185 Tournament 4 (1/2)

First of all, the first part of the group of non-commissioned officers began.

The tournament seemed to be a winning match, and it seemed to have started everywhere due to the large number of participants. The referee seemed to have several systems around him.

Everyone seems to be fighting hard with all the moves, weapons and skills they can take seriously, screaming when they win a battle, and screaming when they lose. The voices of the women and male servants who supported it were mixed up, and the whole venue was very pleasant... and lively.

I picked up Lolo, who was about to go to bed rounded as usual, at my feet and put him on my lap.

”Hmm?

”Fufufu, I'm warm, right?

Yes, that's right. They're totally finding out.

Lolo was so fluffy, warm and happy just to get on his lap. It is also comfortable to put on a fluffy hairline that squeaks your throat. Moreover, when I touched him directly, the scenes and voices that I was seeing and hearing were much more sensitive than people, so it was much more fun than just watching from here. You can see it well enough to use psychological warfare and fine skills.

Apparently there are some minor injuries, but there aren't many seriously injured.

Besides, I made more potions of scratch medicine than usual at the request of the infirmary for this day in advance, so it seemed that I could only handle the potions by the members of the infirmary.

Recently, I was starting to make a sufficiently powerful potion because I didn't have to be in a position or weaken my skills as I was at the Garland Hospital. I'm proud of the relentless intensity that I've never had before. As a result, it seemed to have healed in an instant when I looked at any injury. All right, all right.

In fact, the organizers of this tournament, the usual members, were withdrawing my magic to disable the ability to ”fool people” for one day only.

Because unlike what I initially imagined when I heard about the tournament, the way I fought in this tournament was more practical and not just swordsmanship.

In other words, you can use all the skills you have.

Because of the assumption that everything must be won and survived in the event of a battle, it seems that the Farglow army shares the idea of winning with any hand.

For this reason, it was quite enjoyable to see flickers and various kinds of magic everywhere, from people who not only attacked directly with weapons, but also blindfolded, fired, manipulated water, and produced small lightning.

Some people use magic to speed themselves up. Pretty soon. Won't you get muscle aches later?

Some people have secret skills, I think. If the opponent loses sight of himself right away, he seems to be able to fight very favorably. And people who literally ”confuse”. Well, this would be unequal if some of my skills were disabled.

Most people fight with swords, but in some cases it's like a hammer, a flying tool, or bare hands. Since each magic is entangled in it, I am not tired of seeing it as if it were some sort of Fae Fighting Victory Battle.

And in the meantime, the fast forward... what a priest.

”Phew ~ fufufu. I won't chew you up ~”

What a laugh, any attack sparkled, bare hands almost hit the other party's critical spot, surely sinking the motion was a very old man. I wonder what the hell is going on with the whole body of armor being knocked down?

I thought it was strong for a long time, but I didn't think it was so strong...

I finally won the first part of the victory.

The soldiers, who had lost to the seemingly weak elderly members of the public, stared at the priest in a bewilderment. I wonder if this will crush the fame of the Farglow army. You all right? You all right?

”The first part is Austin. That's right. This is going to be fun.”

However, there was one person next to him who was quietly burning his fighting spirit, even though he was groaning, regardless of the face of such subordinates.

”I hope it doesn't hurt my body. It's a little far away. I don't know.”