“That was overdoing it”
Back at my inn’s watering hole, Kristoff who couldn’t move because of yesterday’s injury came and yelled at me.
I told him what really happened but he still thought it was horrible.
“Something like that’s worth about one broken arm you know. Just how angry were you to go so far as splitting his head?”
“The battles afterwards have a bit more tension to them, right?”
“They all turned into shitty fights thanks to you!”
Seems like the battles after mine were frequently ones where the fighters both fearfully pushed their swords out like in the initial matches.
“What’s done is done. If I see someone like that tomorrow I’ll forgive them with a neck bone”
“What’s the difference!”
Unfortunately, I’m not kind enough to go easy in that kind of match.
Although, if the enemy is a woman I’ll forgive her if she lets me do her.
“Still, you’re really strong aren’tcha. Your fourth match aside, your third was against a famous mercenary, wasn’t it?”
Seems like the small old man was a famous small old man.
“If I don’t reach the arena I won’t be popular with women, right?”
“Well, there’s that, but the woman you’re bringing along is quite the beauty, right? That kind of woman don’t just pop up all over the place right? No matter how much you pick and choose”
What’s he saying?
“Nonna’s my woman, of course, but I do want to pick and sleep with other women too”
Still wearing a smile, Nonna’s eyes turned cold.
Seeing me bluntly say that in front of the subject herself, Kristoff made the best amazed expression of the day.
“I’ve got nothing to do today, huh?”
I should be having my fifth and sixth match today, finally fighting with strong people. However, both my opponents forfeited and I won by default.
Seems like the impact from yesterday’s match was too strong.
So it’s called a sword art tournament because they’re afraid of seeing blood and corpses, huh.
I suppose White City would have no immunity to battles since they haven’t seen bandits or wars for so long.
While I was imagining things on my own, the matches ended, and my opponent for tomorrow was decided.
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHーーー!!!”
My opponent for my seventh match seems to be “Agor”, a Royal Light Infantryman.
A present for me for winning all my matches so far by flicking off my enemies’ swords.
The reason he entered the tournament without recommendation despite being a Royal Army member was probably because he was a commoner and looked down by his superiors.
He was leaving the arena but he looked my way and stopped.
I see, so this is Agor.
He’s not a big man but he had bulging muscles and his power output looks outstanding.
He had sharp eyes, looking at me expressionlessly, trying to probe me.
This guy looked truly strong, unlike Kristoff.
Tomorrow’s match is going to be fun, let’s save up energy today and go straight to sleep and flirt with Nonna.