The clear autumn sun was floating in the sky as if Ray's predictions were true the night before.
　There are some clouds floating, but they are not enough to cover the sun.
　It's autumn, and it's soft light that comes down from the sun.
　In such a fine autumn weather, the stadium is still filled with live voices.

'Now, now, now, now! Only three long-running competitions are left: today's semifinals are two games and the day after tomorrow's final! I'm sorry that these exciting days are over... but I'm also excited. Why, in today's game, the two strongest men in the Westian Empire... and most importantly, the final of the day after tomorrow will decide the strongest man in the Westian Empire! Do you think so?"
"'Wow, aah!'

　The cheers of the spectators echo into the stadium... and out.
　The cheers do not want the end of this competition to come to an end, but rather enjoy it forever. That's what I thought.

"Well, then, why don't you keep talking like this? Let's get on with the game. It's these two who play the first game!"

　With the voices of the players, countless balls of light, the size of a fist, dance wildly at the entrance.
　The spectators admire the fantastic sight of the semifinals.
　The first person to emerge from such a colorful ball of light was the man of the elves.
　Originally, the order of entry for the players is not decided, but as you can see from the countless colorful balls of light, it may also be a performance unique to the semifinals.
　an elf in his mid-20s by appearance alone Of course, as long as he is an elf, his apparent age is not reliable.
　Probably for mobility, she wears a leather armour made of monster leather, and a sheath with a long sword in her waist.
　With his well-cut features, the elf casts a keen, bird-of-war eye on his face and the entrance to his opponent's door for the upcoming battle.

Digma Relus Lage, a Rank A adventurer and nicknamed Suiryu. He is also good at swordsmanship, but what is noteworthy is the magic of water spirits, as it is also known! The magic of water spirits used by digital bears is beautiful and vicious. As we all know, we have beaten our opponents with the magic of water and sharp swordplay. To be honest, I would have been the top contender for the championship if it had been a competition up until now.

　That's true, and Digma should have been the top contender for this year's championship.
　However, there appeared two nicknames called crimson and Fudo. 　
　One of them was an adventurer belonging to the Kingdom of Milliana, a longtime antagonist to the Empire of Bestia, who had never been more active in the Spring War.
　The other is a Rank S adventurer with only three people in the world.
　For the people of the Vestian Empire, it would be the most obvious villain and justice ally.
　They took most of the talk, and many others were well-known, leaving Digma buried in the crowd.
　Digma himself, though, had little interest in that kind of talk.
　The bear, who was highly praised for his voice, looked at the entrance on the other side of the street without showing any particular joy.

'Well, then... I don't think we need to introduce this person again. a man who has pulled a huge sickle and knocked down a powerful man standing in line. No citizen of the Vestian Empire has ever heard of his name. The Adventurer of the Kingdom of Milliana... the crimson Ray!"

　As colorful balls of light dance wildly again, a person wearing a robe and hood appears.
　In his hand is a scythe, just as the actual words say, which symbolizes Ray.
　Watching the wild dance of light, Ray makes his way to the stage with a slight smile.
　I just jumped lightly on the stage.
　The bear, watching the move, turns the expression on his face into a small, surprising color, even though he was highly praised, he never moved.
　It was just a leap, but I couldn't find any gaps in the movement.
　He did not even show preliminary movements such as bending his knees slightly before jumping, and only kicked the ground with his toes and leaped onto the stage.
　a movement that can be described as an unbeaten movement
　Ray's ability is understood only because he is a digma with a certain level of ability and strength that can be described as first-class.

"I see. I'm good enough to make a fuss."

　Words that slip out of the dogma's mouth sound like bells.
　If it wasn't on the stage in the stadium, but rather a woman. A beautiful voice that might have fallen in love just by hearing that word.
　But for Ray, the voice is only the voice.
　If that voice had some magical effect on it, it would have been nothing but a voice.

"I'd be glad if you could say so. Now, as a Rank A adventurer, will you show me exactly how good he is, nicknamed Mizuryu?"
"Well, I'm a Rank B adventurer and I'll show you how good he is with the nickname crimson."

　Digma pulls a long sword out of the sheath of her waist.

『Now, we will lay arms on each other and watch the other.』 Digma, a magician who is good at water spirit magic, Ray, a magician who is good at fire magic. It's a battle between the very opposite, though similar. I can't take my eyes off this, and I wonder what the spectators who come to see the game at this stadium will see without looking at it."

　The cheers from the audience fly, fueled by actual voices.

"Good luck, Digma!"
"Do your best not to hurt your face!"
"Digma, show me your pride as an adventurer of the Empire of Bestia!"

　There are many other calls of support and jeering, and the referee's voice echoes around him.

"The game begins!"

　Along with the words, the first one to come forward was Ray.
　He kicks the stage with his death size in his hand just as he sees the performance of a Rank A adventurer, and reduces his distance from the bear.
　Digma, on the other hand, does not seem particularly nervous, and invokes spiritual magic while holding a long sword.

"The Spirit of Water, turn into a whip."

　Along with the words, the water that appears around the bear is whipped and sent to Ray.
　The attack, which was launched from right beside the torso, was cut off by swinging down the death size through magic. Close the distance from the bear again, and hit the tongue inside.

(Oh, it's spirit magic, so it's quick to activate. The only way to fight against evil wind is to shorten chanting techniques obtained in the battle against evil wind.)

　Spirited magic is simply asking for magic in words of magic.
　Compared to magic, in which spells are recited and then magic is invoked, the speed to be invoked is much faster.
　However, the magic of spirits is simply to ask the spirits for the things they want to happen. In other words, if a person is disliked or abandoned by a spirit, no spirit magic will be invoked.
　The magic that is purely dependent on the qualities and character of an individual, is spirit magic.
　By comparison, Ray's magic is not as influenced by his individual qualities as by spirit magic.
　Of course, there are differences in the amount of magic power, the speed of magic chanting, and the technique of magic construction, but there is no doubt that those who have magical powers can use magic to a certain extent, and there is no precarious condition that magic cannot be used because of the dislike of spirits.

"Fly, Spirit of Water,"

　The next spirit magic used was to make a water polo as large as the face and then fly it towards Ray.
　However, the water polo that came flying in a straight line could not hit the ray and leaned toward the bear to avoid the water polo. He wields the scythe at a digma, which is kept within the range of a death‐size attack.
　a concurrent high‐pitched metallic sound
　When Ray sees it, he looks quite convinced, not convinced.
　He's a notorious Rank A adventurer. It was easy to imagine that he had a magical sword.
　a deadlocked few seconds
　It was a stalemate where the blade of a death-size sword and the blade of a magical sword were overlapping, but suddenly Ray felt something was coming up from behind him, and immediately he knocked the magical sword away and played it forcefully and leaped sideways.
　Moments later, a water polo passes through the space where Ray used to be.

"Water polo?"

　Distanced from the bear, I was surprised but convinced.
　A man called Mizuryu shouldn't be able to do anything more than just fly a water polo.
　In fact, the water polo circulates around the bear and is released again toward Ray."I think the attack I've shown you once will be understood over and over again!"

　Shout, wield magical powers of death.
　He was going to cut it off, just like the water whip I had just mentioned.
　But...

"Spirits of Water, Fall,"

　The short chant dispersed the head-sized water polo heading for Ray into five small water poloes.

"What!"

　Ray was surprised at his sudden behavior, but it was only natural that he never stopped his magical death-size movement.
　The straight-shifted death-size blade successfully destroys two of the five water poloes.
　But the destruction of the two means that three water poloes remain, with two on the left and one on the right attacking Ray.
　The three water poloes that came in from both sides leaped backward to distance themselves, and magic and chanting were spun from Ray's mouth.

"'Fire, show up at my command,'

　a flame produced at the tip of a death‐size blade
　The magic of a short chant learned in the previous game is completed before the water polo reaches Ray.

"Ryuen" (The Flame of Flow)

　A death-size blade wielded with magic produces flames as if tracing its trajectory.
　The water polo that hits the flame evaporates without a moment's antagonism and disappears.

"What!"

　the voice of a bear from the front
　You never thought that your water polo would evaporate at one blow.
　When water and fire magic collide, water usually wins. If flame wins, is there a clear difference in magic techniques, or is there a difference in the amount of magic in itself?

(I saw the battle against the evil wind, and yet even my magic was evaporated.)

　Digma, who is shocked inside but holds it without showing any expression.
　With the elves, Digma was absolutely confident in her spiritual magic.
　He believed that at least he would not lose to a human wizard.
　It's certainly not wrong. The elf boasts a higher magical power than the average human being, and is superior in terms of skill and skill in magic.
　... yes, if you're an ordinary person.
　Surprised by Ray's magical powers, Digma grabs a magical sword and moves forward.

"Spirits of Water, Pierce"

　Digma steps forward as if to pierce Ray's gap after magic, and shoots a water arrow as a check.
　Three water arrows that I don't think were released in a short chant.
　The three arrows, which shine so sharp that they don't appear to be water, fly straight to Ray.
　It's a death‐size Ray who intercepts it.
　A magical death-size blade smashes three arrows that came at him in an instant, but at the same time it meant he had created the time necessary for the bear to approach.
　Less than a second of space was created by shaking the death size.
　Still, it was more than enough time for a bear.
　Digma dives into Ray's pocket and wields a magical sword.
　The blow to the torso would certainly have been fatal if Ray hadn't avoided it.
　It would be an incredible blow given the rules of the competition, but Digma didn't expect the blow to be so damaging to Ray.
　And the judgment is consistent.

"Huh!"

　the size of a death with a sharp expiration
　However, if the blade part was returned to hand, it would not be in time, so it would be a blow like hitting with the handle part.
　The sound of metal played when these two weapons were hit.
　At first glance, it seemed to be even, but...

"Ugh!"

　Leaping away with a cry of amazement... or, to be exact, it was the digma that was blown away by Ray's strength and death-size weight.
　It would have blown backward and nevertheless landed balanced in the air, making it look like a bear leaping out of the stands.
　The sound of a magical sword wielding into the empty air and cutting through the air echoes around.

"Well, I see," It's just that crimson is nicknamed crimson. Now... let's start the second act!"

　With a sharp cry, the bear moves forward again.