Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies Moved to a Starter Town, Vol. 08 by Toshio Satou and Nao Watanuki

Author:Toshio Satou and Nao Watanuki [Satou, Toshio and Watanuki, Nao]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2021-11-23T00:00:00+00:00

An hour after the public loincloth incident, the new entrants were processed and ready to go, and everyone was seated with their camp, waiting for the tournament to begin.

Simple chairs of stretched cloth and wood were placed before the banners of their camp, like Warring States–era warlords before a battle or fighters before an Edo-era duel.

There was a whole string of rituals and prayers that were never used with ordinary competitions, which really added to the ceremonial feel. Anzu, Nexamic, and Renge were all on their best behavior, looking as dignified as possible.

The Azami contingent were caught up in the mood, looking tense…

“Ugh, so stiff! Like Merthophan at orientation. I remember how he said to make our hearts, bodies, and hearts strong. Doubling down on the hearts! Who remembers that?”

“I was consumed with loathing for Jiou… Please don’t remind me.”

“I was consumed with love for Lloyd and not listening.”

“……Three hundred twenty-one… Three hundred twenty-two…”

“I know you’re bored, Phyllo Quinone. But that’s no reason to start doing push-ups. Boring as it is, there is value in boredom.”

“Micona, you seem more bored than anyone.”

“You dare voice an opinion about me, Lloyd Belladonna? Do you wish to rekindle our battle right here and now?”

…Of course they weren’t on good behavior. They were all as oblivious as they were eccentric.

“You could call it confidence, I guess,” Anzu muttered. Marie apologized on behalf of all of them.

“……Micona…they’re about to explain the rules.”

The prayers were finally over, and the Priest Chief had taken the stage. The solemn vibe faded, and the crowd started getting worked up. Using a megaphone fitted with a voice-amplifying magic stone, he bowed to the audience and began to announce the first match.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for! The war rites we offer up to the Sacred Beast!”

“War rites?” Merthophan muttered. “That’s certainly a grand phrase. All part of the religious aspect?”

“Both clans have brought their might to bear! Whichever wins three of five matches has earned the right to an audience with the Sacred Beast and will serve as the exalted ruler of the Ascorbic Domain for the next four years! I’m sure you’re all curious to know the format of the matches: That will be determined by the contents of this very box!”

The Priest Chief held the ancient wooden box aloft, showing it to the crowds. There was something written on it with a calligraphy pen, but it was far too old to be legible.

“He’s trying to make it sound impressive, but we’re just drawing lots,” Riho grumbled. “Wouldn’t it be faster to just…draw straws to decide who’s in charge?”

“Please, no,” Anzu groaned. “What if we got stuck with the muscle-bound freak show or the woman who can’t shut up about elegance?”

“Oof. Heh, forget I said anything.”

While the Kyounin camp chattered among themselves, the members of their rival camp were all fired up.

“I’ll show them the power of my muscles! The time is here! That is all.”

“Heh-heh-heh. I shall be the most elegant ruler and surpass you, Anzu.

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