Unlimited World - 90% of the battle for productive jobs is ready

"You really decided to watch the game this time, Twitchy."

"Well, the players I built the gear for are in."

Today is the date of the militant tournament limited class.

I'm here to finish my chores in the morning and watch the qualifying that starts this afternoon.

In addition to me, there are four people here: Manzushahua, Yuzuki, and Dwan.

Iris acts differently for skill training, Yuki and the old man are absent.

"But the limited class seems to have a lot of participants."

"Looks like it. I'm guessing you'll have the most attendees in all classes."

"You're not open class."

"The open class is full of monstrous fiends. I'm guessing you're picking this one out, possibly at all."

"I see. What are the limited-class rules like?

"First, limit to level 50. Equipment is also subject to performance limits according to level. Able to use more than super skills. Non-bring in consumable items other than arrows and bullets. Wasn't that about it?

"Right. Seems like there are a lot of other fine-grained limitations, but that's about it if it's a big frame."

"Heh. But when it does, it won't be a pure PS (player skill) battle?

"I guess. However, there are more players who think so, than there are unlimited open-class ones. There's a chance that some flashy skills will fly over there."

"Bye. Because without skill limitations, both the big moves and the small moves are likely to be filled with super skills. It's tough to catch up with the first team after the second team."

"That too? So, how much did everyone deliver for the Limited Class? I was, like, eight."

"I've got four cases. I only delivered guns, and the number of cases was low. Plus, even if I brought in a real gun, it seemed like a lot of players were selling it because of performance restrictions."

"I'm something like that. Nine weapons requests, eight armor requests."

"I'm 12, right? … I think the players who have been asking for orders in the Limited Class are thinking about the rest and ordering rather than giving them an advantage in the Limited Class"

"I guess. Well, the qualifying starts just now, but I don't know what's gonna happen."

"Totally unknown, isn't it? Doesn't mean I don't know how to fall."

"Bye. Well, let's get started."

The limited-class qualifiers, like the first militant tournament, appear to be the Battle Royale method.

Players who are supposed to participate in the first game have been transferred over the stage.

"Well, then, Second Martial Games Limited Class, are you ready for Preliminary Game One!

"Five seconds before the game starts! Four, three, two, one... Start!

The countdown by the GMs is over, and qualifying has begun.

Looks like it's still gonna be a riot at first.

"Hmm, I can't suddenly decide on a major move more than I'm restricted in my skills,"

"I guess. Firstly, we will have to reduce the number of people by a reasonable amount of effort."

"I miss the lack of flashy moves."

"You won't have a choice. Because that's what the rules are."

"Well, yeah. If you look at it this way, do you have any particularly prominent players so far?

"It's just the beginning, and that would be it. The point is, how do we get out of here?"

From the state of confusion just after the start of the fight, about 5 minutes.

A significant number of players fell off and the number of players remaining on stage was down to about the first 30%.

As we get so far down, we also get to see individual standing around.

"Hmm. That swordsman. Quite skilled."

"Right. And then there's the magician and the axe of the scepter."

"Those three are the ones who stand out. It's a good thing we're guiding them to crush each other with other players."

"How are the other players?

"You're into those three during surgery. It's gonna be hard to recover from here."

"It's just that there are two remaining winners in the qualifying round, right? Somewhere, I think we're going to have to confront each other directly."

"Sounds like it. Sounds like a gladiator and a magician are starting a fight."

"Bye. The winner of this match is going to make it to the finals."

"Looks like the rest of the players... have finished crushing each other and the axman has defeated them"

"Those three are the only ones left, and I guess the direct confrontation between the swordsman and the sorcerer is the final battle"

"Axemen don't look like they're watching without breaking in, do they?"

"Either way, this is the fight to win the first game."

"Well, what happens?"

Swordsmen and sorcerers can hardly move from opposite states.

At a distance, in favor of the sorcerer, but it is obvious that if you attack poorly and remove it, it will pinch at once.

Nevertheless, there is no reason why there is no movement like this... it was still the sorcerer's side that took the lead.

"Hmm, you hit elementary magic in a row"

"It's basic, but it's the most troublesome method of warfare."

"You can't get close enough."

"With a high skill level, chanting ends quickly, and there's no post-move rigidity. I wonder if the same will happen to me. What would Twitchy do?

"Don't pack your time at once ready for a blow. Because if you keep dodging, it doesn't make sense if you can't attack me."

"[Sword] Could you have even ranged your skills?

"I do. But when they hit me with magic, I wonder if I have time to use it."

"Ranged attacks with the skill of a close-range weapon are necessary to start using them. I'm ready to take a few rounds where I'm going."

"Well, then, as Twa said, I guess it's Better to pack the time at once with a single shot."

"Isn't that the best solution? If it's elementary magic damage, it won't do that much damage where you get a blow."

The attacking swordsman kept dodging for only two minutes, but he has not been able to keep his distance.

You know you don't have a winning shot if you keep dodging like this, one moment, you got about two shots and stuffed up in time at once.

"What's now, shrinkage?

"I guess. If you're a forward step, you need two shots."

"You eat two shots when it's shrinking?

"That's not a good time. Unlike the forward step of unconditionally moving forward, shrinkage is a necessary skill for destination designation"

"Hmm. So that means you're done with two shots, and it's working there?

"I think so. The problem lies ahead."

A magician sends in a swordsman's attack packed with distance.

The offensive took turns, but the development that one side would engage the other side remains the same.

However, the sorcerer side was able to handle it quite well, even at close range.

"Ho. That sorcerer, he seems to know how to fight at close range."

"To the extent that we can continue to engage with swords, we can do melee fights."

"Both of you, it's easy to say, but I think it's pretty hard, that"

"It won't be easy. However, when you can avoid it..."

The swordsman is in a hurry, he makes a big attack.

The sorcerer who dodged it began to distance himself in the backstep and serial elementary magic.

"Hmm, another magician's attack turn."

"Now it's going to hurt from a swordsman to say you can pack up the distance even in the forward step"

"Hey. If we go at this pace, we'll lose the swordsman."

"I wonder if it will. Unless it's the swordsman's side and it's not the secret to reversal."

"That sounds difficult. You know, it's funny to have some kind of hidden ball."

But in the end, this battle was won by the sorcerer as it was.

The swordsman struggled, too, but the magician looked better at one.

It was funny how the swordsman took out both hand axes and threw them, but they dodged them sparingly on the sidesteps.

At least another shot, I wouldn't have known if I'd brought in a weapon I could throw.

"The first game is over. Do you want to see it after the second game?

"I'll take a look. There might be someone interesting."

"I'm going back to the clan home once. I plan to come back when the qualifying round is over and the final tournament begins"

"I thought I'd go back. Preliminary qualifying isn't so bad."

"I... well, I don't have any hasty work to do, and I'm going to look at the qualifiers."

"Copy that. I'll see you later."

Teak Moon and Dwan returned to their clan home once.

The only two left were me and Manzushahua.

Okay, so what if we just keep looking at it until the qualifying round is over?

"Twitch, don't you know someone who's in on it?

"In the first place, I don't know anyone who's heard of joining a limited class"

"Oh well. But there seems to be a lot of people involved, and maybe people I know are mixed up."

"Even if it's mixed, I can't tell the difference..."

"Right. I also heard that the remnants of the previous clan will be joining… I wonder if we can find them in this number."

"At least we'll have to hope you survive until we get some squeezing in numbers"

"Right. I don't even know how many games I'm going to qualify for, and to some extent more, let's hope you win."

Then I watched the game until the eighth qualifying match, but I didn't see anyone I knew.

Were you in it just because you couldn't find it or weren't you in it in the first place?

I don't know which, but, well, that's the way it is.

It should be noted that Manzushahua's acquaintance was able to win the qualifying round.

Good for you, Manzushahua.