Muimui-tan

- One...

The sacks are retrieving the sparkling man. One of the sacks is turning this way and sneaking in to send me some kind of signature. Yeah, maybe it's just a blur.

Mr. Bag took me to the aisle, too. At that time, I'll take a look at the lady who sat in the privileged seat with a little interest. The lady had folded a fan in her hand with such a terrible face that she could not speak. Uh-huh, I don't want to be involved.

"Well done."

Blessings from Mr. Bag. Thank you.

"Now you won't be able to tear up the arena."

Oh, I wonder. The last of those remorseful faces is going to get my hands on even more. I have a feeling you've been eyed even though it's kind of weird.

"This is the reward."

10 Three pieces of dead paper and two demon stones. It's a long way to 10,000.

Keep the Demon Stone and the Dead Paper in a magic wipe. Well, you can use the Demon Stone right away. Somehow I'm going to put up with crushing it until I can get the skills I want.

All right, let's put up with dinner tonight.

Now, will you let me observe your training on the practice field until the lights out time?

It's such a practice landscape to wave a sword, repeat various avoidance moves. Um, none of the people look strong. Speaking of which, you've never seen a sparkling man or anything on the practice field today. Is that what you mean by not looking at people who might be strong!?

So you're saying there are fighters out there who want to join us? Speaking of which, the sparkling man was armored with a special weapon, wasn't he? Is it possible to bring in participants from outside? Well, isn't that cowardly? 'Cause the fighters we were told to buy have to gear up at weapons stores that don't have a lot of stuff lined up to change their assortment every time. Besides, we buyout fighters can't even go out. I can't even go outside and buy gear... it's just a bad thing.

If you had brought it in, you could have let me use my gear! It's not too late now, so please return my crimson.

- Two...

It's morning when I wake up... isn't it noon? Is the current time 11: 22? You woke up unusually late. I can't practice in the morning with this. Well, I don't have a choice.

Looks like the baggers who hand out the usual meal tickets are already home. but my lunch... Well, we have no choice. Do we eat with paper to death?

"Is there a potato warcraft... oh, don't be so sure"

Yeah? Who.

"Well, you seem to survive properly."

It was Frou who came to see me. I wonder what one of the great men in this arena looks like to me.

"You did a great job yesterday. That face of Suimei's toko hungry ghost... Kukukuku, it was painful to watch"

Could that be what you're here to say?

"No, you're right. We've got three rounds of yours."

To? Yesterday today, is it?

"The other guy is Augus. It's 13: 00 three days from today."

Oh, Magica. Is that Mr. High Oak? And in three days or so... how do I get ready? You're not gonna get any experience here, so you're not gonna get any better. Naturally, the first and second fights I stunned, because I didn't get any experience in group fights. I just have to remember my skills to manage to get a strong weapon.

I'm counting on you.

Hmm. Doesn't look like much.

"You're the fourth warcraft I've ever known to get a class. You're the second person in this arena to get a class of warriors. That's all I have. I mean, you know what I'm talking about, right?

Yeah? Warcraft usually means you can't get a class?

"To all sorts of warcraft - I'm letting a warcraft with knowledge get a class first, but none of it worked"

You think I'm the second? Speaking of which, Mr. Chappie said the 'race' was goblin night. Could it be that Warcraft feels ranked up and evolved? Can't you normally get a class?

"The cot that I'm the second person - the first one, you know...?

Frou shakes his head.

"Ha, what you expected would be Augus' cot, but no, it's not him. Well, if you keep winning, I'll see you."

What if I keep winning...?

- Three...

Since I didn't get a meal ticket, I normally decide to use one piece of paper to die and choose rice. I can't seem to choose a fixed meal because I don't have a meal ticket.

Things that just baked mysterious meat and fried mysterious potato blocks and things like yellow flat bread...... Um, all subtle.

Shall we eat fried things from the Mysterious Potato Block today for now? Oh, Auntie, the next time you fry a mysterious potato, cut it thin before you, please.

Drop fish soy on mysterious potatoes. All right, I'll eat a little feather cat, too, but good.

Shabby.

Kew's old man came when we were eating. This old man often gets tangled up in me.

"Sir, I think we've decided on your next game."

Yes, I know. I heard from Mr. Frou, who seems free.

"So, are there any prospects of winning?

No. I'm in trouble because I don't have any.

Well, in the end, I guess I'm going to feel like I'm going to do something with the sidearm Naraka I've been keeping warm. After that, he said he would save paper and buy a Greatsword until he was critical.

That's why!

Lord Kyou, are you free?

Let's join the team. Let's save some paper to death.

"It's a team fight, huh? It's going to be easier with my husband, and I'm in."

Oh, thank you. But you're not gonna make it any easier, are you?

"What are we going to do with the other one?

"If you check the bulletin board, someone else will join you on their own... maybe"

Come on, maybe. Well, I don't know anyone but this old man right now, and wait for someone to join me.

I wonder if I can fight as a group and participate as many times as I want in a day?