Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

The rose honey man looks around and realizes things have converged.

"Doctor, are you okay?

"Oh, honey man. I'll be fine."

"That's good"

"Holstaurus has grown up."

Stephanie, who is milking my head, sings her nose in a good mood.

"That's good. My fantasy-crushing (Imagine Killer) didn't crack and you picked it up."

You must be the one who picked up his life.

Honey man puts on cool and fingers on Stephanie. That's right, cancer ignored.

"You're not totally dealt with."

"Well, I'm loved by loneliness."

The moment I breathed back, he was a wuss.

"Yes, honey man. What do you say, B-Mon? What about the drawings?

"Not yet, no"

"Which, I just got here. I'll show you the drawings."

That's what the Doctor says. He sees machines like the tablet device the honey man had.

Apparently, scanning a monster with that one automatically registers the monster in the drawing.

I use something that is quite high-tech.

"Ho, 61 bmons I found, 6 bmons I caught? We still have to work on it."

"Yes, I'll do my best! So, Doctor, I'm here today to ask you for a favor."

"I'm already listening. You want him to be a B Monteimer, don't you?

"Yes, it is. I want to compete with him in the upcoming B1 Grand Prix."

"Fine. Kaji, I'll give you this as a testament to B Monteimer."

Whoa, maybe I can get something graphic, too? And I was happy, but it was a white note that was handed to me.

On the cover is a photograph of a real insect, penned in B mon drawings and miscellaneous.

"Um... what's this?

"In the B-Mont atlas. Sketch the monsters you find yourself and write down the traits."

Free research for elementary school students?

"No, you know..."

I point to the tablet-shaped drawings that Honey Man has.

"That one shows monster info and stuff in 3D."

"It's the newest one, not now."

"Ha ha..."

I feel like I have a bunch of the same tablets on my desk... My hatred is amazing.

"Well, then, newcomer Tamer Kaji. I'll give you a B-Mon. Pick one of the three B-Mons."

Whoa, I'm a little happy with this. Maybe you're the guy who chooses from three attributes: fire type, water type, and wood type.

"This is it."

The Doctor lines up three square monster boxes in front of me.

"Um, what's this?

"Take a look inside and you'll see what's in there, B-Mon."

When they told me I peered inside the box, there was moldy bread inside.

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I glanced at the two remaining boxes with my eyes closed, but it was all moldy bread.

"Um, Doctor. It's all mold bread."

"What are you talking about? Everything's parasitic. Different bread, isn't it? Unbread, bread, curry bread from the left."

"Mold."

"What? If you say so much, do you want to turn it into a new breed of melon bread recently found? Different colors make me call this an X-monster."

"You're moldy. X or Y, but I don't need mold bread."

Holstaurus killed me just now.

When I saw the mold bread of a dead honey man in Lariat, surprisingly, the mold was gathered together to regenerate and return to their original bread.

I think it's great vitality, but I definitely don't need it.

"I have no choice. Then let's keep it for you, Boltmon."

"Whoa, what is that? Sounds strong."

"Come with Red, Green and Blue. It's not a monster like the Yellow Version. You can count on it."

"I see, you imagine a small, cute lightning monster"

The Doctor hands me a specially made box. I wondered what kind of monster Boltmon was, and I peered inside and there was a single red screw rolling around.

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I shake the box with a frown and I hear the crisps and the screws rolling.

"Don't be too abusive. The red one attached to the screw is not the main body monster."

Rusty.

"Didn't you just get rusty, not moldy? What rhymes? Don't get angry."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, you know what I mean"

No, you're not willing to give this old man a decent monster.

"Um, I don't need mold or rust anymore, so just the box. You can compete in the B1 Grand Prix if that's all you need, right?

"I can't help it."

I got three boxes from the doctor.

"Kaji, the B1 Grand Prix will compete in three, so we have to get all the monsters together."

"You can have one. Elizabeth is probably enough."

"That's not going to happen. No matter how strong you are, the incompatibility of your attributes halves your attacks, okay?

"Well, Elizabeth's a water type, no matter what she thinks."

I'd tilt my neck wondering if I needed such a strategy, but, well, maybe I should have another one.

Then let's call him.

"I didn't know you were suddenly calling out what it was. I'm guessing it's a pretty big deal to summon someone on the lookout, huh? She said she was too busy admiring the asses of beautiful people."

Talking chickens that showed up in a great way, Donfly.

"Mm? What's that box, why are you trying to throw it at me -"

I threw the box I got.

Donfly's body became a particle of light and was sucked into the box.

I pick up a box that's been vibrating for a while but stopped moving.

"It's a B Monteim!

Somehow I put up a box and screamed.

This guy would look and personality impeccable as a busike monster.

Let's use this one for a few matches.

Me and my honey man had left the B Mon Institute and lined up for Reinhardt Castle Town.

Hang a monster box on your hips and head to the B1 Grand Prix.

When we enter Castle Town, we are scattered with busy Tamer figures just like us. Will this also work for the B1 Grand Prix?

"Registration (entry) first, followed by my successful back"

I followed my honey man's bushy back in a line of bushings in front of the Reinhardt Castle Gate.

"Most of the guys in line are in a hell of a row called Busyk."

"Be sure that either the trainer or the monster is Busyk, which is the criterion for entering the reception here first"

"That's a shitty screening."

"Of course it's forbidden to dope. Drugs No, Absolutely."

"First tell me how to dope it"

After a while in line, I gradually saw the lead.

There are many things that serve monsters, but many busikes that don't serve monsters.

I'm sure those guys are elite B Monteimers who realized they were busikes.

Come here and understand what the honey man meant by Elite B Monteimer.

What a warriors who bore grief.

"Uh-huh, monsters aren't busikes, and you're cool too, so you're not eligible to compete"

"Seriously. I wasn't a buzzard."

Apparently the Tamers, who were coming in multiple people, leave the line of B1 Grand Prix participants laughing at Guerraggera. Probably the ones who took part in the story to get the receptionist sister to do a facial exam.

Oh, the Way system that comes in at Nori is something that exists everywhere.

"Damn, they're the ones with the revulsion. Hey, Kaji, you think so, don't you? This one lives on a busike."

"Don't make me proud of Busik."

The line moves forward, the lead is visible and the sister at the reception is often heard.

"Yes, that's a good busike. Good luck living."

"Yes......"

"Both Monster and Tamer are very good buzzikes. Live with care."

"Yes..."

That receptionist sister. Isn't that too wordy? You throw too many fastballs at the participants' hearts.

After a while, the honey man's turn to line up first came around.

He's not serving mold bread, look at my face. This is the face of the elite, it was an unscrupulous attitude just to tell me to remember.

"Huh, it feels like life's hard mode"

Your sister smiled and fired a deadly blow, but was the honey man happy to talk to the woman "Yes, thank you!" He replied well.

And it's my turn next.

"Um, what's your name?

"Kaji... it's Yongsaki (super whispering)"

"Er, what about the monster?

"Oh, shall we let it out?

Your sister glanced at my face.

"No, I'm fine. Yes, please keep this certificate on your chest."

"Yes."

I inserted a red rose into my chest, which is my certificate of participation. Red roses on busikes are extremely destructive. No, I'm a futsmen, what's wrong is the values of this world. Tell yourself that.

"Next, then."

I left the line gently.

Nothing was said, but I was able to participate... I guess that means, from the receptionist's sister, a busike with nothing to say.

The honey man I've been waiting for smiles nicely.

"I thought you were a face pass, huh?

"Shut up."

If you're dropping your shoulders disappointingly just to join, a suited organizer-like figure shows up in front of the castle gate to raise his voice as to whether all reception is over.

"Thank you all for coming together! We would like to host the annual Festival B1 Grand Prix!

There won't be a festival every four years that's not as exciting as this.

"The contestants will have the right to challenge the current B-Monmaster by winning all three games! If you beat the B-Montmaster, you will be hallowed as the strongest B-Montamer! The draw for the match has already been completed, so participants should look at the Match Table and come to the Athletes' Lounge!

When you think it's a good story for a long time, the honey man turns his invincible grin to this one.

"You're enemies from here on out. All the B Monteimers here are elites, can you play and win and climb up to me?

"No, I don't mind losing the first fight."

"Waiting, good enemy (competitor)!

Leaving it so strong, Honeyman headed to the athlete's holding room.

I thought I'd just look at the match table, too, and when I looked at the prepared whiteboard, I already had my name in the first round.

"Suddenly it's me."