--The arena spectacula. Aisle for officials.

　The sound of two people's footsteps echoed down the aisle where the cheering and shouting could be heard through the walls.

You're faster than I thought you'd be.
"Huh, what. I don't care. It doesn't matter. This tournament is full of monsters. There's no guarantee we or they'll survive. Then you'd be lucky to fight them first, brother.
"Who's the Brother? I'm a woman.

　One guy, tall, long hair, cowboy hat.
　On the other, a small girl with a medium bob cut.

　They look like a bumpy duo, but those in the know know know that they are Spectacular's first tag team.

　The first martial arts tournament is still fresh in our minds.
　The fierce battle between Leafy and Lean Glide, who were the winners of the preliminary round, contributed most to the excitement of the preliminary round.

　The tag-team that teamed up in the second round of the preliminary round went on to become the biggest rivals in the final round.
　We are still teaming up this time because we recognize each other.

　This time, as a "special offer".
　The champion, Futa Pomodoro, and the most powerful man in the kingdom, Lilac M. Fanghini, are on the same level, albeit formally.

　But that's not what they're trying to do.
　And it's not even Richter L. Klingbloom, the man who caused Leafy Lean Glide to disappear.

...... Maybe you're right.
Hmm?
I'm just saying we're lucky to be fighting first. That's the only reason we're here, right?
Yeah. I'm gonna have to pay you back.
I owe that old man, Wind.
I'm listening. I hear you. I hear you all the time.

　I squint and walk.
　In front of me, the light from the entrance is shining brightly on me.

Iron Door. A burly warrior wielding two huge iron blocks. Originally a bouncer for the Orba Trading Company. Hahaha, it's like King's Landing is a magical place. There are monsters like this everywhere.
"Two power types. All the training I've done against hexenbiests is for this moment.
Okay, brother. Thank you. They think the fight is fixed. Let's give the crowd something to cheer about.
You're not my brother.

　Clunk, clunk, clunk of shoes.
　Fist to fist, they collide.
　We both have one thought.

　There are a lot of superior players waiting for you.
　But for these people, who have been hunting powerful magical beasts and defeating all kinds of powerful enemies with their long swords, this is just a regular occurrence.

　Then surely, even the victory that awaits them is...



　It's always the same.









　--The arena spectacle.

I'm not sure what to do.
"Are you out of your mind?
I'm not insensitive like my brother.　Look at everyone!　This turnout is even bigger than before!

　The bright girl's joyful voice seems to be hazy even though it's raised so high.
　The already boisterous cheers were probably mainly split between "Leafy" and "Izuna".

　Aside from Wind-Earth Note, who was making her first appearance, it was probably inevitable that there was not that much cheering for "Arrows".

　Both Izuna and Leafy have a loyal fan base after their great performances in the last tournament.
　It's not as if Arrows doesn't have any fans, but most of the people who support Arrows also support Leafy, and as a result, the cheers for Izuna's revenge were mixed in.

　Now, as a matter of course, this arena is not only full of repeat customers.
　There are those who are lucky enough to have gotten tickets for the first time, those who were brought here by someone for the first time, and those who are still not very familiar with the spectacle.

　It is the role of the commentators to explain things to those people.

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on, but I'm not sure you'll be able to.
I see. I'm not sure what to say.
I'm sure.　I'm not sure what to make of this.

　And so the fate of the two is revealed in detail.
　And so the fate of the two is revealed.

　Can they get past it this time? Or...

I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one.
"Mr. Wind.
He answered right away!　And all of my stories are dead!

　Pasta's laughing voice naturally calmed the crowd's calls.
　However, this did not mean that the fever had subsided.
　It was the result of their attitude and "anticipation" for this game, as they were determined not to miss a single word of the commentator's answer.

　The cheers obviously decreased, but the heat of the spectacle seemed to increase more than before, creating a strange atmosphere.

I already know what Izuna, Arrows, and Leafy are up to. I'm sure Mr. Wind has had a brief encounter with Leafy, but I'm sure he didn't expose all of it. Then the only uncertain part of the Wild Hunt will be Mr. Wind.


I see. So you're saying that Arrows and Leafy might be able to defeat Izuna without the element of Ms. Wind?
You can say "might" all you want. In fact, the two of them must have prepared various means and made various efforts in order to defeat Izuna. If it's a game of whether or not those efforts will bear fruit, the Wild Hunt has the advantage. It's only natural, since it's one against two.
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I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. I'm not sure what to make of it. It's all on your shoulders.
"Nah-ruh-ho-doo...

　Continuing from the first game, Futa explained that the key to the game was the person who appeared for the first time.

　Unlike Mion, who had the reputation of being a referee and Richter's secretary, the mysterious Wind Earth Note was the focus of much attention in the hall.
　All eyes naturally focused on his name dancing on the cobblestones.

"What kind of person is Wind?
"Why do I know you?

　You'll be pinched.

"...... is a warm and sincere person. But behind that, he's also a fierce and powerful warrior. His weapon of choice is an iron knife. He is a mighty man who wields two large, thick and heavy iron rods with one hand.
"Oh, ......!　It's kind of intimidating to see you and Izuna together!
"Knowing the two of them in their normal lives, they seem like just two nice old men.
"Izuna, you're only 24. ......
That's right.

　I don't look old, but I've been told I look terrible.
　Izuna, who was listening to the commentary near the entrance, felt depressed.
　Motisuke swore he would kill that pimp later.

'Well... So Wind is strong!
'Yeah, he's as strong as the Preferred Quota. That's for sure. At least the Wild Hunt can't be all about Izuna. --And that's where the game will end.

　The expectation for Wind Earth Note is unstoppable.
　I'm not sure what to make of that.

"...... Ruri?　Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, yes. I'm glad you're here, but I'm a little worried about ...... you.

　In the meantime, there were two young girls sitting next to each other.
　Both of them were staring nervously at the tournament site.
　Part of it was simply that they were not accustomed to the atmosphere of a martial arts match, but the bigger factor was that it was a match between their relatives.
　The other girl, who was staring at the girl called Ruri anxiously, was also unconcerned when she heard that her friend's father was fighting.

　Ruri's expression was a little too stiff to cheer her on.

It's not always good to be seen by so many people," she said. Dad, I'm not sure if you're okay.
"...... I'm fine!
"......Ayame.

　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one who's a little nervous about this.
"Yeah, ......, that's right!　Dad, you can do your best!

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.
　Ruri finally smiled and said that she didn't mind being noticed by Dad.
　You're so strong.


"All right, let's focus on Mr. Wind!　Right?　Heh heh.


"......
Ruri!




I'm not sure what to say.


　The emotional ups and downs of a child girl aside.
　The music that echoed through the air into the spectacle was a cool and brave tone, different from that of Stardust or Girl's Garden.

　The theme of the sound, which can be felt as both freezing cold and boiling hot, is "blade".
　Yes. The blade of the soul that cuts through demonic beasts.



　--Hunter's Spirit".



　Heat in the hand that holds the cold blade.
　There was no chorus to go along with the song, but there were many signs in the audience saying "Defeat Izuna", "Weed Spirit", and "Excelling", and you could feel their enthusiasm for the battle.

　Shiro smoke billows from the entrance gate, momentarily obscuring their appearance.
　The hunters who emerge, walking side by side, are the ones who have come in search of a snack for tonight's feast.

"The First Martial Arts Tournament. It was indeed a battle to determine the top of the country's warriors. My heart trembled with enthusiasm, for every man has his own proof of strength. After all, they were the chosen eight, so it was only natural.

　The girl speaks like a storyteller to the tune of the song.
　Looking back, there are some memories that the audience doesn't know about, but keep them to yourself.



"But they were different.

　My heart broke at the beginning of the qualifying round, and I looked up for the first time in the second round. The only reason I was able to stand at that moment was because of the presence of a like-minded warrior standing next to me.

It was not a privileged slot. It's not like they had a reputation. They were only allowed to hold their weapons from start to finish. They wielded their swords all the while, outside the applause and the buzz. --When it finally came to light, they were standing at the center of a storm of warriors vying for the title of "qualifier"!

　The crowd erupted in cheers.
　She barked as if the fuel for the heat was ready, and the earth rumbled with cheers for those who stepped onto the cobblestones.

The only thing she has accumulated is the discipline to improve herself. It's because he has crawled up the mountain without thinking about the glamour of his warrior or the brilliance of his skill, only seeking to defeat his opponent and win - his way of life will crush any sword saint!　It's also a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your money.

"At first, everyone is a nameless swordsman who can never be anything. In the first round of the qualifying rounds, the swordsmen were unknown to everyone, but they were the ones who made the qualifying rounds the most exciting, and they made their mark on this spectacle - in King's Landing!　May they be the swordsmen who made their names heard!　Now, it's time for the Wild Hunt, and you better be ready!　Are you ready? Let's rewrite the legend with another giant beast hunt!　It is you who have shown us that humans are always capable of greatness!


"Wild Hunt!



　It was a great incentive, and the support was even greater.
　If you were to ask who was the strongest swordsman in the preliminaries, I'm sure the two names would never be mentioned.
　However, if you were to ask who was the most popular swordsman in the preliminary rounds, it would have to be them.

　They stood on the field without a care in the world, and drew their weapons as if it were a matter of course.

　This place was the arena of their dreams. This was the arena they longed for. But now, that longing and joy are secondary. Because, of course, you can enjoy those things after you win.

　So for now...

　Overcoming the highest wall in the world is my top priority.


　Just as I let out a breath and stare at the front gate.
　The music stops, and the cheers gradually recede like a low tide.

　But everyone in the room knew that this was a sign of a great tsunami.





　The sound of the oriental flute echoed like a wind through the blue sky of the wilderness.






　As the audience involuntarily looked up at the blue sky, a swallow tore the sky.

　As soon as they became aware of it, the beat seemed to gradually burn up from the bottom of the earth. The strings and percussions were so loud that I felt my emotions overflowing.

　The heat of the audience, raised to a fever pitch, resounded like a war cry before a battle.





　--The glorious high road in the wilderness.





　The handclaps, which I'm not even sure who started them, became the gongs of the battlefield that the whole venue was beating.

　The tempo is not fast, but the song, which burns inside your heart with a mixture of heat and manliness, falls into your heart as if it were a sound of your expectation for them.

　Shiro smoke fills the entrance gate, and two large silhouettes emerge from behind it.


I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.


　The naive girl's question was a clear-cut contest.
　If each of us were to give different answers, I wouldn't have bothered to tell you here.

　She knows that.
　It was true that there were many great battles fought by many different swordsmen in this spectacle.
　But deep down, they understand too.

"The first person who made us feel great in the preliminary round was..." The one who everyone said was second only to the champion, even though he disappeared in the first round of the main tournament. --The one who uses the Wild Hunt as a reason to reunite the tag team. What makes him different from other sword fighters?

　A foot appears.
　Then, the handle. And then the large body, always with a happy, resolute smile. And finally, a huge hammer axe.

"I think it's probably anticipation. Maybe it's anticipation. This is the first time we in King's Landing have seen a "fighter" with a big back.

　The incessant cheering was uncoordinated.
　It wasn't a chant like in the first game, nor was it a shout like in the first tournament.
　It's just "anticipation".
　You will do something. You can make my dreams come true.

　--You can make my dreams come true.

I remember it well. "It's the final for me." I don't know why my heart clenched so tightly at that moment. Maybe it's not just for me. You can feel that he really wants to win, that he really fights, that he really cares about the sword, and that's the sword of this man.

　There was a group of people cheering especially loudly.
　The man looked over at them and waved his arms happily.

　The smile on his face was relaxed, but at the same time, he kept his sharpness before the battle. One would think that this is what leads to expectations.
　You can say that he is like the ace of this arena.

"That's what the fighter said to me. "He told me I brought the best man I could find today. The best dragon who alone can create a storm in this spectacle is coming with his partner. This is nothing short of a storm!

　The next person to appear was a slightly older gentleman.
　However, despite his calm expression, he was looking ahead with an extraordinary weapon clutched in both hands.



　The tag-team of a man who has seen more than anyone else's back and a man who has yet to be seen will inexplicably make the audience "anticipate".

"I'm aiming for the end of the glory I've longed for!　We will conquer the wilderness with a smile on our faces, no matter how hard or difficult it may be!　With a fire in your heart that will never be quenched, and a wish in your backpack for the journey!



"Wilderness Storm Blade!



　A sound bomb that made it impossible to even hear what the person next to you was saying was exploding in this spectacle.
　The heat in the hall was such that it seemed as if fireworks had been shot inside.
　The only thing I'm sure of is that the four of us on the cobblestones could feel it.

　"Win," that's all anyone is wishing for the four of them.



"I've been waiting for this moment.
"I'm going to beat you this time, you bastard.

　Arrows, Leafy.
　I stare at Izuna.

　Wind narrowed his eyes in amusement.

"I remember that game too. I remember that game too, so it's no wonder you're on fire.
"Huh.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

　I'm not sure what to do.

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.


I'm not sure what to make of this.



　Second round of the main tournament. Second match.




"Let the games begin!




I'm up for the challenge.

　The wall I needed to climb was right in front of me with my weapon at the ready.