In a tournament, the first round has the most games.
　The first round has the most matches, and I spent three days watching the other matches before the next one.

　There were many talented contestants, as expected, but there were two that I paid attention to.

　One was Mabel.
　She appeared in the arena in the first match, carrying a two-handed sword as tall as her own height on her back.
　And right after the start, she snapped the straight sword held by her opponent, a veteran knight, at the first stage.......................She threw away her opponent, who had thrown away his sword and grabbed her in the manner of an armor technique, with one hand.

　The way the obviously petite Mabel twirled the big sword and the big man without the slightest movement was so unnatural in terms of mechanics that it was like an optical illusion.
　Well, it must be the effect of magic.
　It was a shame that it was over in an instant, because I wanted more information.

　The other one was a knight named Reynas, who was about twenty years old.
　He seemed to use magic as well, and overwhelmed his opponent, a magical swordsman who was an adventurer upstart, with earth and wind magic. He had won the battle without a hitch.

　He still seemed to be hiding his abilities, so that caught my attention... but he was waving to the audience, and even after the match, he was hawking women in the tavern, so I can't help but feel that he's just a strong, kind man.

　And...
　The final match of the day is about to begin.

''Now, it's finally the last match of the first round!

Hey, Seika.

　Yifa, sitting next to me, calls out to me with concern.

'Are you sure you're okay?　If your head hurts, you should probably take a break...
It's all right. It's no big deal.

　I wave my hand over my head and reply, "I know why.

　I know why.
　I know why, and it's what I need to do.

"I don't think it's gonna be enough for you, but you don't want to push it, okay?
I know. I know. Thank you. But this is my last game today.

　I look down at the arena from the bleachers, returning that to Amu.
　When this is over, I've checked out all the contestants.

The first one is Beren, the first apprentice of Philosopher Folds.　Speaking of Mr. Fold, he is known as a water attribute user, but what kind of magic will Belen players really show us!''

　A typical sorcerer-like young man, wearing a robe and holding a staff in his hand, walks onto the stage.

"My opponent is Kyle, from the LeGrook Commercial Guards!

　I scowled as I watched the players slowly climb onto the stage.

　A boy in his mid-to-late teens, wearing a tattered costume that was neither armor nor robe.
　He held a one-handed sword in his right hand - unarmed.
　He doesn't even have a sheath attached to his waist. He is dressed as if he brought it just because he needed it.
　The gray hair, coupled with the lifeless gait, made him look like a ghost.

''I don't have any detailed information about Kyle, either!　He doesn't look like a swordsman or a sorcerer, but what kind of techniques will he use?　It is remarkable!

　The two sides confronted each other on the stage.
　Even his opponent, the sorcerer, seemed to be somewhat pressured.

''Then the final match of the first round will begin!

　Almost simultaneously with the flute. A young man, a sorcerer, tries to point his staff at the boy in a different costume.
　But-----suddenly, the movement stopped.

''What...?''

　The young man doesn't move in his stance with his cane almost raised.
　Clearly, something is wrong.
　Kyle, the cross-dressing boy, slowly walks towards the stiffening youth.

　I drop the shikigami hawk that has been flying in the sky.
　I want to get a closer look.

'What's going on?　Belen doesn't seem to be moving at all!　Kyle is slowly closing the distance!'

　The buzz in the crowd was growing.

　The hawk that had been letting him descend had come within sight of the players' faces.
　The sorcerer's face was filled with fear.
　I'm worried about the boy. I turned the hawk around.

　The boy stops in his tracks.
　Before I know it, the distance between me and my opponent has been reduced to a single step.

　Unwillingly.
　With a casual movement, as if it were a scene from everyday life, the boy's sword pierced the sorcerer's neck.

　Blood bubbles flow from the young man's mouth.
　Even to this stage, the sorcerer's youth does not have the slightest resistance.

　When the boy pulled out his sword the young man's body staggered as if he remembered the movement, and then he fell on his back on the stage.
　A pool of blood spreads around it.

'Beren player, you are unable to fight........'　The winner, Kyle!　What a surprise, we have our first death in this tournament!　The fact that Kyle didn't show any signs of stopping his sword was also worrisome, but what's more, what is this bizarre development of the match?

　Amu frowned, and when it came to Yifa, she looked away and held her mouth.
　It was good that these kids were sane.

　The hall was noisy, but there was some dark excitement in the air.
　As if they were expecting something like this to happen.
　Apparently, the death of a person is a spectacle in another world as well.

　Then.
　Taka's vision caught Kyle's face.

　The boy's expression was ------ nothing. An expression of emptiness, with no emotions floating around.

　They said they were the escort unit of the LeGrouk Chamber of Commerce, but it's a lie.
　There is no way the Chamber of Commerce would keep such a monster.
　I'm sure it was sent in from somewhere and has something to hide.

　Suddenly, my interest was drawn to something.
　It's a boy's eye.
　His right eye is sky blue. And his left eye is crimson.

'Oops!　We have a new piece of information here!　What a surprise, Kyle - he has an evil eye in his left eye!　What a surprise!　A heretical evil eye has entered this historic tournament!　What kind of upheaval will occur in the second round, which begins tomorrow!

　You were in this world too?

　An oddly shaped sorcerer who put spell power on his gaze and cursed the person he stared at.
　---- The evil eye user.