Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

'Ladies and gentlemen, young and old. Thank you for waiting. I did it again this year, Martial Arts Festival. Since this year, the specifications of the competition have changed and the magic is unlocked. As a result, we have gathered a large number of participants that we have not had before. As a result, this tournament was for men only, but I would like to expect a fancy battle. Today, starting with the qualifying round, the winning facades will be decided tomorrow at this venue to combine the drawback tournament. The day after tomorrow is finally the beginning of the main battle. Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The arena is full of hot air. The size of the Tokyo Dome is likely to be the same, and the audience is full. They seem to be taking their feet from various regions, both domestic and international. And there are about four square playing fields built to look down on.

The qualifiers are one to two, four x four repetitions and a total of thirty-two are elected to the main match. One-on-one tournament match from there. Because of that, it looks like that brave man will fight off the qualifying round without a seed. I've been working on it somewhere down there, though.

If you have to look at the contestants gathering over the game field, the late twenties are the main thing. As far as I can see, Miss Shania doesn't seem to have the noisy face she was talking about. Still, the identification teacher will be asked to put out the alarm and repeat the evaluation. There doesn't seem to be one in my group that seems visible and high-level, even in senior positions. Instead of working with Mr. Eleanor, he seems inferior to Mr. Rovell and Mr. Teena. Skill structure is also blurry.

However, it is not necessarily that the identification teacher is not wearing a disguise that cannot be discerned, so I will expand my spatial grasp with unnoticed twitching. That's an unintentional countermeasure.

Still, it explains. It's a long story about a great guy. Wow. Everywhere is common.

Yeah, yeah, Yatsufusa was OK to bring into the room. They say nobles also bring in pets and so on, and the fees are not a problem with anything that would be an increment. Eleanor and Teena also seemed to knock down on Yatsufusa's adorability, the beginning and end of being stroked too hard to escape. At this rate, I was reassured that even the Mansion would accept it.

And one thing I found out from Yatsufusa's skills. That that kid's reading is like a one-way story from Yatsufusa. Sounds like you're sending an image and judging that the recipient is saying something like this. It's a rough story, but as far as I can verify at the moment, this would be it.

In the first place, she doesn't understand the language of the other world, so she doesn't understand the language even if she talks to anyone but me. On second thought, it's a hell of a thing at a time when I understand Japanese. That's why I told him to be careful with the Japanese speakers other than me. I know the future is a delicacy I'm looking forward to, but now I'm still like a chick. The next time I tell you to go hunting with me, you're the one who got excited and roughed up again.

"The winner will receive this set of gear. It's a set of swords, shields, armor covering your entire body, but what a national treasure rarity everything is! It is a delicacy discovered and dedicated by the difficult dungeon" Arc Season ". I want all participants to do their best to win."

Whoa. Looks like the long story was over. If you look up, the set of equipment contained on a pedestal built exclusively reflects the light of day and brilliant blue dazzles your eyes. What kind of performance is that?

O Letsay's Sword

Quality: National Treasure Enclosure Magic: 109/118

Granted: 'Sharpen', 'Curse' (under cover)

A magical sword of spiritual silver with the power of light. Granted with increased sharpness, it is highly capable of attacking demons in conjunction with Tianwei. Equipping in conjunction with armor seems to enhance each other's abilities.

It is also granted a curse of subordination that uses the magic of the sword. (Covering up)

Heavenly Grace: [Holy]

Uhao K. 's Armor

Quality: National Treasure Enclosure Magic: 117/125

Granted: 'Hardened', 'Cursed' (under cover)

Magic armor of reinforced demon steel with dark powers. Continuous combat capability is expected to be improved with the grant of heaven and hardness to regenerate the equipped [with the power of darkness] (under cover). Equipped in conjunction with a sword, it feels like light and darkness go hand in hand and looks strongest.

It is also granted a curse of subordination that utilizes the magic of armor. (Covering up)

Tianwei: [Dark] (disguised as [Playing])

Ba Chicoy's Shield

Quality: National Treasure Enclosure Magic: 101/130

Grant: 'Adjustment'

Reinforced demon steel shield with medium power to adjust and use conflicting forces.

Enclosed magic can also be used to disguise and conceal objects. (Covering up)

Tianye: [Medium] [Disguise] [Cover-up] (Cover-up in progress)

Ha-ha-ha, it's thorough, no more!

Assuming I win, I'll slap him in two on the spot. After all, it is up to the upper echelons of this country to recognise that they are enemies. I know what you're hoping for is a championship of the brave, but this is terrible.

If I didn't have the ability of an identification teacher, I might have let my eyes shine like the people around me. Other than me, I can see lots of things like spitting and snorting and getting excited. It's just that I don't get excited at all because I'm looking inside out and I'm going to be able to make something better one of these days. So let's be on the lookout around to see if any of the guys are making strange moves to double-check their scores in preparation for the start.

"The Duke will now declare his initiation."

When the man of the announcement says so, the hustle and bustle of the venue heals perfectly. At the end of everyone's gaze, I saw a child with a crown on his little body. A short, cut blonde, girly, shadowy boy king rising from a seat reserved for the king. Is that Miss Shania's brother?

"It is Artisina Tycoon, King of the Principality of Tycoon. I am delighted to be able to hold this militant festival as a country this year. This time, the ban on magic skills has been lifted and various attempts are packed. I want all contestants to make their strength known to the world with a full body spirit. I hope for the rest. There will also be an opportunity for the late minister, who has also been represented by the Knights and others. Then I declare to hold a festival of militancy more than this'

Clear young voices echo across the venue from loudspeaker-like magic props. I felt myself talking word for word instead of feeling read as a nine-year-old. Maybe the future is a delicacy to look forward to.

At the same time, the audience will hear a loud cheer as we finish the conversation. While everyone boiled down to it, I was browsing the Duke's data out of curiosity by activating the identification teacher, though in the distance.

Name: Articina Tycoon Gender: Male Age: 9 Race: Pu

Class: King LV10 Status: Curse

Title: [Lonely Duke]

[Skills]

Inspirational Lv1 Holy Magic Lv1 Charisma

[Unique Skills]

Wang Jiansheng!

"King's Tablet Raw." "Good Morning."

Unique skills to generate special keys. There are doors that can only be opened with the keys generated by this.

When I first saw it, I doubted my eyes, but was it the Duke's class? And is it another curse? How much do you like it, curse? What's so different about curses and curses in the first place? I wonder if the relationship between the Duke and the Chancellor and other ministers has worked out well, although there are lots of things going on. I don't think I'd get that title if I didn't. Whoa, is it time to start?

"There are currently about twenty first set of contestants divided into each playing field. The Battle Royal will begin with the signal to begin, and the two men who stood there will proceed to the main battle, but please note here. Be careful you don't put up a protective junction in qualifying. Bye. '

Tension runs on all the contestants lined up on the game field in the wake of word butts. I also prepared a male manic acid stick in a return mould.

"Tycoon fight wow, ladyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!

It's the time of the Gramada festival and the signal! Or that announcement, you look just like the person you were then. Are you a brother or something?

Zoku

A nasty hunch rushes up the spine and reflexively succumbs to the spot. There's a spear tip sticking into the place where my head was torso earlier. Blink, you're a terrible enemy.

In the sense of restraint and interception, he releases the ice bomb Isicle Blitz to the spear in front of him for four more rounds. It's hard to tell when I let it go.

It's coming from both sides of me at the same time now, so I don't have time to stand in front.

You think you can do anything if you push it off all at once? You'll find out, sweet, sweet, sweeter than a marzipan full of sugar.

Turn behind your left opponent as if gliding through the low altitude from a bent position. The opponent from the right hand moves at an endless rate, but you can open your eyes to me. Hit the yakuza kick on the back of the one on your left. Let's have a run-de-boo on the one on your right. The tighter the foot shape on the back of the armor, the more thoughtfully I kicked him, the more the two rolled to intertwine. You're hugging each other enough to get in. Ask him to leave the front by visiting a male manic acid stick to the head in case of a chase.

Earlier spears... Oh, you hit all the bullets and squatted on the spot. Let's do something about it. It's okay, though. This one also had me collapsed after visiting Gatsun and Poke.

Other than around me, the crushing continued and the number was decreasing.

He sneaks in from behind and feeds on the unintended. It's not cowardice. It's an operation. It's an operation.

Kick your chin up with your legs. One, two, one, two. Don't rest. Do it. Don't fall like it's funny if you decide to pay for your feet, one of the martial arts of a two-handed stick, from behind. Sometimes they try not to give a presence just because they combine concealment and illusion.

Gosung

If you strike down the shaken male manic acid stick, and you realize it, a large adult is rolling in the gobble all the time saying dead bodies. Now the rest of it... I heard a humming wind cut on the arrow tip that I thought it was. The spatial grasp captures flying objects and beats them off with male manic acid sticks. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, The flying object was an arrow, and as I followed its trajectory, a small man wrapped around his head something like a turban and hid the bottom half of his face with a scarf-like cloth staring sharply at this one. He has a small bow in his hand and stands with an arrow so that he can shoot at any time.

"Game three, that's it because we've got two left."

Whoa, our venue. Is that it? Did you let them go after you found out that their array was over? Oh, man, it's not going to be a glimmer.