Time flies when you play cards, starting with Bubba-pulling, then speed, and when you get used to it, you change disciplines from millionaire to millionaire or seven in a row, and the time flies by.
Outside the room is noisy and the crowd cheers.
Is it that time already?
That fun time goes by in the blink of an eye.
If you look out the window with cards in hand, you can see the players coming in.
The second round should be even more spectacular than the first round, that it should be. What do you think about that area, that Kitamiya?
...... Simply put, it's a battle between the victors, so it's more powerful than before, isn't it? Depending on the chemistry, though, it might be over in a flash.
They each put their cards on the table and move to the bleachers by the window.
The cards of the first game of the second round, they look familiar to each other, a lizardman, a candidate for chief, and the demon you saw in the next game are standing there.
Both have won the first round, and the battle is expected to be even more intense than before.
But despite the fact that I was facing such a battle, I watched the two men with a somehow cold gaze.
The match has begun, with a lizardman wielding a large spear with a large shield and an anomalous magic swordsman demon holding a sword in one hand and a staff in the other.
The battle between the two is a spectacular one, but it feels somehow unsatisfying, perhaps because it's after a fierce battle.
Or maybe it's something else, Kaido, Minami, and Amelia are watching the battle in contrast to me quietly.
"Oh, the lizardman won again.
Yes, but the devil was close, too.
The Lizardmen, who were less comfortable than before but who fought a more consistent battle by focusing on defense, won the battle.
Kaido, Amelia and the others, of course, are having a great time.
The way they fought, which we didn't have, will help us in our future dungeon strategies.
For me personally, the way I stand and use my magic, as well as what is reflected in me and what I can do about it, has been very helpful in many situations.
The following battle between giants and beastmen, as well as the next one, the fight with the hardness of Mushito's skin and the swordsmanship of the skeleton in fine armor.
The aerial battle of the harpy with feathered arms was finished off by a dark elf using a spirit in the form of a frog.
All of them are highly skilled, rewarding, and exciting for the fighter.
It's not only this room that is excited, the audience in the arena is also very excited.
......
And as the game progresses, I'm watching it calmly, and I'm getting more and more excited about it.
The coach told me to watch carefully, and I could see the walls to be crossed in the future to fight.
A half-excited, half-horrified feeling appeared at the sight of what we would see.
Next.
A few games later as the match was steadily digested and Carter finished off his opponent with another blink-and-you'll-miss-it match.
The next match, in which I was injured and the match was a no-go due to injury, was digested.
After the first round was over while I was being treated, Ryujin, a troubled kid who the supervisors wanted to make sure he was OK, finally showed up.
Although he's just walking leisurely, his appearance gives you an overwhelming hint of destruction that's different from the one you felt with Carter.
A one-eyed dragon man with a large scar on his right eye, leaving a scar on his scales.
Despite the huge visual disadvantage of a single eye, the figure is clad in an air of composure that makes you think it's not related to impatience.
As if that strength could be felt, his opponent's expression is not good.
"Kaido.
"What is it?
"What kind of fight did that dragon man have in the first round?
"There's no fight at ......
"What?
It wasn't a fight.... It was just one punch in the belly of a giant bigger than you and that was it! I just took care of it. It was like that.
Contrary to his opponent, a female warrior called Lamia, who has the lower body of a snake, the dragon man, Lando Basarte, looked bored and let out an ache.
The atmosphere was out of place, different from me as a human.
Unlike those who are proud to stand here and try to fight with pride, they have an outlaw-like appearance that doesn't give a d*mn about the status of the place, insisting that they just came here to fight.
Because of this, I checked with Kaido before the fight began to confirm the content of the first match, but as I expected from what I saw, that dragon man did not have a decent fight.
The supervisor described Basarte as a combat maniac.
Maybe that's why he wanted to fight the strong and was not interested in fighting the weak.
And his strength is comparable to that of the general.
You can tell that he is confident in his strength by the fact that he glanced at the lamia warrior while entering the room and seemed bored waiting for the match to begin, as if he sensed her strength.
The woman warrior, holding a spear in frustration at this attitude, is prepared to die.
......
The look on your face is familiar.
It's just the same expression I had on my face just now.
If I can't do anything and lose, I'll at least get revenge.
I could see that resolve on her face.
I'm sorry for her, but I'm afraid that's not possible.
Against Kizan, your pride and the temper of an ogre were in check, and you were able to take the win.
But against Vasarunte?
Quickly, I switched Lamia's position in my mind with mine and tried to find the odds.
He doesn't play because it's too much trouble and a waste of time, not because he's averse to tormenting them.
If he had a certain level of ability, he might have played with that dragon, but that lamia hasn't reached that line.
So, there was no playfulness, no hesitation, no killing intent.
Wow!
"Another blow
Handle your opponent.
Because I thought so, I did not miss Bassarte's move.
At the call of the judges, the lamia warrior crawls on the ground and approaches Basarte at high speed.
Her speed is not that of a snake undulating through the air, but rather that of a smooth, frictionless glide over the fastest and shortest distance.
I'm sure he didn't even feel the need to duck, but the spear point caught the spearhead and stopped the blow without piercing it.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of this new project.
It was as if a meteorite had been sent flying through the air and crashed into the ground, and the sound reached my ears.
Then Lamia, the victim of that crash, is blown sideways and buried in the wall as if gravity doesn't matter as she bends her long hulking body into an arched line.
After a few seconds of silence, Lamia, impaled on the coliseum wall, obeys gravity and throws her long body off the wall and onto the ground as a piece of the wall crumbles to the ground.
Kitamiya and Masaru shout and the referees rush over to check on her condition, but Lamia's warrior woman is white-eyed and clearly unconscious.
Victory is declared for Vasarunte, and the quiet space becomes noisy with cheers.
The winner, however, does not wave to the crowd, but instead shows his acumen and walks away, as if he is not even interested in having won.
"Oh, you're not looking at me, are you?
You're looking at it.
"We'll see, that is.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I stopped in the middle of the road and somehow looked at me.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make your life easier.
You'll be able to see them at this distance if their bodies are enhanced with magic crests.
So I don't think it's self-consciousness or a misunderstanding.
The only thing I saw was an unwilling look, something in her eyes as she looked at me.
And then Bassarte moved his index finger as if to say, "Come here.
The crowd began to buzz as if it was some kind of performance, but then Bassarte left the hall without incident.
A provocation, huh?
"It looked that way, didn't it?
"Finally?
Yes, Jiro, did you do something?
"It's not my fault.
I'm not sure if she took Basarte's actions as a provocation or not, as I did, and she wanted to make sure I didn't do anything wrong.
But I don't have any idea what she's doing.
Jiro-san seems to be getting caught up in all kinds of trouble lately, so I thought you might have done something to him too.
"Hey, guys, don't talk like I like being involved in a ruckus. I stick my nose in it once in a while, but I've never met that guy before.
I'm acquainted with the demon yakuza and the gentleman skull, but I don't know many dragon men.
And as far as I remember, I'm sure I've never met such a scarred dragon man.
...... Maybe you've busted your distant relative's dragon man?
I wish Jiro-san would weigh in a little more on jumping into the fray.
I think back to my past battles with the dragon man, but the more I dig, the more possibilities come to light, and I can't help but imagine the story to the point where it's no longer a difficult one to tell.
...... I'm trying to do the right thing, though.
Every politician, that is, is loved by the gods of turmoil, that is, and will be involved in turmoil in the future, that is. It's just a story, that it is.
You're lumping me in with all the other riot grrrl types, aren't you?
"Isn't it?
No, I'd like to say, my wishful thinking.
Whenever I get involved in a disturbance, I have my reasons, but I can only respond to Suela's caution with a wry smile, saying I'll be careful or do good.
You can't use the word "never" in this company where anything can happen.
I'm going to join you in wishing for the sake of your baby.
The "God of Disturbance", could you pay him off?
But I can't say I'll do anything about it when I think about my child who will be born in the future.
You have to avoid what can be avoided, even if it is not absolutely necessary.
In that case, do you want to stay in this room for now and ignore the provocation?
I felt like something was about to happen when I got out of the room, so I just watched the competition go on quietly.