The Man Picked Up By the Gods (Reboot)

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"It's a scam..."

After the first man's game.

The man knocked at the door and went back indoors from the garden, shrugging in a depressed manner.

"... hey, that guy"

"What he was choosing was supposed to be a slime... no way he lost?

A slave waiting for the order beside the door shrugged to see how it was.

The grumbled man walks away from the scene to not tell him as much as possible about the garden, or as officials urge him to.

(Defeated from that look. If I had won, something would have happened that I didn't think I would. Slime...... I've never seen a face in the arena, but when it comes to the top species, are there some strong, troublesome species)

One of the slaves who was quietly watching how it went. Ox Road stopped thinking there.

If you say you don't care, you lie, but your opponent is not a slime.

So keep unnecessary thoughts that far and think of the boy fighting himself.

(One aristocrat. Two merchants. The other had signs of seemingly merchant and not mere. And each was mixed up with the adults who wrapped up their own style, the only child. Above all, I couldn't read the most signs of the 5)

Gladiators tend to think strength is everything, but if you really want to go up there, skill is not enough. Gladiators are a popular business and the game is also subject to betting. It is therefore a job where popularity greatly affects the number and rewards of matches.

Unable to attract the audience, unpopular gladiators stop second class no matter how strong. Combining strength and popularity, it is the world of gladiators that is called first class for the first time.

Ox, who rose to a position close to the apex in such a world, had another power cultivated over many years of training besides the skill of the sword. It's the same "eye for man" as Morton, the head of the slave trade union who oddly sells himself as a commodity.

As a result of his countless games as a gladiator and his growing popularity and involvement with many nobles and merchants.

He began to feel his opponent's legs, sword swings, and becoming his opponent from one foot at a time.

“Sensation" gained after working himself out and even stepping down the path of the sword.

It detects the movement of the other person's mind and body and leads to the result of pulling his own moves up a step.

(Beyond age 30, sharpened senses resulted in double swordsmanship reaching level 5)

Ox Lord's greatest pride has been the loss of one hand. Still the same “sword skill".

If you are asked what is next, you will mention that feeling cultivated in training.

I had that much confidence in this “feeling," but his senses were missing out on the dragon horse.

(Someone...... obviously looks like a child, but the signs were blending into the adults around him. As if it were close, reciprocal. And most importantly... strong. The exotic man next door would also be a powerful man, but more than that... you can't possibly tell from what I've been thinking. All I can do more than ex is wave the sword and show strength. the same thing whoever they are)

One or two slaves enter the garden and walk away in a discouraged manner.

Two pairs of love swords on the side with it. Clench each sheath, Ox Lord for increased concentration.

Eventually, when the ninth returned, he stood up quietly and raised the sword of love to the left and right of his hips.

"... Ask just in case. You really think I can take this seriously?

"That's what I hear from the meeting. He said he got permission from the customer himself."

"It wouldn't be that guy's hobby, would it?

"I don't even know what it's like to doubt it. In fact, it seems to be the meeting that suggested it, but this time it's true: I checked with the opponent himself again after a game one year ago. It's better to get used to it than to get used to it."

"... then good. Thank you for your consideration."

After bowing his head lightly, Ox remembered his time on active duty.

Only about the game in my mind. Step forcefully on the ground and exit into the garden with dignity.

"Thank you for waiting"

I guess it stays that way after the previous game.

He was greeted by a dragon horse who remained in the starting position of the match.

(Again, it looks like someone who's not a glimmer)

Its standing is very invisible after four straight fights, full of room.

The dragon horse is the first to say a word and ask the opponent why he chose himself.

"The same thing for whoever they are. I only fight with this sword. As a swordsman, I just show my strength."

The concise answer is "no more words” and “everything is spoken with swords and results".

Two meanings were strongly praised, most importantly, Ox had already walked to the front of the dragon horse, to the starting position.

"Okay, give me a signal."

The dragon horse accepts it perfectly and pulls through the slime knife he can carry on his hips.

At the same time, Ox feels a sharp change in the atmosphere.

(If you have enemies in time, don't be slashed at the same time as you pull them out)

Just pull the knife out of the sheath. From all that movement, Ox upwards modified his perception of the dragon horse.

Pull out the left sword with your left hand yourself.

The sword is as shiny gray as polished stone, sturdy because it looks thick.

The shape is close to a razor or a knife, and the dragon horse recalls the sword “Scramasax” from previous life's knowledge.

And the two naturally entangle the power of qigong, strengthening the whole body.

"Begin!

(Must win first!

Ox packs the distance at once, flashing vertically from the auspicious arm.

The opposing dragon horse wields a knife to match the punch and ensures it is recirculated.

Together with a shitty metal noise, the two distanced themselves from each other.

……

At this time, the dragon horse was amazed.

To the speed that doesn't fit into the giant in front of you, and above all to the unusual weight of a swing punched in.

At the same time, he found that the power of the weapon itself was not only enhanced by his arms and chi, so he gently manipulated two heavy swords at the same time, imagined and praised the years of training to that end.

It's Ox as well,

(No scratches on the product. You were perfectly flushed with your moves while you could care less)

Ox's sword is a metal that refines this world-specific mineral called Heavy Rock Steel. Its characteristics, in addition to its rocky hues, are more than iron strong and more specific gravity than lead.

Specially crafted as the premise (...) that a strong Bull man will not train his flesh and treat it in an even more attentive and fortified state, the sword boasts a hard-won weight if you are a regular person, and once wielded, the weight changes to an overwhelming destructive force.

If you take it badly, weapons shouldn't be useless by now.

He instantly identified last minute interactions from his own long experience.

(I'm also convinced of the attitude of others. Those who did not doubt the information given would have felt hopeless. Is that Morton's wisdom? utterly ill bottomed)

... Although there is some misconception from someone's usual conduct, it does not change that he admitted Dragon Horse's arm.

And he,

(No matter how you scratch in one bottle, you can't win...)

Calmly judging his own state and the strength of his opponent, he took a step forward.

"... ooh!

Fill the distance with roar and fly.

I lost one hand. I decided I couldn't win.

So what do you say? Will it be a reason to admit to losing?

Neither the disadvantaged nor the opponent in character experienced it more than once.

Still, every time I did my best to fight and win.

"Huh!"

Speechless beastly roar.

willingness to say even with his life condensed within it.

Strike all of himself with the sword, and as a result he takes a step back the dragon horse he himself admitted was superior.

"Ha!!

"Huh!"

The sword, which was let go without intermittent hair, flew after the dragon horse. Ox pulls the second sword out of his right hip while the dragon horse pays off his impending sword to the brink. Two (...) swords attacked the dragon horse as if they proved that it was their main command to carry out a series of swords that deserved to be called a one-shot special attack.

"Mr. Lyoma!

Staggered for a moment.

While Reinhardt's voice was slightly delayed and two of the merchants could not even react,

"Fine. Store owner avoided"

Faye's voice sounds slightly contained in relief, and he develops into a fierce disconnect, wondering if the two bodies were separated for a moment.

"... now what? No, before that, the sword..."

"Take one float (...)!?"

Serge and Piolo are right. As if there was an invisible hand at the end of Ox's left wrist, it was following while the sword kept a certain distance.

"Probably“ mindfulness. "Unattributed magic that uses magic to move objects. I guess you're using that unchanging to replace the left hand you lost.

Earlier, he threw a sword and let it pay off to create a gap, and attacked it with another sword. Not only that, but I picked up the sword that was paid off and cut it up from the bottom. Unlike real hands, magic can ignore distances to some extent. "

"The shopkeeper played the flying sword, then came forward and attacked. So I suppressed the sword of my right hand and the movement of my opponent and avoided the left from the bottom off my body. The opponent has no left hand. There is one available sword. That's what the store owner should have thought, but I avoided it a lot in that moment, sir."

A fierce game ensues while the two give commentary.

Existent right and left with magic. The wind created by the two swords strokes the dragon horse's cheek and disappears.

3 to 4 times while taking a breath. You can't be safe if you hit it directly. Serial attack like a storm.

The dragon horse flushes it with the wind to the willow, aiming to fight back in between.

"Oh...... great...... really great"

"Orest. I'm sorry to be so moved, but can you explain all this?

Reinhardt inquired into Moreton, who had been spotted in the game between the two.

Serge and Piolo have a silent and sharp gaze.

"What is an explanation? I just recommended a good slave to my customers, and this just happened."

"Seems like there's something you haven't heard about that recommended slave, too?

"I heard you could use at least two swords magically?

"" He is obsessed with the sword. "“ I lose my left hand and can't wave the sword like the original. "That's what I should have said, but it could have been a slightly misleading expression."

Morton continued with a floating attitude.

"That move uses attributeless magic“ mindfulness, "as your Excellency says. But you all know that. The Beast Nation has a strong flesh, a high physical ability on the other hand, less magic in the body and is not compatible with magic. Being a cowman, he is no exception.

He seems to be fully challenging Master Takebayashi... unfortunately, that momentum won't last three minutes, nor is he fully capable of exercising his original powers. Again, after that, you won't even be able to stand alone due to out of magic. Recovery with medication is also limited, and in some circumstances it is not possible… "

Therefore “I can't wave my sword as I was". And he was not good at it and was not originally a warrior using magic in combination, so that he could fight in a short time and close to what he was meant to be. It's “the gift of his obsession," Morton says.

"I see. So what's your purpose? I'm not saying he doesn't have a problem, but still, if we explain it enough, we'll usually find a buyer, right?

"That's what I said from the beginning, because I decided he was good for you, Mr. Takebayashi. Ox wouldn't be dissatisfied with a workplace where he makes use of the sword's arms, or more so if the buyer is more powerful than himself. And most importantly... there are few people lined up like Takebayashi."

A deliberate beating aside, Reinhardt opens his eyes to the words added.

Serge and Piolo also look at Morton as surprised.

"The more you know who the hell he is, the stranger you are. The same goes for words and deeds and their thoughts...... Above all, their abilities are disproportionately high about their age. Of course there will be people like you who can go out with each other equally as friends. But not many opponents have the same skill, especially combat skills.

From what I've looked into, they seem to hang out with slum kids from time to time in the same age, but I hear they're close to mentors and students. How about this for kids of your age?

"... that you were thinking of growing up as a Lyoma your child?

"He's also a lot of sentimental age. I think it would be ideal to incite with someone his age if you speak of greed, but it would be cruel to ask other children for the same strength as him. If so, at least let those with close power and upliftment serve as slaves, but let's not put them aside."

"I didn't know those words were coming out of Orest."

He said, "Why would you want to observe a rheumatism when it's funny?"

"How rude. I do have a hobby for human observation, but I'm not going to interfere with a child's legitimate growth. Instead, we want them to grow up with the experience and happiness they get when they're kids."

Morton declared to swear with sincerity.

"... well, I'm sorry to doubt it"

"Especially if he wants to be a regular guest and observe better."

"Wait a minute! That's it after all! I thought you were sorry. Give me back my Wye feelings!

"Olest, a guy named you..."

"The more I ask, the more"

Three people expose their anger and flattery to remarks that return their immediate palms.

Fey, who just kept watching the game by himself there, told me the game was over.