The GM Has Logged Into A Different World

The boss also plays host in Norinoli. You have the power to pull people from the ground up, but even more so when you come to different worlds, it seems to be increasing. Hmm... I'd like to take my supervisor home if possible, but this could be difficult.

I'm only going to try calling you, but if you can't, let's give it up. I want to respect the will of my people, and I'm not breaking up the connection.

As the first match begins, we open a handed out tournament table. Four were able to compete in the final tournament.

Nemear's game is in Game Ni. Satoshi's game is in Game 3. Satoshi and Nemear have to go to each other's finals to hit.

Caesar is in the fourth round. If things go well, Satoshi and Caesar will bump into each other in the quarterfinals.

The first match was between Troul's Heavy Warrior, Gal Gunn, and the samurai Fahu of the Monkey Head (Manto) clan.

Fahu's weapon is a stick like a tree. I don't know where such a force is in the thin arm, but that power that wields lightly is a brilliant object.

Gal Gunn, though not flashy, is a large shield and a one-handed axe on the standard.

In the fighting sector, there is no provision for weapons other than qualifying. Rentals are possible, but you can challenge them with your own weapons. There are heavy firearms, but maybe shooting poorly won't hit them, and they'll fall at the point of the mass war tournament. Apart from the autumn leaves. Even a knife is strong enough.

Fahu flirts with Gal Gunn in a mild move, but the opposing Gal Gunn does not move slightly, still using his shield and axe on the spot to prevent Fahu from attacking and preventing him.

It is difficult to punch and collapse when the Troul tribe, which has a hard epidermis from the source, is thoroughly defended. It's like a fortress.

Gal Gunn doesn't move off the spot, but he keeps fighting back constantly.

After a fierce offensive, the first to show fatigue was Fahu, who was moving around. Naturally.

I know very well from the outside, but Gal Gunn hasn't moved a single step from the spot. Fahu was moving endlessly and wielding a stick bigger than himself. It's natural to be tired.

Fahu appears to have entered the battle, holding a stick on his back and jumping heavenly high. And then swing down looking for Gal Gunn as he rotates vertically.

If Gal Gunn moves sideways here, the attack will be empty, and Fahu will self-destruct in recoil.

But what a hunch. He said he wouldn't be the kind of guy to avoid here.

Gal Gunn does not avoid it, but sets up a shield.

The moment the shield and stick hit. Gal Gunn, who never moved before, moved that leg for the first time.

The move is more agile than it looks, quicker, leaps toward Fahoo, and hits the shield against the stick. It's a shield bash. I'm afraid that's where the jump is.

Off the timing of the attack, Fahoo was blown off every stick without killing the impact, and fell off the scene.

The stick broke in two whether it was a bad hit or not, and Gal Gunn's shield has some snags.

"Off-site Fahoo players or! Game, that's it! Winner! Gal Gunn of the Trowels!!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Unsparingly applauded by the audience is sent to the winning Gal Gunn.

Should it be called the Boulder Final Tournament? It was a battle that looked good.

Fahoo wasn't a bad mover or force either, but he couldn't find the means to cut it off because of his defeat. Gal Kang fought back precisely as he defended himself. There was something to watch over.

I guess I've been doing some bloody workouts over and over. I can tell you are racially superior, and I can see how you continued to work out without being chronic about it.

Gal Kang returns to the audience with a loud roar, a smile on his wry face, waving his hand back to the holding room. That's surprisingly social!

The second round is next. Nemear and Kaizak, knights of the same fighting lion clan. He was vice president of the Knights of the Royal Kingsguard and next in strength to Caesar in strength, the division had explained. It's easy to understand and appreciated.

Feng looks at me worried.

"That guy... looks so strong, Uncle Nemear... will he be all right?

"I'm fine. Nemear is strong. So you can rest assured."

"Yes... I'm fine..."

"That's right. Fenn. Mr. Nemear is a very strong man."

"Because he's the one who does it if he's not even bare hands. I'm sure you'll probably win!

Autumn leaves next door gently grip Feng's hand, smiling gently.

Alice. I know you want to cheer up, but squeeze into one. That's crazy as a word.

"Right,......... Uncle Nemear... Good luck!

Fenn shouts his utmost loudness and cheers for Nemear.

In this large crowd, you can't possibly hear that voice in a noisy situation, but Nemear does turn this way and raise his fist.

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I was prepared to hit with a mighty enemy if it was also a final tournament, but I didn't expect to hit with Lord Kaizak.

I've heard about the person in front of me, Deputy Commander Kaizak.

Just like me, he was born of a fighting lion clan and comes from a famous Leopard family that has produced many Kingsguard knights in the past. The Leopards, who kept protecting their kings, their people, and their country in a place of constant light, would be worthy of a fighting lion clan with black hyenas.

Against me is the Rondwell family, a clan that worships the Uroboros denomination called cult by its ancestors. The hyena is black. Now whoever finds out that this is the color of the Rondwell family won't be there, even if it's from the inside.

He worshipped the Uroboros Church, so his ancestors were banished from the inside and lived in the shadows. When I was told the story, I had doubts that it was not taken until my life, but I had no idea that Master Uroboros had been discredited by the hands of the powerful of time.

Dear Leviathan - I was surprised when Lord Levia and Master Yormungard told me.

It was perhaps in the shadows that Master Yormungard was protecting us from the Uroboros. Even in the position of three dragons, we will not be able to impose power. Bad interference doesn't make you both God and man.

But I don't know what fate is. I had no idea that once again, beings like me could be on such a tabular stage.

Let's get this far from immersing ourselves in emotion. This place is a place of battle. You should throw away any extra thoughts.

At that time, you're not a witch by accident. I heard Feng. I can't possibly hear you in this hustle and bustle, but I thought I heard you.

Masaki will be sitting in the available seats today, as this means that you guys are coming to visit. Sure, over there.

When I saw a place I could feel it, there Fen did look at this one and scream something.

I didn't hear you, but I know what you said. I'm here for you.

We should throw away the extra thought, let's withdraw that.

Masaki, carry Feng's expectations and win.

"You know him?

"Oh. My man to protect"

"Right. Did you say nemea? I have to thank you."

"Thank you? I don't remember doing anything to you..."

"Even if I am. Though you are a cult clan, you fought for our Beast King, and for Lord Jormungard. As Deputy Commander of the Beast King Kingsguard Knights, I thank you"

Thank you for knowing me as a cult clan. It's not something you can do inside. The eyes of Lord Caesar, who put him in the capacity of deputy commander, seem certain.

When the other knights found out that I was a cult clan, they looked at me somewhere they despised me. Those eyes were no longer what they could be, but he seems to be something else.

If there is such a knight, this would make this country eternally cheap.

"But I can't give you a break. Even if the weapon is bare."

"My master said. The first weapon a person would ever possess, he said, is unarmed. That doesn't change the beast man either. A trained hand cleaves iron as well. My martial arts, especially look good."

"Right. That would be rude if I were to say so. Take my sword, but good. Nemea!"

That said, Lord Kaizak sets up his sword and shield. I will respond accordingly, stick out my fists, and take my stand.

"Come!"

"Oddly enough, fighting lions against each other! WWIII! Match, start!!

The drag of battle is sounded.

With an angelic cheer on his back, Lord Kaizak sets his sword against me and rushes through.

"Let it go!!

Avoid looming swords on a piece of paper with the temper of tearing.

A chirping noise will sound and my body hair will be torn.

Sharp slaughter that cleaves even soft hair tips, the boulder is Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard Knights.

Lord Kaizak's next move, which I found avoided, was also quick. Change the system with quick foot judgment, pull the sword and turn to poke. Brilliant!

I fist slap the flat of my sword, jump into my nostrils as I shifted to the side, and launch my knees out of a state of intimacy.

You couldn't avoid it at this distance, my knee devours Lord Kaizak's abdomen.

But Lord Kaizak stays put, swinging through the played sword and slitting my shoulder.

My knee was inhibited by Lord Kaizak's tough muscles, but I was able to do some damage. But my injuries aren't so mild either.

Blood dripping out of my shoulders, seeping red through my black fur.

Turn to attack with abandonment, knowing it's inevitable?

Heh, it's getting fun.

I smile unintentionally, but that seems the same over there.

We bump into each other again and fists and swords scrape each other's bodies.

"I don't know what to do with a sword without a hand. Surely the martial arts are an insult. Is the division in this tournament?

"Oh. Even if it's out. He's a Satoshi."

"Is that him!? Ha ha. Then you'll be satisfied with the weight of this blow."

"Master's blow is deeper and heavier than mine."

"Right or right. So you don't even deserve to be challenged because it seems to be tricky here!

"Exactly!

I can't do this in a place like this either. It's a rare opportunity to compete seriously with a master on the big stage!

Lord Kaizak seems to be in battle, too. Fly back and distance yourself greatly.

One breath down, Lord Kaizak stepped on his feet strongly and literally, against me, flied with his sword protruding.

Fast!

You didn't keep your distance to get help, you keep flying, you keep accelerating!

Plus, I'm approaching as I fly to Zigzag to make sure they don't read the manoeuvres.

A few times faster than the first. I guess this is what he meant. Avoiding it is a difficult business. Bye!

"Ngu!

"Huh!?

Lord Kaizak's eyes open with amazement.

It was supposed to be that, the moment the tip of the sword pierced me, my hands sandwiched the sword strong together.

A sword sandwiched with all its might never moves an inch.

I guess Lord Kaizak wasn't expecting it to be taken, not avoided or prevented. rigid with surprise and showed a decisive gap.

"Ha!! Dragon Legs!

"Ascension Leg" is a special attack taught to me by my teacher in place of "Thunder Leg".

After repeated practice and hellish training, it's a move that I've finally been able to sublimate to my skills. I can't thunder like a teacher. Really, how many times have you been dying......

Step out of one foot within a moment with a light force, anchoring the ground like a pile, then twist and center of gravity movement of the body with the other foot, from thigh to toe, moving the force and swinging it out over your head with all your might.

"Ascending Dragon Legs" wore Lord Kaizak's sturdy breast plate and the impact passed through his back.

"Ha...!!

Lord Kaizak's body dances through the universe and is slapped to the ground.

The venue quiets down and the referee rushes to the stage to see how he is doing.

"There is a battle!! Winner! Nemear Rondwell!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

The cracking surprise and cheer echoed the arena.

I can also hear you moaning out of the audience. Fighting also makes bets, so you were probably spending a lot of money on him. All I can say is that you're sad. Betting is something you don't lose.

Lord Kaizak was rushed and transported to the stretcher to the infirmary. Since these injuries are routine tea meals in the Martial Arts Department, there are always things in the infirmary that can handle restorative magic.

I told the elves they were fairy, insect (Insectian) tribes. It's all healing magic tricks. Even if my arm was slashed off, it would immediately bind me.

Masaki, you can handle more healing magic than that, so his awesomeness doesn't know the bottom.

I look up in cheer and wave where the fens are.

Feng, I won. I'll win again next time, so watch.

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No, I didn't think I could see blade free in the other world. Besides, it's that speedy poke. The blade would have pierced the body if it had been delayed for even a moment or if the force had been weak.

Satoshi's literally dying training gift would have made it possible to identify that poke. The general speed looks slow when you get used to that speed.

Nemear raises his hand toward us.

"Look, Fenn. Respond to Nemear."

"Ha... yes"

Feng nodded cocklessly, stretching his back to the best of his ability and waving. Alice is shaking the same way.

"I knew we'd all be amazing when we got here."

"Oh. I guess everyone's been brushing their arms for this time. There is also racial diversity, but there are many matches that look promising"

"Honestly, I didn't like watching these fights, but again, I feel like you know how fun it is."

"I don't care if you do it in Japan, it's like year-end specials or midnight prowls."

I can't see the battle of the blood-breaking bees anymore because the regulations are annoying.

In that regard, I find this fight to be fresh and fun for me and Autumn Leaf, who tend to bog peacefully. Sometimes I get used to blood.

If you think so, World War III begins. Satoshi's game.

Satoshi fought Cancún the Panda Clan... but the battle was decided by one blow.

As Cancún put a shield in both hands and watched Satoshi's movements, Satoshi stuffed the intermission in an instant and struck a right straight in from the top of the shield.

Cancún stands to cross his two-handed shield with it,

However, Satoshi's thunderbolt emitted, and the blow worn at the speed of the light blew Cancun with every shield to make him faint off the spot KO.

The venue was flashed by the development of just one blow, KO, and Singh quieted down.

I hardened up, too. Well, I had some anticipation, but not so far.

The referee is also rigid with momentary events and fails to issue the winner's declaration that should have been issued.

In this air, it's the boss who's moderating me back as soon as possible.

"Ha! Akan Akan. Kohon, winner! Satoshi! No way, just a blow decided the battle -!

After the victory declaration of the division, the audience cheers up late.

The opponent, Cancún, was an iron wall defense, a panda clan with a style of beating with shields while firmly preventing the opponent from attacking.

That defense was as tough as Caesar's last victory, and he was one of the winning candidates. But one of them is just a blow.

He loved this development for the beasts who liked these exact developments.

I asked later, before the game, Cancún asked me to come for real, and I can get it out now. It looks like I really challenged him. That's that blow. If it could have been prevented, a series of attacks would have followed that one.

It's Game Four, Caesar's last win with the Haunted Blade Ghost (Haki).

Haki's weapon is a sword, Caesar's weapon is a sword. Fighting among those who have gone many years with one another and the difference between swords and swords is that they have dedicated themselves to the sword path of something.

After several battles of slashing each other, meeting each other and sharpening each other, Haki was blown away and his sword slammed down his throat. Caesar's victory.

Haki is also one of the winning candidates. The ghost tribe is a racially superior species who said it was longevity, sturdy and rigid.

They also bumped into Caesar in the finals last time.

"Damn it! Lost again!

Haki gets evil while sitting on the floor, but that face wasn't in hatred and it felt like she was simply regretting it one way or another.

"Caesar! You beat me, make sure you win! You see!

"Uhm. Let us swear victory for the Lord's sake."

"Damn, he's still a tough knight."

'Cause that's something.'

He has a bad mouth, but his sexual roots don't seem like a bad guy. Caesar and fist against each other, laughing at each other.

I guess it's a rivalry.

The semifinals are next. They'll all be promising matches. Personally, don't worry about Caesar and Satoshi's game.