Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies Moved to a Starter Town, Vol. 2 by Toshio Satou and Nao Watanuki

Author:Toshio Satou and Nao Watanuki [Toshio Satou and Nao Watanuki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2020-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

A Cliché of Clichés: Suppose a Tournament from an Old-Timey Battle Manga Came to Life!

The day of the Continental Student Sorcery Tournament, there were blue skies over Azami’s coliseum, Maria Stadium. When the king’s daughter was born, he’d been so excited that he named the place after her.

While there had been little interest leading up to the event, news of the Holy Sword had really gotten the public’s attention, and the place was packed with tourists and reporters.

And the news that Rol from the Rokujou Sorcery Academy had stepped down from her prestigious role to enter a student tournament was also the talk of the town.

The hall was quite worked up, and this was clearly affecting the team led by Choline.

“Geez, too many people here,” Choline grumbled. “Can’t blame them for talking after that headmaster’s stunt, though.” She stood there, dumbfounded by the colossal crowd.

“Wow… So many people,” Lloyd said, looking ready to run for it. “More than the entire population of Kunlun!”

“You’re cute when you’re scared…!” Selen offered, worked up for very different reasons… So basically, operating at her normal capacity.

At the center of the group was Riho, looking determined, her eyes gleaming. As the noise of the crowd erupted, she kept her mithril arm cradled to her, glaring at the entrance.

“Come at me… I’m not about to lose…”

Her quiet oath was drowned out by the boos of the crowd.

Rol’s group had appeared—and the crowd wasn’t a fan of her stunt. The world considered her a coward, like a professional baseball player showing up to play in a little league game.

Rol sailed over to them, unaffected by the booing—possibly even enjoying it. “How are you, Choline?”

“Great, and you, Rol?”

Steam poured out of their ears as they made eye contact.

Mena immediately destroyed the mood. “’Sup, dudes! Rol made us pretend to be students even though we’re way too old! I’m Mena!”

“…You seem cheery.”

They were enemies, but Riho had been feeling sort of sorry for the sisters…so this attitude surprised her.

“Well, it’s not permanent. We’re gonna win this dumb thing and enjoy our student discounts all over Azami!”

This declaration certainly got a rise out of Riho.

“…Oh? Big talk,” she replied.

Mena’s eyes gleamed. “You seem like you’d be pretty good at magic, but this is three-on-three. The other two strike me as physical fighters…but this is a magic tournament. I know you’ve got a lot riding on this, but this is our job… Just don’t blame us when you lose.”

Mena clearly thought they had this in the bag.

Riho’s brow twitched. “You’ve got a burly fighter yourself.”

Said fighter, Phyllo, was ignoring everyone but Lloyd, moving directly toward him.

“…I really want an answer…”

Phyllo’s approach was like a tackle or… Nah, pretty much just a tackle.

But Selen saw her coming and nimbly slipped between them. Phyllo hit the brakes.

“Ha! I know how you operate, you thief!”

“…Phyllo. Not thief…”

“Oh, how polite! I’m Selen Hemein. No use hiding it—Lloyd and I are lov—”

“Wow! You’re the Cursed Belt Princess?!” Mena yelped.

A stir ran through the crowd.

“That was

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