That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Where do we do the place?

"Let's ask in the square. I'd like to gather my brethren if I could, but would you mind?

The chief answers Bal's question and further confirms.

"Fine."

"Are you going to show off Master Bal?"

Although he was comfortable, Meena flashed her face.

The chief slowly explains to her.

"As you may know, the elves are not bright to those of the outside world. I want many to know about Lord Bartolomeus and learn something."

"That's a good thing"

Because Bal gave a favorable answer, Meena couldn't say anything.

"It's Vendenhert. Let everyone know."

"Ha."

Vendenhert gets up and gives a toast, and rushes out.

"Then, Lord Bartolomeus, let's slow down"

Bal followed after the walking out of the chief's back.

Turn right on the big crossroads along the way and continue on, sandwiched by tall and tall trees, to reach an open place where about thirty elf houses are likely to enter.

"I see. Looks like we could fit in here."

Bal was convinced as he looked around.

It is surrounded by tall trees, but before it is installed something like a black fence, and below it is white, hard soil.

I think maybe it's also a training ground.

Little by little, but the elves were gathering.

"Bartolomeus said that the masked man had defeated Master Wilhemina."

"I can't believe that Master Wilhemina lost."

Hidden interactions stand out here and there as the number of elves increases.

What I can tell from the whisper is how strong Wilhemina is in the elves.

She herself has completely ignored their voices.

The chief raised his voice where the spectators exceeded a hundred.

"We will reconcile Lord Bartolomeus with Vallaja. It's only a show of each other's strength. My fellow countrymen don't want us to miss every step of the way, and we want them to set an example."

It is cheer that has returned.

"Master Varaha will deal with you!

"Isn't this going to be a good battle?

It was the men screaming like they were excited, but the female elves were also shining their eyes.

Around where no one thinks Varaha will win, the difference in strength between him and Meena can be questioned.

"This kind of reaction doesn't make an elf any different than a human being."

When Bal whispers to Meena, she snorts.

"Yeah, it's probably a fake."

As always, words have togues.

Our Varaja stands about three meters to the left from the center of the square in a calm manner.

Bal moves to a position about six meters away from him to face him from the front.

"Can I leave the stand-up and to Wilhemina?

"I have no choice. In some cases, you'll need to explain."

Meena takes on the chief's favor lightly.

Because if I can keep up with Bal's combat speed, I think I'm the only one.

"It's Master Wilhemina!

"As nice as ever"

A voice rises indiscriminately between men and women to see and honor Meena.

Bal was impressed that you were popular.

Only in my heart because if I speak up, I can be misunderstood as spare or idle to the other person.

"Then let's use this for signals"

Meena magically creates a red pebble over her right palm to show it to both names.

When the stone, thrown up to a height of about five metres in light motion, touches the soil, Varaja kicks the ground and stuffs the intermission in an instant.

I struck him with a silver sarcasm without pulling out my sword, but at that moment Bal's appearance disappeared.

"Too bad it's a remnant."

Bal speaks as he stands behind him.

Varaja unleashes the magic "wind cutting wheel" in an instant without turning around or casting a spell.

"Wind Cutting Ring" is an offensive magic trick of creating a wind ring about three centimeters in diameter and chopping enemies.

In an instant, he activated all five simultaneously, aiming precisely at them, so Bal flies to the right with his heart roaring.

Immediately after that the wind cutting wheel is turned off and Varaja hits him with a sheath of swords for the moment he lands.

"Wonderful judgment and spatial grasp."

Bal honored Varaja as he stopped the sheath of his sword with his right hand.

It is not the usual strength to erase sorcery at the moment of being sent and create an exact attack on the destination.

He recognizes that his heart is going to be exalted.

The praised elf, on the other hand, felt one end of Bal's strength and was at heart.

(I was prepared because I heard you were stronger than Master Wilhemina... what a man)

Meena opens her mouth as the majority of the elves in the sight stall without keeping up with the speed of the offense.

"I didn't expect Master Bartolomeus to let you use one hand, even though he didn't mean it at all. Looks like Varaja's getting better too."

"Oh, oh."

Finally, only the chief reacts.

"Well, do you want to stop?

Meena asked him.

"No, I want you to go on for a little longer"

The chief tells him to make a bitter decision.

Few of the spectators feel the magnitude of the difference in strength between Varaja and Bal.

He wishes for it knowingly.

"I don't mind. Hey, Lord Varaha."

Varaja nods with a pretty face when Bal speaks.

"I could understand Lord Bartolomeus' mighty help, but those around him would be difficult. So I want to make it easy to understand."

I sensed what Elf was trying to say, and he shook his head vertically as if he had no choice.

"If you want clarity, you'll have to be flashy"

They returned to the starting position again.

It was Varaja who set it up first.

"Spirit of Fire, sift the power to echo and rough God's wrath. Expel my enemies with the radiance of heaven that illuminates the earth. [Aurora flames blazing into the glorious land in heaven]"

What he created in spiritual sorcery is a giant flaming spear that shines white.

A decent sieve would undoubtedly do great damage to this square.

Varaja does not hesitate to throw such a powerful spear towards Bal.

The spear of fire, which is likely to be lightly ashed by one human being just by touching it, is struck down the moment he emits light.

"Huh?"

Many elves don't understand what happened and do it right.

"Master Bartolomeus fired twelve bullets of light to offset it."

Meena explained it to them.

"Twelve shots?

"In the moment now?

The elves said, "I could only see eight shots," and Varaja sweats cold.