The Branded Female Fencer

"Layer, why are you going to qualify?

"Don't you know? One gold for a qualifying runner is worth six months of my pay."

"... I heard. I was an idiot."

I thought Layer was a little motivated, too, but Elsia dropped her shoulder when she heard herself being ridiculous.

"Isn't Elsia for money?

"Hmm! So is the money, but I've decided to give it an arms test. It's a good opportunity to see how strong I am."

"Whoa, me and Elsia are all gonna make it through the qualifying round, so layers can lose in peace! I'm going to pay you for a qualifying round!

That's what Gail put his hand on Elsia's shoulder, so Elsia was shunning and putting her foot on Gail. Gail was overwhelmed and his nose slammed.

"No! What the fuck!?

"Don't let your feet shrug, thank you."

"Geez, I can't stop bleeding my nose. Doosan, this. That's my third qualifying team, right?

"If that's all you're confident about, it'll be a good handle."

Elsia said sarcasm, but in fact Gail's recent strengths have grown considerably. My physique is growing great, and I'm already getting two heads taller than Elsia. Compared to adults, it's easy to keep up with the training of Rosetta's special soldiers. I'm Gail, who's physically fit. It was obvious that if the physique was accompanied by skill, he would become an armed mercenary in the future. One thing I'm worried about is the character of the groomer and isn't he diligent?

Gail managed to stop the nosebleeds, and ran to the ambulance. Around being able to run, Layer thought there would be no worries. And the face you can afford to prepare, they're gathering to support Dorothy, so they decided to head over there. The additional qualifying venue is simply a simple construction with a rope and a fence in the square for rapid construction.

Off-site or surrender, that's all if the referee stops being incapable of combat. And with safety in mind, use less lethal weapons such as simulated knives. As long as it is made of wood, the type is unquestionable. And I was free to put on and take off my protective gear.

Qualifying contestants enter each of the 10 directions of the arena. Dorothy couldn't wait around, but she came in calmly. It reminds me of an already skilled mercenary.

"Dorothy, do we win?

"Probably fine. Dorothy is getting pretty strong. He was hit several times in a mock fight."

"Liar? From Daron?

"Emerald got hit, too. Yikes? Dorothy, pretty strong for a human."

I was surprised around because Emerald spoke proudly, but the line was giving a sober opinion.

"Well, unless you're a knight in the qualifying round or even a grade A mercenary mixed up, you usually win. Dorothy's good at it."

"Deputy. If I didn't have the grip in my hand, I'd look good on that line."

Tajibo pointed me out, but Rhine was chewing me breakfast. I'm preparing there because the venue is the same, but they were also concerned about Dorothy's deployment. I'm supposed to be in a refraining place, but I mix it up with my guests and look at it.

And there was a shadow nearer to it.

"Next door, okay?

"Ah? That's... oh, my God."

A stubborn beast man suddenly stood next to the line. Rhine thought it was a familiar face, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was the beast general who was next to Dryan.

"Uh, sure, of the Beast General"

"It's Roch. Long time no see."

"Ah, General Roch?

"Yao. Looks like you're doing well."

Roch also had eyes on Yao, so he was reporting lightly on recent developments.

"Isn't that King Dryan's escort?

"Does that king need an escort? They said they didn't even need an aide. So I'm here to see my men qualify."

"Who is it?

"It's Zef."

Point to the beast man Roch came in from the opposite of Dorothy. Yao had a familiar face, too.

"Lord Zeph. Are you sure it's General Roch's side?

"The boundaries of the main battle are filled with us. He's young. You can rarely get to the Southern Front if you're near me, and it's like you've been accumulating depression. I couldn't help it, so I brought him in and put him out for qualifying. Next thing you know, how it goes?

"Yeah, one of our guys"

Yao pointed to Dorothy.

"Zeph's guy must have never fought a human. Iron counterparts used by humans are inherently quite difficult. This time, though, we can wear protective equipment on our nails, and they're wooden swords."

"Still a mighty enemy."

"I guess so. Wouldn't it be five minutes if you could win?"

"That's not all that's troublesome."

Ahead of where Rhine pointed, there stood a warrior large enough to be seen as a giant. The venue is on fire. Not as big as Daron, but about three minutes bigger than a coarse human being. My physique and muscles are enlarged with it.

That physique makes the flesh itself a murder weapon. It didn't seem like it had anything to do with wooden weapons or anything.

"You're the men of the sea in the West. Occasionally we do mercenaries on the run, but mostly in cold weather, when the ocean freezes and the ocean is rough. I heard the Sea Devil's activity has been flourishing lately and he's not fishy, but you've come out this way. Maybe it's for gold."

"Are you strong?

"As it looks, ordinary people can't win if they have arm power. When you're captain, you say you throw giants away. Plus, that robe guy is probably a mercenary who specializes in assassinating, hunting bounty necks. I know you're not planting a dark vessel, but I'm pretty sure your arm will stand. That's a pretty difficult qualifying group."

My colleagues are anxious to explain the line. And the names of the contestants were called, and each of the contestants appeared, but Dorothy was smiling and waving as she found the lines. On the contrary, Zeph stands guarded. Roch asked the line when he saw how it was going.

"Who sees it as advantageous?

"It's your soldier who's in your favor. But you're right..."

"But?"

"I guess it's Dorothy who wins"

At the same time as the words of the line, it took a signal of initiation.

Continued