Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing! Chapter 21

Martial Arts Tournament

Time pa.s.sed, and now is finally the tournament day.

Firia has woken up so decide to have breakfast.

By the way, we make our meals alternatively. And our skills aren't that much different.

"Don't you look good there, Firia?"

"These two weeks, how many times I thought I'd die… I don't want to do that again."

Firia unnaturally walks shakily.

Even though she was very serious during the training… but it's indeed a good thing to have on and off switches.

"After the tournament is over, you'll stop training? What a waste."

"For a while I don't want to do battle training again, I'm thinking about developing new magic."

"Ooh, how nice, to do things like that. It's been a while but, should I develop new magic too, I wonder?"

"You're still saying that it's magic, huh."

"Because that's the truth, after all."

Finis.h.i.+ng our breakfast, we head to the Colosseum.

The street toward the Colosseum is overflowed by people.

Perhaps finding business opportunities in such large number of people, numerous stalls are lining up along the way. A complex fragrance that is a mix of several smell from several surrounding stalls is afloat.

Isn't there a lot more people here than in some half-a.s.sed festival?

“What an amazing amount of people. Do human like to watch people fighting against each other?”

Firia stares in wonder at the crowd with her silver eyes.

She lightly opens her mouth and says so while seemingly very surprised.

“There are a lot of such guys, is it different for elves?”

“Elves basically dislike conflict, after all.”

Is that so?

Is Firia's low battle sense also because of that, I wonder?

I keep thinking about that until we finally arrived at the Colosseum.

Arriving at the Colosseum, we then head to the partic.i.p.ants' waiting room.

We seem to have to go through the qualifiers round first. Since B rankers seems to be partic.i.p.ating from the final tournament, that means everyone here is around C rank or D rank.

There are dozens of people in the waiting room, and atmosphere inside is kind of strenuous. Among these people, only seven persons can proceed to the final tournament.

I look around the room and appraise the partic.i.p.ants…. From what I can see, there is no one stronger than Firia.

By the way, Firia's current prowess is enough to win against a Brokkina without problems.

Prowess-wise, I think she's somewhere barely at A rank or around there.

Looks like it's still quite a while until the tournament begins.

…I've got free time here. Wasting time isn't a good thing.

“Well then, let's do it!”

Inside the room with strenuous atmosphere and everyone sitting on the chairs, I start muscle training at the corner of the room.

If you have time then do muscle training. Muscle training won't betray you.

By the way, when I start doing muscle training, Firia also starts pretending that we don't know each other. What a rude fellow.

“Time has finally come, to all of the partic.i.p.ants, please head the ground.”

As told by the staff, we head to the ground.

The Colosseum, which can seem to accommodate thousands of people, is filled with people despite its size.

According to the moderator, almost all of the denizens of the country seem to come to watch this tournament.

“Let's start with the explanation of this tournament! First round is qualifiers. In the qualifier round, the partic.i.p.ants will be divided into several groups and have to fight with the others within that group. The last one standing in each group will proceed to the final tournament! That is how this goes.”

The moderator puts out two fingers and glances toward us.

“By the way, those who pa.s.s to the finals tournament will be qualified to receive C-rank requests. Since it seems that two people with D ranks are partic.i.p.ating this time, by all means, we hope those people will strive to advance to the final tournament!”

It seems that the only D rank partic.i.p.ants are me and Firia. Well that's also quite understandable, though.

Because, people in this town, when they turn into D rank, they'd move to other town, after all.

It seems that rather than aiming to advance to the final tournament, they think that taking requests diligently in other town will give them higher possibility to turn into C ranks.

But to me that's absolutely nonsense.

I don't think you can become powerful unless you have the spirit to crush all obstacle standing in front of you.

The moderator continues the explanations still while smiling.

“In addition, the entry of the B rankers will be starting from the final tournament, that means the level of the compet.i.tion will rise further from the there on, so please do not miss it.”

“Moreover ….”, turning over the page of the script that he has in his hands, the moderator continues the explanation again.

“I suppose that most of you already know it, but I'll still explain it just in case, the Colosseum has been given the blessing of the G.o.ddess of War, thus on the ground no one will die from battle, rather than dying you will be fainted instead. We have also arranged magicians who are excel at recovery magic, so to all the partic.i.p.ants, please don't worry and just do your best in the battle!”

“Well then, let the martial arts tournament begins,” saying so, the moderator starts calling the name of the partic.i.p.ants, and my name is among them.

“… The qualifiers will be done in battle royal, everyone who is called, please head to the middle of the ground! As for the other partic.i.p.ants, please return to the waiting room for the time being.”

I observe those who are left in the grounds.

Excluding me, there are four men and two women.

From what I can see, they all look weak, but I can't let my guard down.

Strong people tend to be good at concealing the smell of how powerful they are, after all. That means there maybe someone powerful who's hiding their skills.

Just in case, I release my limiter and ready myself.

My muscles burst out and expand frantically.

“Well then, we shall begin the qualifiers first match… battle, starts!”

The moderator's voices reverberates inside the Colosseum.