I wasn't worried, but when I heard Brother Juma and Ronnie had decided to make it to the tournament safely, I was horrified. The other Ortus members, unfortunately, seem to have lost the qualifying round. All the other players were amazing, too. Honestly, I don't think I can beat anyone but a blow in.
That's why I know the winners are really, really amazing people.
"You're Juma in Game 3 and Ronnie in Game 5. Oh, there's also a name for Richter."
"That's Richt. I thought you were getting really strong! I want backup, but I also want Brother Juma and Ronnie to win, and it's complicated."
The qualifying round is over and the tournament begins with a break. Mr. Shrier told me while looking at the tournament table handed out during the break. I know. I knew you'd be excited to have a name.
"What about the bad blue ghost?
"The unfavorable Blue Ghost is the fourth round, isn't it? If we win each other, we win Juma in the next game."
The way I called it, it's settled... with a slightly drawn laugh about it, but somehow I was nervous that Brother Juma and Mr. Radield would fight.
But you've also fought in the Ortus defense before. Brother Juma said he won the reversal at that time. But until then, I've been watching and hissing without being hit, Mr. Saura said. Will it be all right this time...... thrilled.
'Look at that, Meg. I won this tournament for sure! I'm gonna beat Radield at his leisure! I'm not calling you names!
I recall my brother Juma's statement of determination I just heard. I'm the only one who heard that one, right? So I just need to believe that thought and support it. I'm always straight, greedy for strength, and there's just something a little stupid about it, but the kind ghost brother Juma. I'm sure you'll be stronger in this tournament!
"Huh. Oh, the tournament game goes back to one venue, doesn't it? Concentrate and the game is going to be watched!
"Hehe, right. Until now, there was a fuss that I didn't know where to watch."
"Ugh, 'cause I really didn't know where to watch it. Play games over there or over here. It moves too fast... and Shrier is weirder to see it all."
To be exact, it's not just Mr. Shrier. Extra Guild Adults can only really say just fine......! But Ronnie's also reached this realm, isn't she? I think that makes Ronnie's stretch really awesome. He said he still hasn't, but he's won the qualifying round.
"That's Ronnie's second round opponent, isn't he a Richter? I don't know about Richt, but you know him, don't you?
"Oh, really!?
I react unexpectedly to Aska's words that I hear. Damn, if both Ronnie and Richt win, we'll be playing next... what's that chest-fever development. Don't remind me of that time.
Of course, it was a very hard time, but those days we all had are important memories to me. I've been through a lot of hard stuff, but I think I got over it because I had fun during the trip. I can also say it's an important memory because we all had it.
"Nor can I say that I know Richter well. I think Meg is the closest thing to Ortus."
"Heh! Hey, hey, Meg! What kind of person is Richter? Strong?"
When I was thinking back to my nostalgic memory, Asuka pulled my clothes gooey. Is this about Richter? I don't know that much about Richt these days, so I was with him a long time ago, okay?
"Richter, what a human being."
"Eh. Eh! A human, that human? The weakest!? Ugh. And yet you're strong enough to be in the tournament!? Not crazy!?
"Well, I'm not sure there either. But I guess... it's because I'm a person with a lot of magic."
Incidentally, the leader is also a human being, and when Shrier gave a supplementary explanation, Advocate Aska shouted even more surprised. Well, I'm surprised, and you can't believe it. I get it.
But neither your father nor Richt are exactly the same people in this world, so I can't say they're the same people we all know. I'll stay down around there. It's tricky, so I'm going to tell it when it gets bigger.
"So, it was about twenty years ago that I met Richter. I was just a child, Richter."
"Huh? But now I look like an adult...... well. Humans grow fast, don't they? So... I've heard it's short-lived."
Asuka's a mind. But she's just a pussy. Yeah, that's what everybody thinks, isn't it? Because I'm always caught in the back of my mind. I remember Grandpa Leo.
"Is that it? But isn't the leader a great long life? As good as the Subhuman."
And notice. To your father's oddity. I thank your father because I was able to apply another question where I was going to feel sad.
I think it's just the right time, so I briefly explained to you about your father and your father, that is, the Demon King. The first time I heard about it, I was surprised that this happened. You simply thought the other world was amazing.
But we divide our souls, what an anomaly in this world. The fantasy phenomenon isn't just amazing. It was done because he was a demon king, a father and a father.
...... hmm? Something's hooked up right now, huh? I wonder what it is. This discomfort.
"The Demon King is really amazing. It's amazing how a leader can share his soul with a demon king like that. I feel like I've been chosen."
Chosen, people......? Dokun, and I found my heart pulsating.
"Oh, but then I wonder if Meg will have that day someday. Too much magic. Kind of hard, isn't it? Meg will be with someone someday..."
"Aska, Meg, the game's on."
Mr. Gill spoke to us before Aska ran out to the end. It's like blocking the conversation right now.
"Ah! It's true! Meg, it looks like the tournament's about to start! Which one wins, don't you think?
"Oh, yeah! Yeah, let's do it."
Maybe the conversation now has "core" on it. Mr. Gill, your father and father said that one day when the time comes, we'll talk about it, at the heart of the story.
Guh, Mr. Gill supporting me, I felt my arm strengthen.... Yeah, I know. It's all right.
"... I won't ask. Not yet."
"... eh"
Not yet, that's not the time. Right? Because I believe you.
"It's going on! The third game is Ortus' Juma vs. Sturl's Dustin! It's a battle between the Ghost Clan and the Dark Spirit! Diega, come on, what do you expect from this game?
"Rumor has it that Dustin's poison is intense. How much tough is a selling juma if you take a blow, is that a blunt move?
"Oh, but they say Ortus' Red Ghost is tough enough to pull off, right? Toxic poison doesn't work at all."
"Ew, what kind of body are you, that ghost?"
Once the tournament started, me and Aska nailed the game. 'Cause it's really amazing! We, too, are so anxious to be that much when we grow up. Oh, you can't... I seriously think so.
There are many times when the movement is too fast to see well, and how many times did you rush off in a flash? That's how hard it is to attack. It may happen that the contestants in Games 1 and 2 were brainstorming.
In that regard, it might be easy to understand because Brother Juma is a simple attack. No, but brother Juma seems to change the way he fights in this tournament, don't you think? Wouldn't it make such a big difference?
I mean, the games have always been the same, and it's possible you're still lost. Brother Juma, what are you gonna do? It's poison, and just avoid it?
"Ooh, Juma, I took Dustin's poison from the front! Still not stopping momentum!? Oh, wow!
... it didn't change. I'm worried you're really gonna be okay!? I've been exposed to so much poison because of how tough it is... it looks like Mr. Dustin on the attacking side is pulling lightly, but it doesn't seem like it's my fault.
"Ha, no matter how many times Juma says it. I wonder if you're willing to break that style."
I saw Mr. Saura vomiting a grand sigh while keeping his forehead down. Worried, I guess you think it's more of a waste than a waste.
Um, brother Juma hasn't been able to make a decision yet, has he? Where did that determination go? Or was that how you thought you could win as usual in this game?
In the end, ten seconds after that, the game ended with Brother Juma's victory... but I felt indescribable. All those drops dripping from my bum and brother Juma's hair are probably poisonous...... really, out of standard.
"Well, ghosts are because they originally have excellent resistance to state anomalies. Especially since Juma is tough among the same ghosts, the poison is also a little tingly, I guess I only think so"
Uh, I think I just figured out Brother Juma's thoughts. If it's a bit of a tingle, well, yes. It's no longer a difference in feel. Well, fine. I'll just have to leave that to my own discretion. However, the next game with Mr. Radield, I think we might change the way we fight a little bit. Yeah, I need to watch it closely!
Then quickly began his fifth game of Ronnie's. Since Mr. Radield's game before that ended in seconds, it's not a mistake to say so in a flash. Of course, Mr. Radield won, didn't he? It goes without saying that your tongue-in-cheek echoed this occasion.
By the way, Ronnie's opponent was a sub who uses fire, and he worried because he was a bigger person than Ronnie.
"Speaking of which, it's probably been a while since I've seen Ronnie play a proper game"
I've seen that move in training so far, and I've seen mock warfare chill out. Ronnie stands looking at his opponent jizzily, pulling out his physical strength. As small as ever, but muscular, Ronnie. I've grown up and I've got a rough look on my face, but I know that better when I take a serious look like I do now.
"Good luck, Ronnie"
I don't know, words of support came out of my mouth. A few seconds after that, a signal is given to start the match.
The opponent immediately unleashed the magic of fire. He is releasing a number of large fireballs on Ronnie. Yes, I wonder how many you put out. Countless. Ronnie, on the other hand, uses the natural magic of the earth to build walls and successfully avoid their fireballs. But there's a lot of them...... I don't see them very well.
"Ronald, you're using the dirt wall well!
'Mm-hmm. Don't just use it to defend yourself, but also to hide yourself. The way the signs are erased is also a first-class product. It's because you're still young that your future growth is horrible!
Ronnie, it's amazing to have my father say that. In fact, there seemed to be no waste in Ronnie's movements. Hide yourself at times, look at gaps, and attack your opponent. It must have been planted on a dirt wall, and the natural magic of grasshoppers stretches the stem to inhibit the opponent's movement. It's like a trap wall.
But the opponent has also won so far. Using the wall in reverse to scaffold, he launches an attack on Ronnie. The moment of settlement suddenly came when I thought such an attack would last forever.
"Wow, Ronnie is such a force!
That was such a brilliant blow that Aska said so unexpectedly. Ronnie punched his opponent in the back of the wall. Hih.
The opponent blew off the scene as it was, landing on the ground, yet the momentum never stopped, and finally stopped a few meters away.
"At the end of the game! The winner is Ronald Ortus! That was a tremendous power!
At the end of the day, to Ronnie, who decided in physics, I hi-touched with my neighbor Aska to share the joy.