Muimui-tan

- One...

Mr. Bag took me to the aisle.

"Well done."

Yes, I did my best.

"Reward."

Four demonic stones with eight pieces of dead paper. Oh, 800 dead pieces of paper. You're suddenly getting a lot of pieces. I don't have any trouble eating with this, and if I had four demon stones, I would have crimson for the time being. Yeah, thanks, thanks.

Is there 993 sheets of paper in death today? If this is all you can afford, let's buy a Great Sword. More weapons is a good thing, isn't it?

Through the aisle to the modem. Rendezvous with the little feather cat I've been waiting for. The little feather cat worked so hard, it moved its mundane feathers over my head. As it is, Dobe spreads sloppily. My head isn't your bed, though.

"Hey, husband. You still won today?

I won. Even so, even though there are quite a few fighters in the modest room, it's about Augus and Kyou's grandma who got along. I fought with Mr. Chappie at Goblin Night only once in a team fight, but I haven't spoken or seen him in particular since then.

"What is it, sir? You wanted to get along with these people here? That would be easy."

No, well, you better get along than you don't.

"These guys like the strong ones. If you stay strong, if you keep winning, you'll easily admit it."

Whatever it is, keep winning.

"What, you're the strongest interested?

Augus is also involved. Are you guys free? Later, uh, I'm, uh, I'm not really the most interested person.

"You're definitely the Zenla Emperor when it comes to being the strongest in this empire."

Yeah? Did you say naked? What, the more you take it off, the stronger it gets or something like that?

"What is it, sir? You're not familiar with the Empire anymore? I'll explain everything."

Oh, will you explain? In me, Kew's old man is fixed with the image of an explanatory character who likes to explain.

"It is the still young Zenla Emperor who is ruling this capital. Well, I can't do politics or anything because I'm still young. Eight noblemen called Hachizen Samurai are helping it."

Heh. Is the name Zenla Emperor? I imagined a naked old man. Even though you're young, you're the strongest?

"Suimei's daughter Toko, who is getting tangled up in her husband, is one of the eight regular samurai. I'm in trouble because I'm investing in the arena."

Swimey is an alley, isn't it? You're the lady who was with the sparkling man, aren't you? Ho, it was the great nobility of the eight samurai who was getting involved in me -. That's what you knew so well. You shouldn't be able to watch a game in the arena, so you won't know the tangles from it, and where did you purchase the information? This old man seems to have a mysterious connection.

"Zenla Emperor... I hate strength."

Hmm.

"The Zenla Emperor has no choice. Unique Gear is too powerful."

Uh, that's the strongest system I've ever relied on for my gear.

"It's physically complete defense, magic reflexes, and psychic attacks. It's a unique piece of equipment. And it's handed down only to the emperors of history, and it's a substitute that can't be equipped or removed."

To? What sole? It's cheat gear. How do you attack something like that? Uh, is that why you're the strongest? That's why you're so young and powerful. I have no different (unique) gear too, but I don't think it's that much of a breakthrough performance...... what's the difference? Even so, I wonder if Frou knew no different (unique) gear because he and this emperor had it.

"Ma'am. They're here to watch my husband's game, and if they keep winning, they'll change."

Ho, ha, heh. You mean we just have to keep winning?

Do you want to get to where you can?

- Two...

Today and morning practice. I feel like too much morning practice has added quite a bit of basic strength and strength.

I wonder if we can decide on the next game soon.

You're also practicing a whole new way of fighting by buying a Great Sword and combining swords and spears.

Even so, I didn't think I'd start using swords as well as spears and bows. Because it's these arms and hands. Yeah, the sidearm Naraka is too convenient.

At the end of the morning practice, when I went back to the barn, Mr. Bag and the others were there. Oh, maybe we've decided on the next game?

"We've decided on our next game."

Oh?

Mr. Bag speaks to Augus. Is that Augus, not me?

"Your next game is today at 17: 00."

Hmm, today at 17: 00? I'm afraid I can't watch the game.

"Augus, we're waiting."

I speak to Augus. Augus arms up, grinning niggardly. Ma, I can't imagine much where this black pig loses, and you're okay... so isn't it hard to think about that? Kind of like a flag, huh? So, yeah, you're fine.

"And your game is set, three days from now, 12: 00 in three days. Don't forget."

Ugh, is my game in three days? It's sudden even so. No, but for that day, right now, it doesn't feel like it, is it better?

Would you like to wait for the next game while you relax and eat and train?

I had dinner and relaxed.

And that day, Augus didn't come back. Huh? Was it really a flag? Ugh, you're lying...?