"Oh, my God!ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　Ray walks up to the stadium stage as cheers echo around him.
　I spent time looking around the stadium, but it wasn't so interesting to watch alone, so I went back to the waiting room and spent time talking to no one.
　Fortunately, the other participants must have felt free to wait in the waiting room. Most of them were out of the waiting room, and it was fortunate for Ray that there were no more than a few participants who had glared at him with a murderous eye.
　That's how Ray spends his time, but eventually the game goes on, and he finally learns that his turn has been decided by a call from the management committee.
　The steering committee said it was nothing unusual, though they were bowing down to the faster-than-expected progress of the game.
　After all, it's an annual competition for the Bestian Empire. Participating players are also on fire, and the pace of the game inevitably increases.
　Furthermore, as a result of the legacy of the ancient magic civilization, if there was a slight breath, the injury would disappear if the players were to step down from the stage, and the players could carry out the game boldly.
　As a result, the game progressed much faster than Ray had expected, and thus Ray's appearance was on the stage.

'Here we are, here we are! It's time for crimson, the eye of this tournament's typhoon! We were excited by the wind-manipulating wizard Glass and the battle of Beeson, the great swordsman who destroys everything, but this battle is sure to be even more exciting! Look forward to it, everyone.'

　The excitement of the audience continues to rise with the encouraging voices of the actual situation.
　Listening to it, Ray turns to his opponent with a death size in his hand that he pulls out of the mistling before appearing here.
　Or perhaps he didn't sense Ray's attitude, but his voice began introducing his opponents at the right time.

"The name of the brave warrior fighting against crimson is Anacelle, a splendid two-sworded man with a curved sword in his hands, who made several opponents a blood festival in the preliminary round in a dance-like attractive fight. As you can see from the color of his skin, he is a race that is rarely seen around here. That's true, and this man is a true martial artist who is polishing his skills as he travels, so I can't wait to see how he will fight against crimson!"

　He must have confidence in his arm, as he said in reality. The man, who looks like he's in his thirties, holds a sword in his hand without any hesitation as he faces Ray.
　The sword is no stranger to Ray since he came to this world. It's a curved sword commonly called a sham seal or a curved swords.
　Furthermore, a man is an unfamiliar figure to Ray. He wears a turban around his head and does not even wear armor, perhaps because of his emphasis on mobility. They wear clothes that look reasonably defensive, but they are probably made with the highest priority of not interfering with their movements.
　At the same time, men are very different from the races we've seen before.
　Of course, Ray has seen a lot of people, including the color of his hair, that he has never seen in Japan. But what's right in front of him is a different kind of surprise to Ray.
　Dark skin is thinner than dark elves and has deeper features.
　Ray's perception seemed to be close to the so-called Middle Eastern race.
　In fact, Anacelle was a member of a special family called the Desert people, as Ray had imagined.
　However, the desert people themselves do not exist around the Westian Empire. Far away... that's the people of a country that's so far away that they have to travel for several years.

"Crimson? I've heard that your lord is strong. That power... Show me!"

　Anacelle holding a curved sword in both hands and shouting.
　Ray also takes a death-size stance as if to answer it.
　The referee, who had been watching them, would have decided that they were ready in due course. give a loud

"Let's get on with it said.
'Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　Cheers from the stands echo around the audience as soon as they are signaled to begin.
　Under the pressure of such cheers, Anacel first kicks the stage and closes her relationship with Ray.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　The two curved swords wielded with such cries.
　The way each attacks Ray as if he had a different will is a sword dance.
　a series of incessant slashes
　But... it's not the sound of cuts through flesh and cloth, or the sound of Ray's pain. It was simply the sound of metals colliding against each other.
　A series of metallic sounds echo around you like a crackling sound.
　While Anacelle is attacking with two swords, Ray is responding only to death size.
　However, it was handled using both the blade and the butt.

`Oh, my God!'

　He must have changed his way of breathing. Unlike before, the speed of the curved sword, which is wielded with a shrill voice, is increasing.

"I'll let you do whatever you want!"

　Ray had been watching the two-sword battle with a curved sword throughout his defense, but as Anacelle's movements changed, he began to act as well.
　Preventing a sword from being wielded is ultimately the same, but more aggressive... that is, preventing it is the same, but you go forward and strike a sword with a death size.

(If it matches the death size, that curved sword is also a magic item.)

　Ray muttering inwardly, feeling the shock coming back to his hand.
　Contrary to Ray, Anacelle's expression becomes more severe with each other.
　a flowing sword dance centered on the movement of a circle two curved swords that continue to wield without stopping for a moment
　But... I still can't get the blade to Ray's body at all.
　With even the feeling of being confronted by an invulnerable wall, both hands with curved swords that were striking against death-size began to feel numb.
　They are pounding death sizes weighing more than 100 kg. Moreover, Ray himself wields the weight without worrying about it at all, so no matter where the curved sword is aimed, there is always a death size.
　It was only natural that the hand holding the curved sword would feel numb if he kept hitting the death size.

"It's tough enough!"

　a flash of curved swords in one's hands spitting away Ray easily prevents the attacks, each of which is slightly timed.
　Seeing it, Anacel leaps back and forth on the spot as if nothing had been done. distance oneself from Ray

"There's no other name than crimson." I can't believe I can't attack you this far and even cause you a scratch. I was still confident in the speed and effort of the attack."
"Well, it certainly has the highest offensive power I've ever fought against."

　They talk to each other while watching the other person's gap.
　While communicating with him, he slightly raises or lowers the point of the curved sword, and Ray changes his position in order to respond to it.

"Are you top? It's a bit disappointing that you're not number one."
"I've been fighting against all kinds of opponents."

　However, the tension between us is increasing...
　The next moment, as if they had agreed, they burst forward.
　Anacelle's two curved swords cut Ray to pieces, drawing more speed, sharpness, and even more complex trajectories.
　Ray continues to use death-size techniques to ward off the two swords.
　...yes. Not playing, not preventing, not avoiding. I'm just reading the current of the sword‐pointing it's wielding. That's two swords, too.
　Until now, we would have dealt with them all together.
　It looks like it's defending itself by using a number of means at first glance.
　But the only way we're doing it now is to get rid of it.
　Repeating what is perhaps the most technically challenging part of the defense, simply using death-size alone, requires much more skill than looking at it from the sidelines.
　Because there is only one technology in use, the attacker can attack accordingly. But Ray continued to fend off, controlling his opponent not to do it.This is something Ray would never have done before.
　Instead of taking easy defensive actions, they dare to put themselves in shackles and continue to ignore them.

"Oh my gosh. Anacelle! It's a one-sided attack on that crimson! Attack, attack, attack, attack! You can only prevent crimson from continuing attacks that look like you're dancing!"

　Real-life voices echo around and the audience applauds Anacelle's dancing swordfight.
　It was the same with the nobles in the guest room.

"Oh, they say it's crimson, but after all, the rumor is a rumor. In fact, I only had this level of ability."
"It certainly only looks as if you are being pushed unilaterally. Or are they good at the wide range of magic shown on the Celemus Plain, but not at individual games?"
"Well, there's a possibility," Indeed, it is no use crying over spilt milk to destroy our army, but it was worth the Emperor's permission to join us because he showed us such weaknesses."

　Apart from the talking aristocrats, another aristocrat has a bitter expression on his face.

"Therefore he who does not understand the battle... certainly looks as if crimson is being cornered."
"Yes, I suppose it's Anacelle who's actually cornered." I think you'll understand it at once if you look at that expression."

　True to the words, Anacelle's face, as she continued to wield a curved sword at Ray, was not so severe as to think she had an advantage.
　No, it would be better to describe them as being cornered rather than harsh.
　From the outside, it is Anacelle who is attacking unilaterally, but it is Ray who is actually advantageous.
　It was of course Ray's behavior that brought about such a strange situation.
　Up until now, there have been places that rely on physical abilities while using technology, but this time, technology alone continues to ward off Anacelle's attacks.
　What's more, they're not just passing it off. Just before the weapon hits, it pushes the death size slightly, adding to the strain on Anacelle's wrist.
　Even with the burden of a single stroke, if countless sword strokes are delivered like a violent sword dance, the reaction will accelerate and accumulate damage to Anacel's arms... more accurately.
　Furthermore, since he has carried out such a series of attacks, it is natural that Anacelle is holding her breath while carrying out the attack.
　It's what we call the apnea movement.
　There's no way I can continue to act for such a long time in such a situation... well, it would be surprising to last this long.
　Still, the limit is reached.
　a sword dance that is flushed with difficulty in one's face
　For a moment... yes, I didn't miss the shortness of breath that slowed the movement of Anacelle's curved sword, and I got a death-size blow.

　It's roaring!

　Anacelle accepts the approaching death size with a cross-cutting sword.
　While they were playing each other in the center of the stage, Anacelle was blown away like a pebble and blown to the edge of the stage.
　Still, it's fair to say that it was as good as moving in an apnea state, receiving a death-size blow, twisting itself in the air even though it was blown away even more.
　I endured it. Such a moment of relaxation didn't make me realize that Ray had disappeared from my view.
　accordingly

"What!"

　When Anacel lands on the stage, regains her position, and tries to turn to Ray again, she is amazed by the small robe man who was in front of her.
　We're getting closer.
　I was struck by such a momentary pause... a death-size stonemate thrusts its tail and falls unconscious on the stage.

"That's it! This battle will be Ray's victory."