The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

'Come on, it's time to start qualifying!

Astalot's voice sounds, and I open my lid.

The place isn't a modest room, it's already all over the city.

A short distance away, the boy in question was sitting down near the fountain, and he looked visibly soggy. For some reason I didn't stop saying 'I want to sit nearby', but the effect of refusing to do so?

I leaked a small sigh and gasped my head.

"Oh... damn, you're going crazy"

If Gil's guy was here, that would've solved everything, but he seems to be starting somewhere else.

Oh, my God, he's a bad guy in between only at times like this.

Because of this, I want you to demonstrate the unreadability of the targeted air that hits you in the qualifying round while saying 'Let's Fight in the Main Battle' or something.

... but, well, maybe that's just what I was fortunate to do this time.

"... hey, could that guy..."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

I hear a lot of talk and I look at you.

There's a blonde young man in silver armor and a blue-haired maid sitting next to him, and really, I'm glad Gil wasn't here, in a way.

You perceived that you and I had eye contact, or the blonde young man walks over here.

"Oh, you know, maybe..."

"First time, not the Armor Pendragon."

To my words, Armor, the pseudo-brave man who came out of Gill's story, turned his eyes round.

Surely it shouldn't have been the first time I met this guy just to say 'I've never met him in person'. Anyway, the last time we raided a militant party, this man should have been there. So, I don't remember at all, but it's not the pattern between first encounters.

"Yes! Nice to meet you...... uh, Mr. Kronos, were you calling yourself? It was rumored in the Adventurers Guild."

"Well? According to what I've heard, you've also heard of the rare talent who banished the Adventurer Alliance."

"... as it were, well, I was the only one banished. This person... Malta looks like an SSS Rank Adventurer."

Transfer your gaze to the maid next door.

A maid who looks everywhere, with a faceless expression on her face.

But if you look closely, you're already in a combat position. I look horrible in the aftermath of "Ex-Lasbos". Well done, sounds like a lady of the Lord's Thought.

"You too...... well, I guess we're seeing each other. I know you're asking, but it's Kronos. Don't worry, there's no hostility."

"... is that right? I don't trust you, but it's Malta. He was the head of the assassination unit of the former Holy Nation."

"... it's horrible"

If I hadn't been this person, I would have been on guard.

But that's the 'if' story, not now.

She leaks her sigh as if she were frightened when she returns it without any particular alarm.

"Mr. Ginn told me... that's what you used to say about loose shells. Russ boss who lost the flame of hatred that burns too much. I beg your pardon, but in (...) of (...) weak (...) ku (...) (...), (...) is (...) ah (...) ri (...) ma (...) let (...) n (...)?"

"Hey, Marta!

Armor calls for a halt, but Malta doesn't stop.

"At least... that day, after the end of the Divine Devil's War. That look against the flaming giant.... I only saw it in the distance, but it was more horrible then. I don't feel [the strength of that time when I was looking for strength] for you now."

"... yes, I wonder if it will"

Sure, it's the first time I've been told.

I don't want strength as intensely as I did then.

Otherwise, there would be no such idea as' practicing maneuvers'.

Restrict your power and see a new world. You wouldn't even think about it.

I touched the metal on my neck and laughed lightly.

"-" The Fool Who's Out of Heart, "I guess some see it. The other day, an old acquaintance who thought so came to me.... Well, I don't know what you think, and it's not what you think"

But still.

"I am. I don't feel like losing to anyone anymore."

That's what I told you, I must have laughed.

There is no place for what was once awesome. No majesty, no intimidation, nothing.

It makes no sense without any reason.

Strange, but confident.

"... is that right? Then show me."

"Of course, my words don't weigh anything."

As a result, I untie the arms I was putting together.

Bring your gaze to the perimeter.

And I held my fist.

'The rules are simple! Take the [bills] your opponent has and only the top 32 players who eventually had the bills will compete in the main battle! That multiplier, what a hundred times more! Freedom to take it, throw it away, steal it, tear it apart, throw it all away!

Astalot's voice sounds.

Looking up into the air, the countdown had already begun.

As that attention draws attention to me, Armour, Malta and others… Eventually, they lay their weapons against the three of us.

"This is..."

"Even if it's not about you, it's me and Malta who sell the best names in this world, so... Well, I expected this to happen."

Armor pulls out his hips sword.

You're not going to show any seriousness in the qualifying round, or it doesn't look like it's the original 'Divine Sword'. But even if not, it looks like a pretty good business.

Next to it is the figure of Malta, who took a silver dagger from somewhere.

"Hih, hih! Mr. Kronos!

"Don't stop by, shitty kid. If you want to join, do it for real, or resign."

That would be the least bit of courtesy.

Don't join without it.

I'm a half step away from the orphanage boy.

and, at the same time, the countdown over the sky came to zero.

"Ha ha, it's a qualifying start!

Astalot's voice sounded.

And countless adventurers ran out with wild growls.

"Do it, you guys!

"Banish him to the highest adventurer! Now you're gonna be a big rookie, but if you surround yourself with numbers, you win this one! Let's start with some nasty bastards!

"I'll take precedence!" Fireball "!

A giant fireball approaches us from the rear.

I lay my hands together... and I rounded my eyes at Malta, who looked sideways.

"Absolutely… what is a flying tool to a proximate subject. What a relief. Shame on you."

She waved a dagger into the void.

As soon as possible, huge slashing marks are engraved into a remote fireball, and its magic, which no longer holds its shape, is instantly fogged away.

"... this surprised me. Can you fly the attack anywhere...? subspecies of metastatic magic, did I just say,"

"... Well, I won't go into details, but it's something similar"

What is a 'proximity subject'?

Avoidance does not pass against this woman if she is of the same quality. Even if it is cut in close proximity, if the opponent attacks, he can transfer the attack wherever he wants, trying to avoid it. It will only be chopped up unilaterally.

... I see that's a good force. I learned.

"Dude! Hey, I'm looking at something else!?

and adventurers looming from flanking me like that.

There was a man there with a great sword of silver, and I gave it back to him in part.

"I didn't?

The man waves down the great sword.

And shortly afterwards, I peeled off my white eyes and blew them away.

"Huh... Huh!?

Right next door, Armor, who had a sword to deal with, leaked a surprised voice. So is that, this can't be imitated by humans.

"hey..."

"What, you didn't see it?

Ask him flashly and look forward again.

There...... I guess I didn't see it. There is no hesitation whatsoever, there are adventurers who leave the momentum to storm.

The weapons they are equipped with are all the products they would have bought up for the Games. Such a weapon, in front of them thoughtfully swayed.

- I took an unprotected step.

"- Oh, blah."

Someone screamed. The audience took a breath.

In front of that, a blunt sword [passed] through my skull.

To be precise, you should be correct in saying to me (...) that the (...) part (...) that was touched (...) (...) was also (...) trace (...) shape (...) was also (...) extinguished (...).

The man who lost his weapon in an instant turns and leans back, putting his foot on such a man and letting him fall from the back of his head. Now one is out of combat with his white eyes peeled off.

"Co, you bastard! Kill me..."

"The intention to kill is a point, but it's too late."

I don't hesitate.

Just get yourself out in front of yourself and stretch out your arms.

All the weapons that touched me disappeared, the stretched right hand hit the opponent's jaw directly as a counter, just one blow and it just went down. This is the third person.

"Nah......! Oh, you just..."

"Can't attack, huh? Don't worry, I'm not attacking, I'm defending and I'm just 'keeping' my arms and fists."

I'm not attacking anything.

Read the opponent's actions and 'put your fists down' to where the opponent's steeple will come in a few moments. That's all the opponents fall on their own, and things like that, like putting legs on them, don't even hit the attack.

I mean, I'm not attacking or anything.

It's just that they disappear on their own.

I spread my hands and made him laugh.

"In other words, it's a mistake. My body can't hurt (...) one (...) person (...) except (...) one (...) person (...) in this world. Turn it off just by touching it, eat it just by touching it. I can win 10,000 without having to move. That's me, and that's never gonna change."

Only one of my natural enemies, later or earlier.

And now I'm stronger than I was when I fought you.

"... ugh."

My neighbor, Armor, looked me in the face and let me down.

Once upon a time, it would certainly have been horrible.

I let myself be hated and did everything I could to destroy without thinking about it.

That's why it was strong, but brittle at the same time.

But not me now.

Think, devise, try and error.

I think and act on everything.

There is already no such thing as narrow horizons.

I will no longer be imprisoned by hatred.

I'm not obsessed with anything.

If necessary, let's even remember when we were gods.

I just greedily, unchanged, look forward and move on.

"Before and always, I'm not the only one who's willing to lose the same way"

Even if the opponent was a member of the family of the Divine Spirit King.