637 Episode 0637



When the referee saw Ruzzi completely unconscious on the stage, he declared the game closed.
 Watching it in the VIP room, Ray looks at Elk with a stern expression on his face next to him.

"What did you think?"

 The question alone would have told you what you were hearing about. reply in a groaning voice

"It's strong... I've watched the game a few times before, but I didn't think it was all this way. No, if you mean purely physical ability, I think Ray is better..."

 Ray himself felt it. But even if you're physically superior, you can't turn it around.

"Pure technology?"
"Oh, to be honest, I didn't imitate the fact that I hit each other's point with a thrust..."

 Then Elk shakes his head slightly, recalling Ray's past battles.

"Ray might be able to do that. However, they use exactly the same force as their opponents to create a balance. Can you do that?"
"I don't think so,"

 Ray answers easily.
 In fact, if you're doing something similar to noise, you're probably going to hit the other person too hard or you're going to get hit by the wrong amount of power.
 He also acted so delicately, and even pretended to strike Ruzzi with his free left hand.

(It's still a long way off...)

 a deep‐seated Ray
 But no matter how much difference you have in the intensity of your noise, the time of battle is drawing near.
 All Ray can do now is build himself up.

"If only I had a little more time,"
"It's true that when we get this far, the game keeps going. The least we can save is one match a day."
"Oh,"

 There are three games left until the final. Considering that the final will be after a day's break after the semifinals and each other's physical condition, the rest will be four days.
 To say the least, it was difficult for Ray to catch up with the noise in the four days.

(Then I have to contend with noise outside of technology. Physical ability? No, I'm sure my physical ability is better than noise. But it's not as overwhelming as technology. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . )

 For a moment, Ray remembered his partner, Seto.
 If this competition was acceptable for demons to participate in, there might have been a chance to win without so much trouble.

(No, it's impossible.)

 But he quickly denies his idea in private.  
 Surely if Seto is free to move, he has a chance to win. In this case, however, there was a problem with the range of movement.
 Offstage... more accurately, if you leave the space on the stage, you're out of course.
 That would naturally be a disadvantage for Ray and Sett.

(In the first place, I think it's wrong to fight noise according to the rules of the competition.)

 Convinced by that, Ray still had no intention of giving up his victory.

"Ray, the next game is about to start. What should I do?"

 Are you going to take a look or not? Ray shakes his head slightly at Elk's suggestion.

"Even if we win this game, the next one is noise. From now on, the matches are not worth watching in terms of the research of opponents."
"Yes, it may be, but there may be some hints about fighting the noise out of the blue?"

 Min, who was looking at the stadium near Elk, said so, but the response was to shake his head.

"If possible, I want to train myself a little. I wish I could have a training partner around the Elk."
"Don't be silly. I'm here for the bodyguard, you know?"

 If possible, I'd like to move my body, not my bodyguard. Contrary to what he said, Elk's gaze turns to Dasker, who is speaking with a smile with a nobleman of the Vestian Empire a little further away.
 However, it is obvious from the occasional unpleasant twitching of the other noble's cheeks that the smile is only outward.

(I suppose you're saying a lot of things.)

 Watching Dusker's appearance, Ray also thinks so.
 By sheer national power alone, the Empire of Bestia is still superior to the Kingdom of Milliana. However, the reason why we can still talk with such a strong attitude as we are doing in front of our eyes is probably because we are a victorious country.
 It's not just a victorious country. Ray's success has made him a victorious country. That would understandably increase the influence of Dusker, who employed Ray.
 Indeed, the nobility, who still communicated with Dusker, had managed to appear calm on his face, but was desperate to contain the awe and terror that rose in his mind.
 ...if it were not for Ray here, or we could have had some leeway.
 Anyway, looking at Dasker talking like that, Ray gives up associating Elk with his training.
 A Rank A adventurer and notorious Elk would have been a good training partner for Ray.
 He stood up to leave the guest room and asked Elk, who was curious.

"Now that you mention it, what happened to Rodos? Are you back?"

 The moment the name Rodos comes up, Elk smiles bitterly and Min shakes his head with a regretful expression.
 The gesture made it clear that Rodos had not returned.

"Yes, sir.

 It's obvious that he has something to do with Rodos when he doesn't come back, considering that he's had a rough post-game conversation.
 So I felt some responsibility, but the next moment Elk laughed at Ray.

"Well, Rodos is another man of adventure. It's no wonder you're a little out of control, and you'll need some setbacks. So don't worry too much about that. I don't think I'll ever come back again, and if I get involved in something strange, I'll do something about it. And... no, it'said he.

 Elk who starts to say something and immediately makes a mistake.
 Looking at it, I could guess that there was something wrong with Ray, but as long as I didn't tell myself, I thought there was a good reason to do so and went on.

"Even though you're a full-fledged man, aren't you willing to intervene?"

 Elk mumbled and shrugged at Ray's teasing remark.
 When Ray saw it, he decided that there would be no need to worry, so he left the VIP room.
 Now, I'm afraid I'll spare even a little bit of time. in order to catch up with and overtake the existence of noise

(First of all, we'll have to secure a place to practice.) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

 Lei returned to the inn, regretting the place where he could not use it because of the assassin's attack, hoping to be introduced to him by the long-standing Kutei.





"Phew... no, it's very strong." There's no such thing as Rank S."

 That night, Luzzi's voice echoes through a section of the restaurant at the inn.
 There was no particular negative emotion in his voice, and it was clear that Luzzi had no grudge against noise.

"Unexpectedly... No, I don't think so." Considering Luzzi's simplicity, it is only natural that he should lose so completely."Staring at him, Vaicul mutters somewhat dumbfoundedly and sticks his fork into the sausage on the plate.
 baked sausages and boiled sausages The wine is brought to the mouth in two different ways, satisfying the completely different taste and texture of the same ingredients.
 I guess it's Vaicul's concern that he's not drunk enough to take off today, since it's Ruzzi's sad party.

"Well, I wish I could show that much difference in ability. Have you seen that trick? You said that I was not good at thrusting, and that you intentionally matched the point of the sword, and then struck me off with your left hand? I wonder how much skill and power I had to have to have."

 Luzzi, who tells her so, shakes and speaks passionately.

"Oh, I got it. I've heard that many times already. As you say, it's a rank S, so it's only natural that it's strong."
"Well, it was certainly strong. Yes, there's only rank S."
"…and yet all of us, Furyu's tusks, have been defeated in the end of the day? I expected it, but I'm still disappointed. It was Ruzzi in the third round who won to the end. ...I feel like I'm going to win the championship endlessly."

 Veicul, who was once again stretching his fork to the sausage, muttered in a stupidity to the most murmuring of fruit wine.

"What are you talking about?" In the first place, it's more than enough for you as a wizard or I as a thief to go on to the main battle. ...well, in Luzzi's case, I can only say that he was really bad. So what do you think of Ray as the only one to win?"

 Looking at him, Ray shrugs his shoulders as he passes a dish of steamed, oiled fangboa meat with a sweet and sour fruit sauce over his mouth.

"Well, if you hit it head on as it is... it's about 20 percent at best."
"Well, I still have a twenty‐percent winning percentage. Then I think the final will be interesting."

 Smiling as wine dries through the juices from the chewed sausage.
 It was Luzzi who was surprised at what Ray said.

"twenty percent... are you saying it after you see my fight?"
"I'll take it for granted. It's because I saw today's battle. I don't know exactly what the noise is, because it seemed like I hadn't really taken it seriously at all."

 Yes, Luzzi is by no means weak. He's a Rank C adventurer with a reputation as a veteran. The noise ability to knock it down almost like one hand would be more difficult to understand.

"It's not good,"

 Vaicul thrusts his words into Ray's.
 But Ray continues with a smile... a fierce smile on Vaicul.

"It'll be difficult as it is, I'm sure." But... I'm growing every game, too."

 I should say I'm training like that more accurately, but I'm not particularly talking about it, and I reach for bread.

"Well, I'm sure Ray could do something about it." There's a lot of mess around here."
"You can't deny it, can you know,"
"Both of you," No matter how true it may be, it's impolite."
"No, you're the most rude."

 After an involuntary thrust into the mouth in a mouldy tone, Ray throws the last bite of meat into his mouth with bread and reaches for a plate of salad and stew.

"Well, when you play in the final, you might want to bet on me. It should not be a one-sided defeat at least."
"If Ray wins, he'll definitely be a big hole."

 Having fought himself, Ruzzi couldn't imagine Ray would beat the noise.
 Of course, Luzzi knows Ray's strength. I've played a lot of mock battles and I've never won, so I can understand the difference in ability even if I don't like it.
 But to Ruzzi, who fought against the two men, Noise and Ray, the difference in power seemed obvious.
 That's probably why they used the expression "big hole."

"Well, if Luzzi is going to say that, I think I'll take a chance." He has a good judgment about combat."

 With a somewhat surprised look on his face, Maast is relieved and relieved.
 When it comes to fighting... No, he was more confident than he was. That's why I had the feeling that I was depressed by this defeat, but from what I've talked about so far, it didn't look like that.

(That's how loud the noise was, I suppose.)

 With that in mind, I look to Ray, the only winner here.
 You must have noticed the gaze. Ray looks back at Most and opens his mouth.

"What's the matter?"
"No, it's nothing. But what is the opponent of tomorrow's fourth round, the Ganda, who beat Veicul?"
"I hear so,"
"Well, you've only beat me," I've been winning so well."

 Vaicul's gaze turns to Ray, muttering.

"You beat me, and I beg you to avenge me."
"I don't mean to lose,"
"Well, then I'll bet on Ray tomorrow, believing he'll win."
"I won't stop it... but now that Ray's strength is known, I think he's hardly going to increase his stakes."
"That's all right, as long as it increases a little. There's no danger at all."

 Is the look on his face sure that Ray will win either trust or desire...
 Wishful of the former, Ray threw the last bite of the salad into his mouth.