616 Episode 0616



Avoid the battleax that passes in front of you with plenty of leeway.
 Confirming that the Battleax has passed, he goes forward and wields his long sword.
 The long sword, wielded at the right hand holding the Battleax, was received by the handle of the Battleax, and at the same time blown away by its forceful movement.

"d*mn it! Stupid strength!"

 His opponent opens his mouth with a similar abominable face to Rodos, who spits it out like that.

"What's wrong with you?" The blow seems to have worked at all."

 Rodos, who wields battleaxes as if to show off his power, smiles and retorts his words, as if he had erased his previous abominable expression.

"I'm afraid the guy I've been practicing with was even more powerful. You can get used to it even if you don't like it."
"Oh, you've made such a nuisance of me. Oh, here we go!"

 A man who screams as if to inspire himself and keeps his distance from Rodos.
 The approach of a muscular man well over 2m tall gives the impression that a wall is approaching.
 Perhaps because Rodos himself was not that tall, many spectators around him imagined him to be a child swallowed up by an avalanche.
 But...

(If it's a blow with all your might, take a break after you've struck it!)

 Rodos waits for it.
 It's true that this opponent is strong. But I'm a stronger opponent... and that's what I'm training against my father, who is a Rank A adventurer. I can't afford to lose here.
 Most importantly, I'm aiming to defeat my training opponent in this competition.
 So...

"I can't afford to lose here!"

 Shout while watching the Battle Axes being swung down from one's shoulder to shoulder.
 The man must be putting his best efforts into it. the sharpest blow of the game
 But Rodos bounces back wide to avoid the attack.
 The man's posture is dislocated by the Battle Ax, which is shaken through the air instead of Rodos's body.
 Rodos was not so good‐natured as to miss the long‐awaited opportunity.

`Oh, my God!'

 The figure of a man with a battleax kicking the ground and approaching rapidly.
 Rodos is best at continuous thrusts.
 In a few seconds, the man tries to prevent the series of thrusts that have been delivered in excess of 10 with the handle of the Battle Ax... but only the first few successful attempts have been made.
 After that, he lost his balance because of the previous blow, and the point of Rodos's long sword gouges his body.
 He probably decided that now was the best time. Rodos hits back and forth with all his might.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

 arms, feet, shoulders, and torso Each one has a thrust, and the man with the battleax collapses onto the stage.
 More than usual, the thrust speed was important, and the man with the Battleax wore a metal half-plate armour, which was deeply scarred but not deadly.
 ...however, that's just a matter of immediate attention.
 If you leave it as it is, you will undoubtedly die of blood loss.
 At the same time, the referee screams loudly, confirming that the fallen man is still in pain and unable to get up.

"Until then, winner Rodos!"

 The referee's voice echoes through the stadium and cheers explode the next moment.

"'Wow!'

 At the same time, the betting tickets of those who bet on the Battleax man are scattered in the air.
 However, betting is not a kind of paper or parchment, but a wooden board engraved with a magic item with a bet or bet. Thus, the bet falls to the ground without fluttering in the air.
 Rodos gasps loudly at the sight of what could be described as a feature of such a competition.

"Whoa. Did you manage to win?"

 In front of my eyes is my opponent, who has recovered from his wound after being taken off the stage.

(A strong enemy... yes, definitely a strong enemy.) There's no doubt about it. but it was also true that he was only a strong enemy that I could handle.)

 In fact, I felt danger during the battle, but it was not a hopeless danger.
 Well, I would have felt a greater sense of crisis when I was fighting Ray.

(I don't think that's the case.)

 When you walk off the stage thinking like that, the wounds you suffered in the battle will heal.
 I felt a sign of approaching me when I thought it was convenient for the situation.
 When I looked over there, I saw the Battleax man who had been fighting for some time.
 However, I can't feel any ill will in his expression. He's even smiling face.

"He is strong, indeed a child of the axe of the god of thunder." ...you beat me. I'm not going to say it's a championship, but go for a little better. That way, even if I lose to you, I don't have to lose confidence."
"Of course. I don't know how far I can go, but I'm aiming for a better."

 Yes, until I fight Ray and win.
 The man with the Battleax smirks and slaps Rodos on the shoulder, though his intentions may not have been conveyed.

"Hahaha. Men must be like that, after all." Well, I'll support you too, so do your best."
"... oh,"

 When Rodos nods at the man's words, he smiles again and leaves.
 Rodos, who had seen him off, had also taken care of himself.





"... Whoa. Did you win?"

 Min breathes a sigh of relief as he watches Rodos' game in the VIP room.
 Min usually tries to push himself as hard as he can, but he still seems to be concerned about his son's game.

"Well, it was a good match for him to be Battle Ax."

 Ray mutters when he comes back after a meeting with Tang.
 He's with one of the world's best battleaxers, Elk. Rodos would know better about what the weapon can't do than those who use Battleax there.

"Thanks to my gifted education,"
"Well, well, I'm not mistaken, and that's the trouble."

 While Elk and Dusker are having a conversation, a sudden glance at Elk looks around.
 It was the same with Ray, but the person he was looking at might have noticed it. Immediately, they feel their gaze disappeared, and they look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

"You've got quite a bit of activity going on, haven' Is this because of your notoriety?"

 The teasing remark from Elk's lips diverts Ray's gaze toward the stage.
 In front of his eyes, an old man in his sixties showed a sharp spearmanship that didn't suit his appearance.
 He was a man in his twenties with a huge hammer in his hand, but his spears were overwhelmingly superior in ease of handling, regardless of their power.
 When a man tries to swing a hammer, the old spearman immediately backs away to distance himself.
 The hammerman was almost unilaterally attacked, fighting head to toe.

"We didn't get along very well. There's a way to deal with it by attacking the spear...and as far as the old man's handling of spears is concerned, it seems difficult."Elk muttered as he followed Ray's gaze on the stage.
 It was the same that we both survived the main battle, but our strength... and, above all, our experiences in the battle were too different.

"I suppose. In basic ability alone, the man with the hammer would be better..."

 Whether it's Ray or Elk, they both use difficult weapons: scythe and battleax.
 Therefore, I understand the importance of timing.

"Oh, stupid. With a little more patience, we could still have turned the tables."

 mutter to the hammerman, who was prepared to hit the spear that was thrust out, that Elk was ruined.

"Really? You've decided that if things go on like this, you'll end up being pushed through, haven't you? Especially when we look at the battles and battles up until now, spearmen are overwhelmingly superior in skill.'

 Contrary to the elk, however, Ray praises the man's behavior.
 It's not the best, but the best. It'

"That's the place to endure,"
"Well, I understand my father's idea, but... I think Ray's idea is right here. As long as I'm outdone by skill, I'll have to bet on one or eight."

 It was Rodos who had appeared in the gallery before he knew it.
 Elk smiles for a moment at Rodos, but he's a little sulky when he says something that favors Ray instead of himself.

"Well, my son got completely involved in training with Ray... it hurts!"

 a cane that is waved without being told to the end
 The owner of the cane is naturally Elk's wife, Min.

"You ought to keep your embarrassment under wraps."
"What!"
"Embarrassed?"

 Rodos nods at the Elk's exclamation of surprise that seems to have been pointed at.
 Min opens his mouth to Rodos with a small smile.

"Well, as a male parent, you must have a lot of thoughts. More than that, look. It seems to have been settled over there, too."

 Min pointed his cane toward the stage, where a man with a hammer lay skewered in the abdomen.
 However, the old spearman is not unharmed. The armour on the left shoulder was shattered and hung weakly, perhaps because the last blow the hammerman fired was a hit.
 It's so damaging that you can tell at a glance whether your shoulder is broken or broken.
 Eventually, the old spearman is declared victorious and both of them are taken off the stage.
 In addition, the hammer man had his spear pulled out just before he was taken off the stage.
 The next moment their wounds disappear as if they had been a dream.
 The audience's voices of relief were circulating through the hall.
 No matter how much you like a competition, it's because you like to watch battles, not to watch each other kill each other kill.
 ...though some prefer to kill each other.

"In the end, did that spearman win?" The other party paid a blow, though. Which do you think was right, Elk or Ray?"

 Dusker's teasing comment stifles the two.
 Elk decided he had to endure a little more, but the hammerman eventually managed to hit back.
 Ray was not the best, but he was a good judge, but the hammerman was successful in retributing an arrow, but ultimately lost.
 It was probably the reason why they were stuck in such a situation that both seemed to be correct and not correct.

"... oh, it's Veicul,"

 Rodos' voice broke the irresistible atmosphere for both of them.
 When Ray turned his gaze to the stage, there was certainly a figure of Vaicul.
 Of these, however, only Ray and Rodos, who have been trained with Vaicul, are close friends.
 Even Elk and Min had heard a little from Rodos, and Dusker had also received some reports about the fangs of the wind dragon, so he knew the name.
 The Veicul opponent was a similarly lightly dressed man.
 Just like Veicur, it emphasizes mobility and doesn't even wear leather armour.

"Those clothes... are probably quite stout things."

 Elk says that everyone there looks at the man's clothes.
 It looked nothing different from ordinary clothes in the distance, but it would have been obvious to Elk, who had been an adventurer for many years.
 In fact, Min, who was next to him, nodded back.
 Ray has no words to refute, as this is purely about experience.
 But...

"Hey, that man... looks like he's murdering."

 That's what Ray muttered.
 You can't sense magic like Min or speak with experience like Elk. Still, in Ray's eyes, it was clear that Veicur's opponents were killing.
 Of course, it is not uncommon to have a murderous temper during a game. In particular, it is not uncommon for a match to be decided on the basis of a close match in a situation like this.
 But there was something different about the man facing Vaicul on the stage. Yes, as if they were killing each other instead of fighting in a competition.
 Vaicul must have felt it. His expression was colored with tension...

"Let's get on with it said.

 With the umpire's call for the start of the match, the man narrows the distance between the winner and Vaicul.
 His speed was unmistakable for a man who had the skill to play in the main battle.
 unless the point of the dagger in his hand was pointed at Veicul's head.

"What!"

 The man's behavior echoes with astonishment in the guest room.