The Second Life Cheat Reincarnation Mage – When the strongest reincarnated after 1,000 years, his life was too much for him

Walking with Lara for a while, something seemed interesting to me.

"The Devil's Sword... Games?

Stop your legs.

There was a large crowd gathering around the reception.

Behind you can see a special stage surrounded by rope.

What the hell is that...?

"Demon Sword Games. It's an eye-catching event for Cultural Development Day."

"What's that?"

"We're going to have a duel with the people who entered. Looks like the winner of a winning tournament will get a luxury prize. Look!

Lara puts her finger on what was decorated above the reception.

"The winning prize is invited to the southern country of Geoharwa! And for two! If I could go with Kurt, that would be a lot of fun..."

That's what Lara's been looking at me for.

"It's called the Devil's Sword Games, so you have to use the Devil's Sword?

"No one can handle a demon sword like Kurt! Magic 'demons', swordsmanship 'swords', anyone who is confident in either of them can participate in the Demon Sword Games."

Mm-hmm. Apparently, the Devil's Sword in the true sense doesn't matter.

And it's a tournament.

Sounds interesting.

Many times, people come from other countries today.

Not necessarily without a strong guy in it.

So I am.

"All right, Lara. We're coming out."

"Heh?"

Pull Lara's arm and walk out to the reception.

"Why don't we get him an invitation ticket with that southern country? Regardless, I think I'm going to win...... you should try Lara on the arms test as well. With any luck, you might be able to fight me."

"Invitation Tickets......! Kurt, for me..."

Hmm?

Lara caught an eye.

But I can quickly put my strength into my eyes.

"Ugh, yeah. I'll do my best! I think if I hit Kurt, I'll definitely lose... but I'll see how much my power works too."

"That's the intention."

That said, it goes without saying that I myself am not as interested in invitation tickets.

Lara says, "Try how much it will work," but her power won't beat her unless she's so good against him.

"I'm sorry. I'd like to compete in the tournament for two…"

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"It's finally the opening of the Devil's Sword Games! Desolate people from all over the world, you'd get tired of just eating delicious food at festivals, wouldn't you? So... we created a place where we could run around! Win luxury prizes by rambling around here!

When the host says so, an explosive cheer winds up from the audience surrounding the stage.

That's quite a crowd thing.

Looks like we got about fifty contestants in the tournament.

"Then hurry up to the first round! It's sight from a neighboring country. Normannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn belonging to the Knights!

A man, apparently called by his name, takes to the stage in response to a cheer.

It looks like a good guy to see.

'And Norman's opponent... the most powerful adventurer here in the King's Capital, Kurtwoooooooooooooooooooooo!

"" "Whoa, whoa!

More cheers than just happened.

That's why I'm not an adventurer.

Well, denying it also stinks of trouble.

I took the stage without saying anything and looked to my opponent, Norman.

"I heard that. You are a rare SSS ranked adventurer among the long-established kingdoms."

Norman and I laughed sparingly and said so.

"... Sounds like it's happening"

"But I can't lose, either. Whatever. I'm twenty years old, and the man who's tasked with captaining the Knights' platoon! You can't just beat an adventurer."

As far as praising myself, I'm quite a narcissist.

Norman takes the sword.

A thin sword.

"Getting Started!

"Ha!

With the start of the game, Norman packs his distance from me and releases a sharp poke.

But that is the (...) time standard of this (...).

Once I did my stretch, I spared a sword.

…… You do it!

Norman opened his eyes stunned as he measured the distance.

"But I still don't mean it either. Hundreds of assaults per second, rolling out now! If there's anything you can do, let me do it!

You're the one who wants to explain yourself.

The struggle broke out of Norman's body.

He grabbed the rapier in his right hand and, as the words put it, carried out hundreds of thrusts.

They weren't aimed at the same place, they were aimed at places like my eyes, nose, heart and belly.

"Hmm. That's pretty good."

I take backsteps and even pay for the rapiers that come after me sometimes with my right hand.

We disabled a hundred punches with minimal movement.

"Become...!

Look at that, Norman is flabbergasted.

"Oh my god! My thrust... to avoid it all!?

"Pretty good muscles. It would also be true that they are entrusted with the platoon leader in the Knights"

But it still doesn't reach me.

Now, shall I turn to attack, too?

I took the pen I had inserted in my chest, not the Devil's Sword hanging from my waist.

"All right, I'll show you my moves too"

"What?"

Norman narrows his eyes in surprise.

"Are you kidding me? That's a pen. how are you going to beat me"

"Don't you know the word that pens are stronger than swords? I'm saying that's enough to beat you."

When I gently provoked him, Norman turned his face bright red,

"Bu, I have enough to insult you! I'm not a bastard adventurer like you, but the elites are gathered to be captains of the Knights' platoon!? Insulting me means that it is trying to disparage (all) the Knights......!

He's a jerk.

He sets up Rapier again.

"Be prepared. I didn't want to use it here...... you have no choice. Take it, Shinji, 200 General Strikes!

Norman sticks out Rapier.

But I can put magic in the pen before he pokes.

And a thousand (...) thrusts per second, rolled out to Norman.

"Guuuuuuuuu!"

Norman, decent enough to poke, blew up to the rope he was straining around the stage.

But that doesn't stop the movement.

Norman's body went off the scene with a lot of momentum, punched him hard in the head and passed out.

"No, Norman, Kurt wins more off-site! Strong, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

When the MC announced my victory, the people who became quiet for a moment cheered again.

"Whoa, whoa! He's amazing!

"You bet! You, you don't know Kurt? I defeated a dragon in the Empire."

"It's up to him to win."

Norman didn't seem to know much about me, but they just know the people in King's Capital.

"Wow, that's Kurt! Coolest!

Some of the audience looked like Lara, and she was happily jumping.

"Is this what a preparatory movement looks like?"

I shrugged and put my pen back in my chest pocket.