Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

"That's Mr. Beat! You didn't jeopardize anything!

"What a pity. I couldn't do anything."

"That's all right! If you're so overwhelmed, you'll give up!

The first day of the finals is the first game. Me and Mr. Klein's game started and ended in three seconds. Of course it's my victory.

At the same time as the bronze buzzer sounded, he pushed into Mr. Klein's chest at full speed with both hands. The two tiger palms in combat.

I hit him so hard he wouldn't rupture his guts. There may be some cracks in the ribs.

With a surprising expression on his face, Mr. Klein flew from the center to the end of the stage and ended up rolling down his back. I win.

In the first place, this tournament was supposed to be held for me and Mr. Klein. It ended in the first three seconds. The rest of the game is supposed to be a pleasure, but the venue is full of excitement. The spectators don't know what's going on here.

The tournament is staked under the auspices of the state. There are two types of winning rounds: winner and semi-finalist.

The projections I'm involved in are huge dividends, horse racing and wheel racing. My vivid victory has raised expectations of a high dividend.

In these games, participants and their relatives are often unable to participate in betting. Illegal, that is, eight hundred long. However, there are no such restrictions this time. For there is a covenant of the law and the temple of the god of commerce. All participants are sworn on this affidavit that they will not commit any wrongdoing. If you fail in your vows, the painful hell of promises awaits. So don't worry about the eight hundred long.

That's why me and my people are on a bet. I have more than thirty large gold coins in my winning rounds and my winning rounds, and everyone else is betting on me. Perhaps close to 100 large gold coins have been bet on me by my family alone. Japanese yen is 100 million yen. That's all I bet, but my odds only changed a little. It's a big hole in Duntz. Unuu.

Well, I can't help it. I am the only minor in this tournament lined up with big men. It's overwhelmingly lightweight. No one will think that I will win. Except for me and my people.

That's why the venue is thriving. I won the high dividend. Now that the bet has been sold out, I can't buy more. The odds remain the same. The man who bet on me may not be able to sleep with excitement tonight.

"I'm glad we finished early. I don't want to be tired tomorrow."

"You don't have any more games today, do you? Tomorrow is the winner of the next game, right?

"That's right. I hope you win, Kent."

"I can't do that. My legs trembled even at the opening ceremony."

"... it was like a deer."

The tournament table was announced immediately after yesterday's qualifiers. Me and Mr. Klein in the first round, Kent and Ojisan the clever limb captain in the second, and someone I didn't know Alisa in the third, and finally the combination of the Count and the Knights of the Kintetsu in the eighth. It feels terribly arbitrary. Or rather, definitely a deliberate combination.

Regardless of the match between me and Mr. Klein, I also feel the intention of the combination of the Viscount and the Knight Commander. It would mean that nobles won't lose a single round of battle except for the nobles. Besides, I want the finals to be fought between nobles, so they are divided between the ends of the mountain.

Besides, I have a relatively lightweight little one in the mountain, and a large heavy one in the countess's mountain. You want to play as hot a game as you can and face 'Power VS Speed (or Technique)' in the finals. Sure, that sounds exciting, but it's a little obvious, isn't it?

My next match will be with Kent, the winner of Ojisan's long arm and leg, who was riding around the edge of the stage. Personally, I'd like to support you, Kent, but I don't think I can. That Ojisan can do it there. It would be pretty strong even if we fought normally.

On the other hand, Kent is normal. I feel like I've won the qualifying round with something (...). But that's all. The more luck alone wins, the less sweet reality is.

Baron Face.

Mr. Klein called to say that he was preparing the lift in the waiting room with that in mind. By the way, it's a separate waiting room from the big room for the qualifiers. Apparently for officers and aides.

Mr. Klein is glued around his chest with a bandage. Looks like it's cracked. The fracture of the ribs can't open the gibbs or splints, so I can only wrap the bandage around it. You may be wearing your jacket on your shoulders because it's hard to move through your sleeves. No, I'm sorry.

"Count Anderson. Are you okay to move?

"Don't worry. It only hurts a little."

"I'm sorry about the game. There was a reason I couldn't lose."

I couldn't lose the first fight for Woo and Tarojiro. Jasmine sister? Yeah, well, yeah.

"No, of course not. Now I've given up. Please make her happy."

"Of course. Thank you for your time today."

Both of them shook hands firmly.

Mmm, not to mention it. Woo-chan will do everything in his power to make you happy. Jasmine sister? Yeah, well, yeah.

"I apologize for the inconvenience this time. I will support the tournament."

"Thank you very much. I will do my best."

"Fufu. Is that a trace force? Looks like I still have to train. I'm sorry to bother you. Good luck tomorrow. Jasmine, please be happy."

Yes, I'll see you soon.

"Bye, Klein. See you somewhere else!

Mr Klein returned with a tingling motion that did not cause him to feel injured. You were surprisingly refreshed. I didn't feel like I was hiding my grudge or jealousy. Looks like you really gave up. No, it feels like the possession fell.

"Well, Klein has always been a refreshing and friendly guy. That's why I didn't think you were still obsessed with clams."

"Why is that?

"Is that it? You think curiosity is love because you've never seen anything like it before?

"Oh, I see. It might have been such a hustle and bustle to hold this tournament, and my head was cold with my liver."

"What the hell! You're not a rare beast!

Finding rare items and thrilling them is similar to being in love. I wonder who first said you liked or disliked it.

Mr. Klein apologized for everything, and this is the only way to settle the matter. Happy birthday.

Apologizing for the angry Jasmine sister, we left the waiting room and went to the box seat to support the Count and Alisa and Kent.

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"Really?"

"No."

"Ahahaha, there's no such thing, there's no such thing!

"Jasmine, it's rude to be laughed at too much.... pu"

Kent has overturned most of his expectations and won. I won, I really have it.

Shortly after the start of the match, limb length Ojisan stood back near the edge of the stage, as in the qualifiers. Like the qualifiers, I suppose they were going to drop it.

On the other hand, Kent narrowed his distance without asking. [M] Because of their disadvantages in terms of reach, they tried to fight in time and at their own distance. If you're near the edge, you can't go any further back.

Kent, who had come in time to make a fool of himself, grabbed Ojisan's back collar and threw him. But there, the Goddess's pranks were activated.

Remaining damaged in yesterday's qualifiers, Kent fell without moving his legs. [M] That's why I told you to keep it cool. Did I tell you? I think I did. I said it. I said it.

Kent suddenly became heavier, and Ojisan broke his balance, and Moro ate Kent's head thrust into the dove tail with a falling applause. Then both sides fell off-site. Kent, who accidentally fell on Ojisan, became the winner in judgment. The venue was wrapped in a mood of almost a mix of booming and laughing.

This would not have happened had Ojisan fought in the middle of the stage. Maybe you didn't want to take the damage to tomorrow's game. That's why I took the same tactic as yesterday to get rid of it lightly.

Well, no one can expect such a coincidence to happen. I don't think it's a manoeuvre mistake, Mr. Ojisan.

No, Kent isn't weak either. I beat them both in the qualifiers. It's just a common staff level. It's not enough to win a martial arts tournament like this... I don't know.

"Lucky."

Sarasa's words tell the whole story.

My opponent in the second round seems to be the Goddess of Victory.