Chapter 182: 182 178 本番前に、冷静になれるかなれないか、それは経験の差

Tanaka Jiro-sama, it's time to get ready.

"Yes.

I continued to watch the game, and four games after that dominant match, the devil standing at the door knocked on the door to let me know it was time for me to go.

He, Carter Isperio, was sitting in a corner of the room with his eyes still and focused, and I slowly opened my eyelids and answered his voice.

You'll find yourself once again carrying Koki on your back and taking a firm step toward the exit.

Jiro-san.

The "Lord

"......

Suela called out my name, followed by Himik, and Memoria stared quietly at my back.

When I turn around, I see Kaido and the rest of the party lined up behind Suela and her friends.

Good luck.

On behalf of that member, Suela slowly sends me off like a prayer.

"Oh, I'm going to go.

Everyone looked nervous, even though they were not participants.

Where the initial festivities have disappeared, the temperature difference from the audience is quite large.

So, I simply answer with a simple, non-puffy answer, waving my hand behind my back and walking out of the room.

The demon stands back and forth, leading me to the players' aisle as an escort.

Maybe it's because of the scheduling to avoid contact between the players, or maybe it's because this is a dungeon, but the cheers don't reach this far, and you don't pass anyone, only the sound of your footsteps echoing quietly.

Please enter through this gate as soon as the previous game is over. If you are free, you can watch the game from this monitor.

No, it's okay, I just want to focus now.

"I'll get right to it.

I was led to an open space with doors like a hall.

Perhaps the end of this is connected to the coliseum.

There are various chairs beside the lighted passageway, probably because each race has its own body size difference.

A human-sized chair is provided by the demon guards, where you can sit and wait, and a monitor is provided next to you, but refrain from doing so.

It's hard to describe the feeling of being spoken to by a burly, sheep-faced demon in a respectful manner, but you don't want to think about anything else right now, so you sit in the chair provided and slowly close your eyelids again.

You think back to his sword flash.

You can't see the slaughtered beastmen, and you find yourself looking at the slaughtered beastmen.

You replace the slaughtered beastman's position with your own and try to simulate it over and over again, but the result is the same.

The image of yourself lying on the ground, limp and helpless, appears in your brain.

You want to challenge the game with the image of your victory, but it's not going to happen.

Time, huh?

That's right. Be prepared.

With that in mind, the atmosphere behind the door has changed.

The noisy atmosphere has become quiet.

Perhaps, the audience is waiting for the winner to appear, waiting for the candidate to emerge.

The atmosphere is like a tense balloon, the crowd is waiting for its emotions to explode.

It's fair to say that they have no expectations for me.

No, maybe they're waiting to yell at me, in a way.

From here on out, it's completely away from home, and there are only a few people who can be considered as allies, but it's a relief to think that they don't expect you.

I still have the luxury of thinking about such words.

Normally, the thought of such a thing would make me chuckle to myself, but the hot, deep, powerful heat I feel deep inside my body tightens my expression and keeps me in a constant state of tension.

The guard demon nodded to confirm that it was my turn to speak, and as I slowly stood up and stood in front of the door, the sheep-faced demon escorting me sent a telepathic message somewhere.

Then the door opens in front of you and you are presented with a view of a space that is far different from the corridor in front of you.

Your first step is a puzzling one, but your body steps forward with unexpectedly light steps into the hall.

You're here, human!

"Blink and you're blink and you're blink and you're blink!

It's out of place!

"Keep it down!

As I walk through the door, the audience recognizes me and yells at me, just as I imagined.

But those words fall on deaf ears, and I ignore them, taking a firm step toward the center.

It's a waste of time to pay attention to the noise.

After all, there's an ogre coming from the front with a loud roar of joy, the exact opposite of my yapping.

It's about ten meters between us.

We're naturally sandwiched between the judges.

Kizan Koyo.

Unlike Instructor Kio, the demon.

Dressed in black robe and holding nothing in his hand.

A steel body that stands over two meters tall, standing shoulder to shoulder with the instructor, a single horn towering over the gray body and its strong face.

The demon, with his white hair stretched to his waist and gathered carelessly behind his back, is slowly looking at you.

The instructor is a fiery presence, but the demon in front of you is the opposite, standing there quietly, but you can feel something thumping against you.

If the instructor is a moving presence, the demon in front of you is a static presence.

The referee is explaining something about the game.

The content is in your mind, but you can't distract yourself.

A demon that creates the illusion that a mountain has risen before you.

I was convinced that such a being would become a general.

The human.

Such an ogre is called upon.

Its tone was hard.

Just quiet and clerical.

"You don't stand a chance against me.

The demon was throwing words at me.

My body creaked as if I'd been hit in the gut.

I just said the words, and then my body screamed.

There is nothing conceited about what is right in front of me.

You were just stating a fact.

The words from such a superior being warns you that you should run away now.

But it would be a shame to leave without fighting you.

The instinct was to express rapture.

No such thing as a salutation to a fighting opponent.

I knew the warning of reason from the beginning.

I stand here knowingly.

I'm standing here knowing that I knew that.

A grin appears on my face and I gently grab the hilt of the mineral tree.

"I see.

The demon, whose determination and will to fight reached him, said in short words.

"Then you can try.

Only those words.

"Kaja.

Unleashed its power.

I think I was laughing when I saw the fighting spirit I had been holding back.

The judge's demon and others changed their complexion and flew away at once.

''Oh!　The higher the mountain, the more challenging it is to climb!

This pressure of temperament, definitely in the same realm of existence as the instructor.

I'm used to sitting there and taking on the challenge.

The only difference is that this is not training, this is real combat.

This isn't training, this is real combat.

You can't go easy on a high-level opponent.

I'll give it my all from the start.

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The connection to the mineral tree, a connection I wouldn't normally make, the roots growing from the hilt of the tree and entwining with my arm, creating a pathway of magic power.

Slowly but firmly, it is held at an upper level, and with each repetition of the breath, it builds up its magic power.

I'm already inferior to you, so from now on, there's no choice but to unleash the most desperate blow I can muster.

The air says we're ready for each other.

Perhaps sensing this, the referee senses this, and says in a distant but firm voice, "Hajime!

Hajime!

Dropped the curtain on this battle.

Huh!

I'm the first to go.

No, I have to go on the offensive.

If I get on the defensive, I'll be overwhelmed and unable to do anything.

We are so far apart in strength that we instinctively understand this.

If you do not attack, you cannot win.

It is a natural act in the world of competition.

If you are on the defensive, there will be no chance of victory.

You have to be on the defensive, without thinking about what might happen if this attack doesn't work.

"Kyeiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Just to the shortest, just to the fastest, just to the fullest.

With a shout, a flash of lightning comes down.

The fastest step, the fastest swing down.

That blow produced.

I've underestimated you for a moment." ......

"Koha.

It was a neatly placed counter to my belly.

A fist of steel was digging into my belly, and something surged into my mouth.

I can taste blood.

My organs are dead.

But I'm conscious.

My legs and my arms all feel connected.

Just a moment later, this ending.

The crowd had been cheering for Kizan not long ago, but now it's quiet.

I apologize for that blow, too. I'll pay tribute to that finely honed blow.

A streak of blood faintly hanging down the demon's cheek.

It left a scar on the skin of the demon that was thought to be harder than steel.

But the audience's gaze isn't on it.

The results that Kizan admires have been created behind the demon.

It was as if the earth had broken apart.

A blow that shook the barrier of the coliseum wall.

The entire hall fell silent at the devastation created by a single slash.

The blow that tore that giant body, the queen of the evoluators, from the inside of its belly, was the result of bringing it to the first move.

No need for two swords!

I put all the blows into this sword to make it Yun Yao's tathagata.

The result is that the demon no longer has to defend himself and chooses to evade and counter.

The pain consumes your entire body, especially the torso that was hit hard.

Your armor is shattered and you can feel some of the bones around your belly from your magically strengthened body.

The pain is clearing your consciousness, but it's also tormenting you with intense pain.

But you're still inexperienced. I'm proud to show you that you're ready to stand on this stage. Sink.

Slowly the adjusted fist is pulled out.

My body falls to the ground.

Everyone in the audience must have thought it was over.

It may have seemed like a great shot for a human, but I'm still human.

Everyone in the coliseum is breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn't much of a blow.

The demon in front of me thinks I'm going to end up falling.

But unfortunately, I'm not.

Not yet.

"What?

I'm a cynic, and I'm not honest enough to give up after this kind of predicament.

My body can still go all out.

My body aches with every audible breath, but it moves just fine.

Does your body work like that?

Unfortunately, that's the way I've been trained.

Refusing to fall to the ground to blow away the sighs of the crowd, you distort the demon's scaly face.

You put some life into your crumbling body and instead use your center of gravity to force your feet to step in, blood circulates in every blood vessel in your body, and every muscle fiber is mobilized to attack with all your might.

It was worth the effort to move with a creaking body.

I moved the iron masked demon's eyebrows as if seeing something inexplicable, if not a look of surprise that it didn't end with that blow like that bastard Carter had just delivered.

Rounding up from below and up.

The connection with the mineral tree continued, and a swing with a much sharper edge boasted enough of a threat to make the demon retreat.

It instilled caution in the opponent.

"It's not going to end yet.

Feeling these emotions vaguely, you quietly set up the mineral tree on the upper level again.

Even though your body is not perfect, you can still move with all your might.

The first blow that would have been your opponent's first and best chance to let his guard down in a corner of his mind, but even that chance was only a glimmer of light through the hole in the needle.

"Who goes down easily. I stood here to be chastised as stupid and foolish. Then I'm not going to give up on winning until the end.

Still, I stood here with the resolve to be called an idiot or an idiot.

If you stood here intending to lose, you would have refused to participate in this tournament in the first place.

Even if the odds are less than one tenth of a percent, you have a chance to win.

That's why I'm standing here and investing everything I have into it.

That's why.

If you want to crush me, go ahead and give it everything you've got!

As if to show my full resolve, I shout.

Even if my opponent only sees me as a barking puppy.

I'll stand with all my might to return the demon's gaze to this roadside stone.

We're not going to end up being licked.

No, I won't end it until we win.

Did he understand my resolve?

For the first time, Kizan takes a stance.

"...... I apologize for my rudeness. You're a warrior. I will respond to your resolve, your will to fight, and from now on I will use my full strength to sink your will with it. And now, human, my name is Kizan Koyo.

Jiro Tanaka. I'm not going to sink easily, and I'm not going to lose. You have to be prepared for that part, too.

Don't regret the spit you spit.

The spirit that had been slacking off grew even stronger.

It's so spirited that I can no longer believe that the air itself is coming to crush me.

This time it won't be as sweet as before.

It's coming with a fist that will crush me with all its might.

Before the storm, before the natural disaster, and yet when you're ready you'll know what you must do.

You hold the raised mineral tree and relax.

I'll show you what humans are capable of.

Word of the Day

Are you ready for it?　I am ready.

Take a good look at your eyes, human potential, my resolve!

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