VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

"Game over! Sponsored by the Empire, the winner of the Martial Arts Games is… Yumil Hyndcombe!

The audience further cheered on Emperor Grado's powerful proclamation.

When I'm stunned by it, I accidentally run a dodgy shock to my back.

"Hahaha! I won, I won, Hynd! What's the matter, happy!

Where's the sad look until now, and the joyful humil comes to me.

I fluttered with weight, but stomped and tried to grasp the situation.

"Yumil...... what happened at the end?

"Nothing! That's all I got before he did!

"- Yes, I'm serious."

At the end of the day, he exceeded his brother's reaction rate.

According to Yumil's story, "Sacrifice" expired shortly after shooting "Burst Edge".

I didn't get to see that moment, so I'd like to make sure later on in the replay.

And His Majesty the Emperor continues his words towards the venue.

"Outstanding individual powers - samurai like Alberto do not stop attracting people more than they used to. But it's really beautiful to get over it in collaboration, whether individually or not! I'm very satisfied with the rest of your battle! Feel nothing! '

Alberto and Filia rose up slowly over there, taking such His Majesty's word for it.

After he retrieves the Great Sword as it is, he walks straight this way with Phyllia.

Something happens, and Yumil, who was on his back, comes down from me and faces Alberto.

"Apparently, you lost again... but it was a fun fight, both of you. Congratulations on winning."

"Thank you, Alberto! You're a refreshing guy to say you lost! Adult!"

At least it would be more adult in real age and spirit than Yumil......

My brother, a servant to Yumil's rare remarks, also scratched his cheek, not knowing what face to look like.

And so the little girl next to Alberto also looked up at this one and said a word bossy.

"... Congratulations"

"Oh, oh. Thank you, Philia."

Are you sure you're celebrating?

I don't change my expression, this girl...... I don't know if I regret it or not sappy.

We shook hands with each other as we were, and the audience applauded Alberto and the others who lost.

"- By the way, there's one thing I need to talk to you about on this occasion. Will you listen to me?

"What?

He squeezes the volume of his voice and talks, making his gothic body slightly bent.

What the hell is going on here? And if I had doubts, what he said about the consultation was very convincing in a way.

Alberto's brother's wish was to keep his stock up as a mercenary by honoring the winner as a loser - something that didn't suit his face and was highly calculated (did).

He wants us to work with him because he's going to appeal for it now.

"I don't have to do that, but I think Alberto's reputation is high enough already...?

As Yumil says, no player would doubt his strength if he saw the rolling battle to the finals.

Wouldn't there be more requests as mercenaries in the future?

But he says it's not good just to show off his powers.

"Just in case. That's how easy it is to get requests if you appreciate your personality. I'm just as scared of people as I am."

I mean, you think it's not friendly enough?

Well, as for this one, it's "just on top" so I never mind.

"It's okay. If you're going to do it, Your Majesty the Emperor is waiting for you to do it within the moment."

"Thank you. Yumil, too, okay? I'm sorry about the loser's selfish offer."

"Uhm, that's good. But are you sure you want to lift it?

Alberto's brother, with our consent, gave in without answering Yumil's question.

It seems to mean it's quicker to show than words.

When we sat on their broad shoulders with fear, the ground went away at once.

"Whoa, I really lifted it! Tall! Scary!

"That's a great power... no, I knew it. We'll be close to a hundred kilometers together..."

Brother standing flat with high school students on both shoulders.

Humil and I put our hands on short brown hair because our thick arms support our bodies so we don't drop them and say it's good to grab our heads.

What a sense of stability... I don't feel like falling at all when I'm riding in such a precarious place on my shoulder.

As we honor ourselves, we circle around the audience looking over the stage with our shoulders resting.

And Yumil shook one hand as a boom in response to cheering.

Sure enough, if he loses this, he will be seen in the eyes of other players as a big player in the vessel honoring the winner.

Philia walks along beside Alberto too.

Nice view with a high eye...... Ah, Liz and the others are waving. Hey.

And when we finished the roundabout, His Majesty the Emperor raised his hand sassy and gave a signal to someone.

Even louder statements like this.

"Everybody, honor the winner! His men are the best in this tournament!

Then there appeared in the audience the same blackcurdlers as the wizards they had seen in each city to chant the spell.

There's no way it's attacking magic, either. - Whoa!

"Ooh! Heind, it's fireworks! Fireworks!"

"We're even having a paper blizzard. It's a masterpiece."

"... beautiful"

"This is all for you now, too. As much as I envy you."

If you notice, the magic fireworks put out of your hand pound up in the battlefield sky that was at night.

Grains of light could be played there, and beautiful colors added flowers to the martial arts field.

The audience, especially the female players, are gleaming delightfully at this performance.

"Have you enjoyed yourselves? Then we move on to the award ceremony! Yumil Heind, Both Names Before the Remainder '

His Majesty the Emperor proclaimed that tables, trophies and prizes were arranged simultaneously on stage by a group of imperial servicemen.

Down from your brother's shoulder, we stand before His Majesty the Emperor.

The glorious awards ceremony ended, and now I was alone quietly in my own bed.

When I do this, the noise and liveliness to the point earlier seems to be a lie.

But that prize horse, it was splendid.

The horse's name is Gladturk.

Even heavily armed players with bees seemed to be able to afford and get on, well fleshed.

That's the finest kind of thing.

That's two heads... if you think about it, is it normal to have two heads so you can't rub them because they're in a pair?

'Goodbye, gentlemen! I'll see you when I get a chance!

When His Majesty the Emperor told him so at the end of the award ceremony, all the players were forced back to their former cities.

Mr. Mitsuyoshi and Tobi, we broke up with our three daughters and went back to Sarah. The four of us set up a small celebratory seat at the guild home.

Even so, it's not like I can drink alcohol or anything, so I was just talking about herbal tea and sweets.

It takes time for Tobi to come back from the Republic of Mar, so we might all celebrate in the guild again as soon as we get back.

And regarding the rewards of the tournament, but with the help of the Alliance members, it was the winner, so the prize will be split later.

As for the treatment of horses that they are sent automatically to Sarah's stables, they decide to treat them as a common object of the guild and dissolve them.

After I logged out, I greeted Rishi and her mother to bed, then went back to my room and dived into bed.

Still, even though it's a game, winning is something that feels good.

When the futon is hung back firmly so that it doesn't get cold and you hit the back of your head, a grin comes naturally to your mouth.

Thanks to everyone, I'm going to have a good dream tonight......