Strongest Onmyouji's Isekai Adventure ~ The Monsters are too weak compared to my Youkai Servant's~

The tournament will have the highest number of games in the first round.

In the three days leading up to my next game, I spent watching other games.

There were just a lot of strong contestants, but the two of them noted.

One is Mabel.

In the first game, she showed up in the arena carrying a two-handed sword that was as long as her back.

And shortly after the start, he snapped a straight sword held by a veteran knight who was his opponent at first sight... throwing his sword away and the opponent he had grabbed by the armor technique guidelines, with one hand.

Obviously, the way the little Mabel turned the Great Sword and the Big Man without making them microscopic was too mechanically unnatural, as if they were an illusion of the eye.

Well, it would be a magical effect.

I wanted more information, so it was a shame it ended in an instant.

The other is a twenty or so year old knight named Rainas.

It also seems to use magic, overwhelming adventurous upward magic swordsmen who were opponents with the magic of dirt and wind. It was a dangerous victory.

I caught my eye because I still seemed to be hiding my strength... but I didn't feel like I was waving to the audience or fishing for a woman in a liquor store even after the game, and I didn't feel like a good guy who was just strong.

And.

What's about to start is the last game of the day.

'Well, it's finally the final game of Game One!

"Hey, Seika-kun"

Efa sitting next to me sounds worried.

"Are you sure you're okay? If you have a headache, you should rest..."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's no big deal."

I wave my head down and answer.

I know the cause.

And this is necessary.

"I don't think you can handle that, but you shouldn't have to, okay?

"I know. Thanks, but it's the last day of the game."

Return that to Amu, and I look down from the audience to the arena.

Once this is over, the contestants will have checked the whole way.

"First of all, the first - Belen, the sage Fold's most apprentice! Speaking of Mr. Ford, he is known as a user of water attributes, but what magic does Bellen show us to fulfill!

Up on the stage is a typical magician-inspired young man, feathering a robe and holding a cane.

"The opponent is - from the Luglok Chamber of Commerce escort, Kyle!

I frowned when I saw the player slowly climbing the stage.

A boy in his mid or late teens, dressed in a mellow outfit, neither armored nor robed.

In my right hand I hold a one-handed sword - staying undressed.

I'm not even sheathing my hips. I just brought it because I need it, that kind of outfit.

The gray hair, combined with the insensitive footsteps of anger, was like a ghost.

'As for Kyle, we don't have any more information on this one either! It has a colourful appearance that neither swordsmen nor magicians can match, but what moves do you use! It's a highlight!

Both confront each other on stage.

The opponent magician also looked slightly pressured.

"Then the final game of the first round - here we go!

Almost simultaneously with the whistle. To a boy in disguise, a young magician tries to turn his wand.

But - abruptly, the movement stopped.

"What...?

The young man does not move in a position with his wand raised.

Obviously something is wrong.

Kyle, a boy in a different guise, walks slowly toward a stiff young man.

I descend the Taka of the Ceremony God who was flying above me.

I want to see it closer.

'What is happening!? Beren, there's never been a sign of movement! Kyle, I'm slowly packing the distance!

The stiffness in the audience is also growing.

Taka, who was descending, had come as far as the player's face could be seen.

Fear seeps into the magician's expression.

It is the boy who cares. I swirl Taka. [M]

The boy stopped his leg.

Distances from opponents have shrunk to one step at a time.

Most importantly.

As if in a daily scene, in a casual move - the boy's sword pierced the magician's neck.

Blood bubbles flood through the mouth of the youth.

Until this period, there has been no slight resistance to the magician's youth.

When the boy pulled out his sword...... the youth's body glanced as if he had remembered the movement, and fell on his back on stage.

Blood all around it. The whole place spreads.

"Beren, you can't fight - heh! I'm a winner, Kyle! Oh, my God, there's been the first death in this tournament! I'm also curious that Kyle didn't have the slightest sign of stopping the sword, but what more than that? This odd game unfolding ha-ha-ha!

Amu stares at his face, and leads to Efa, holding his mouth out of sight.

I'm glad these kids are decent.

The venue was noisy but showing some dark uplift.

As if I was expecting this development.

People's deaths are apparently a spectacle in other worlds as well.

At that time.

Taka's vision captured Kyle's face.

The boy's expression - was nil. No emotions have come to mind, the look of nothingness.

You said Lugloke Chamber of Commerce escort or something, but you're lying.

There's no way a chamber of commerce keeps such a monster.

Probably sent in from somewhere, the person behind it.

My interests caught my eye. [M]

It's the boy's eye.

Empty right eye. And those eyes with deep red left eyes.

"Oops! New information came in here! What a Kyle player - he means his left eye is the evil eye!! Oh, my God! A heretical evil eye has entered this historic tournament! What the hell kind of turmoil will wind up in WWII starting tomorrow!!

Were you also in this world?

A alien spellman who puts a curse on his gaze and curses his staring opponent.

- There's an evil man.