84 Chapter 5-7 The Power of the Bandit King

Today is the first day of the election, the day of the personal battle.

Today's personal game runs until the semifinals.

I woke up early this morning, exercising lightly with the Shilowmals in the garden, and spending the spare morning sweating and eating breakfast properly, but I was pretty excited inside.

I've been through quite a few interpersonal fights so far, but none of them felt like training or killing each other, like testing my powers and moves.

So I'm starting to feel like the real race for this tournament is like a debut in me... I really don't know now...

If I had thought about such a weird thing, my heart would have beaten faster at some point.

I hear the excitement earlier has turned into tension.

I take a few deep breaths to relieve tension and let my body spill oxygen.

"All right, let's go!

I was a little tempered and headed to the venue.

It's still early to start the game, but the main contestants are told to come to the venue early because there will be a description of the prize money.

Today's flow should include confirming prizes and rules at the venue, showing the face of the main contestants to the audience, drawing lots for individual matches, and starting individual matches.

Up to four games today. That is, World War I, World War II, World War III, semi-finals.

If you win today, you'll be in the final game on the last day of the tournament. There have been no victories at the age of fifteen in the past. They say the youngest record is Mr. Din's nineteenth year old.

By the way, Mr. Din has had ten winning experiences in this tournament in the past. It's the best five straight wins, but only two losses in the individual games of the tournament. Only the 17-year-old second-game loss and the 18-year-old semi-final loss of his first participation, each of whom was said to have been the head of the winning candidate at the time.

Most importantly, that opponent has also used up his powers in the battle against Mr. Din, losing both in the next game.

So he was Dantoz's winning candidate when he first won.

The top five winners in a row are due to matching appearances in the King's (then Crown Prince's) escort, etc.

I seem to be said to be a disciple of such a person, if I may say so from around me.

As I approach the venue from earlier, I can hear the whispers of the people standing in line waiting to buy their general seats.

It's the first ear, but it's true that Mr. Din taught me a lot, so when it comes to disciples, I guess he's a disciple.

Several people were already here when I walked into the hallway of the venue and looked disgusted when I saw my face.

They must be the ones who heard the rumors they were talking about outside earlier. Some of them look horny, but that sounds like a pair of participants.

The Bandit King also stood against the wall among those who had been there earlier, but there was no response as to whether he was asleep or not.

As I sat in the corner of the room avoiding my gaze, the more I lost it, the more facial acquaintances came one after another.

"Whoa! I wanted to be there, I heard you, Tenma. You're a Black Lion apprentice!

"It's sloppy... the Black Lion is our longing"

The first person I've spoken to is Jin, and the next person I've spoken to is Galat. Behind it are also Menace and Leena.

"Black Lion" is Mr. Din's alias. Everything was dressed in black armor when I was younger, and equipped with a black sword and a black shield, so you think that's what they still call me when my gear changed?

Talking to them, Agri came next. Some youths are unfamiliar next to it.

"Morning, Tenma. Long time no see. I managed to come to the main election, too. And then I'll introduce you. This is my grandson, Ricky."

"Follow me... well no. It's Ricky Monakart. I've heard rumors of tenma. Say hello."

Ricky says he's a young man who feels like a good brother and he's 20 years old, and he's a solo adventurer as a swordsman, not a Tamer.

Shaking hands with Ricky, now the Marquis of Sammons showed up.

"Hey, Lord Tenma. Happy new record."

I'll shake hands at the same time as I celebrate repainting my youngest record.

The appearance of the Marquis of Sammons increased the stiffness in the room.

If you think about it, this place where I'm at now has the attention of the tournament.

First of all, I was the youngest to qualify for personal and team battles, and Mr. Din's apprentice is the highlight.

Next, the Dawn Sword, Jin, has not won the top prize yet, but he has been in the main race for the past few years and is said to be a leading player. And also as a team, he competed in the main race last year, this year, and member Garratt is also in the main race in individual matches.

And Agri is now the oldest athlete in the tournament, and he has been in the tournament in the past and has performed well on several occasions.

Finally, Marquis Sammons, it is no exaggeration to say that this man is the greatest cause. Whatever, Marquis (...). It is not uncommon for nobles to compete, but it is uncommon for the Marquis class to compete. And naturally, he's a better man than anyone else in this room. Normally I don't get to see the Marquis up close.

Asking the Marquis about it subtly...

"Well, in the past, royalty has also appeared... when the present king was young..."

That's what happened. By the way, it was the team game that competed at that time, and to the members of the King, he said he was Mr. Cliff to his father and mother, Mr. Din, and what a winner he was.

But he thinks the king didn't do much for him, and he still says what happened then was, 'I got him into a winnable member' and 'I just pulled my side's leg'.

But he's knocking one of his opponent's teams out in the finals, so that's just how the King seems to feel.

Well, even if we leave such a special exception aside, it's rare for a family of top nobles to appear, like Primera, so the fact that the Marquis himself appeared is too much to raise the profile of where I am.

And it seems natural that some of them are making us hate ourselves for being too conspicuous.

There are signs of near-killing from earlier. I'm not pointing my kill at the boulder at the Marquis, but it's either out. But since the Marquis himself doesn't care as much, he also reserves the cavaliers of the escort and members just to be more vigilant.

He then seemed ready and was called by an attendant to move to the arena.

So he was told the king's thankful story, just like the first day, and only the participants in the personal battle were left to start the draw.

This time, however, there are few contestants for three, so the opponents of the bills that were not drawn will be the seeds.

The order of the lottery was the order I came to the venue, and I was 10th.

The Bandit King was the best, pulling 23 bills.

As the raffle proceeded faintly, a great deal of cheer arose for the players in my previous order. Apparently the last winner.

The last time the winner's man pulled a bill was ten.

When it's my turn to pull the bill, the number is one. Due to this, we will hit the semifinals with the last winner, and the Bandit King will no longer hit the finals.

My next move is Jin. The bill pulled by Jin is 32.

The next thing I know, I'm Galat, but the moment I pulled it off, I looked very nasty.

Twenty-four bills are held in Galat's hand. I mean, the opponent of World War I is the Bandit King.

The order proceeded as it was, and the seed rights were decided when the last 29th man was pulled over.

The bills that were not pulled were: 9, 21, 31. In other words, Jin, his last winner and one of the others were chosen as seeds.

When the names of all individual participants in the battle were written on the tournament table, a fact was found.

"Wow, that's so biased..."

"Oh, most of the guys who played at the last tournament pulled a young number..."

There are 12 people, including Jin, who played in the last tournament and are still in this tournament, but 11 people, excluding Jin, are hardened by me.

Except for me and the 9 frame, this one has 14 people. Eleven of them were the last genuine contestants, and the other three are also experienced in the main contest, Ali.

Naturally, among the last contestants, there are winners, semi-finalists, and third-place winners. I will be the semi-finalist in Game One, third-place winner in Game Three (scheduled), and winner in the semi-finals (scheduled).

On the other hand, most of them are first-time contestants. Those who have been prominent since before the Games are about Jin and the Bandit King. And those two won't face each other until the semifinals.

"We need to get to the semifinals. There's not a lot of guys."

When Jin says so, he's in a small gutsy pose. Galat, on the other hand, was dropping his shoulders and sighing.

"It's him (Bandit King) more than the first round... he's one of the two most unwilling to win this tournament..."

The other one in Galat's "Who I Don't Want to Hit" seems to be about me.

Garratt said, 'I didn't like the only one who didn't know what kind of carbide I was good at and what kind of carbide I was good at.

In the meantime, I decided to lock my head and punish Garratt for calling me a monster. It was before the game, so I left it at ease, but Garratt was sore with thin tears in his eyes.

Playing like that, the attendant called me to tell me my game was about to start.

I forgot, but my pulled bill is' 1 '. I mean, there was a game first.

The matches take place in two simultaneous games, with 32 frames divided into 16 groups of A and B. They start playing the matches from the younger of the number of each bill.

In the meantime, get 'Xiao Wumaru' out of the bag and up to the arena.

There was already an opponent man waiting there.

The man's name is Ash Bogman. He was the semi-finalist at the last tournament and won seed rights to the main game.

He is 24 years old and has no experience of winning, but has advanced to the main race four times and has also won third place in the last tournament.

He said he was in the mood this year because the last time he was a semi-finalist.

The way to fight is, 'There's no flashness, but there's no hole in it in particular. However, they all come together at a high level', and they are popular athletes equipped with swords on their right hand and smaller shields on their left hand... mainly from women.

I can imagine from the fact that he is very popular with women, but he is handsome.

She has shorter silver hair, blue eyes and is about 180cm tall, and has a good personality.

From what I've heard, it seems to be more popular than the last winner... most of all, it also seems to have something to do with the winner's poor character regarding it...

Since such a figure has appeared, yellow cheers are boiling from all over there from the audience.

I'm glad no curse came over me from his female fans, but honestly, it's hard to tell.

The referee doesn't seem to be going to quiet his cheers, and he's checking the rules with me and Ash.

"That was a tense, nice to meet you. I'm not going to insult you because you're a child. Let me do everything I can from the start."

Ash has offered his right hand when he declares so.

"Yeah, this is the one I'm gonna do everything I can to get you there."

That's what I answered, and I shook Ash's hand.

The referee waits for us to let go, then instructs us to take each other, raise our right hand...

"Game one of the main matches, Tenma vs. Ash Bogman. Let the game begin!"

I gave the signal to start as I swung it down.

I took the lead. Faster than Ash leaves the front, I pack the little squirrels out of my sheath while they are slaughtered by the live-in procedure.

Ash had slightly delayed his response, but at the critical point he was trying to prevent it with a shield on his left hand and attack it with a sword, but it seemed to be stronger than my blow had ever thought, causing his posture to collapse slightly, a blow that he wielded only with the force of his arm.

Against that blow, I shielded myself from it, and once I got my distance.

Only less than five seconds in between. The audience's thoughts did not follow each other in the meagre amount of time, and the venue was quiet.

Where Ash and I made an intermission and stopped moving a little, the audience's thoughts finally caught up and the venue turned into a crucible of excitement.

We move audience cheers to signal and pack each other's minds.

The slashing began again, the moment the audience thought so, Ash stuck his left hand forward.

"Light!"

Ash's magic occurs in my eyes. Magic itself is a 'light' of light magic that falls into the easiest category.

This is just magic that lights up the light, but it's just the easiest category and instead of not being aggressive, it takes a very short time to activate and consumes less magic.

Ash glances at 'Light' and now waves a hipster blow at me.

But I wasn't there before I waved the sword, and Ash's body blew to the side the moment I waved it off.

He was Ash, who managed to regain his posture while rolling, but he didn't seem to understand what had happened.

At the end of Ash's gaze is me standing with my hips down in a half-body position.

Ash tried to get up in a hurry, but that's when he seemed to run quite a bit of pain on his left side, kneeling with his face up. And keep it up......

"Surrender..."

I raised my right hand and declared it to the referee. The venue became quiet to Ash's declaration of surrender, and the referee came between me and Ash and pointed at me.

"Winner, Tenma!

When the voice of the referee echoed the venue, the audience began to flaunt me with great cheer and applause.

Some of the audience seemed to see what I had done, and others were reproducing my movements with those around them with excitement.

Ash was taken to the emergency room after shaking hands with me while borrowing his shoulders from the ambulance.

"Ooh, Tenma. Oh, my goodness."

Gin and Garratt greeted me on my way back from the arena to the modem.

"Thanks...... I mean, that's a pretty apt way to put it"

When I said that, Jin was smiling face to face with Garratt.

"I knew you'd win, so you could do this"

"I knew they were strong too, but you'd think Tenma was up there."

That's what happened.

"By the way, what attack did you blow him with?

It seemed difficult to see my movements from Jin's position, and I heard them with my neck clenched.

"It's just that I dived under Ash's left arm. From Ash, it was getting harder to see with my arms, and I guess the magical effects of the lights only made me harder to see for a moment. After I avoided it, I just fed my elbow iron to Ash's flank... maybe a couple of ribs are broken. Then there could have been damage to the lungs and the heart as well."

To my words, Jin and the others found out that more damage than they thought had gone into Ash and sympathized with Ash.

"Egetsu hey..."

"As it were, well, Ash was serious about Tenma too, so maybe that's all he had to do..."

The game goes on while we talk. With my game over early, Group A is moving on to the next game, but Group B is still having its first game.

Until they have their own game, the main contestants are free to hang out in their pantry and watch the matches of the players they're watching.

I also split up with the Jins and went back to my desk, but for some reason the Jins followed me.

"Go back to your room."

When I say that,

"We have a Galat game coming up, let's back it up together!

and Jin said,

"Anyway, you're looking for the Bandit King..."

and Garratt shrugged.

Eventually, Jin and the others were going to be sitting in my desk, telling the attendant they were in my desk, and telling them to come here to let me know when it came time.

Apparently, it wasn't against the rules to come and go to each other's desks when someone I knew advanced to the main election, and the attendant had also accepted.

If you're killing time by having an exchange of views as it is, the news has come that the Garratt game is about to start.

Garratt started moving his body with a tense face or preparing his weapon.

About fifteen minutes after the news arrived, Galat was called, and we decided to follow him to the critical point.

Where Galat went up to the arena, Jin spoke to me.

"Hey, which one do you think is in your favor?

"Bandit King at 8-2."

Jin laughs lightly at my words...

"Tough... I'm 6-4 and I'm the Bandit King"

"Jin also thinks the Bandit King is in his favor..."

Jin went on to say more to my frightened voice.

"It's a story if we do it properly. Probably, but I think the Bandit King is a young guy. I saw him several times around the city, but there was something a little childish about his behavior. So if Galat can bring it to his own pace, Galat might be advantageous at 6-4 with a difference in experience... most of all, even a young guy like you is out of standard..."

That's what Jin said, staring at Garratt with serious eyes.

Galat is facing the Bandit King without any particular feeling.

The Bandit King can't read his expression because he's covering his face with tiger fur, but he never shows a bare gesture like he's alarmed.

"Game ten, Amur vs. Garratt. Let the game begin!"

The referee signaled the game and stepped back.

For the first time in my life, I knew the name of the Bandit King was Amur. Most likely a fake name...

The Bandit King's weapon is a large axe called the Valdish, a weapon that, when combined with the length of the pattern and the part of the blade, is likely to be nearly 2m.

One galat is a one-handed sword duplicity. I usually use something a little smaller, but this time I use something a little bigger.

Against the Bandit King, who comes packing the difference with Jiriziri, Galat has taken a light step and is only down behind for the minute packed by the Bandit King.

The Bandit King occasionally tries to use a feint to pack his distance from Galat, but Galat calmly identifies and addresses all of it.

As the distance between Galat and the end of the arena gradually disappeared, Galat began to move sideways this time.

The Bandit King has packed the distance at great speeds all the time here.

But as Galat suddenly ran from lateral movement towards the Bandit King, the Bandit King rushed to try to intercept Galat by waving his weapon.

But when Garratt avoided that blow in a skillful move, he turned behind the Bandit King.

The Bandit King seemed to move linearly fast but not good at small turns, causing Garratt to take a series of hits on his back.

Galat was slaughtered in a row without loosening his hand against the Bandit King, who could step on his feet like no other.

While the Bandit King is in insufficient shape, he prevents Garat from attacking with an axe, but several rounds have been taken by his body.

The Galat attack continues. The Bandit King has been pushed to the edge of the arena by the momentum.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Garratt's gonna do it! You're totally holding the Bandit King guy in!

Jin is pretty excited to see Galat's offense. The audience seems to be as excited as Jin, and I have heard voices from earlier supporting Galat.

A bandit king's blow struck Galat as Galat waved his sword toward the bandit king as if to respond to that cheer.

"Grr!"

Although Galat barely prevented the Bandit King's blow by crossing his sword, Galat's body was bounced nearly 20 m behind him.

It was Galat who managed to land safely, but one sword was bent and the other was also lacking in body.

"Shit! You idiot!

Galat offends the Bandit King, but in the meantime, the Bandit King is making a run for Galat.

The moment the Bandit King waved his axe, Galat threw a broken sword across the face of the Bandit King.

I think it's a good hand. If things fly in front of your face, you should mostly react to avoid them or slap them off, and that should be the big gap... if they were just normal people, I'm talking about...

The bandit king knocked his axe on Garat while eating the sword thrown at his head, without applying it to a normal human being.

Garratt thought the Bandit King would show some sort of gap, but it was in the form of a guess coming off and showing the gap the other way around.

"Guuuuuu"

It seems to have been possible to mitigate some damage by preventing the beaten axe with a sword that remained aggressive, but the axe's momentum was blown off without killing it, and it was slammed straight to the ground.

Galat's body rolled nearly 20 m after several jumps and finally stopped moving.

Seeing it, the Bandit King looked back at the referee and demanded the end of the game.

The referee was also trying to give him one hand to end the game, but he looked at Garratt and stopped his arm and lowered it on the way.

When the Bandit King followed the gaze of the referee in surprise, there was the appearance of a galat rising up with a yowl.

Galat walked out to the Bandit King with a broken sword, almost like his consciousness was flying.

Seeing such a galat, the Bandit King approached Galat at the same time as the referee spoke of the continuation of the game, slamming Galat on the sideburn at the back of the axe.

Galat rolling again. The audience and referees who watched it, even the Bandit King, felt it was over, but contrary, Galat stood up again.

Now the time between getting up was shorter than earlier, so there was no referee's voice.

A bandit king noticed it approached Galat and is about to roll out a poke at the tip of the axe blade.

Galat doesn't show any kind of response to the Bandit King's movements. The spectators who have thought of the tragedy that would ensue are screaming and covering their eyes and deviating.

Jin was also about to jump out and stop the Bandit King, but he's not going to make it.

I jumped out with Jin too, but it's not enough seconds for me to say I'm quicker than Jin because the place where Galat stands is a little further away from where we were.

"Shit! We can't make it!"

The Bandit King's blow reached Galat faster than we could stop, and the Bandit King was lifting Galat's body trying to poke him with the tip of his axe.