadi (Warrior), Alai (Warrior), Holliu (Bandit), Spinner (Mage), Kalya (Cleric), Deanna (Mage), Suzumoto (Swordsman)
And.
Oh, quite a few of us at the time of registration, are scamming about our profession.
No, 'cause I don't have a' samurai 'or a single person around me, and I don't think I should say' Assassin 'or anything more publicly.
And then, when they asked, they didn't ask me about my profession, because the battle type was, you know, that's the way they asked me.
... When I asked Dahlia about her profession, she said 'hired adventurers' or something, and maybe the term 'profession' in the inhabitants of this world refers to what is normally a business.
... leave that alone!
Oh, my God! You scratch this low magnification, and you want to suspect that it's been set up, it's so refreshing... no matter how you fall, you're going to hit WWIII, me, the local residents!... I mean, it's a combination.
"... Mr. Maido, why are you so unlucky?
The gaze and words of a needle student with pity sting me!
"Let's think the other way around. He said he was just lucky that someone was going to hit with Maido."
The president says something, but that's... yeah, I don't know what to say.
I'm not saying anything, I'm not saying anything!
And the second round began.
Suzumoto VS Sorcerer Deanna, right?
The two confront each other as the audience cheers and watches.
Um, it's pretty scary that there's only two of us on the battlefield.
They're definitely coming after themselves, and you can't win if you run away.
"This battle, if I win!
Suddenly, when Deanna on stage speaks up, the audience quiets back together.
Well trained audiences.
"Let's have them accompany us to dinner this evening!
... hey, something, a demand... cute.
You can see that Suzumoto is confused by unexpected demands. Yeah.
It's this, not "Be a Slave" or "Give That Sword Over"......
Meanwhile, the audience boiled a lot.
Ma, yeah, there wasn't much of this in World War I...
In spite of the audience's cheer, Suzumoto ended with a knife sticking to Deanna's neck and surrendering her, so the actual contents of the game were extremely unfortunate.
You're next, Kaiya VS Sorcerer Spinner.
"If I win this battle, I'll have that wand!
Oh, some sort of assumed demand. Yeah. It's got to be like this.
... However, since this one ended with a laser shot of Kaiya as part of the match, I still don't have any particular thoughts.
It's called Suzumoto, it's called Kaiya, and you guys, why don't you serve the audience a little more?
And next.
Yes, the Hammer Warrior Alai, is an exotic... one of our people, enslaved.
Well, how do needle students fight?
There is no particular declaration of demand, but both move out with gong signals.
The lead is Mr. Alai. With the blow of a giant hammer, cracks run on the stage and the floor, which was made of blocks of stone, cracks and crushes, each of which becomes a murder weapon and strikes a needlework.
But one way or another, this, for needlework, is a difficult situation.
Scaffolding each and every piece of that floating debris using Assassin's own vestiges, filling the time as he flies irregularly, and throwing a few knives and leaving immediately.
The next moment the hammer is embedded where you left off, and the hammer, shaken again by tremendous force, strikes the needle again and again.
... Even if it does, that's it. Yeah.
There is no such thing as an attack without a hit.
Needle students are exactly the style of combat that goes with it on the ground. It could have been the worst opponent for Mr. Alai.
And a few minutes later, the victory and defeat came with a few throwing knives that pierced the armor's connections precisely.
This is a needle raw victory.
It's bad for Mr. Alai, but we want victory, too.
I'm sure I'll help you later, so give me a break now.
... Ah, due to this, the stage went back to its original in about 5 minutes, as a few soil magic users repaired it.
And next up, the president and warrior, Mr. Wadi.
... This must have probably been the worst fight since the gladiator tournament began.
Wall around all sides of Mr. Wadi, the president who used 'Earthwall' in his first hand. Yes, it's like a pay phone phone phone phone box.
And before Mr. Wadi responded, he threw a few poisoned flasks into it.
And, unfortunately, immediately add the part that hits the ceiling of that phone box.
...... Mr. Wadi's scream echoes from inside the phone box with no view of the contents at all, and the president takes it easy to look at it. Don pull audience.
And without a battle-like battle, the president decided to win. Don pull audience. Only some audiences are enthusiastic.
... This is terrible!
Next up is the game between you and Toriko.
This is easier because one of us should abstain, you know, if I had thought about it, that wouldn't have happened.
Horizontal San-kun disease walk with the signal. I wondered if I had packed the time at once, and the next moment the sword made a flashy noise bumping into each other with the stout shield of the bird sea.
Birdsea turns to attack after scolding Halvard.
Kakusan attacking Torikai with her vibrant sword moves as she moves backwards.
A bird sea that dotes them with genius taste, sends them away, and sometimes rolls out counters.
The audience was quietly watching this battle.
As the audience watches breathlessly, at last, Harvard of the Avian Sea leaves the hands of the Avian Sea.
It was Hornsan who controlled this long battle.
You didn't say how the audience boiled when the battle was decided.
The battle between the two was to be fought after the gladiators' tournament.
That's a big difference from the president who's been called a fan since the gladiator tournament began!
The subsequent battle by Mr Org and Mr Aelia, somehow, was sweet.
"Come to my wife when I win!
"If I win, let my wife have it!
Because it started with.
...... yeah. Mr. Org won. You look happy and most importantly!
And at the end of the day, it's a battle between Feira, the bowman, and Rija, the swordsman.
You better fight me if you win. I want the weak to beat me if possible.
... When the battle started, I felt a different kind of harrassment than when you were in the Horn Three VS Torikai earlier.
Something about this, we both seem to have... rushed out for 10%.
Even as the venue became a gentle watchful atmosphere, the battle was decided and Mr. Rija became the winner.
... Swordsman, ah. This... I don't know what to do.
Once we had lunch break here, we decided to work out measures while we ate lunch.
Mainly, mine.
… or, at this point, it seems certain that one of us will win.
Because the third round, it's mostly us.
Illegal? What is it? By legitimate means, by proper rules, this is a wonderful situation on top of it. There's no such thing as fraud!
So I'm the problem.
As it stands, almost all the winners are us, so no one has forced anything on the loser, but we don't know what will happen if we customarily lose.
If I win safely, I won't have to worry about anything, and that's the best part...
Well, I wonder what's going on.
"Though they're swordsman opponents, they're running out, so they're going to figure it out."
Indeed, compared to Suzumoto and the like, it was a thick muscle that seemed largely avoidable.
Sometimes it's not fast enough, but it's easier to read.
I wonder where it comes from, because it comes with somehow easy to understand fat muscles.
Then maybe even I can manage to avoid God in a row.
"Why don't we just avoid it and attack it where it wears off?
Hanagasaki, you're right, I know that's a good way of warfare, but too bad! I don't have the proper means of attack!
"For now, Operation Lullaby, why don't you give it another try? It's not like the other guy can read through our hands."
Yeah, well, maybe it will.
If it doesn't work, it's already out.
Then the means of attack becomes a world like a knife, 'cleaning', or a stove fire...
I want to avoid that at all costs.
I'd like to avoid it... hmm. I just have to hope that the other one hasn't read through our hands, I wonder.