6.
"What's your name?"
"Lecan."
The referee tried to give Rekan the stick, but Rekan refused.
I don't want it.
"What?"
The referee took a little recan, but immediately went to the opponent, asked for his name, and handed him a stick.
"Oriental, Lecan! West, Hured! Matches, Begins"
In response to the decree to start the match, Lecan's opponent, Hured, quickly took a combat stance. The shape of the shield is rectangular. However, it is not very thick. He rests his shield on the front of his body, wandering forward from behind his shield.
When Lecan sets up his shield and drops his hips a little, that giant hides completely behind his shield.
The audience's wild next is bigger than any other game so far.
"Oh, come on! I don't think you'll see it before!
"Can you move with a shield like that? Ah!
Of course Lecan sees the front. I can see it in the back. I can see it anywhere. "Stereoscopic perception" has nothing to do with direction, nor does it interfere with the shield. On the other side of this shield, Lekan had a complete picture of what his opponent was doing.
It seems to be stuck. A stick in his right hand makes a fluttering, stray move to represent the mind of the handheld.
Lekan turned his shield to the side, swung with both hands, and swung over the playing field.
I tried to knock the opponent off the playing field, but the shield I set up took the form of a catch, and Hured blew it up so that it could soak up.
And he danced high into the universe, and struck directly at the tent.
And the heartstick of the tent fell, and the three old men were put on the fallen curtain.
For a moment, the area was surrounded by silence, after which it exploded.
"That's good. Ugh. Big man!"
"Awesome. Idiot!"
"I've seen it, Kasukane. That one from the head of the spellman union!
Rekan saw the referee.
"And there's a battle! Lecan wins!
Lecan sat in the winner's quarters.
The battle proceeded one after the other, with the end of the first round.
In the congregation of the victors are eleven.
"Just from now on -! World War II begins! The bet's over here. Ah. Your wagered warrior wins, or you'll see from here!
The praise rose and the referee nominated a player to compete in the first game of World War II.
"You and you, get up"
Up on the east side was a man named Gonza.
"You, what's your name?
"Gonza"
The referee didn't seem to remember his name.
And the battle between Gonza and Crest began.
Gonza turns to take it and carefully finds it in his hand.
Crest repeated a flashy offense, seemingly advancing the game in his favor, but will eventually eat a handached counterattack.
As Lecan predicted, the battle was a win for Gonza.
When the cheered Gonza returned occasionally, I saw Lekan with this one.
"Next, Lecan, get up. And you."
I thought it was a referee who didn't remember his name, but he seemed to remember Lecan's name.
"Oriental, Lecan! West, Parchio! Match, start!
Parchio is the biggest shielded participant outside of Lecan.
With a rectangular flat shield, the surface looks stubborn. He was regarded as an adventurer who stepped on the number of places. Parchio is also clinging to the stick. You seem confident in handling the shield.
As Lekan moved forward, he lay down his shield and shook it, just like he did in the first round.
Parchio, kneeling softly, grounded the bottom of the shield, knocked the top back and hid behind it. It is an unmistakable, unmistakable operation.
Once that is put in place, no matter how powerful the attack of Lecan is, it will be started and distracted. Lekan himself would fall ill. If you keep swinging through the shield.
Rekan changed the orbit of the shield and as he shook it up directly, he adjusted the angle and hit its bottom downward.
At this time, Lecan's shield is perpendicular to Parthio's shield, and this will not distract him or force him to escape.
Parchio's shield is grounded. I mean, it doesn't work.
In a situation where there was no escape of power, a shield that Lecan put on his entire weight and waved down strongly struck a decent Parthio shield.
Bachin, there was a whimpering noise, and the shield of the Parthio broke and cracked.
Parchio himself took a lot of damage and no longer has the power to fight.
Rekan made a moment of movement and waited for the voice of the referee.
But there is no voice for referee.
Recan shook up his shield.
Attack again, and Parthio dies.
But there is no other way.
Rekan waved his shield down, exactly at that moment, when the referee raised his voice.
"And there are battles. Winner, Lecan!
Rekan pulled out of his power and unloaded his shield.
The referee rushes over to Parchio and shields away.
Parthio's left leg is bent at an unlikely angle.
The lower body and upper body showed strangely deviated angles, threaded and bent, and from the mouth, she was wearing the trough and blood. He has a broken spine and sustained major damage to his gut.
"It's a red potion! Hurry up."
On order of the referee, a man of the caller grabbed the great red potion from the cage and rushed over.
When the referee handily stuck it into Parthio's mouth, Parthio's body returned to the correct angle, his legs straightened, and he threw up blood.
Rekan sat in the victor's chamber.
Eventually Parchio got off the playing field with his shoulder borrowed from the caller's man, and the referee swept around the remaining participants trying to clean up Parchio's shield and then pick the next player.
Someone stood up, shuddering.
Gonza.
"I abstain."
I didn't even hear back, and I just walked away.
"Me, too."
"I abstain, too."
"I'm coming down. I can't do it."
One by one, the participants left, and all that remained was Lekan.
In the hangout of a cancer winner, Rekan stood up.
"I'm the winner."
The referee sent his gaze behind Lecan.
Of the three old men, Lekan sensed in 3D perception that the oldest man wearing the necklace nodded.
"Winner, Lecan!
A loud cheer arose.
And as big as a cheer, the yakuza flew.
Rekan turned to his desk once again, ignoring anything, such as the audience's calling voice.
On the desk, there is the Wolcan Shield.
An old man with a necklace stood up and welcomed Lecan.
"Congratulations on your victory. Brilliantly, I got the Wolcan Shield. Come on, grab the prize."
"Appraisal"
"What?
"Name: Wolcan's Shield."
"Product name: Shield"
Endurance: Enough
Grace: Anti-Magic Defense, Anti-Physical Defense, Shrinkage (Pillar) Deployment (Pursuit)
* Those deploying must be the same as those shrinking
Condition: Curse
* Those with this shield lose muscle strength and lead to death
* Whoever has this shield cannot remove the shield
* This curse ignores curse resistance
"Hmm."
When Lekan placed the large shield on the ground on his left hand, he pulled out the "Hart's Dagger" he had placed on his hip and scratched the surface of the "Wolcan's Shield" all the time.
"Oh, that's, that dagger, still, no way"
"Hart's Dagger" sucks the curse if you scratch a cursed person, and even a cursed tool sucks the curse if you scratch him.
"Appraisal"
The curse is lifted.
Lekan held the shield with his left hand.
"Shrink."
The shield deformed into a caged hand and fitted perfectly into Lecan's left hand.
"Hmm. Then I'll have it"
"Ma, stay!
What can I do for you?
"Wolcan's Shield."
It's a winning prize.
"Yes, no. No, it's not."
"What happened to this shield?"
"There's only one precious thing in the union of spellmen."
"Right. That's a precious thing. Thank you. Bye."
Still an old man in the back with a necklace said a mess, but I no longer hear Recan.
I picked up the big shield and went to Edda and Arios.
"You made me wait, let's go"
"Congratulations, Lecan, on your victory"
"It was amazing. In many ways."
I have a caller.
"Oh, hey, you"
Looking at the voice, he was a middle-aged adventurer with a scratchy shield.
"What?"
"Are you cursed?
"The curse won't work on me. I also have the tools to disarm it."
"What?
The place is quiet, so the words of Lecan must have been heard by all the people present.
As the three Lecans tried to walk away, their pussies and applause arose, and they swept up and cheered.
"Well done!
"I'm freaking out!
"Now we're done with the awkward tournament!
"Awesome, Wallman!
"Wallman!
"Wallman!
Rekan was flabbergasted by the cheering voice.
"Wallman?
"I guess it's because I use a shield like a wall"
"Maybe it was because it was an unloose way of fighting like a wall"
Either way, it's not a very tight call.
Nevertheless, I didn't care about that.
(Looking forward to seeing how this new shield performs)
Lecan is in a good mood.