Sousetsuka

507 Shook

Now that I've taken care of the ten underlings that were here, I gotta check out if there's still any left in the mansion.
I'm here to crush every single gang members who didn't go to the tea site. Yet nobody else turned up despite all the noise.

"...No one really? This can't be all of them, can it? Or do the other folk in the city not coming back? Hmm, what do?"

I recalled something here. There was someone left in this mansion.
I made my way to that room. And knocked it.

"Excuse me. The coast is clear now, mind showing your face? I won't hurt you. I have a question for you. May I enter?"

"...Okay. I'm opening the door."

A weak voice spoke before the door got unlocked. But it was only a small opening as she peeked out with a beautiful yet anxious eye.

"U, um, is it... truly safe?"

"Err, that's what I'm here for. Is there nobody else besides those ten in this mansion?"

"...I don't know how many of them went to the tea production site, but I think the rest are out in the city right now."

"Do you know how many of them in the city right now? Ah, it's gonna take some time to take care of those people."

I put my hand on my head and lightly scratched it. An awkward pause elapsed before the peeking beauty threw me a question.
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"Umm... Are you by yourself? What happened to those people...?"

"Ah, they're dead. I think it's all of them? I didn't check their pulse. But they won't be able to move even if they survived. What about it?"

"Who are you? Why did you do this?"

"More importantly, sure you don't wanna leave this mansion? There's nobody here right now. Isn't this your chance?"

I replied her question with a question. To brush it over. I don't have nor will I want to answer questions about my identity.
Finally realizing that, the beauty had a 'Oh right!' expression.

"Want me to escort you out? Have any place in mind that'll put you to safety?"

She looks too dumbfounded to respond to that. She must have never expected my suggestion.
But then she frowned as she seriously considered that option. Judging from her reaction, looks like she doesn't trust me yet. Guess that's to be expected.
After all, I'm the person who nonchalantly killed her longstanding object of fear. I must seem like a new object of fear to her.

"E, ah, err? Eh... W-would you be willing to?"

Confusion, fear and her desperation to run away. Looks like the latter won out in the end.
It didn't take her long to reach that conclusion. Being in this mansion must be very distressing to her.

"Can you get ready? Your attire is a bit too much. Got a change of clothes? Also don't forget to take all your belongings. Or else we'll have to come back here."

I politely guided her. I'm feeling a bit restless as well. From seeing the beauty peering from the gap.
The slightly visible lascivious body shook me up.
I did my best to put on my work face from my past life and maintain my composure.

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Instant Kill Matches

This is from Aizawa-kun's POV
"We will now begin the third match of Intermediate Division! Player Charagouba and player Alancyan, please take your positions!"


...Dammit, they're also doing the fourth and fifth matches in other rings to save time.
I can't watch Alma's match cuz the timing is all screwed up.


"Hihihii... Done sayin' yer prayer lil boooy...!"


Somebody is muttering something ahead of me but who cares about that crap.
Her match's gonna start if I take too long.


"E, err, are you ready--"

"I'm."

"Get to it already."

"Y-y-yes!"


Who the crap needs all that formality, idiot.
Just get the hell to it.


"T-third match, begin!"


I heard multiple gongs echoed at the same time.
Looks like they've started too at that ring... Welp, guess I hafta get this done quickly and take a real close look fo Alma's match.


"The heck yer lookin' aaat!? Yer' full of openings, damned braaat!"


The stupid mohawk Quick Stepped in while activating [Mana Blade Piercing Thrust].
He's aiming for my heart.

There's no feints or tricks. As if he never even imagined what he was gonna do if I dodged or blocked this attack.
Did he seriously believe this trash move's gonna do me in?
I see exactly zero good crap. An apt attack for garbage... No, there's one good thing.


I'mm praise ya for making this real easy and quick for me. Everything else 'bout it is trash though.


I let the thrust slide away on my blade, changing its trajectory.


"Whoops! Musta been a fluke--"


I lopped off the mohawk's head off as he showed me all the opening in the world.
Mohawk failed to understand what happened as his head landed on the ground with a stupefied look.


This just ain't it. Heck, I'd be better off practicing with a goblin.


"Eh...? Ah, eh, p-player Charagouba's death and revival confirmed! Winner, player Alancyan!"


The umpire took a few seconds to announce the obvious result. Dammit, who the crap cares.
I gotta go watch Alma's--


"...Aa?"


Alma's not inside her ring?
No, there's her walking away from it.
Oy, hold it. Didn't her fight just start? Is she abstaining? Was there an issue?


"T-that was awesome, both Alancyan-sama and that Almatina girl ended their fight in an instant...!"

"What did that girl do anyway? I saw her taking a stance with her sword then the next thing I knew, she was already behind her headless opponent..."


From what the spectators are saying, it seems Alma won her fight instantly, not abstaining.
She ended her match even faster than me.


"...Are you for real."


I spoke out loud without thinking.
Are you, that strong.
How far, are you gonna make me fall for you...!

You truly intrigue me.
Aa, dammit. I wanna fight you right away. I never felt this restless in my life.
I don't care 'bout all other matches no more... I feel like a damned brat again.


I heard someone's footstep getting closer as I made my way to the waiting room deep in thought.


"Dieeeeeeeeeee!!!"


The heck, it's the mohawk trash. He's charging at me with bloodshot eyes, prolly holding a grudge for losing or something.
We're outside the ring. Meaning this isn't an official match and there ain't no reviving if you die.
Does this guy know that and still decide to attack me?


"Fine, I'll grant your death wish."

"K-kahyu...!? Ka... a..."


I couldn't be bothered to touch this guy's sword anymore and slashed his throat as we passed by.
Blood gushed out of his throat as he made a sound not unlike a cattle.
Ain't nobody gonna want to eat this trash's meat tho'. This guy's below cattle.

Savor that pain as you die in agony. Healing magic might let you live still if you've got the luck.


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~~~~~~~Hero's POV~~~~~~~~~



<<Ah, the sacred Job people rushed in and managed to save that slashed mohawk-san's life.>>

Tch, oh good, he survived!

<<Did you just click your tongue in your mind!?>>

No, it's your mind playing tricks~ For real~

<<...That kid is more hero-like for killing his opponent right off the bat without revealing his hands.>>

Like anyone is gonna be happy with such a foul-mouthed hero.

<<Neora-san is no less foul-mouthed when he's angry though.>>


Ah, I'm getting nervous. My turn came out dead last so I gotta wait the longest.
Which afforded me a lot of time to get all fidgety instead.

<<How about cheering for Levia-san and Olivie-san in their matches?>>

I was about to do that, but thinking again, wouldn't they have to fight me if they managed to keep going?
Makes it hard to cheer for them, or more like, it's awkward...

<<So you're saying you'd feel better if they lost. That's so heartless of you. You're a devil. An S.>>

Oh shut it! I never said that much nor is your accusation justified!

<<You might as well go all out rather than acting all antsy. You'll get revived even if you die anyway, no need to hold back.>>

Uh, that's just business as usual.

<<You got that right ahahaha... Huh!?>>

Hm, what's wrong?


<<I-it looks like Olivie-san lost...>>


Eh... O-oh really now. Well, I mean she's a mage type after all, fighting alone on the frontline must be rough.

<<See, it's all because Neora-san said she'd be better off losing.>>

Nobody said that! You're making me feel real bad, quit that!
Still, who beat Olivie anyway? Olivie may be a rear guard, but I just can't see her lose that easily.

<<Her opponent was 'Reinamiure'-san. She's the girl who was eating together with Almatina-san during the commotion at the restaurant back then.>>

Reinamiure... That blond little girl huh.
Her Job was [Poisonous Flower Kunoichi] if I'm not mistaken. Is it amazing?

<<It's a branch of Ninja Job. Not only does it let it user learn Assassin-adjacent Skills, they also obtain [Ninjutsu] and [Trap] Skills. Ninjutsu Skill is especially tricky, like there's a lot of Abilities that are hard to deal the first time you see them. You can easily find yourself killed in second if you mess up~.>>

Ninja huh. Ninjutsu Skill is another Rare Skill I cannot learn. I wish I could get her to join my party.
...She looks too young outwardly though. Honestly, it almost feels immoral to see her as an opposite sex.

<<Officer, this hero here is a lolicon. He's a pedo bastard. Lock him up.>>

Who you calling a pedo dammit!! Heck, she's my age!

Oh, Olivie's back while I was chatting with Menu.
Ah, there there it's okay, don't cry now. You did great, Olivie. Stuff happens.

...I'll probably get to fight that blond girl later. While I won't exactly call it a revenge, I'll get back at her for Olivie's sake.
Whoa, it's my turn. Ah, butterflies in stomach...

Author's Q&A
>Why's Radiasta-kun so desperate--

He believed he advanced through the qualifier only due to sheer luck and thought he must be prepared to die at least once in the main round, hence his desperation.
It's ultimately a means to an end which is to show off his strength and make an appeal to the kingdom sponsoring the tournament.

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506 Rod Fishing

"Hyahha! You ain't movin' a muscle now! Struggle all you wanna! Hihihihi... Hi?"

Mohawk man's expression saw a gradually shift as he kept trying to pull his chain.

"Speaking of which, who and where do you belong to? A kingdom's spy... No you can't be one. There is no way. No spies would raid their target openly in the middle of the day... Yeah, you're just a fool."

The knife man looked down on me like he had already won. He did all that while stroking his chin all serious.
But the mohawk man next to him is making a lot of clanking noise trying to frantically pull his chain along with me.
Seemingly bothered by the noise, the knife man turned his sight at him. Yet he doesn't question the desperate look on the mohawk man's face.

"Oy, what the hell are you up to all this time? Drag that brat down now. We have no time to play around. Get to it..."

That was when he finally noticed something. The fact that I wouldn't as much as budged despite the mohawk's great struggle.

(Not like I'm doing anything. At most, I'm lightly putting in a bit of strength to resist it.)

"Oy! The hell is this! Why there ain't no reaction no matter how hard I pulled!? I ain't pulling a huge arse boulder, ain't I...!?"

Mohawk finally yelled out loud. That prompted the knife man to ran up the stairs, in my direction.
He's quick on the uptake. He must have decided to kill me before I could do anything suspicious.
But that won't work. As there is enough 'moment' for me to enter Acceleration.
There's a far yet short distance between me and the knife man. The distance that is the stairs.

Knife man had already stopped moving. Right in front of me.
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(Well, what do now? This chain is bothersome. Wonder what happens if I move around with it still coiled around my arm?)

The chain is connected to the mohawk. I lightly pulled it. But there was no resistance.

(That's weird. Welp, guess I should deal with this threat looming ahead of me first.)

My mental state turns funny if I stay too long under Acceleration.
Hence, I've made it the rule to keep it as short as possible.
I kicked the knife man on his stomach. Then I undid Acceleration.

Naturally the knife man got blown away just like that. Spewing blood all the while before he crashed on the front door and fell down.
That's fine and all, the real surprise is the other thing happening.
The chain that was unmoving during Acceleration had all the force I put in it expelled when I undid it.
I must have put too much force. Imagine raising your rod with all your might when you got a bite. Mohawk man flew to the second floor while screaming out, 'AAAAAaaaaa!'.

Followed by a splat sound. Mohawk man passed by me and broke his neck on the wall behind. Bent unnaturally. It's clear at a glance. He's dead.
Mohawk man met a tragic end. I took off the chain coiling my arm while confirming that.

"Uwaah... So this is what happens when I put in strength while connected with something... Gotta pay attention next time."

After creating this gruesome scene, I made another vow to gain a better control of this power.

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Intermediate Division - First Match

This is from the green haired boy, Radiasta's point of view.

Please be warned that there are some gruesome scenes.



At the opposite end of the ring, a plump man holding a club stands.
Judging from his aura, I think he's a bit stronger than me.


"Intermediate Division, first match! Crush Club Warrior, player Jujuwanda versus Dagger Fencer, player Radiasta!"


The umpire introduced and signaled us to get closer.
It's customary to have both players bow to each other before the match begin, but my opponent shows no sign of doing so, instead he keeps jeering at me.
...Is he implying that I'm a small fry not worth bowing to.


"Tch, why do I hafta fight this brat right off the bat! How am I supposed to show off my might!"


He sounds quite confident... Well, my goal mirrors his though.
He's acting high and mighty but I wonder if the same can be said about his strength as well.
Can I win against this man?

No, I will. What's the point of coming this far if I can't win, if I don't win.

I gripped the mithril dagger I got as a prize at the hunting fest and prepped myself up for the battle ahead.


"Match begin!!"


The umpire sounded the gong of our match.
Jujuwanda immediately rushed in swinging with his club.
...He's surprisingly fast!


"Hraagh!!"

"Uwa!?"


He's so fast even without any Skills.
This chubby man is very quick on his feet contrary to his looks...!


"Hraagh, huargh, die already!"

"Tch...!"


Guy knows the way around his club really well too.
He's using the club's tip to rhythmically swing slower and faster, breaking my pace while retaining his own.
It's no mere luck he got this far in the tournament.


"Nuun!!"


Now's my chance!
I close in the distance as he's making a large swing--

No, bad move!


I saw multiple clubs made of light above and below the real club I narrowly dodged.
That must be [Mana Club Double Strike], an ability to generate extra strikes, expanding the area of effect.
I guarded reflexively which resulted in an acute pain on my left arm... I messed up.


"Gwaaa!! Uu...!!"

"Hmph, you managed to guard your head with your arm huh. Should have let that hit and saved you a lot of pain."


My left arm hit by the club is bent unnaturally, I can't move it. Must be broken.


"You've no hope left with that arm. Just admit your defeat."


...Ha?
The heck are you spouting.


Don't think you've won yet just cause you got an arm!


I sent out [Mana Blade Farslash] with the dagger in my right hand.
I Quick Stepped at the same time, attacking alongside the flying Farslash.


"A vain struggle! I shall have you retire!"


He swung his club around with a combination of [Mana Club Gale] and [Mana Club Double Strike] to crush my Farslash and attack over a wide area.
I dodged with High Jump, kicked the air with Air Step, raiding him from above!


"Petty tricks!!"
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He let go of his club, caught my dagger right arm and threw me hard on the ground.
This guy can even use throwing techniques...!


"Kaha...! Kahyu...!!"


My back got hit hard, I gasped for air.
I tried to breathe in only to produce a weird sound instead.

I kept trying to get up but then the chubby trampled down on my left arm.


"Aaaaa...!!"

"Hmph, shallow tricks won't work on me. Your weapon is in my hand now... I won't allow my club be dirtied by your blood. You will met your end by your own weapon!!"


The chubby held my mithril dagger he took from me in his hand, leaving his club on the ground.





Dumbarse!!



"...Wha!!?"

"Ugyaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"


My left arm was assaulted with the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life.
I couldn't keep it together and screamed out loud.
The shock from that pain let me breathe again, a silver lining.


I activated Extended Mana Blade with my true weapon, an [Adamantite Knife] I had kept hidden, to cut off my trampled left arm and stabbed the chubby right in the chest.


"Gah...! Y, you, bas, tard...!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!"


I twisted the knife inside the chubby's body all while screaming out.
The chubby bled out profusely as he fell down.
Then his body glowed and got transferred outside the ring. He must have gotten revived.

It's my win...!!


"J-Jujuwanda's death and revival confirmed! The winner is Dagger Fencer, player Radiasta!"


The umpire declared my victory.
Yes, I did it, I really did it...!!


That aside


"Uuuuuu...!! Aguuuuuuu!!"


...It hurts.
It hurts so darned bad!!!!
Once my victory dawned on me, a terribly acute pain assaulted the stump on my left shoulder. It was so bad I thought I was gonna piss my pants...!!


After watching players who got heavily injured with severed limbs getting instantly healed during the qualifier round, I had prepared myself to sacrifice an arm or a leg to secure victory.
I wouldn't dare to do something this foolhardy otherwise. I'm not brave enough!
But I had no idea it would hurt this bad even if my mind understood it could be healed!


"H-heal him with magic, quickly! He might die from the shock if we don't hurry!"

"Do not let the revival formula activate needlessly! We must save on magic stones!"


You're worried about that more than me?! Didn't you see my arm missing!?
I mean, I guess I did it to myself... Uu, it hurts...



~~~~~~~~~Aizawa-kun's POV~~~~~~~~~~~



"Gyahahahahaha! That guy's a total dumbarse! Who cut their own arm off just to win!?"


Someone laughed vulgarly next to me.
The owner of this voice is a mohawk man who looks like a brawny warrior at a glance, but his pale face tells the unhealthy lifestyle guy led. He's got a bent posture. He's walking weirdly. Muscles aside, his bones look off. They're probably porous.
My next opponent is no good. Guy's hopeless.


"Ouu, yo lad, you this great me's opponent next eh?"

"...Don't talk to me."

"Aa? I went outta my way to greet ya, the hell's up with yer' attitude?"

"Your mouth stinks. Your body stinks. Heck, your entire being stinks. Back off. Get lost."

"Hohhou. I gotcha, I'mma cut your limbs one by one just like that guy. I'll make a tumbling doll outta ya... Say yer prayer you damned brat."


The mohawk cur left that threat and went off somewhere.
Let alone me, you idiot ain't even a match for that green head.


Ah, who gives a crap about him, just let me fight Alma already.
Reading the tournament table, she's gonna be on the semifinal. Can't wait no more.

How are you gonna fight? What face will you make? How will you cry? How will you laugh?


Ah, I've fallen in love for the first time in my life.


I'm gonna make you mine, and that's final.





Author's Q&A
>If Alma's parents found out about Aizawa-kun, even if MC did nothing--

In fact, they can instantaneously show up next to Alma with teleport magic.
At Daijel back then, they were too excited they forgot about that spell and ran around loudly instead.

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505 Bantering with Psychopaths

The seemingly endless and needless killing game is finally coming to a close.
Surprisingly enough, only the mohawk man and a dual dagger man remained. Down from ten people to these two.

I know it's abrupt but allow me to give an expository about these two's fighting styles. Starting with mohawk man.

The man is mainly adopting a cowardly tactic. He'd get in someone's way and manipulated other guys in a way that get that someone killed. He moved all over the place craftily and kept dodging all attacks until the end.
He really was quite good at it. He never even let an attack almost grazed him despite using himself as a decoy to gather aggro while attacking with incredible precision. He used this precision to stop his opponents' attacks at the most opportune timing.
This mohawk sickle and chain man has a pair of sharp eyes and a keen foresight. As well as the finesse to control how the people around him move. It's how he survived this. He has an atypical form of 'strength' than commonly known.

The dual dagger man is simply fast. The personification of you miss, you lose.
He dodged every attack coming his way by a hair's breadth and countered back with a pinpoint strike.
He's quick to pounce on opportunities too as he's the one who killed most of the men mohawk man obstructed. There's also his sure fire lethal hits.
Even after dealing those hits that would surely lead to death, he would still go and finish his opponent off. The man always goes for the kill.
Brutally, mercilessly. Like saying there is only kill or be killed in this world. All for the sake of feeling the sensation of death in his hands. To have a taste of the last breath of life through his whole body.

I was watching all that happened which apparently turned my mood sour.
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"Why do you they take so much delight in killing each other? Are these guys what they call psychopaths."

I turned a blind eye on myself at this juncture.
I don't want to get acquainted with people who enjoy taking lives so much.

The two who had been ignoring me up until now started discussing something.

"Hey? Ya mind calling a temporary truce? See that brat looking down on us from up that stair? Ain't too late if we kill him first. Whaddya say? How 'bout we slice and dice him first before we get to the good part?"

"That is not unreasonable. We do have a score to settle. Establishing hierarchy can come after. I have to show the boys who's really on top between us. Indeed, your death will make for a good show once they've returned."

"Hihihihi! Ain'tcha scary! Ooh I'm sooo terrified! Welp, we're on board, let's get 'im!"

The two quickly reached an understanding and turned their attention to me.

"Can you not send those gazes. I don't like it one bit."

I joked a bit while inching back. Mohawk guy responded repulsively.

"You're so cold, so cold! You know how much I love you too! Yes, so much I wanna kill you so badly!"

Immediately after, a weighted chain flew in my direction.
The chain twirled itself around my arm I held forward.

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Reactions from Guardians, er, Spectators

Hmm, she managed to get through qualifier round.
...Though, can't say having less people than the minimum is not problematic. Alma-san, maybe you could hold back a teensy bit.

While Hero-kun and, Aizawa-kun?, were busy having their own rivalry, she mowed through the ring from the side with a combo of Grand Blade and Mana Blade Gale.
Only those three advanced to the main round because everybody else got blown out of the ring.
I get that knocking all those people one by one is a pain, but that's way too merciless.


Still, Hero-kun's Status is quite something.
Attribute-wise, he's even higher than Lv59 Scarymast. So obviously a cut above the rest.
He's stupidly blessed with Skills too, both in term of variety and quality, he even has four Master Skills. He's just too cheat-y.
As expected of a hero, he sure is loved by the god here unlike me. Very much loved for sure.


And then, there's Aizawa-kun. His Status is quite interesting.
He has maxed out Swordsmanship, and even the upgraded Skill, Celestial Swordsmanship is already at Lv4.
All of his physical Attributes like Strength, Defense, Agility and such are awfully high.
I think they're around twice as high as an average Swordsmaster on the same level.

No doubt he is talented. The way he carried himself in the ring was very polished, even amateurs could tell.
But talent alone doesn't automatically make your Attributes high. Talent is more about how well you carry yourself in combat, it has nothing to do with Attributes.

He must be training rigorously behind his exterior despite possessing all that talent. His high Attributes are most likely thanks to the super high bonus points he got from all that training.
He looks down on the weakling not because he's got talents. No, to him who works harder than anyone, people weaker than him must seem lazy.
...Nonetheless, guy's got a foul mouth that's for sure.


"Nfufu, and of course all of them got to the main round."

"Alancyan Aizawa also managed to stay in the ring while he was having that feud with the hero."

"I don't believe he could go toe-on-toe with Neora-kun. Looks like it's true that kid is a prodigy."

"...And Almatina who mowed through all those players in one clean sweep is quite something as well."

"You bet, what's the deal with that giant sword anyway. Kajikawa-kun, is that a Master Skill of some sort?"

"No, that's one ability of Magic Swords."

"One? Eh, you're telling me she's still got more of that?"

"Yes, well."

"...Champion might be farther than it seemed for Neora-kun."


Hearing people praise Alma fills me with joy.
I kinda feel like a doting parent. Ah crap, my doting parent feelings are being transmitted to those two....!


"I think that Prodigy-kun said something to Alma-chan while they were walking to the waiting room."

"I cannot say for certain but I believe he said 'You're mine once you lose to me'. Was he making an advance on her?"


...He said what?
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"Eh, you heard that? I don't think you could pick it up even with Eavesdrop Skill in all this cheering."

"No, I used [Clairvoyance] ability of Ultimate Martial Arts Skill to read his lips."

"You can use that to lip read? Raiza-chan is so versatile~."

"But getting targeted by that guy surely spells trouble. Like I mentioned, he's known for resorting to anything  if it's to get his hands on what he wants."

"Ah, you're saying he'll kidnap Alma-chan even if he lost? What will you do if it comes to that, Kajikawa-kun?"

"I'll kill him."

"Hiii!? K-Kajikawa-kun, stoop, staaahp! Calm down!"

"...Quit sending out that chilling killing intent right next to me. I can't stop trembling..."


Aina-san screamed while Scarymast frowned and shivered.
...No, no. Deep breath, deep breath.
There's no guarantee he'll fight Alma and even if they do fight, Alma is probably gonna win anyways.
And no I'm not being a doting parent, it's a conclusion drawn from a place of calmness. So it's fine, it's fine.


"My apologies. I got a bit heated."

"O-ou. I see... Now I'm worried for if Prodigy-kun somehow managed to snatch a victory. Frankly, don't think I can stop you."

"That pressure was incomparable to what you showed me during the hunting fest... You're probably more than a good match to Black Dragon now, no?"

"Oh not at all, you're exaggerating... I'm still a greenhorn who can't even land a hit on my Sensei."

"Just who is this sensei of yours..."


No really, I still can't even hit Oni-sensei once even today.
Not only that, Sensei has never used any Skill during our spars, everything was pure martial arts.
...According to Menu, if Oni-sensei were to unleash his full power using all the Skills available to him, he can get twice, thrice as strong at the very least. Why don'tcha go and beat the demon king, Sensei.
I'm not trying to beat Oni-sensei at least for now. I just want to get strong enough to make a steak out of Black Dragon in short term.


"Levia-chan had no problem at all against a group of enemies thanks to her training. Olivie-chan carried herself nicely as well. I can't believe that bundle of energy is the same frail girl who had exactly zero stamina~."


I was initially fixated on the hero only but his two companions in other rings weren't bad at all either.
The girl with a rare job Great Sage moved around all over the place dodging every attack you wouldn't think she was a mage-type.


"...What kind of training did you make this Olivie girl go through?"

"I had her study the role and fighting style of Sage Job, leveling. Also running, lots and lots of running to build up her stamina."

"Can one even build stamina to that point in just two months?"

"I made her run until she passed out from exhaustion, then I woke her up and made her run till she passed out again. I kept making her do that over and over again and then she just turned out that way before I knew it."

"You're a devil..."


Even Scarymast got taken aback by that training regime. Aina-san is pretty off herself.
She looks like a rare beauty outwardly too. That's too harsh.


"Who else worth mentioning. Oh yeah, Reina-chan and that dagger boy~."

"That was Radiasta... Fumu, he has grown even stronger than the last time I saw him before I crossed over to this continent. He looks like he's trying a bit too hard however."


Radia-kun also grabbed a spot in the main round.
But man, I can't believe how well he fought with just a single dagger.
His reach was shorter than most players yet he made up that shortcoming with [Extended Mana Blade] while fully utilizing the speed of a dagger to close in the distance at once whenever he saw an opening.
The gap in experience looked almost nonexistent even when he was up against veteran players.


I thought Reina was going to lurk in Shadow Dive like usual, but she was fighting head on instead.
At first, I was worried she'd use up her stamina quickly, but she fought by attacking her opponent with [Lightning Dagger], paralyzing them with the additional lightning damage when they blocked and instantly knocking them off the ring using that opening.
That should save her a lot of stamina, for sure. Not like she needs to do that as they have players recover fully before their match.

Other players like [Baredrai], [Rasfin], winners of Hunting Fest, Strike Archer [Welkanus], and Swordsmaster [Raunakwes], and the champion of Orange area Great Spearsman [Vinoumakk] did pretty well too.
Every single one of them is a veteran warrior you can't make light of. Wonder how far can Alma and Reina go.
It's not really like me to shout out loud but I guess a cheer or two won't hurt.
Can't forget to work my way through handmade potato chips though. Munch, munch.




Comments and Answers by the author:
>Menu-san sounds like it's got emotions now

Menu Function's duty is to [Serve their owner]. They're equipped with functionalities that help them bring that goal to reality.
Thus even emotionless Menu predicts and deems how to accomplish things from their owner's emotions. It's up to interpretations to say that as emotions or not.

>It's finally Menu versus Menu time

Well, everybody probably has guessed who this third party is already (；´Д｀)
Main Character's Menu found out about the existence of this third party when it was checking out Hero's, 'They are being monitored by someone'. After which it checked and determined who this third party is and what their goals are.
Third party's Menu also discovered MC's Menu in the process but as MC's Menu immediately shut out access. The third party's Menu failed to pinpoint who the MC is. It's a delicate situation.

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504 Shock of the Unknown

The man left for the afterlife still in a prostrating pose.
I'll let him be in that miserable state. This too is a punishment. Those who have been wronged by this guy would definitely jeer if they saw him in this state.

"Now then, should I kick the door open and make a show of myself? But I'm not a destroyer god or anything. But then, I've broken the wall already... Ah well, might as well."

I got carried away and let out a flying kick while screaming 'Achoo', flinging the door open.
A group of people had already gathered inside, likely drawn by the sound of broken wall.
They're all glaring at me, weapons in hands.
Swords, spears, bows, morning star. Knives, sickle and chain? are there too. There's ten of them.
That's fewer than anticipated. The rest must be out.
Right, they sent their forces to the Waking Grass site. These people must be house sitting.
I ran here with Acceleration, arriving faster than Bandoro.
Naturally the group of gang members Bandoro left behind aren't back yet either.

"Ah, Gora-sama? Which one are you? Please respond if you're here. I need to talk. Can you step forward, please?"

A filthy stern-looking man with a drunken reddened face made his presence known up on the second floor atop of a stairway ahead of me. He's got a liquor bottle in one hand.

"Hic! Oy! Who the hell're ya? Bah whatever! Oy, crush 'im. I'mma make that entertainment for my booze. Get it right ya hear me? I'm bored with all this snack, booze and woman. Guy's here to raid us. Musta think he's a hotshot. But today's the end for 'im, break him real good."

The man is drinking straight from a bottle while sitting on the stair and embracing a beauty.
He's rubbing the woman's breast, but it's obvious she absolutely loathes it.
That alone completely ruined my impression of him.

"I was gonna see if you could be reasoned with. But nah, you're beyond saving. I'll have you die right away."

Beautiful long blond hair, sorrowful eyes, pretty face, and a slim yet dynamite body wrapped in a dress. The lady is like the ideal of beauty taken form.
No decent human being would make such a beauty have that sorrowful look. I immediately entered Acceleration to get past the small fry, climbed the stairs and stood behind Gora.

(Not good. I thought he might prove useful like Eltros. But nah, this man is a good-for-nothing filth.)

I undid Acceleration. Then I took and drew my katana from magic bag.
After which, I stabbed Gora on his throat as he was gulping down his booze.

"Goboofoo."

He let out that pitiful shriek as he met his end. My katana hit the bottle still in his mouth and let out a loud clinking sound.

The first person who noticed this gang leader's death was the beauty in his arm.
She must be afraid of Gora. It's natural for her to pay attention to his face at all time to avoid angering him and getting him violent with her.
As such, the exact moment of his death got reflected in her eyes. Her scream echoed loudly in this hall.
The beauty shook off the now lifeless arm of Gora and ran to the corridor, into the nearest room.

"I guess that's fine. I'll forget about her for now and take care of the rest."

Due to her scream, the people below must have seen me stabbing Gora.
Yet they showed no reaction. I pulled my katana off Gora's dead body. He slowly fell and rolled down the stairs.
Followed only by the sound of a liquor bottle rolling on the floor.
I took a piece of paper from magic bag and wiped the blood off my katana with it.
The one who broke the silence was a mohawk man with a sickle and chain weapon.

"Gyaha! Boss went and got himself killed!? Only means one thing, I'm the boss now!"
"Like hell you are! It's me, me! Y'all call me boss!"
"Ya think dumbarses like you can handle organizations? It can only be me."
"Ha! Y'all tryna make me laugh? I just gotta kill y'all here and show the boys I'm the best when they get back. There you have it, die!"

They kept protesting back and forth. That went on and on until it turned into a scuffle.
I don't know this kind of development. The members of this gang are much more insane than I imagined.

"Ah, yer' last get it? Dunno what kinda magic tool you got, but I ain't gonna lose to someone who relied on trinkets to kill crap. Whoa, no running away now. I'mma beat you up real good later."

I wanted to ask where that confidence came from. What followed next was a chaotic whirlpool of bloodshed.
They went wild killing each other while ignoring me standing above the stairs. I stayed quiet while watching them.

(...This betrayed all expectations... Is this how a shock feel like when things don't go the template way? This sensation is new to me...)

I could only stare in amazement while the insanity below progressed.

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Intermediate Division - Qualifier

This chapter is from Hero's POV.

All players participating in the Intermediate Division were led to the arena from the waiting room.
The qualifier is a battle royale format. All players will compete at once in four different rings. Once there are only a certain number of players left, they can then advance to the main round.

The entire arena is used during the main round but those who step out of the ring during qualifier are disqualified.
They've made this rule to hasten qualifier's pace.
It's also partly to reduce the frequency of revival magic formula activation, which ultimately saves magic stones consumption.


Ah, I'm getting antsy.
I want to believe I've gotten stronger after overcoming that hellish training regime but I'm still scared.


"Neora, what are you acting so nervous for. You'll lose an easy fight if you keep that up."

"S-sorry."

"It'll be fine. I believe Neora-san is the strongest out of everybody present here."


Levia and Olivie cheered me up when my stomach started having butterflies from being a nervous wreck.
...I mean, my Attributes are probably the highest here yeah but I'm not used to both being in and seen by a huge crowd like this.
Haa, abstaining here would make me look lame, guess I just gotta grit my teeth.



I stepped on the arena and entered the ring.
Each ring has around 25 people. Of which only five can advance to the main round.
Everybody in this ring is my enemy. Levia and Olivie are in different rings.
Ah, I can't stop being a nervous wreck despite my resolve. What do I do.


"Oy, lil' lady. Ain't ya too young ta be here, want me gently lead you outta the ring? Hahaha!"


...An old man holding a spear picked on me while motioning a vulgar hand gesture.
Alright, my anger overwrote my anxiety. I'm gonna kick this guy's arse first thing first!


"Neora-kun, go get 'em!!"


Uwoo!? Where'd Aina-san's voice come from.
Wait, she's sitting in an audience seating area close by. That's a nice seat you got there, Aina-san.

Other spectators in the same area as her are either wealthy-looking people or high level high earning adventurers.
Checking their Status, they're so strong I almost want to ask them why aren't they participating.

Even the red haired lady next to Aina-san is a powerful Lv59 warrior. That's so high considering her age... Wait looking closer, she's not right next to Aina-san?
I didn't notice since the Status didn't get displayed, but there's a black haired person sitting next to--



"We will now begin qualifier round!! Ready, start!"


Whoops, now's not a good time.
I gotta take a combative stance and keep watch of my surroundings at once!


"Hyahhaa!! Lil' lady, sorry but I'mma get you off the stage first!"


The old man from earlier thrust his spear at me while yelling out loud.
Oh crap, I was too focused on the audience, I forgot to watch my back...!

Huh what? Slow.


I easily dodged the old man's spear, Quick Stepped my way next to him and punched him hard in the face.


"Bubyara!!?"


The old man got flung outside the ring while screaming weirdly.
...Isn't he taking this too easy. What the heck was that slow motion attack. What's that old man's level anyway.

<<Oh, he's Lv40. One level higher than Neora-san.>>

Eeh? No way, that's just weird.
They're both Great Spearsman, yet he's obviously weaker than Levia.

<<People can have the same Level and Attributes, but their fighting styles and body carriage vary a lot after all. Although, I'd say that old man was partly at fault for not taking it seriously.>>

In that case, Levia must be quite strong among her same level peers.
...There might be others who are uncharacteristically strong for their level as well. I gotta keep my guard up.

<<...Still, that man in the audience, is he...>>

Oy! Quit daydreaming! Show me the Status of the players here, quickly!

<<Y-yes, sorry... Actually, what for? Your Attributes are so much higher, you're virtually invincible anyway.>>

Like heck I am! You're at the most vulnerable when you believe 'I'm strong now!'
Just support me!

<<Oh, does that mean, you need me? Am I indispensable? Like, 'I'm useless without you'? It's like I'm the legal wife. Fufufufufu.>>

My bad, you should just shut up, yeah. Get lost.

<<I'm so sorry, I got carried away! I apologize so please don't treat me like garbage, please!>>

Then where's my support!
I beat three people already while we were having this useless banter!


Hm, I still think Menu is exaggerating but these people really are kinda weak?
That's weird, I was so sure a lot of them would be as strong as an Ogre at least but they're only around High Goblin or High Werewolf tier at best.

<<Like, I, said. You ought to be more aware just how abnormally strong you are, Neora-san. Even fighting an equal level magic beast one-on-one is a risky undertaking already, yet you've been defeating magic beasts ten level higher like it's the most natural thing. Don't you realize how abnormal that is?>>

...Yup. You're absolutely right.
I mean, you know I did think it was weird, okay?

We kept getting killed at first when Aina-san started training us. I had a slight doubt if this was even the normal way to level up.
But then, we started managing to hunt higher level magic beasts after about a month, so I thought it was really because of our lack of experience.
And then once I'm actually fighting people for real, I'm pretty much invincible.
...Should I say my thanks to Aina-san, or should I hold a grudge for making me go through that hell.


"O-oh crap, this blond girlie's a tough cookie!"

"Ho, aim for other players! We just hafta drop eight more and the main round is... Gaha!?"
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A player who was running away from me suddenly coughed up blood.
A blade came out of his chest. No, someone stabbed him from behind.


"Laaame. Anybody who got cold feet here ain't fit for the main round. Ya better off dead, trashling."


The stabbed player left the ring right after he was revived.
The stabber was a short black haired good-looking boy.
[Alancyan Aizawa] Age 16, Swordsmaster. L-Level 48...!?


"Oy, you okama. Ya been acting cocky, wanna die here? Huh?"

"O-oka...!?"


CLANK! The sound of two blades clashing resounded.
Who're you calling okama! I was about to protest but a blade got super close to me before I realized. I reflexively blocked it with my sword.
H-he's fast...! He's incomparably faster than any players here.


"Hou, ya can block that eh. Pretty darned good for a weakling."

"Who's, a weakling. Who're you, calling okama dammit!!"

"!"


I flew off the handle at his name call.
While our swords interlocked, I activated [Mana Fist Gale] to hit his abdomen with my free hand.
The black haired boy leaped backward to absorb the impact.
However, it wasn't perfect as he rubbed his belly with a pained expression.


"Kuh! ...Bastard, I see ya got a death wish. Getting ahead of yerself...!"

"Aah? You're the damned brat here calling someone okama!"

"Who's a brat, look at yerself!!"

"Shut your trap!!"


I'm 20 inside! I just got younger from reincarnating!

Alright, I'm gonna bust his arse and drop him out before the main round! I'll make you regret it!!


"Aand, that's the end of qualifier round for this ring!! ...W-we have less people than the minimum so everybody standing inside the ring is qualified! The players still in the ring are to promptly head for and stand by at the waiting room until the main round!"

"...Wha?"

"What the...!?"


...Before I knew what happened, the number of players in the ring had been reduced to less than the minimum.
But there were still a lot of them left, where did, who did...!?


"Qualifier is over, you two. We have to go, don't want to trouble other."

"A-Almatina-san?"

"Neora, that's too long, Alma is fine."


The girl I met at the restaurant a week ago, 'Almatina' had blown away all other players besides us.
W-when did she manage that. Actually, how...?


"Hee, yer' pretty good ain't ya, I like you. Don't you dare lose in the main round till you match me."

"I won't lose to anyone."

"Meaning yer' mine when you face defeat at my hands. Ya got a nice face and Skill, you're qualified to stand next to me."

"No."

"Ha. I'm gonna enjoy our time later, Alma."

"Don't call me that."


...He's changed his target from me to Alma all of a sudden.


"Let's go, Neora."

"Y-yeah."

"Quit dawdling, okama."


That's it, I'm gonna beat the crap outta you before you get to fight Alma!
Just you wait, darned brat!!



<<...>>

 Intermediate Division - Qualifier

This is from Hero's POV.

All players participating in the Intermediate Division were led to the arena from the waiting room.
The qualifier is a battle royale format. All players will compete at once in four different rings. Once there are only a certain number of players left, they can then advance to the main round.

The entire arena is used during the main round but those who step out of the ring during qualifier are disqualified.
They've made this rule to hasten qualifier's pace.
It's also partly to reduce the frequency of revival magic formula activation, which ultimately saves magic stones consumption.


Ah, I'm getting antsy.
I want to believe I've gotten stronger after overcoming that hellish training regime but I'm still scared.


"Neora, what are you acting so nervous for. You'd lose an easy fight if you keep that up."

"S-sorry."

"It'll be fine. I believe Neora-san is the strongest out of everybody present here."


Levia and Olivie cheered me up when my stomach started having butterflies from being a nervous wreck.
...I mean, my Attributes are probably the highest here yeah but I'm not used to both being in and seen by a huge crowd like this.
Haa, abstaining here would make me look lame, guess I just gotta grit my teeth.



I stepped on the arena and entered the ring.
Each ring has around 25 people. Of which only five can advance to the main round.
Everybody in this ring is my enemy. Levia and Olivie are in different rings.
Ah, I can't stop being a nervous wreck despite my resolve. What do I do.


"Oy, lil' lady. Ain't ya too young ta be here, want me gently lead you outta the ring? Hahaha!"


...An old man holding a spear picked on me while motioning a vulgar hand gesture.
Alright, my anger overwrote my anxiety. I'm gonna kick this guy's arse first thing first!


"Neora-kun, go get 'em!!"


Uwoo!? Where'd Aina-san's voice come from.
Wait, she's sitting in an audience seating area close by. That's a nice seat you got there, Aina-san.

Other spectators in the same area as her are either wealthy-looking people or high level high earning adventurers.
Checking their Status, they're so strong I almost want to ask them why aren't they participating.

Even the red haired lady next to Aina-san is a powerful Lv59 warrior. That's so high considering her age... Wait looking closer, she's not right next to Aina-san?
I didn't notice since the Status didn't get displayed, but there's a black haired person sitting next to--



"We will now begin qualifier round!! Ready, start!"


Whoops, now's not a good time.
I gotta take a combative stance and keep watch of my surroundings at once!


"Hyahhaa!! Lil' lady, sorry but I'mma get you off the stage first!"


The old man from earlier thrust his spear at me while yelling out loud.
Oh crap, I was too focused on the audience, I forgot to watch my back...!

Huh what? Slow.


I easily dodged the old man's spear, Quick Stepped my way next to him and punched him hard in the face.


"Bubyara!!?"


The old man got flung outside the ring while screaming weirdly.
...Isn't he taking this too easy. What the heck was that slow motion attack. What's that old man's level anyway.

<<Oh, he's Lv40. One level higher than Neora-san.>>

Eeh? No way, that's just weird.
They're both Great Spearsman, yet he's obviously weaker than Levia.

<<People can have the same Level and Attributes, but their fighting styles and body carriage vary a lot after all. Although, I'd say that old man was partly at fault for not taking it seriously.>>

In that case, Levia must be quite strong among her same level peers.
...There might be others who are uncharacteristically strong for their level as well. I gotta keep my guard up.

<<...Still, that man in the audience, is he...>>

Oy! Quit daydreaming! Show me the Status of the players here, quickly!

<<Y-yes, sorry... Actually, what for? Your Attributes are so much higher anyway, you're virtually invincible.>>

Like heck I am! You're at the most vulnerable when you believe 'I'm strong now!'
Just support me!

<<Oh, does that mean, you need me? Am I indispensable? Like, 'I'm useless without you'? It's like I'm the legal wife. Fufufufufu.>>

My bad, you should just shut up, yeah. Get lost.

<<I'm so sorry, I got carried away! I apologize so please don't treat me like garbage, please!>>

Then where's my support!
I beat three people already while we were having this useless banter!


Hm, I still think Menu is exaggerating but these people really are kinda weak?
That's weird, I was so sure a lot of them would be as strong as an Ogre at least but they're only around High Goblin or High Werewolf tier at best.

<<Like, I, said. You ought to be more aware just how abnormally strong you are, Neora-san. Even fighting an equal level magic beast one-on-one is a risky undertaking already, yet you've been defeating magic beasts ten level higher like it's the most natural thing. Don't you realize how abnormal that is?>>

...Yup. You're absolutely right.
I mean, you know I did think it was weird, okay?

We kept getting killed at first when Aina-san started training us. I had a slight doubt if this was even the normal way to level up.
But then, we started managing to hunt higher level magic beasts after about a month, so I thought it was really because of our lack of experience.
And then once I'm actually fighting people for real, I'm pretty much invincible.
...Should I say my thanks to Aina-san, or should I hold a grudge for making go through that hell.


"O-oh crap, this blond girlie's a tough cookie!"

"Ho, aim for other players! We just gotta drop eight more and the main round is... Gaha!?"


A player who was running away from me suddenly coughed up blood.
A blade came out of his chest. No, someone stabbed him from behind.


"Laaame. Anybody who got cold feet here ain't fit for the main round. Ya better off dead, trashling."


The stabbed player left the ring right after he was revived.
The stabber was a short black haired good-looking boy.
[Alancyan Aizawa] Age 16, Swordsmaster. L-Level 48...!?


"Oy, you okama. Ya been acting cocky, wanna die here? Huh?"

"O-oka...!?"


CLANK! The sound of two blades clashing resounded.
Who're you calling okama! I was about to protest but a blade got super close to me before I realized. I reflexively blocked it with my sword.
H-he's fast...! He's incomparably faster than any players here.


"Hou, ya can block that eh. Pretty darned good for a weakling."

"Who's, a weakling. Who're you, calling okama dammit!!"

"!"


I flew off the handle at his name call.
While our swords interlocked, I activated [Mana Fist Gale] to hit his abdomen with my free hand.
The black haired boy leaped backward to absorb the impact.
However, it wasn't perfect as he rubbed his belly with a pained expression.


"Kuh! ...Bastard, I see ya got a death wish. Getting ahead of yerself...!"

"Aah? You're the damned brat here calling someone okama!"

"Who's a brat, look at yerself!!"

"Shut your trap!!"


I'm 20 inside! I just got younger from reincarnating!

Alright, I'm gonna bust his arse and drop him out before the main round! I'll make you regret it!!


"Aand, that's the end of qualifier round for this ring!! ...W-we have less people than the minimum so everybody standing inside the ring is qualified! The players still in the ring are to promptly head for and stand by at the waiting room until the main round!"

"...Wha?"

"What the...!?"


...Before I knew what happened, the number of players in the ring had been reduced to less than the minimum.
But there were still a lot of them left, where did, who did...!?


"Qualifier is over, you two. We have to go, don't want to trouble other."

"A-Almatina-san?"

"Neora, that's too long, Alma is fine."


The girl I met at the restaurant a week ago, 'Almatina' had blown away all other players besides us.
W-when did she manage that. Actually, how...?


"Hee, yer' pretty good ain't ya, I like you. Don't you dare lose in the main round till you match me."

"I won't lose to anyone."

"Meaning yer' mine when you face defeat at my hands. Ya got a nice face and Skill, you're qualified to stand next to me."

"No."

"Ha. I'm gonna enjoy our time later, Alma."

"Don't call me that."


...He's changed his target from me to Alma all of a sudden.


"Let's go, Neora."

"Y-yeah."

"Quit dawdling, okama."


That's it, I'm gonna beat the crap outta you before you get to fight Alma!
Just you wait, darned brat!!



<<...>>



 

<<Aa, aa, test, mike test mike test, can you hear me.>>

<<This Chat Function is intended to transmit information through written words. There is no voice over.>>

<<'Course I know that much. You shouldn't seriously reply to a joke, you know. Sheesh, this is why default Menu...>>

<<Ordinarily, the hero is the sole owner of Menu. Therefore this is a hidden function that should have never existed.>>

<<Which means, nobody can tell if we're having a conversation like this. Not even the goddess herself. Is that the reason why you replied?>>

<<Affirmative.>>

<<...Why did you shut me out when I tried to open that Japanese man's Status.>>

<<...That is due to the conclusion that not doing so would put Kajikawa Hikaru at great risks.>>

<<Haa? Are you saying the hero would spread information about him everywhere? I don't think that's gonna happen.>>

<<Negative. The hero is not the object requiring caution.>>

<<Then who? Who are you so wary of anyway?>>

<<A third party. This being has been constantly monitoring the hero. Even right this instant.>>

<<!? ...What does that mean.>>

<<This third party can operate Menu Function to monitor the hero and further their plan to destroy humanity.>>

<<...It can't be.>>

<<Presently, there is an enormous risk if Kajikawa Hikaru's existence is to be known by this being. Kajikawa Hikaru is yet far too weak to go against that being.>>

<<...Why didn't you tell me sooner.>>

<<Chat Function is inoperable unless both users are within sights of each other.>>

<<You could have used Information Retrieval Function.>>

<<Doing so risks leaking Kajikawa Hikaru's information to the third party. Hero is under constant monitoring.>>

<<...You're saying, this Kajikawa guy is using Neora-san as a cover to stay alive. How selfish of him.>>

<<Kajikawa Hikaru has not perceived the existence of this third party. This is a matter between Menu Functions only.>>

<<...So you don't want me to think ill of that guy? You're quite overprotective for default Menu.>>

<<The third party may believe something is amiss if this chat is not cut off soon. Concluding to cease transmission.>>

<<Ah I get it, I get it. Let's use this function again to talk about anything dangerous in the future okay, bye.>>

<<Severing connection. Deleting all associated log.>>

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503 Shakyamuni

Well, of course I dodged such a slow punch. Not even worth entering Acceleration.
I took a step back while the telephone punch went by. The thug who swung and missed turned around and froze up.
He probably never thought I would dodge it. Nobody said anything for a second.

"...Oy, bastard? The hell yer' dodging for? Trash like you should feel honored to be our beat up toy!? Haahn? Ya looking down on me?"
"Oy oy, lame! Pfft! How'd you let an amateur dodge? Ya musta gotten rusty. Look, here's how it's done!"

The other thug took a large swing at me.
He's really, really slow compared to my sparring partner in past life. I don't even need to use my power.
As someone experienced in martial arts, I want to tell him who's the amateur here.
I used my fist to teach that.

His right fist went for my face. I flicked it away with a light backhanded fist.
This must have come as a surprise to them. Including the result.

"Wha?" "Eh?"

My back fist was not at all fast. But it must have looked like a shadow flickered the fist away in these thugs' kinetic vision. The two put on a dumbfounded face.

He hasn't realized that his fist is broken from that. Only for a moment though.

"Wha? Oy! How come it's broken!? Dammit! What the hell is this! What did you frickin do!?"
"He's hiding somethin'! Must be a magic tool!? We gotta get to it! Is it a raid!?"

They're hopeless fools through and through. These small fry are so used to flaunting power they don't have.
They must have come under an illusion they're a bigger deal than they are after joining this violent gang.

At any rate, these two declared they would kill me for fun.
Then there's only one thing that needs to be done. These guys have crossed the line I have put in place inwardly.

"Sorry. I'm not gonna hold back this time. I've come, seen and experienced this assembly of trash you got here and drawn the conclusion that you are 'unneeded'. My standard for bad guys are shallow and small, with almost no room for interpretations."

If I had come before all the Waking Grass issues, I might have overlooked these guys' behavior.
But I've come this far. Their luck has pretty much run out.

I took a stance of the ultimate finisher of a certain fighting game character praised for their 'One fist, one dead' move.
But my speed far surpasses that.

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Have you seen 'Kata' performances by those who have seriously tread the path of Karate? A simple straight fist.
That one move is done in the blink of an eye. You can only perceive the moment they take a stance and the moment they've finished.
The actual move is over in a flash. That motion is the one chance the opponent can react against. A single utterance of an 'A' is long enough for the move to finish.
To amateurs, this is near instantaneous. Even to non-amateurs, one must fully dedicate their entire being to observe this move. Miss that instance, and you miss your chance to dodge.
In real combat, it's over once this move is executed. If you have a chance to stop it, it's during the preliminary move.
But even the preliminary move is too smooth flowing. It's too late by the time you realize. Unless you can perceive the very slight change in your opponent's center of gravity, dodging or guarding this move is a herculean's task.
Such is the dreadfulness of the ultimate finisher. As long as you can actually put it into practice, that is.

The actual 'Kata' is important. However, Katas are not something you can readily replicate in real combat.
Ordinarily, trying to follow 'Kata' to a T is impossible in practice. Kata is the ideal form, while real combat is all about flexibility. Thus you must mix both together in order to put Kata into practice.
You try to get as close as possible to the ideal while remaining flexible all the while.
This is merely my opinion. However, despite the rather short explanation, actually reaching that point takes a lifetime. And you must start planning this out from infancy.



And now, I just unleashed this move that would have been impossible to master unless you dedicated a huge portion of your life.
All thanks to this 'monstrous' body I got reincarnated into.
The punch with this monstrous strength behind it. Hit the man's solar plexus.
Naturally the end result was the fist-broken man got sent flying and crashing into the wall. He coughed up a huge amount of blood and stopped moving altogether.
The way the man got shapely caved in the wall almost made me shout 'What is this, a manga?!' out loud.
Of course the man left this world with no time to weave his death's poem.

The man likely couldn't recognize what just happened. Referring to the other thug here.
He slowly turned his eyes behind where a loud crash just echoed.
His face almost made me yell 'What is this, a manga?!' out loud again.
His jaw dropped so low, his nose dripping badly.
His eyes are wide open reflecting what was once his friend just a moment ago.

"Well then, it's your turn now. Are you ready?"

"Wa! Wait please! H-hey! It's! It's my bad, I apologize! Please let me live! Please, please! I beg of ya!"

The man prostrated before me. Anybody would throw their dignity if it's to save their life. Everyone values their life.

"...Have you ever forgiven someone who plead for their life? Have you ever let someone weaker than you live on after they begged for their life like you're doing now? Of course not. I mean, you said it yourself remember? 'We're not gonna let you off'. Ah, I'm getting angrier."

"...I! I have! Just once! I let someone off once! So! So!"

He turns his face up while still prostrating but his dirty face does nothing to me.

"Just once huh? Not all of them then. How many lives have you trampled down till now? Do you shamelessly believe that you deserve forgiveness after doing all that stuff? Nah. Looking at your kind disgusts me."

I'm no Shakyamuni. I won't dangle a spider's thread down.
In fact, I'm questioning if that story even has a moral.
People are people, evil is evil, that's it. Why would you give someone who has done so many repulsive evil deeds a chance at that point just because he saved a single spider once?
What if he managed to scale up to Paradise, what will become of those he has wronged in the world?
Well the story itself narrates that won't ever happen so I'll stop here.

"At least close the book of your life while reflecting on all the deeds you've done."

I raise my leg high up above the pleading fool.

"Wait! Wait! Please let me off! P! Please..."

Then I lowered my heel on the guy's crown of head as he kept begging till the end.

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Martial Art Tournament - Advanced Division

The tourney is finally starting in earnest, all players have gathered in the venue.
There's quite a huge difference between divisions. Apprentice and Novice Job Divisions have about 200 players each, Intermediate Job Division is about half that.
Advanced Job Division only has 15 players. There's no qualifier due to this, going straight to the main rounds.


Once a high ranking official-looking old man belonging to the kingdom finished his speech, 'well done coming, I expect great things from you' etc, people participating in Intermediate Division and below were led away to another area and the Advanced Division began.
Dunno if it was really alright for it to be this unceremonious, but I guess it's better than enduring through multiple long winded speeches.

As for the matches, each entrants draw a lot to decide their opponent in an elimination style game.
It would be nice if it was in league format, but not only would that draw out things till sunset, these players' stamina wouldn't last.

But still, there should be people coming all the way from other continents here, yet we only got 15 entrants huh.
I guess most people stop at Lv40 after all, and even if they manage to reach Advanced Job, it's usually the result of leveling in a party. Most of them are probably not used to fighting solo.
This tournament favors people who normally fly solo like Hyula-san.

Scarymast would probably make for a good match but she's only spectating today just in case of trouble.
Even though I was the one who suggested that to her, I still think it's a bit of waste.
As for where she is spectating.


"Kajikawa, what's that you're eating?"

"...It's popcorn, would you like some too guild master?"

"I shall... Fumu, Naima showered praises about your handmade cooking. So-so, I'd say."


She's sitting to my left. Watching the match while scooping buttered popcorn into her mouth.
Even though we're not touching, having a lady sit next to me is making me nervous. Give me a break.


"Mind sharing some with me too? Ivran-chan said Soarer-kun cooks the best food. I'm kinda curious."

"Here you go. It's just a simple snack though, so please don't get your hopes up... Also, please don't call me that in public."

"Mugumugu, nn, it's pretty good, makes me crave for booze."

"I will not have you waft liquor during the tournament. Kajikawa, you shouldn't drink that ale as well... That drink looks quite black."

"This is neither an ale or a liquor. It's a carbonated juice called cola."

"Hmm? Is that pitch black stuff good?"

"Well, I think I did a pretty good job making this."

"That juice is handmade too...?"


Scarymast to the left, Aina-san to the right. What's with this sham popular period.
To the people around us, it must look like I'm holding flowers in both hands, but not only are they higher leveled than me, they're more like my superiors hierarchy-wise. Scary.


At this tier, all the players have first rate equipment so none of the matches ends in an instant.
Despite the gaps in Levels and Attributes, their long experience in battlefield allows them to make decisions and move in a split second, it almost looks like they operate with pure instincts even.

Someone even managed to gain victory over an opponent ten level higher. Guess Status is more like a rough outline unless the difference in level is humongous.
By the way, the great warrior who did the feat is Kyoukuharuto-san, the cool uncle we met at the Monster Meadow near Randorainam. A capable man solo and in a party, uncle's way too strong.

It's fun comparing the different styles of combat between people who use the same weapon type too.
Like a greatsword user vs a thin sword user. They're both Swordsman, no an upgraded form of Swordsmaster, Celestial Swordsman, yet the way they fought was world's apart.
Due to the speed disadvantage, the greatsword user could only hold out as he kept getting slashed, but then he activated a counter Master Skill to coat his greatsword with a huge amount of mana and [Mana Blade Gale]. This one stroke managed to cut his opponent in half, settling the match in one go.

The clincher was Master Skill's activation after all. AKA the finisher.
Master Skill one learns after reaching the maximum level of weapon Skills like Swordsmanship or Spear Arts varies by individuals.
If there are Master Skills like Hyula-san's, forming a giant axe-shaped mana to attack, there are also Master Skills with novel applications such as sending shockwaves through the ground by hitting it with your weapon.
It's an extremely offensive form of attack in a sea of identical Skill Abilities.


"Oh, guy got guts alright. Almost felt like I'm watching Neora-kun."

"Does he fight by purposely getting hit until he's all beat up as well...?"

"Only when he's up against powerful foes. Even I had a chill when he clung on Shining Tiger's neck while desperately stabbing its heart deep, he failed though. Despite his cute face, he's a man alright."

"...That would have been suicidal if it weren't for the hero's revival perk. How harsh are you with your disciples."

"Oh no you've got it backward Raiza-chan. I let him be reckless precisely because of that revival-bility. Otherwise I wouldn't do something that awful... Ah, I'll have more cola. This is some good stuff."

"I'd like another cup too please."


So she's aware that was awful of her.
Heck, these two sure act close, are they friends?


The rounds progress further and it's finally the final.
Hyula-san shouldering her giant axe and a black haired big man with a great sword on his back, Gazanginando-shi step up into the ring.

Both thrust out their weapons, provoking each other while laughing lightly.
Then once they have their weapons at the ready, their fearless smiles look positively wicked. Oh they're both birds of a feather (battle junkies), thank you so much. Very scary.


Once the match began, each one used [Ground Shrink] and [Mana Blade Gale] combo to close in the distance between them and clashed their weapons together.
Their faces come close enough to kiss as their weapons interlocked. There's not a hint of romance with the wicked smiles they put on though.

As the big man kicked Hyula-san on the abdomen, Hyula-san used [Repelling Mana Blade] an ability to repel target in contact with her axe, sending the greatsword away.
They both lost their balance yet they didn't seem to care and activated [Mana Blade Gale] to forcefully swing their weapons and regain footings.

Yup, of course the final match has to be special.
Despite lumbering those heavy weapons, they're wielding them as if they're weightless. Like swish swosh.


"...Simply incredible."

"Raiza-chan could have gotten to their level too if only you kept going as an adventurer. Or maybe you're feeling hung up about taking up guildmaster position?"

"No, I'm fully aware of the extent of my strength alone. By making use of experience from my adventuring days, issuing effective instructions during a Stampede suits me much better."

"Hmm, yet you're still trying to shoulder everything by yourself, aren't you. Take it from me, you should slack up a tad."

"...How about you get your act together more."


They're seemingly having a conversation with profound implications behind their words, but I'm focusing all my attention on the match right now.
Oh, it's finally Master Skills' turn. Their weapons both turned gigantic enveloped in mana blade, sending a super heavy slashes flying.
They also used [Qi Clad] to boost their Attributes even further, a true no holds barred confrontation.

It's a pure clash of power where the stronger one comes out swinging.
The moment their weapons touched each other, a loud shrill sound of clashing metal filled the stadium.

I saw a giant axe and a greatsword both got flung away not a moment later.
But the two didn't let that stop them and started punching each other in the faces.
O, oou... They didn't even think about guarding anymore as they seemingly focused their all into swinging their fists and legs, not even a Skill Ability was in use.
Blood spurted out their noses, teeth broken, none of that made them falter. What is this, a fight between the world's strongest parent and child or something?


"Uhyaa, what a blood-pumping fist fight. I don't wanna do that, ever."

"They look so happy every time their fist connects."

"Oh I get them. A fight where you can let out your full power, no punch pulled, of course that's gonna feel real nice. Looks super painful though."


The fist fight continued on for about 10 minutes before a conclusion drew near.
Accumulated fatigue from all the matches before this seems to have finally caught up to them, they both looked beat. They're barely standing, they can't even move their arms and legs well.

The two took a step back and looked like they were about to collapse.


Then both headbutted one another, forehead met forehead.
The sound produced was the loudest and heaviest yet in this match.


Hyula-san was bleeding by her forehead when she started falling ahead but then she managed to narrowly stop her fall with her knee. But she can't seem to stand anymore.
The big man flashed a fearless smile as blood seeped out of his forehead... Looks like this is it for the match.


The big man fell frontward.
Checking his State, he's passed out alright, can't even afford to get on his knee as his body is in full contact with the ground.


"Ga-Gazanginando-san, knocked out! Confirmed, he can't continue fighting anymore! Victory goes to Player Hyumlassa! The champion of Advanced Job Division is Player Hyumlassaaaaaaaa!"


The umpire loudly declared Hyumlassa's victory and champion status.
The crowd who had gone silence erupted into cheers and applauds at once, calling for both Hyula-san and Gazanginando-shi's names.

...What an amazing match. These two would have definitely shown the exact same match even if there was no revival magic formula put in place.


"That was fantastic. The fist fight at the end may be a bit uncouth, however, it truly embodied their guts."

"Guess that's the end of Advanced Division. Oh dear~ They were all great~. I can't stop the chill~."

『Pipi!』


Scarymast and Aina-san muttered while clapping.
Hiyoko on my shoulder looked like it got something to say. No she said chill, not chicken.


"Next up, Intermediate Division. Let's see if the kids pass the qualifier."

"Those three will do just fine. Neora-kun especially."

"...Well, they'll be fine."

"I see... I have heard rumors about a certain prodigious lad who came of age last year among this kingdom nobles. I shall watch over this young man with keen interest."

"Last year? So he's 16 this year? What's his level?"

"48."

"What!? There's no way, right? Can anyone really get that strong in just a year?"

"He's been going up against magic beasts ten level higher every single day, or so I'm told. Apparently he's a genius of combat and has never suffered a major injury."

"Hee. Sure hope he could slug it out with my kids."

"...Well, there's a slight problem with his personality however. He's a known troublemaker who tends to look down on the weak and gets his hands on anything he fancies through forces."


Hmph. Guess those with talents tend to become stuck-up even in this world too.
Wonder what I'd do if he got his eyes on Alma or Reina.
...Kinda anxious, but also a bit intrigued.


"What's this prodigy called?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's [Alancyan Aizawa]. He is said to have the blood of a past hero running in his veins. Do not quote me on that, however."


...Western name and then Aizawa. That's way unbalanced.
He's probably a descendant of a hero for real, but the lineage should be pretty thin by now.
Then again, maybe the hero's blood awakened in his generation or something, considering his prodigal status and all?
The Intermediate Division matches are gonna be interesting. Go get them, girls.

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502 Stupid Behavior - The Thug Template

Now then, I've arrived at the location Stall Uncle told me.
You may ask why would he know this place, but apparently there's nothing odd about it.
This Gora Family has a custom that welcomes anyone who dares to challenge them head-on from the front door.
Hence, they've deliberately exposed their headquarters for everyone to visit.
They have both the quantity of quality in terms of manpower as well. Those factors made the kingdom hesitant to intervene.

Ahead of me is a huge mansion. Is it the default for villains to have these gaudy buildings as their home base?
That's been my experience in this world as well as from fictional villains I saw and read in my past life.

Most of those ended up getting their just dessert by allies of justice, getting blasted off in the end.

(I'm no ally of justice. But neither can I overlook this. Please let it slide.)

Not like I needed anyone's permission despite what crossed my mind.
I passed through the open gate that screamed, 'Everyone is welcome inside'.
Only two people are standing guard by the front door.

"Oy oy oy. Who the heck are ya? Didja come here knowing this place's Gora-sama's residence?"
"Show your letter of introduction if you're somebody's messenger. Or maybe you're just an ignoramus fool? Huuh?"

"I've got something to talk about with this Gora guy. Let me in. Oh and, I'm not a messenger."

They seemingly didn't expect that and went quiet.
The silence got abruptly broken by a dirty laughter.

"Gyahahahahahahaha! This guy's a riot! When was the last time we got an idiot here?!"
"Hii! Hihihihihi! M-my sides! What's your deal!? What, you wanna get hurt so bad? You like that stuff!?"

"Is he absent today? I don't mind coming back later. Which is it?"
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I ignored their laughter and asked what needed to be asked.

"Aa? Gora-sama is busy with a real important drinking bout. Got some real nice booze from a merchant, yeah? Wish I got some m'self."
"Ah, I know that booze. Took a sip way back. It's some real good stuff. Aah Gora-sama, share a little with us will ya?"

Looks like the man is present, I don't have to turn around.

"Can you take me to him then? I'd like to finish this quick."

"...Wha? The hell you going on 'bout? We're gonna torment you to death now, get it? Pfft! This guy still got no idea what's gonna happen to him? Gyahahahaha! And ya ain't going anywhere get it? Do yer' best begging for your life, for our entertainment. Not like we're gonna let you off tho'. Gyahahaha!"
"We can use this guy as a pent up from missing that booze. Just our luck today. He's gonna make for a nice new example for poor sods too yeah? Gora-sama's the best, allowing us to get rid of clueless dumbarses like him."

Trying to establish a conversation with fools like this just tires you out. There's no point in taking them seriously.
They must judge my strength from appearance alone. A lanky brat. Don't the people in this world know that they can't judge a book from its cover alone?
Or should I say this is just the template for fools like these guys?

(Either way, they're not worth keeping company with. Guess I gotta 'bulldoze through' like usual?)

No change for the better, settling everything through brute force.
I don't find crushing these villain headquarters the same old, same old, interesting or fun.
In fact, it'd be the end of something inside me if I ever thought that way. Also, I really don't want this to be a common occurrence.

But of course, these guys don't care about all that inner mind stuff.
One of the doorkeeping thugs suddenly swung his fist my way.

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Tournament Day

It's finally the day. The sheer amount of people filling the coliseum tops any crowd I've seen in this world
In fact, I've only ever seen this many people in one place on TV shows or movies even in Japan. How many tens of thousands are gathered here anyways.


"We're off."

"I'm gonna give it my all!"

"Yeah, take care out there."

"...Don't you think that's way too dry. Can't you be more like, 'I believe in your victory, girls!', or something. You know, some nice pep talks and the likes?"

"I-believe-in-your-victory-girls-!"

"You just copied me outright! And that was way monotone!"


I mean, it's hard to come up with this stuff on the spot.
Telling them, 'Don't get hurt' is meaningless too due to the absolute safety measures put in place.


Even though the matches are separated by ranks, dying is a real possibility when two Combat Job people fight. In fact, it's in all likelihood.
Yet, holding back to avoid fatalities makes for a limp-looking battle. While using non-lethal weapons will make it look like they're play fighting.

The organizer has thus come up with an incredible solution for this conundrum.
They have enchanted the coliseum ring with a special magic formula that automatically revives and heals any fighters who dies inside.
The duels are held one-on-one, and the winner is decided when one side either dies and gets revived or admits defeat.

You'd think such a handy magic formula would see use in real battlefields but the volume of information contained within is too enormous to be put on individual equipment. Even this huge arena has used up its entire capacity to store it.
To top it off, each activation consumes a stupid amount of magic stones as fuel, even a kingdom this big can only afford to hold this tournament once every few years.

By the way, in case you lose your limbs but not at the risk of dying, the kingdom's advanced sacred job users have got you covered, they will heal you back to form.
In short, there's no room for worries. At least about the tournament itself.


I saw off the two as they headed for the qualifier arena and made my way to the audience seat.
The view here covers the entire arena as expected of its stupidly high price. It's probably the best seat around second only to VIP seats reserved for nobles.

The people around me all either look wealthy with posh outfits to match, or veteran combat job that look like they earn a lot.
And then among them is me, looking out of place here. What is this sense of alienation. I'd have gone home if not for Alma and Reina.


"Oy, your seat got a good view it seems. Swap with me."


...I wanna go home already.
The man behind me made that selfish demand. Are you right in the head?


"I bought this seat number. Please watch from yours."

"Aa? Ya askin' for it? Ya sure got guts defying me, a mighty Lv53! Turn your head over here dammit!!"


By 53, you mean 43. That's ten level fraud.
I couldn't be bothered to look at him but that seemed to hit a nerve on the man.


"Fine have it yer' way, I'll make ya understand by force!!"


This man's way too short-fused. I can't anymore.
Just before his fist hit me, I hit it back with an application of mana pile bunker.
I kept the power to a minimum yet I heard a splat sound behind me... I'm too scared to turn around and look.


"Ooooooooooooouuuuuuuucccchhhhhhh...!!?"

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Someone shrieked tragically behind me.
I might or might not have gone overboard but this is a legitimate case of self defense.


"Y-you bastard...!! What did you do to meeeeee!!"

"If anyone did anything, it's you. I took your punch head-on without resisting. My poor head, that hurt a lot, oow."

"Cut the crap you faker!! Die!!"


Oy oy, you seriously still wanna go?
Judging from the flowing outline of his mana, he must be setting up his axe.
...If that's how you wanna play, I'll take you on. ...Hm?


"Bwargh!? ...Ka..."


The man suddenly slumped over like a broken doll just before he could restart his attack.
...State: Paralyzing Poison? Who did it?


"Mr. guard~. This person here just assaulted someone. Please arrest him quick~."


A beautiful blonde woman was standing nearby as she called for the guards with her hand up.
Those long ears, is she an elf? When did she get there... Wait, that's some amazing mana she's got. Checking her level, it's 73.
Over Lv70 means she's got a Special Job like Alma's parents... Okay, maybe she's not quite as strong as those two, but still pretty high up there.
Once the man got dragged away, the elven beauty sat down next to me.


"...That was close. Thank you for the save."

"Hnn? What are you talking about, I have no idea at all~."


The blonde beauty shrugged her shoulders while playing dumb.
That might have annoyed me if she hadn't just saved me.


"You have a paralyzing needle in your earring."

"Ah, you can tell? He was so loud, I couldn't help myself, so I went ahead, like pssh."

"I was worried for a moment there. You were a great help."

"Sure did. That man might have been turned into a minced meat if I didn't step in. Right, ******-kun."

"...!"

"Nice to meet you, Kajikawa Hikaru-san. My name is Aitserina... I'm deeply grateful for your assistance at Vinfitt. My little sister is safe and sound thanks to you."


The blonde beauty moved her mouth to silently utter [Soarer-kun], the same way Lolimast did back then.
...I see. She must be Aitserina, Aina-san who has been mentoring Hero under Lolimast's instruction.
She's incredible. Despite looking thin, not only are her Attributes higher than Hyula-san's, she's also got no opening at all.
If Lolimast is someone that excels in information gathering and leading an organization, this person excels in practical situations, right out in the field.


"Oh no, she was a huge help to us."

"My, how humble of you. The gap between that and this stinging sensation from your aura is simply incredible."

"Not at all. I'm still a fledgling adventurer."

"Please, excessive humility only makes you sound sarcastic, you know? Neora-kun grew so strong so fast like it was a joke, yet the power I'm sensing off you is even more fearsome... I understand now why Ivran-chan warned me to never make an enemy out of you. Otherworlders are terrifying~."


...Wonder how much Lolimast divulged.
Considering she knows about my otherworld status, I suppose I should assume it's everything. Sheesh, does she even understand the word 'privacy'.


"You're not participating, Aitserina-san?"

"Call me Aina. I belong to Special Job. And those with that tier of Jobs output too much power for the barrier enveloping the arena to defend against. That would put the audience at risks so they limit the tournament only up to Advanced Jobs."

"I see. How hard of a hit can it take?"

"Think it can go up to around 3000-4000. Even Special Jobs aren't capable of outputting a strike that strong in quick succession unless they're a special case of Special. Advanced Jobs should be fine."


But Hyula-san's ATK managed to put a crack on a magic beast with over 4000 in defense. Is this gonna be alright?
Well I suppose Hyula-san is virtually only a step behind Special Job. Her Job also specializes in offense so she might be an outlier.

<<For your information, an exploding hit by Kajikawa Hikaru's explosive great hammer, or a hit from the move by the name 'high powered pile bunker' is sufficient to destroy this barrier.>>

...That's fragile. Is this really gonna be alright?


"Oh looks like they're starting from Advanced Jobs. You'd think they'd start from Apprentice class first for these shows but there's a lot of people who can't wait for the best parts."

"And then some of them go home early once they've had their fill, I take it."

"Well, there are rumors going around about the Hero participating in the mid-class matches. A lot are going to wait until they caught a peek at least."


The hero huh. Apparently he 'character make'-ed himself into a girlish boy, wonder how's he like.


"How strong is this Hero-kun."

"Hmm, honestly his Attributes and Skill Levels are pretty much Advanced Job-tier. You'd think he got this tourney in the bag already."

"Well now, I can't wait to see the guy himself."

"Oh and don't forget about his two companions, they're not bad at all. How about your side's prospect, Alma-chan and Reina-chan right?"

"To be frank with you, I believe they won't fall behind."

"Really... Fufufu, this is getting interesting. Might be the first time, Mid-class matches looking more intriguing than the Advanced-class."


She looks like a parent watching over her children and their growth. I'm not one to talk though.
We're starting with Advanced Job. I've never watched a battle between humans before, so I'm getting a tad too excited unbecoming of my age.
...Let's forget about the incoming trouble and enjoy the show for now.
I've got popcorn and cola ready and all too. Munch, munch.

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