Reborn Brave's casual journey - The legendary bravest seems to be even stronger in his second life

In the form of being pushed by the enthusiasm of the twins, Lion decided to put them on the martial arts tournament.

We need to register in advance, so we head to the reception venue.

"Heh, you really have a lot of people"

Because of the unrestricted participation, there was a wide variety of people at the reception venue.

Besides adventurers, such as farmers and sailors who pride themselves on their power, and people who look nothing but villains no matter how they look at it.

There is also the appearance of a boy about the age of Lion.

Exactly no toddler was as good as Alc and Illis.

"Killing is forbidden, but in the unlikely event of death or injury during the match, the operator will not take responsibility. It's the same for children."

She was slightly threatened by a receptionist woman.

"If you don't mind, sign these papers."

"Can I have two?

"Two?

"Oh, I'm not joining you. It's these two who do."

"" Mmm!

The lady at reception rounds her eyes when she notices the toddlers who were on both sides of Lion.

"Huh? These kids? Well, I was wondering if that was dangerous..."

"It's okay. Because I'm stronger than adventurers around here."

"" Fine!

Confused, the woman comes out with two papers.

Lyon holds him because he can't reach the back, and the twins fill in the dirty letters.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Keep about the age limit, motherfucker. Why do you have to play with kids at martial arts competitions?"

I heard voices like that from behind.

Looking back, it was a mercenary-style pair there.

He seems to be dressed in used equipment and experienced.

"" Uh-huh. ""

"You can let me tell you. Show him in real life that you're not just a kid."

I finished the reception while forgiving the roaring twins.

And qualifying day.

The venue was usually used as an outdoor training ground for the Knights of the Holy Dragon - the Knights based in Wang Du.

Apparently, there were more than two hundred participants, but only eight of them could compete in the main race from among them.

The method of election is as follows:

First, divide just over 200 people into eight blocks.

Each block, twenty-seven or eight, determines one of the main contestants, but because of the large number of them, they are again divided into four groups.

Around seven people in each of these groups fight together.

Only the last one left will be the group winner and the four winners will compete in tournament form.

One person who wins it wins as a block winner, wins the right to enter the main race.

"It seems to me that Okay?"

"" Not at all. ""

"Well, it means we just have to win it up anyway"

"" Mm. "

Fortunately, the two seem to have split into separate blocks.

Alc is the first block. Iris is the third block.

"Then I'd like to start with a qualifying match for the first block. First Block, Group A, please take the stage."

"That's fast."

"Mmm!"

Alk is in Group A in the first block, so it's a sudden appearance.

Going up to the stage prepared with a tempered face.

It's a square stage about twenty meters by twenty meters made of stone.

Seven contestants fight on this.

Falling off the stage will not disqualify you and you can resume the game if you return within ten seconds. But it's out to fall deliberately.

"Are those freshly breastfed toddlers joining us?

"Ha, you're lucky this group. Actually, there's less than one person."

Look at Alk, a mockery flies through the venue.

"Shit, you're a starving ghost in the meantime"

It was one of the two mercenary-style pairs the other day who threw up so much on stage.

"If you're a little bit, you're gonna get busted. Be careful."

Coincidentally, it seems to be the same group on the same block as Alc.

"That man... isn't that Antonio from Battlefield?

"What the hell is that?

"He's an amazing mercenary crossing battlefields around the world. With my brother Autonio, we're talking more than a hundred battlefields."

"Seriously. It doesn't make sense to be half as intimidating as it looks."

"Look, there's my brother Autonio over there, too. You've made it quite widely known that you even participate in these people."

Apparently he's a famous mercenary, and his opponents on stage are on alert.

"Guru ~"

Alk rattles and intimidates against someone with such experience and a much better physique.

"What? Are you going to do it with me? Ha, then call me first. I'll grab the root and throw it outside the venue."

"Ha!

They say provocative things, and Alk is going to fly away now.

Lion said, "Patience until the game begins!," he complains with his gaze and gesture.

"Then the game begins!

Alk, who managed to indulge, kicked the ground with the signal to start.

The contestants and those watching, such as the five-year-old, did not pay attention at all.

It was therefore about Antonio, a mercenary of great skill, with the exception of the Lions, who instantly caught the figure rushing from end to end of the stage.

"What?"

"Yes!"

"Gu!?

Antonio staggeringly prevents the spinning kick rolled out by Alc with one arm.

Mississippi, Mississippi!

But an unpleasant noise sounded from his thick arm, which was stretched out, and the pain rushed around.

"Hey, what the..."

This should have been unexpected for him as well, having run through so many battlefields so far.

Still, a feeling stained with the body dampened the upsetting mind and immediately moved him to the next action.

"Ha!"

Wave the war axe you're used to using.

Heavy duty weaponry, but with his arm strength, it was possible to swing it at a rate that would handle a knife with one hand.

Most importantly, it was not possible to capture an alc with an unplanned agility value.

"Become..."

If you noticed, Ark was turning behind you.

And onto Antonio's back, striking a mighty blow in.

"Hey!"

"Bu ah!?

Antonio's giant blew up and rolled off straight outside the stage.