His nickname for crimson was not Date. -- shall I say so?"

　At the end of the game, a bear calls out to Ray, putting his magical sword back in its sheath.
　At the remark, Ray shrugs his shoulders and opens his mouth, shaking his death-size and extinguishing the bird of fire.

"This time it was in my favor,"

　A glimmering glance is a large amount of water spreading over the stage of the stadium.
　The current management committee members were desperately dropping the water off the stage.
　It's only natural that there will be another semi-final after this.
　In fact, for the spectators who are currently at the stadium, one more match is the real thing.
　Rank S adventurer, it's a constant noise game.

"I certainly couldn't do my best. I'll admit it."

　Ray nods inwardly at the coolness of the bear even if he loses.
　In the first place, a water dragon created by a digital bear is just a name for its head.
　It would have been possible to make and manipulate a whole water dragon out of water, according to its nickname.
　Ray himself was good at wide-area annihilation magic, so it was easy to see that a bear could not be serious about this stage size.

"But..."

　Digma continues, as if to interrupt Ray's thoughts.

"Isn't Ray the same one who struggled with the size of the stage? He couldn't use the flame tornado that you were good at in the first place."
"Oh, well, yes,"

　a vaguely misguided ray
　The fire whirlwind that led Ray to his nickname crimson. The creation of it required the cooperation of Seto, so if it were not on the stage but on some wilderness or meadow, it would not be used.

(In that sense, it's not so wrong that I and Set are nicknamed crimson.)

　Mumbling inside while storing the death size in the mistling.
　From the side, it is recognized that Sett is Ray's tame Gryphon, but he knows that Sett was created by the art of the beast--as a matter of course he created--and for Ray he alone is crimson. I had that kind of perception.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

　Digma asks if he has any doubts about Ray's behavior, but Ray shakes his head saying it's nothing.

"Think a little... how do you fight against the noise in the game the day after tomorrow?"
"I see. Well, the possibility is that noise will lose the next game, but there may be..."
"No,"

　Ray flatly denies Digma's words.
　For Ray, fighting noise in the final is already a certainty, and there's nothing that can overturn it.
　At Ray's attitude, he opened his eyes slightly, but the next moment he nodded back with a smile on his mouth.

"Is it very unlikely that Fudo will lose in the semifinals? But if I were to say that, I don't think it would be possible to lose the final?"
"Normally, I suppose," However, since I knew I would fight the noise if I reached the final, I have dealt with it in my own way."
"...is that kind of magic?"

　Ray responds silently to Digma's words, shrugging his shoulders.
　I knew that because of the nickname crimson and the fire whirlwinds created during the Spring War, I was supposed to be a specialist in the magic of fire, and most importantly I used the rumor.
　In fact, there is no doubt that the only magic Ray can use is the magic of fire.
　The only difference is that the death size itself has skills.
　It was possible to gloss over the magic of the wind and the magic of the earth.
　Ray realizes what Digma is talking about is about jumping and magic shields, but on the surface he smokes a sigh inside.
　As long as death-size skills were not known to others, it could have been a trump card in the fight against noise.
　But I used it... more precisely, I was cornered to the point where I had to use it for what was in front of me.

(I didn't just watch this game... I don't think so.)

　He glances toward the VIP room and confirms that there is noise and the emperor.
　He seems to be talking about something, but it's impossible that he hasn't seen his fight as long as he's in the VIP room.

"As for my hand, you'll be looking forward to the day after tomorrow's battle."
"Huh? Well, if Ray says so, let's look forward to it. It seems that there are many other cards besides the magic of the wind. ...and yet that shield was terrible. I didn't expect to be able to prevent the draught from hitting me completely."
"... I suppose,"

　As he answered, Ray was slightly impatient inside.

(He tried to break down the magic shield by attacking, but continued to bite it, so it was considered a single attack. Considering the performance of the Magic Shield, if it had once retreated after the initial attempt to bite and fail, the Magic Shield would have disappeared.)

　While I'm thinking like that, the referee who was watching the two of us nearby approached me nervously.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'd like you to make room for the next game."

　The polite tone may be due to the well-known digma in the Westian Empire. If it were only Ray, he would have spoken to me in his usual tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. ... I'm not the one who actually created this condition, but it's a little too much." Well, wait a minute."
"Huh? Well, I don't mind,"

　After nodding to the referee's words, Digma steps forward and opens her mouth.

"Gather under me, Spirit of Water,"

　The short chant invokes the magic of spirits. The water that still remains on the stage rises into the air and gathers in front of the bear to form one.
　After the battle, the spectators, who are still excited, make a fuss about the huge water polo with a variety of emotions: astonishment, admiration, expletive, and joy.
　After watching the audience, Digma turns her gaze to the huge water polo under her control.
　A significant amount was evaporated by Ray's fiery bird. Still, there was enough water to fill a small pond.

(Is the bird that produced the flames going through this water?) It's an unconventional force in many ways.)

　He turns to Ray for a moment, smiles enough to bend the edge of his lips, and says again with magic.

'Spirit of water, dance in the sky, and show thy beauty to all,'

　With the invocation of the Spirit's magic, the huge water floating around the bear moves up into the sky and quickly turns into a fog.
　Although the season is already autumn, the fog seems more pleasant than cold to spectators excited about the battle between Ray and Digma.
　The fog and the light falling from the clear autumn sun create more than 20 rainbows in the air, entertaining the audience's eyes.

"Well..."

　Ray, who was near the bear, was also fascinated by the rainbow.

(Maybe... there may be a real reversal.)

　Looking at Ray in the rainbow, Digma murmurs inwardly, recalling the contents of the game, and heads straight to the waiting room, feeling that she is not cool enough to stay here any longer.
　When Ray notices such a bear, he tries to call out to his back, but when he senses it, he gently waves his hand to greet him and leaves.
　Eventually, the audience... and the referee realized that the bear was missing only after the rainbow had disappeared over the sky.
　Rushing back to life, Ray also leaves, looking sideways as he prepares the stage for the next semi-final match of Noise.
　Of course, I'm not going home like this. Since today is the last game before fighting noise, it's to analyze noise's strength even a little.

(In the fight against the Digma, I showed them a flying sword and a magic shields.) I wish they would show me the right thing, if I could. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

　Thinking inside, Ray came to the VIP room.
　Up until now, Ray has often watched matches in the stands of the stadium, but in order to watch this fight slowly and carefully, he wanted to refrain from noisy places around him."Oh, Ray. You've won beautifully. I love you."

　It was of course Elk who approached Ray when he entered the VIP room and threw the cloth bag in his hand.
　Make sure the bag you received is definitely heavier than it was when you left it.

(As the other person had a different name from Rank A, there were a lot of people who didn't think I could win even if I had the same name... or something like that.)

　Convinced in private, he briefly thanked Elk before storing it in the mistling.
　It's true that I'm happy to have more money on hand, but now it's more of a noise game.
　At Ray's appearance, Elk shrugs his shoulders and then opens his mouth.

"Don't worry. The game hasn't started yet."

　True to the word, noise and his opponent are still facing each other on the stage. 　
　I'm a little disappointed to learn that the actual introduction of the opponent is over, but Min, who was watching it, opens his mouth instead of Elk.
　In addition, the Daskers guarded by these two communicated with aristocrats from countries around the Westian Empire or far away.
　This place is partly to watch a competition, but from a noble point of view it is a place to connect people.
　Moreover, since Dusker was a man of great service during the Spring War, many people would like to connect with him if possible.
　Ray, who has a smile on his face but seems tired of the same conversation, turns to Dusker and finds it hard for the nobles.

"Noise's opponent is a well-known Rank B adventurer,"
"Magical spear?"

　The word "magical spear" instantly conjures up a disgusting face of a demon spear user, but immediately shakes his head to erase it.
　What we need now is not to think about the past. It's the future.
　mutter in one's heart, and turn one's gaze back on the stage.
　Then the referee announces the start of the game as if he had been waiting for Ray's action.
　The first thing that moved was a man with a magical spear.
　They probably decided that they would have no chance of winning if they were behind them. Kick the stage wide and thrust a magic spear at the noise that awaits you.
　Ray's prediction, however, was that he could have taken the initiative without such a hurry.
　I've watched a few noise matches before, all of which have led to what we call "the future."
　It's the same this time around, with sharp and quick thrusts fired over and over again.

"Is that evil spear wrapped in the wind?"
"Yes, it's the wind that widens the interval and enables irregular attacks."

　Min replied so to Ray's muttering, and evidence of the truth was unfolding in Ray's view. 　
　Noise is wielding a sword when the spear's tip is clearly out of reach.
　and a sound close to a burst that reverberates around.

"Well, that's it,"
"Yes, it is possible to attack on the tip of a spear, or just beside the tip of a spear." ...but this time I can only say that the other person is too bad."

　Under normal circumstances, there would be some confusion when dealing with a spear wrapped in the wind.
　Even if you've seen it in previous games, you'll also need to correct it as long as it's your first time to experience it.
　The noise, however, played it from the beginning.
　It's not just once. Play all the attacks the same way in subsequent communications.

"It's true that the other party was too bad. I wouldn't have had such a hard time with an ordinary partner."

　As Ray mutters, the sorcerer is frantically attacking the noise.
　When the main battle started and noise participation was announced, there were surprisingly few people who wanted to beat noise, but for those who have won so far, naturally, noise will challenge for a chance to win.
　In fact, it is fair to say that a man who lacks such spirit cannot survive this far.
　At any rate, the man who manipulates the magic spear of the wind uses every skill he can to challenge the noise.

"You're strong. ... Are you sure you're all right, Ray?"

　Ray shrugs his shoulders slightly at Elk's anxious voice.
　What Elk is saying is that there is no need to fight and win against noise for the purpose of attracting the attention of the upper echelon.
　Ray knew it as a fact, but he shook his head easily.

"I'll win as long as I do,"

　You probably didn't hear Ray muttering so.
　But it's true that just at that moment, Noise's gaze was directed at Ray, who was fighting against a man who manipulated a wind spear.
　an incontrovertible smile
　But Ray certainly sees Noise smiling like that... the next moment, Noise's dagger is wrapped in ice, freezing the man's arm with the windy spear.
　Furthermore, in the next moment, the long sword... the blade of the magical sword is enveloped in flames and swung down to the opponent.

"Winner, noise!"