He was the weakest and even persecuted, but after 100,000 years of training in the super-difficult l

Two days after registration for the tournament, the first round of qualifiers for the tournament began.

In the first round, groups A-G were further divided into 10 groups of about 100 people. Whoever among them gets the three red armbands wrapped around their right arm will pass the first round. Simple as this.

The bell rings. I don't move and watch the action for a while, which is, in a way, enough to astonish me.

I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

This is the first unveiling of the primary school?

I've managed to articulate a sight that is hard to describe, but I don't think that's a good way to describe it. Honestly, even in primary school, it would be more serious.

There he is!

Three boys and girls surrounding me. I guess they decided that it would be easier to assemble if I was the only one, but I have one armband that hasn't moved yet. What's the point of surrounding me with three people?　And from their perception, I'm the weakest of the incompetent, right?　How much more cowardly can these people be?

You can't get away with this, can you?

A boy with a semi-long haircut points the tip of his wooden sword at me.

His stance is absurd, and his center of gravity is not in the right place. They are truly like amateurs. These people are so inexperienced?

Certainly, it's a fact of life a hundred thousand years ago. There will be some fallacies in it.

Anyway, I don't feel like pointing a sword at an immature child. This tedious game must be brought to a quick end.

I'll go first!

"Screw it, it's from me!

Slowly approaching the three men who are comically arguing in front of their opponents.

'What?'

I smack both palms right under their eyes and nose and take the red armbands from their arms and walk out of the circular platform.

"Oh, that incompetent bastard abstained!

That's not fair!

Yes, fleeing from the enemy, how shameless!

Ignoring the ridiculous clown who doesn't even realize that he has already been defeated, I handed three armbands to an attendant in the tent in the corner of the hall, and

Kai Heinemann, number 6032. That's clear, right?

Ask about their own victories.

"......

The attendants were looking at me and the hall mutually, and their eyes were black and white, but

Passed.

I'll start filling out the roster immediately.

Well, now that it's over, let's get back to Lohse and her friends.