Yomigaeri no Maou

- Sniffles, that's what this is about.

The sight that made me want to praise that was happening in the place.

If you look over and see, several contestants are falling in with enough serious injuries to make you wonder if they won't be able to fight in the future.

Guess from the gear you're wearing, the way you train your flesh, and the number of scratches on it, there doesn't seem to be a single rush out there like a junior adventurer, and the fact that they're all supposedly intermediate or above powerful also applauds them differently.

Moreover, all of them have their arms cut off, their legs broken, or their eyes crushed.

And yet, I am not allowed to say a word of surrender.

Because everything on the spot is first and foremost crushed in the throat.

"Ahhh...... ahh!

Most contestants no longer even groan, as if they had lost the power to resist.

But unfortunately (...), some contestants were still staying sane.

The man, who has a flesh that makes him feel strong enough to crusade on his own if it is a common demon, but keeps groaning to convey a word of “surrender" to a skinny man who shrugs like crazy between his eyes.

But his crushed throat doesn't allow me to make a clear pronunciation, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about, I'm only able to make something that's just a voiceless voice.

As a general rule, surrender is allowed without any problems at the competition, in which case it is necessary to give the badge to the opponent to abstain, but that is all.

However, there was only one process necessary for that purpose, which was that, with a clear voice, a word of surrender had to be said.

Because if we didn't make obvious criteria like that, it could be a watershed argument if we surrendered later or not, and that was the easiest way to eliminate such dangers.

However, that rule, launched by the General Assembly Secretariat in an attempt to ensure the ease of its judgment, had consequently now become the cornerstone of creating the worst possible situation for contestants on the spot.

surrender, if you don't say with your mouth that you won't abstain, what happens to the contestants who have their throats crushed first?

Naturally, it will not be treated as an abstention, and the fight will be allowed to continue as it is.

And there are no particularly detailed rules about the fight itself, and every way is allowed, unless you just kill the opponent.

This had a significant impact on the circumstances in which he said that most injuries could be cured unless he died, as several prestigious healers would be recruited in the event of these martial arts competitions.

Depending on the extent of the injury, even if it cannot be fully healed, it is possible to recover at least to the extent that daily life is possible with a certain period of time.

Of course, if my arm bounces and flies, I won't even be able to grow my arm for free, but the office will do something to completely heal the wound on my arm, and it is possible to live the same life as before wearing a prosthetic arm due to magic equipment and the like.

It is also possible to bond with it, provided that the arms and feet themselves remain to some extent.

Nor is it even possible to grow new arms and feet if even expensive treatment costs are paid.

Beyond that, few people are so afraid of injuries that they will ignore them and challenge them to fight even to a certain degree of potential injury.

Besides, those who compete in combat competitions generally have a decent spirit and tend to try to avoid damaging the opponent's body at an irreparable level - for example, blowing his arms off.

It should be referred to as a gentlemen's agreement because I don't want to be done so. That was one of the implicit rules that is well followed by martial arts tournament contestants with many roughnecks.

Given that, it was a general perception, and a common perception of the contestants, that there was little danger of competing in a martial arts tournament.

However, there are exceptions everywhere, and what is happening on this occasion now was nothing short of that exception.

A man possessed of battle, is certainly present in any region of his time, and that is one of the terrible sexualities that is repelled from all things.

It's just not good if that's all.

It is not, and when evil tasteful abusiveness is added there, it is called an outward path off the path of being a person and is scorned.

Who, in this occasion now, is creating a hell of a picture of an annoying cry.

That was the outward path, the one that carries death, the advanced adventurer called even Reaper and scorned, "Ankwu the Great Sickle”.

Skinny, that's that flesh that doesn't seem to have muscle strength at all.

On a witchy pointy nose, blue-white complexion, a bright black robe covering its thin body.

His eyes were shining in maddening gold, his gaze seemed not to see people, but to see animals again. Still not.

The madman, the person to be called, looks at and listens to the man who would be an intermediate adventurer groaning at his feet.

"... Hmm. You have no idea what you're talking about..."

"Ahhh! Uh-oh!

With a good understanding, I can't help but say that the line of meaningless groans of the adventurer says "surrender, surrender".

But if you understand it in bad faith, it means it's just a groan and you're screaming because of the pain of having your legs cut off.

Ankwu, the man with the great sickle over his shoulder, understands the words of the man who lost one foot at his feet with the latter interpretation, and then says:

"Does it hurt... well, poor thing..."

For a moment, a one-legged man turned to Ankwu, who lowered that brow and pointed a sympathetic gaze, with a reassuring look as to whether his willingness to surrender had been conveyed.

But at the next moment, Ankwu's sickle was shaken at a rate that was not even in his eyes, and when he realized, the other side of the man's leg had been cut off.

"Haaaaaa!!

I guess I'm so shocked by the blood that blows out and the pain that my consciousness is about to fly.

The screams echo loudly on the spot to show the audience how spicy that hell is.

Many curses fly from the surrounding audience.

"Stop him already...! You're surrendering!" "Why are you doing this..."

But such a curse seemed rather just bait to Anku.

He put his hand in his ear and listened pleasantly to the cursing of the audience before groaning at the man who had lost both his sobbing legs.

"Apparently, the audience still doesn't have enough of this. A big man wants to hear a more sobbing voice with no shame or outside ears... That's what you say. You see, I'm an entertainer. I'm going to listen to the audience's requests as best I can... maybe you'll never be able to go to battle again, but that's another thing I can't help... Come on, cry more, call me! Enjoy the audience!

That's how Ankwu shakes up that big sickle.

Whatever you think with his thin arms, that sickle seems impossible to hold.

But he holds the sickle lightly with one hand and lifts it high as he swings it down against the man.

What happens after this?

That was self-evident reason for the audience, for the targeted man, and naturally for Anku.

You won't take it to life.

Because that's the rules of the tournament.

But if we get this far and get yet another blow done, the man's spirit will collapse then.

No, not if it ends there.

This man who says Anku is definitely insane.

I guess we'll continue to do this afterwards, and destroy a man's heart until he's completely skinless.

The men who were defeated and unconscious without being able to do anything around them were rather still happy.

The man, who is still conscious, probably the strongest and strongest of the men here, is so, but therefore destroyed.

Here, the life of a man of one adventurer is scattered.

There's nothing the audience can do.

There's nothing to pray for.

- It's over.

That's when I thought so, one boy prevented the shaken down Ankwu sickle with a one-handed sword.

"... isn't there enough for any bad taste in anything?

The boy who said so, his name was Lulu.

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"... suddenly appeared, what the hell are you? Freedom to fight in any way...... Isn't that the rule of this martial arts competition?

The man, standing in front of Lulu and hanging out with Lulu's one-handed sword and the Great Sickle, said so without any help from his hand.

On Lulu's back, a man like an adventurer trembling at the limit is frightened by suppressing his feet.

"When I say freedom, there's a limit... I don't think I need to get this far"

That's what I said to Lulu, the skinny robe guy says.

"Limits? There will be no limits to freedom... because you can do whatever you want, you're free. If not, shouldn't we have made it by the rules? I don't admit to fighting too badly, or anything! Ahhh!"

Moaning like crazy, the sickle man holds his face down with his right hand.

The left hand holds the sickle, and the strength of the sickle can be questioned when it does not move like a sickle.

But character was so foolish.

If you look around again, there are obviously adventurers and knights rolling around who feel unnecessary and have suffered tremendous injuries, whilst unconscious, groaning in pain.

Sooner or later a healing magician was supposedly sent here by the Games Secretariat, but by then there was still time and he was so seriously ill that he could be anxious to see when he would die.

However, the man in front of him seems to have noticed such a concern for Lulu, and explains to supplement him on that point.

"Oh... are you worried about them? No, no, I'm fine. Assuming they are more than intermediate in strength... physical strengthening is applied by magic and blood loss is minimized. Besides, you hurt every vital organ with the utmost care not to break it… it won't be so easy to die."

Lulu wanted to say that if that was all he could have done, he could have won smarter.

With this rapprochement alone, I know what a man is capable of.

An intermediate adventurer who doesn't touch his teeth.

When it does, it means that this man has more than advanced strength.

And while I gained strength to that point, I learned something uncomfortable about a man doing this.

"This... What's so fun about doing this?

Lulu said that to rebel.

But the man of the Great Sickle didn't seem to get any of those words, and he says them with an unchanged grin.

"What? It's all settled. I like the feeling of people's flesh when they stop, the groaning voice, and the contemptuous eyes of the people around them! Everything satisfies me...... what else? I'm going to keep it moderate."

"I want to know where it is."

"Where I didn't kill anyone, And with the help of the healing magicians of the Games Secretariat, we all get back to normal... except for that heart."

That point is the biggest problem, and it didn't seem to make sense.

Even if the injury heals, my heart seems to die. As a fighter, I can say no.

If this is the battlefield at least, I don't understand why I would do so, but Lulu was no longer going to forgive the man who would go that far for his own pleasure at this point.

"... Whatever you say, you're not going to"

To Lulu, who was so pompous and crushed, says the man in front of him.

"I've been told many times in my life to fix it... but I couldn't. That's what you're right...... so what are you gonna do? Kill him? Take this me."

There's no way I can do that, but the man said so.

I suppose you want to say it's practically impossible.

It also means that I am so confident in my abilities.

In fact, this man will be strong.

But for Lulu...

"... I don't kill. I just can't let you. That's all."

That's what Lulu said, he played the man's sickle and took a distance.

At that time, I won't forget to pull away the male adventurer who was falling behind.

With healing magic on his throat, he let a man say a word of surrender and threw his badge at the man in the sickle.

"Now, if you do anything to this man, you will be disqualified. I guess the rules are to be followed, huh?

To Lulu, who said so, the Great Sickle Man responds.

"... something completely unsolicited. Well, it doesn't matter. I don't care if you... For once, I guess I'll name it. My name is Anku. It's called" Ankwu the Great Sickle ”. I'm still an advanced middle-aged adventurer. I'm so proud that my strength can't even beat the super class... what about you?

"I don't have a name for the outer road... shall I name it for once? I'm gonna carve you a trauma. That's the name of the man. My name is Lulu. Rank is junior."

"Phew... hahahaha! Are you willing to challenge me with that degree of strength? It does seem to have some power... but let me tell you how reckless that is, and that would be what I would call a prior duty!

That said, Ankwu sets up a sickle.

Unlike earlier, the caged structure of intense pressure felt a temper to fight seriously.

Doesn't seem like a seemingly knockout, Lulu pulls his mind together, putting up his sword and relative.

Here, the audience on the spot felt a tingle that the seemingly most visible battle was about to open the curtain among the first round of the qualifying round.