The Chosen One Was Me, Not You

103 – {Tournament Begins}

{Tournament Begins}

The total number of participants in the tournament was filled with 32 people.

The reason why the number of participants drastically decreased compared to the total number of students who were full of motivation to participate was because of problems with the test.

This was because there were a large number of students who did not meet the condition of having to block the professor’s attack at least once during registration.

“Ugh, damn it.”

“I really wanted to participate.”

However, I saw the benefit of only those who demonstrated such basic skills being allowed to participate, creating a perception that only those with real skills could participate in this tournament.

That played a positive role in getting people interested in this tournament.

“Finally, it’s today.”

When the morning of Friday came, the eyes of many people were all focused on the arena that the emperor of the Britannian Empire had personally provided.

“Today’s match starts here!”

“Who will win this tournament?”

“Isn’t it Frederick Palin, the senior of Minst Academy’s 4th year swordsmanship department?”

“No, Yuria Arsaein, the fiancée of Theodore Skylord, the chosen one, is probably a strong candidate.”

“If she is the chosen one’s fiancée, she must have learned a lot from the chosen one, right?”

“Maybe.”

There has already been speculation among people about who will win this tournament.

“Oh, it’s pretty big, isn’t it?”

“It seems that the Britannian Empire made a big decision and provided it.”

Reporters also did not miss such a big competition.

They visited in person to publish an article in the newspaper, and they did not intend to miss the long-awaited scoop.

However, this tournament wasn’t just a tournament focused on reporters from the Britannian Empire.

A significant number of reporters from the Arkhan Empire and the Thran Empire were also trying to cover this.

“This article must be recorded.”

“We must record who will win.”

This tournament was no longer just a festival for Minst Academy students.

Most people in the Britannian Empire were eagerly waiting for this tournament.

It was because of the contestants that it became a tournament that attracted attention not only throughout the Britannia Empire but also in the Arkan Empire.

Among them, Yuria Arsaein was receiving particular attention.

She immediately drew attention to her just the moment she passed by to get to her dressing room.

“They say she’s the most beautiful woman in the Arkhan Empire, and she’s really beautiful.”

“It’s like the lover of the chosen one!”

“It’s a pity I didn’t get a picture of her because she went into the waiting room and threw it away.”

It has always been a pity for reporters that they had to write articles only in writing.

In the meantime, they had to express what they saw only in writing, so there was a lot of regret because there were visual limitations.

But that was all a thing of the past now.

They received a camera, a device that was only recently developed, from the imperial family.

After recording the appearance with magic, this instrument that can extract the recorded appearance as a picture was a miracle that allowed them to shake off all their regrets.

‘If YuRia Arsaein’s appearance were included in an article, it would have a huge number of sales!’

‘Especially if you take a picture after you win against the students of the Britannian Empire, it will be very popular.’

Reporters from the Arkhan Empire gathered together with the determination not to miss this scoop moment.

The first match started at 1:00 PM, so we had to wait a bit after lunch at 11:00.

* * *

‘This day has finally come.’

Yuria was quiet and calmly clearing her mind.

Her eyes were on her in her dressing room.

All of the 32 players selected and selected were those who had the ability to block the professors’ attacks.

Everyone was a competitor, and that’s why the other players looked at YuRia, admiring her perfect beauty, but at the same time looking at the most dangerous competitor.

“Yuria Arsane.”

“I can’t be careless.”

I could feel the will to fight well from those who looked at Yuria and sent her wary eyes.

Jade Miller, the head of the 4th year Faculty of Magic, was unable to participate in the competition, possibly because of Theodore’s attack on YuRia, but 31 students out of 32 were all under Minst Academy’s respective year’s faculty. Were the chiefs of

‘There are only two seniors in the first year.’

Anyway, even though the first year students were the top, only two from the Faculty of Swordsmanship and the Faculty of Magic succeeded in coming up because of a lack of skill and experience.

Owen Lawrence, the head of the 2nd year swordsmanship department, and Princess Louise, the head of the 2nd year magic department, were also seen sitting quietly in the waiting room as participants.

‘I will definitely win.’

Yuria felt that today was the beginning of the road that would bring her the greatest distance to her goal of coming to her minst academy, and her fighting spirit soared.

Since the people gathered here for her would rise to the top while competing, she would not be able to compete with everyone.

But there would be at least five fights.

Also, the people she will be dealing with will be the ones who have defeated her competitors, so it will be worth defeating because they have proven themselves to be stronger than the other students.

‘It seems like everyone is wary of each other.’

Yuria was feeling the gaze of those who sent her wary eyes toward her, and although she was especially focused on herself, she felt that everyone gathered here was a competitor.

As evidence of that, those who sent her wary eyes toward her were soon looking at each other and wary.

“I will definitely avenge the defeat last time.”

The sight of Owen coming up to her, saying this one word of hers, and then going back to her seat, putting her sword in her hand, calming her heart again, calming her throbbing spirit. It was nothing special.

‘I will definitely be the winner in this competition.’

The tournament that started today was to continue until next week.

If he did not win this tournament, he would not only damage himself, but also the reputation of Theodore, who taught him.

‘I can never lose.’

She didn’t think of her assumption that she would lose in the first place. She remembered her training with Theodore in the last few days.

She spends her time with him as she repeats her training late into the night, and her Theodore himself picks her up as she collapses exhausted with her sweat-drenched face in her bathroom. I remembered taking him to

What happened after that was something she couldn’t bear to think of under the current circumstances, so Yuria intentionally didn’t think about that part.

She had to think only of the confrontation now.

“Everyone, thank you for waiting. The brackets have been released.”

Those who appeared to be royal attendants of the Britannian Empire came with a table and said.

This bracket has only been released now, 30 minutes before the start of the match.

Today alone, a total of 16 matches were held in a row within the 30-minute time limit, but the reason why the brackets were only released now was simple.

‘The first match should be started in an unprepared state.’

If you knew who your opponent was in advance, he would have time to prepare for it.

Of course, the other party would also know about himself and prepare.

As a result, how much you studied your opponent and how well you prepared were the important points to decide the outcome.

‘My first opponent is.’

Yuria’s gaze turned to the name written on the table.

[Yuria Arsane vs Cynthia Collins]

‘Cynthia Collins, the head of the Elementary Department in the third year.’

Yuria had a sense of anticipation that her first opponent was a spirit sage.

She expected that it would be a different experience from dealing with a wizard and a swordsman.

I know that Theodore uses spirit magic, but I’ve never seen him use spirit magic with all his might.

‘Theo was too strong for that.’

Unfortunately, her sword hadn’t reached Theodore yet.

It was impossible for her to not win her tournament as her goal was to reach him, so she firmly established her will to win even more, and she became her own opponent, her Elementalist. Looked at

Her Cynthia Collins, a 22-year-old woman a year older than her, was a pretty good-looking woman with green eyes and silvery hair that was a bit on the duller side.

However, even though she seemed somewhat introverted, it made me wonder why she couldn’t believe that her passive side had participated in a tournament like this.

At that time, Cynthia approached her.

“Hello, Princess Yuria.”

Her Cynthia, who approached her first, greeted her.

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

Yuria also politely responded to her greeting as much as her opponent greeted her first.

“Hey, are you going to cut me with your sword in a match?”

As she asked, Cynthia’s eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Yuria’s scabbard and sword.

‘Horror?’

Yuria was genuinely taken aback by the completely unexpected reaction.