The GM Has Logged Into A Different World

Semifinals, starting with a match between Nemear and Trowel heavy knights, Gal Kang.

Odds are slightly more dominant with 4,6 and Gal Kang. It would still be my assessment that it would be difficult to break that defense with my bare hands.

It's not public, but Nemear is Satoshi's apprentice. It's not strange to remember that defensive knockout move either.

But Nemear. The other guy's got a lot on his back. You won't be alarmed, but good luck.

At the semi-finals start time, Dora gets bigger.

In keeping with that signal, the east and west doors of the arena (Coliseum) were opened.

From the west, Nemear appears in martial arts attire as usual.

I don't even seem nervous, but I'm not relaxed.

When we're going to battle, I feel the power to make it feel so much.

The division's commentary begins during the period leading up to the stage.

"Coming out of the East Gate is a handless fighting lion (BattleLeo) clan with black hyenas! Nemear! According to the materials at hand, I don't know much about my background, but a real samurai who polished his fists for his loved ones! That strength is what I saw in the previous game! Can Nemear defeat Gal Kang?

The boss is one of those people who knows what's going on with Nemear, but he's not the kind of guy who makes it public here.

What you need to hide is delusional, while telling everyone the truth. The audience can hear a voice impressed with Ooh.

Unknown background is not particularly strange in this world. Sometimes they would join in hiding their identities.

Inside it's like, "I can't reveal who I am. But some people told me that the winner was mine"... and luckily Satoshi and I bumped into Satoshi in the primary qualifying round and blew it up. Someone who could be anybody anywhere, Nanbu.

"Coming out of the west are the heavy knights of the Troul tribe, Gal Kang Ya! The Trowels have rocky, sturdy skin, and the blows fired from their rigid arms are comparable to the fighting lions who deeply have the power to determine the flesh of their opponents or! But as we all know, his race takes fewer in war. According to the dossier, what a fellow thought he was to come and collect the winning prize to rebuild the surviving race! I want both of you to do your best!

The boss has the position of MC, so I can't support one side, but it would be the boss's heart to want them both to work hard.

One is Nemear, who polished his fist to protect his loved one, Fenn. And the other side is Gal Kang, who has won the battle to rebuild a dying race. They both carry heavy things. The difference would be wild in comparison.

Get on stage with each other and get to the starting position.

Nemear puts up his fist and Gal Kang sets up his shield and axe.

Is it supposed to be a tingling air, a struggle? Temper conveys so far.

"Wow!? I'm scared!

"Alice...... are you okay?

"Ugh, yeah. I'll be fine."

Fenn caressed Alice gently and was forgiving. Fen wasn't particularly moving in this temper. Is this because of the Fenrir tribe? I don't know, but if I can see the game well now, I don't care.

'So, you ready? Match, start!!

- Jahhhhhhh...

- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Nemear and Gal Kang stepped out of each other and bumped into each other as the sound of the drag rang and the audience's cheers rocked the atmosphere.

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Unlike the quarterfinals, Lord Gal Kang hung them at the same time as I did.

It's so fast I don't think you're wearing full body armor.

Lord Gal Kang's Tower Shield and my fist bump into each other.

"Ugh!

"Guh!"

The attack is heavier than I thought!

I never got pushed because of my teacher's workout, but my bumped arms caused a mild paralysis.

Lord Gal Kang was cleverly twisting his body and preventing him from being slapped to the ground, even as he was blown away by my attack. I also felt it in the game with Lord Kaizak, but when it comes to the semi-finals, it's just not a glimmer of opponents.

Reinforce your temper and meet him as you chase him.

"Ha! Shh!"

"Mmm! Mmm! Ha!"

Shake fists and kicks more than once, but all of them are prevented by his shield and axe.

"Ohhhhh!!!

It's not just defense. If he has a gap, he wields his axe with one hand with tremendous momentum, launching a fierce assault on me.

I just said that the axe is both hand axes, even the axe, but its rigid arm wielding with one hand, the boulder, is the Trowel tribe.

The inevitable black hair tips and clothes are cut slightly, drifting through the universe.

"Shit, avoid the current one"

"I'm not as fond of you as I am of you to hit me. The current attack was dangerous inside."

"But your attack doesn't make sense to me either. You're carrying something, but I'm carrying something important too!

Sure, his defense has something to keep an eye on. If you turn your attention only to defense, it would be a delicacy alongside Lord Cancún.

"Let it go!

"Ha!

I punch a foot knife in my foot, but I can avoid it in a light motion, not by the looks of it.

Good move, no matter if you make a bad offense, it just gives him a crack in the fight back.

Then until you punch it in so fast that it can't be prevented!

I jump into his nostalgia in one piece, but he takes the stand to cover my sight with a shield and prevent an attack. Just as we assumed!

Dragon Jaw Rise!

"Whoa!? Oh!!"

Skills collaborative skills received from the teacher more than once. I know the timing, movement, flow, etc well.

... so painful to pass out.

Although not master, the continuous moves carried out from my forged flesh float Lord Gal Kang's body.

I've been waiting for this moment!

The point of defense lies in a tough ankle. If your legs aren't on the ground, you can't defend the iron wall!

Take a deep step through your legs, pull your fists, move your weight from your legs to your back and keep hitting him off your back!

"" Iron Mountain Hard "!!

It's a technique that toughens your body to the extreme by the power of magic and punches all your weight into your opponent.

This is also one of the moves I learned from my master. I tried it in the groundyard that I was working on my skills, but it looks like you managed to do well.

He can't even stomp in the air, he takes my blow decently, jumps a few times over the stage and rolls to the off-site critical.

Aya, off the scene, he sticks his finger up on the stage and flinches.

It was handy. It should have hit him decently, but he gets up while fluttering his legs.

He would have hurt his gut. Look at me as I gently spit blood and rough my breath in my helmet.

Those eyes are never heartbroken, they are full of fighting.

"Brilliant, it was a series of attacks"

"But I've already answered that blow. It must be hard to even stand."

"I'm the most aware of that, even if you don't tell me so. But you can still stand. Just one more blow, and I'll have you hanging out. Nemea!"

"Take it and stand!

If we let him prolong this, he will continue to fight until he falls, no, until he dies. You must never let that happen. Then I'll just make up my mind with this blow.

He is a weapon, throws down an axe and sets up a shield with both hands.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!

Set up a shield and rush towards me. After all, I guess the shield is his pinnacle.

Avoid targeting your back, etc. Intercept head-on.

Cage your strength on one leg to the max, and shake up momentum when you and I are stuck between us.

"" Iron Leg Slash "!!

A blow of the synagogue, which also cleaved iron, tore the shield of Lord Gal Kang, his armor, his skin as hard as a rock, and blew it wide open.

When he falls straight to the ground, the referee rushes.

Raise one hand wide as the referee looks at his condition.

"Winner! Nemear!

- Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

A freshly cracked cheer is sent to me. I feel like we've been fighting for a long time, but it seems like we've had enough in time.

I can see the fens are happy. But I have something to do before I put it down.

"Ambulance team, hurry! Stretchers!"

The blow now could not be handed down. I definitely had the feeling I slashed his meat.

The healing magic is applied while the doctor who had refrained is holding back the overflowing blood with a cloth. I kneel next to him, hands down.

"Nemea player? What...?

"I can use restorative magic, too. I want him to be treated."

"Oh, did I? Helpful. The wounds are deeper than I thought... I had no idea the Trowels would get wounds this far..."

I'm sorry about that, but it's the result of his attachment as a warrior. If you lose your hand, you can scratch both body and mind.

When healing magic is unleashed from his right hand, the wound of Lord Gal Kang begins to regenerate, gradually bleeding less.

Because physical wounds can be healed this way, but heart wounds cannot be healed by healing magic.

Masaki, you would be able to heal in a moment, but this is all I have.

"Oh, the bleeding has stopped already! Thank you, Nemear."

I'll take care of him.

"Oh. It's our job later. So that you can be treated, too. Considering this later game, you'd better keep your magic as warm as you can."

"Right. Let me do that."

The ambulance team that came in a hurry put Lord Gal Kang on the stretcher and hurried him to the emergency room.

I also take a few doctors and go back to my holding room.

As soon as possible, we need to regain strength. The next opponent, Caesar or Master, is a complete opponent. I can be a desperate opponent, but somewhere in my heart I am joyful.

Hehe, I wonder if I'm a battle race again.

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It seemed like a tough one, but Nemea managed to win. But that troll named Gal Kang was really strong. No one can judge Nemear's attack that far.

Dropping off Gal Kang, who is transported on a stretcher, Nemear is also taken back to the holding room by several doctors.

"Fenn, why don't you go check on Nemear?

"Huh? Uh, it's good...? It's time for Satoshi's game to begin... but"

"I'm fine. Honestly, I'm worried about the game, but now I want to prioritize Nemea."

"Right. Though I had avoided direct hitting, I had received his axe and shield several times. It's not like there's any damage left to your hands and feet."

"Then it's Masaki's turn, right? If Masaki's magic heals the damage that's easy to overlook."

"Sounds like he was using magic, and he needs to replenish his magic."

When I asked Fen to stand up, Adele, Yoko and Autumn Leaf continued.

Alice also tries to follow me in a way that sticks to Fenn, but Levia takes the root.

"The Lord is this way."

"Er!? Why? I'm coming with you!

"I'd get in the way if I went around. Your Lord wait here honestly. See, you can still eat this."

That said, Levia would have been prepared, handing Alice the baked sweets.

"Huh? That Levia gave me a treat? A foretaste of a natural mutation!?

"Do you want to be eaten again, Lord!

"Just kidding."

Well, you think so. Levia rarely feeds people. You must like Alice a lot, Levia.

We took our seats and headed to the holding room with Nemear.

Is it an escort in front of the holding room, with a knight of the head lion standing upright immobilized?

"This is Count Towdo!

"Excuse me, may I come inside?

"Yes, but now Nemeer looks very tired..."

"I'm here to do something about it. I'll let you in."

With the approval of the guard knight, knock on the door of the holding room.

"Nemear, it's me. It's Masaki. The fens are with us, but can we come in?

"Masaki, is that you? Oh, I don't mind."

When I opened the door, Nemear was sweating, sitting in the chair.

"I'm sorry. Stay dressed like this without even a welcome."

"No, fine. You seem pretty tired, and you can stay put. How's the injury?

"Crude, I've had my injuries fixed, so I'm fine"

"Well, still just in case,"

When I checked with Nemear (Appraisal), my HP was slightly reduced. Perhaps the battle is paralyzing the pain. There is still damage somewhere.

"" High Heels ". How about this?

"Mm, you're feeling a little easier. Was it still hurting somewhere..."

"It's common for small damage not to be noticed by yourself. Tiredness and magic after... Adele, can you ask for the magic one?

"Okay."

While Adele is using the Magic Supply, I take the power pine I was bringing in from Atami from the item box. It is a special Haruka fruit used in the Empire War. That's one of the things I brought for emergency food. I ate some on my journey with the autumn leaves, so that's the last one.

Receive the knife you were using for cooking from the autumn leaves, cut into rectangles for easy eating and serve on a wooden dish held by Fen.

Yoko began to burn sedative incense. Yoko has a lot of these scents.

I like the smell. Smell fetish, though.

As we all move a lot, Nemear smiles happily.

"No, it's because you were there."

"You deserve it because you're an important companion. Hey, Fenn."

"Yes... Uncle Nemear is... um, important to me, too, because I'm a person. Yes...... Uncle Nemear"

When Fenn offers Nemear a wooden dish served with power pine, Nemear carries one to the mouth of the shot.

"Oh...... thanks. Yeah... this is... awesome stuff. Physical fatigue takes away wonders..."

"That's the kind of fruit that works. The opponent you're about to fight is the opponent. You can do this."

"hehe, sure"

Dra's noise rang loudly as the scent of soft forest aromas drifted. It looks like the second semi-finals match, Satoshi and Caesar, has begun.

"Masaki, Master Caesar and Master. Which one do you think will win?

"Caesar and Satoshi... to be honest... Satoshi."

"Again..."

Caesar's strength is out of the group, but Satoshi's power surpasses it. Attack, defense, speed. Satoshi outranks Satoshi in all of that.

Fighting games are games that are purely dedicated to combat. Satoshi, who has that power, is strong enough not to want to turn it against his enemies.

Put a circle around it and be cool with yourself. If you are on track to gain strength, you may be caught off guard and skipped in, but you can only say that your decision to always settle calmly and sometimes ruthlessly kill is horrible.

I don't know what Satoshi saw in this world and how he lived, but it would never have been an easy road.

Mr. Satoshi bumps into Caesar the last time he won.

It's a battle between the strong, but it won't last as long as Nemear's. A prolonged battle is rarer.

After a while in the pantry I have been relieving Nemear's nervousness, ohhhhhhhhh!! and heard a lot of noise.

"Oops! Done! Winner! Satanist! Caesar, the last winner, lost here! Who expected it! The final is a battle between the first Nemeer and Satoshi players!!

The voice of Mike the boss echoes across the arena (Coliseum).

As expected...... The other person is too bad.

"Nemear, you're right to ask. Looks like Satoshi has decided."

"Ah...... I wanted to get along with Caesar once, but this is fate, too. But I have to thank this fate."

"Thank you?"

"Ah... this is what my teacher told me when he challenged the fighting department"

- If there's anything to hit, Nemea. I'll treat you with all my soul, with all my heart...

"I fight my teacher for real. And when it comes to not feeling scared, it's a lie, but somewhere in my heart I was thirsty. Probably - no, I can't win for sure. But still, I need to reward you with an arrow or so. As his apprentice, it's time to show him how to grow."

"Right. Then there's only one word from me. Good luck with that."

"Oh......!

I get up and take them all back to their seats. From here on out is the battle of Nemear.

We'll watch from the top. The battle of Nemear.