Muimui-tan

- One...

It was morning when I woke up. Huh. Is the time of the status plate (silver) raised from the neck 6: 23? It's still early. The little feather cat that stayed on top of his head also stayed asleep.

All right, I've got time, and I think I'll go to the practice area.

There still seemed to be no one in the pantry or on the practice floor. Don't you train early in the morning? Or is it the stance of the people here to rest until critical when they can rest?

Let the sidearm Naraka hold the longsword. The sword flies around making a light noise. I guess it looks like there's a sword in the air from someone who can't see the sidearm Naraka.

But it's light. If you're a sidearm Naraka, you need to use your skills to correct it or do something with the weight and speed of your weapon. It's too light and subtle - it seems like it can only be used by accident.

Shut up and wield the long sword. The sidearm Naraka itself is powerless, but it can hold or wield no matter how heavy it is. I don't know. It feels strange. I'm bluffing.

Oh, you want a Greatsword soon. It weighs and it's long, it's the weapon I want most now without a spear.

After that... right, I don't have any sword skills, so I need to remember my skills quickly and cover them.

When I went back to the big room, there were mysterious men in bags with only open eyes.

"Today's rations."

Bags of men are handing out some kind of ticket to the fighters. Oh, a meal ticket? I'll take it, too. Behind the fighters in line.

I'll take the tickets in my turn.

"Wait, you've got a game scheduled since noon today... you know what I'm talking about, right? Huh?"

Don't be ridiculous, even if you know as much as you say.

"Oh."

Bags of people nodding yeah.

"Good...... Well, the warcraft that comes here is mostly popular, so it's fine. I knew the Warcraft appearance was scary. You know what I mean?"

No, do you ask me that? So, well, if I suddenly, too, was told not to talk to a giant potato worm without knowing anything - you'd hesitate. Well, I don't know, but I'll tell you what.

"Well, I told him. It's 12: 00, so don't be late."

12: 00. Copy that. Well, it's in an establishment that can only get to such a limited number of places, it's impossible to delay or escape.

- Two...

Grab a meal ticket and go to Food Court Modoki. The counter was lined with two specimens and a set meal. There are other foods lined up that I don't know much about, but you can't seem to buy them without paper to die for.

A, you have a lot of bread and mysterious meat. Is B fixed meal a pile of boiled corn and soup?

Well, it doesn't say A or B, but I'll keep it A and B. for convenience. Maybe it's a meal for people who can and can't eat meat. There are many different races and warcraft here.

Even so, I came here and didn't really know how to handle a star beast or a warcraft. I thought a talking warcraft was a star beast, but it feels so different. Um, ma, I can't help thinking about it. I'm not even a scholar.

In b fixing meals for now. I'm scared that it's going to be a battle with mysterious meat or something... and now it is.

Auntie, please fix a B meal.

"Oh, you, can you eat this?

Sure.

"It's not carnivorous, is it? I'm surprised you're full of meat, Mr. Warcraft."

Better. Well, I prefer meat, too. I just avoided mysterious meat this time, though.

Well, let's eat.

I still can't use the sidearm Naraka on my pee, so I'm going to stick my face in the bowl. The little feather cat that was on top of his head is also eating shabby off his head.

It's a terrible picture of a potato worm and its pet sticking their face in a single vessel and shagging it.

The taste is usually boiled corn. No, no more corn, no more corn, okay? It feels targeted. It's a little sweet, and it reminds me of when I was eating canned boiled corn. Arr, it's surprisingly a habit.

- Three...

Bags of people came (also saying they were just riding) as they sat and waited in a chair in the pantry until the time of the game.

"Looks like you're ready. This way."

Be guided, but stay on the back climbing side of the road. On the way, there was a split path between the two hands, but the bags lead me to the left road. I see you're breaking up with your opponent here.

As we continued on the ramp, we reached the stage edge of the arena. The sun is shining from the outside.

"Kill your opponent, stun him, or make him incapable of fighting, you win. If we move on from here, we will soon be fighting. Come on, go."

Mr. Shibaku is easy - he really explains just the gist. You want to go?

When I went up to the arena, my cheers boiled at the same time... nothing happened.

Look around the audience from the onstage. There are few people there. Uh, speaking of which, it's lunchtime, isn't it? Is everyone going out for dinner?

An opponent showed up from the other side, in front of me, after a while.

What showed up was a boy with a long sword with both hands and trembling. Come on, you're just a kid. That's a bad taste.

"If I win, if I win three more times, I can survive. If I win three times, I get a status plate. If you win..."

The boy is shaking and talking bumps. It's quite a distance, but it looks solid to me as a subtitle.

"The target is a warcraft. I'm not human. Warcraft. You can win, you can win."

Still whining about bumps.

Ha...... Is it okay to let such a child fight?

I run out.

"Ha, ha."

By the time the boy talked, I was already close by the boy. Hmm, that's a dull response.

I went straight behind the boy and dropped the long sword pattern.

"Fuck."

The boy collapses as-is. Um, I hope he's not dead.

Um, is this a win? is the first victory.