Fran pumped herself up and stepped into the arena, only to be greeted by a stage of epic proportions, one so massive and well decorated that it simply simply couldnât be compared to the dingy thing used in the first preliminary round. Its construction consisted of two parts, a round platform and the larger cylindrical wall that enclosed it, a large cylindrical wall. Around the arena were enough seats to fit over a thousand spectators. The place was beyond packed; every single seat was filled and then some.
Our entrance was welcomed by a set cheers from the audience, cheers so deafeningly loud that they caused my blade to tremble in response.
In spite of all that, Fran was as usual; she literally didnât care about her surroundings.
Three of our four foes already stood atop the stage, one of which we happened to recognize.
ăHuh? Fran!?ă
ăJudith?ă
ăOh come on! Now Iâm sure to lose!ă
Judith fell forward onto her knees the moment she realized she was up against us. It was an action I honestly couldnât blame her for. There was basically no way for her to win given how the fact that Fran was way stronger than she was..
Apparently she wasnât the only one to have recognized Fran, as the other contestants had also adopted similar expressions of unease.
ăSo thatâs the Magic Sword GirlâŚ? Huh, she really was just a kid.ă
ăDonât let your guard down. Her ranks even higher than ours are. I hear sheâs a C ranker now.ă
The first round of the preliminaries seemed to have filtered out most of the weaker adventurers, as the only one of the contestants present understood that Fran was no weakling. The only one that failed to recognize her strength was the last to enter the ring.
ăHahahah! Whyâs there a brat here? Isnât this supposed to be a Martial Arts Tournament?ă
The obnoxiously loud Blue Catkin that joined the fray laughed before taking a closer look at her and furrowing his brows.
ăHow the hell did you manage to get past the first round? Did you bribe all your opponents? Or were they just all pedophiles?ă
ăStrength.ă
ăHeh. Bullshit! Youâre a god damned Black Catkin! No way in hell a wimp catkin like you could actually put up a decent fight. Know your place. Wait, I know. That old White Dogkin geezer mustâve pulled a few strings. That has to have been it.ă
Getting a closer look at him allowed me to recognize that he was in fact a member of Blue Pride. Specifically, he was one of the two people thatâd been standing by the gate and trying to convince Aurel to see them.
The realisation immediately explained why he was aggressive on both Fran and her benefactor.
ăJust you wait, wimp cat. Iâll tear your jaw off so you canât surrender, strip you nude and embarrassed the hell out of you before finally slowly beating you death.ă
ăâŚTalking really big for just Blue Pride.ă
ăHaah? Whatâd you just say?ă
ăYou tried to visit aurel by lying and claiming you were famous, but you were turned away at the gates because your lie seen through right away. Youâre just a group of weak, pathetic, small time mercenaries. And stay away from me. You stink.ă
Fran seemed to have snapped given that sheâd started speaking in longer, more drawn out sentences.
ăYou little bitchâŚ!ă
A large screen that resembled the kind youâd see in a sports stadium decorated one of the stadiumâs sides. It seemed to be some sort of magic item, as it was doing as a monitor would, and displayed a blown up version of the interaction thatâd just occured in real time.
The crowdâs response to the Blue Catkinâs remarks was rather poor. A few of the men had urged him on, but a greater number of women had ended up booing. Franâs rebuttal, on the other hand, had caused the entire stadium to erupt into cheers. The man immediately popped a vein in rage, but Fran just totally ignored him and everything he said from that point onward, which, as one might suspect, only caused him to get even angrier.
Their interaction was one the crowd really seemed to like, as its members began to jeer in an attempt to urge the two on.
With the mood set, the match finally began.
The Blue Catkin immediately locked his eyes to Franâs position and lunged straight at her. His skill with the sword wasnât too shabby, and he came at her with nothing held back; it was clear that he planned to kill her. His actions caused me to want to scoff at how childish he was. He ended up completely losing all sense of rationality just because of the slightest bit of mockery.
Though, that much, Iâd honestly expected.
What I didnât expect, however, was for the three other contestants to join him. They all immediately decided to cooperate in order to eliminate Fran, as, the Blue Catkin aside, they were aware that she was the strongest in the group. Judith happened to stand out from her peers, as she purposefully herself at the rear so she could the other three contestants as meatshields.
Both Fran and I were rather impressed by her actions. She hadnât given up on winning despite the fact that she knew weâd be able to overwhelm her.
The unexpected four versus one situation put Fran in what could be thought of a numerical disadvantage, but she didnât mind. Fran simply didnât care that all four other contestants had ganged up her. She didnât complain, nor did she bother calling any of the four out for unfairness.
Instead, she simply retalited.
ăFmph.ă
ăGuahhh!ă
She swung me without bothering to draw my blade from its sheath and hit the Blue Catkin right in the jaw. The impact caused him to fly into the air before spiraling back down towards the ground.
Fran then struck again; she used the rising momentum that accompanied her first strike in order to deliver a powerful horizontal blow.
ăHeavy Slash.ă
ăKyaah!ă
ăWhat!?ă
ăGyaaahhh!ă
Heavy Slash was considered a relatively low tier skill, but itâd proven to be more than effective enough given just how powerful Fran had become. The attack sent the swordsman and spearman that followed the Blue Catkin tumbling back into Judith. Neither of the three were capable of recovering from the attack and so, they were all forced out of bounds.
Only a few seconds had passed, but Fran had already eliminated three of her four opponents. She couldâve easily done the same to the last of the bunch, but instead, intentionally chose to draw out her assault.
ăHiiii! F-Fwelp meâŚ!ă
She swung me downwards. In doing so, she caught the Blue Catkin in midair, smashed him into the ground, and caused a dull crack to reverberate through it.
ăGahiii⌠fuaarghhâŚ!ă
The blood in the Blue Catkinâs mouth rendered him incapable of anything but a few groans. Heâd barely managed to hang onto his consciousness, not because he was sturdy, but because Fran had made sure to hold back just enough for him to do so.
ăI⌠huwwenda! I huwwenda!ă
ăDonât understand.ă
ăHorheit!ă
ăStill donât understand.ă
Well, yeah, itâs kinda hard for him to actually speak given that he doesnât have a jaw or chin anymore.
ăI horheit da hatsh!ă
ăToo stupid to know how to surrender? Well, canât be helped since Blue Catkin.ă
Fran basically totally admitted to knowing exactly what he was trying to say, but it didnât matter. What did was the fact that sheâd done onto him exactly what he claimed heâd wanted to do to her.
The sheer amount of bloodlust Franâd been emanating caused the Blue Catkin to become as scared as he could possibly be; a warm, wet patch spread across his nether regions as he deliriously begged for her forgiveness.
Naturally, the referee had realized that the match couldnât go on, and so, he hurried over to the stage and attempted to climb atop it.
Fran noticed him approach, so she immediately moved to deliver the finishing blow before he could stop her.
ăWill end as requested.ă
ăGobaaarrrgggh!ă
She muttered a few words under her breath while swinging me like a golf club and sending the Blue Catkin fly right off the stage. She seemed to have gone a bit overboard, as he soared for what looked like 10 whole meters before finally hitting the ground.
I was a bit worried that the crowd would end up finding her actions distasteful, but it turned out that they actually ended up liking them as they immediately broke into applause.
ăAnd itâs over! The young lady just pulled off the impossible and sent a full grown man flying off the stage with just one hit! Ainât that just incredible ladies and gentlemen? Itâs not something youâd expect from someone with such a cute face, thatâs for sure!ă
Wait, thereâs been a shoutcaster this whole time? How the hell did I not notice?
The casterâs announcement caused the crowd to break out into an extra loud cheer.
ăAnd with that C rank adventurer Fran, the Magic Sword Girl, wins the 11th west block and secures herself a spot in the main event without even drawing the blade sheâs nicknamed after!ă