Will the Re-Summoned Hero Live as an Ordinary Person

When the receptionist finishes her explanation, the rare man receives a single bill and leaves the arena with rough footsteps.

"Is that guy a participant, too? It seemed pretty strong..."

Seeing a muscular and gripping looking man, Hayashi said a little anxiously, the voice raised its face whether it had reached the receptionist as well.

"Of the Games in five days, if that\'s what you mean. Are you all registered to participate?

The receptionist greets the Dahui with a soft grin.

"Oh, I heard you."

"Yes, we\'ve come to participate in the Games in five days."

I was embarrassed to hear myself whining. Hayaru hides behind the great glow with a bad look on his face.

Dai-hui replied with a smile to the receptionist without looking particularly concerned about whether she was used to it.

"Ugh, that\'s okay. Are you all taking part in the tournament?

The receptionist laughs beautifully like she sees something smiling. Autumn shook his neck to the side for that question.

"It\'s me and these two who are joining us."

Autumn, which came forward as it was, pointed to himself and Dahui.

"Okay. Now please fill in your name here. In the meantime, let me explain. In this tournament, the use of weapons and magic is free. Disqualify the opponent if they end up dead. Loss will be determined by acknowledging defeat or passing out, and if the referee decides."

During the receptionist\'s flowing explanation, Dahui, Autumn fills in his name.

"I see. Just in case you confirm...... in case you kill someone, will that be a criminal activity?

Depending on the opponent\'s power, Dae Fai confirms that he has finished filling in his name and raised his face because he may not be able to apply or subtract his power.

"Well, an investigation may come in if it is obviously deliberate. If you feel black, you will be punished. However, if it is determined that it is possible to do so in battle, there will be no punishment, and only the Games will be disqualified."

These questions are good or the receptionist, smiling to reassure me, answers even.

"I see, I get it. Do you have anything to be prepared for or bring?

"Please take the bills I will give you now. And don\'t forget to prepare your weapons and protective equipment because we don\'t lend gear or anything."

As I understand it, some participants have seen it in the past, so the receptionist pushes it as a stereotype.

"Thank you. Well, thank you in five days."

While we were talking, we started lining up a few more after Dahui, so we cut the story off early and left the reception.

As I left the arena, the line looked back and looked at the building. matrix, not so much, but I could see the various people walking into the building by and by.

"Something seems like a lot of participants."

Even after we came out, we saw a few people like participants go in. I shrug like I was impressed.

"Sounds like it... I\'m excited to hear it now."

I think I might be able to fight a strong opponent in the fall, and now I have a belligerent grin about whether I was excited or not.

"Yeah... I can\'t lose either"

Dae Fai, who had long made a fist grip, seemed to have a fighting spirit within.

"The finals are likely to be Daikon and Autumn!

I looked back at it coming. Haharu wanted to see the two of us fight, and I imagined it.

"Uh, right. I didn\'t even fight for training at the castle, and even when I was in Japan, the clubs were gendered.... Autumn, if it does, I can\'t help it."

Autumn, which received Dahui\'s words as provocation, also smiles invincibly.

"That\'s the kind of excuse you should think about now when you lose."

When they laugh at the exhilaration, they smash each other\'s fists.

"... can you bet or something"

It was Fuyuko who said yes to potpourri. At the major martial arts tournament in which Gray participated, the country was at the forefront of the bet, and Fuyuko knew about it.

"Well, is your daughter more interested in betting than fighting?

That was the word of a dog old beast sitting on a bench set up around the arena. My eyelids are so draped that I don\'t know if it\'s open unless it\'s wide open. The unique relaxed tone gave relief.

"No, I\'m interested in both"

The Winter Sons, intrigued by the atmosphere they know in detail, approach the Old Beast Man.

Because the other person is obviously older, Fuyuko, usually in a pale tone, also replied in a respectful tone.

"Look, that\'s good. When it comes to a certain size in this country, the country and the host organization will take the stakes. Which tournament is your daughter talking about?

Fuyuko also answers this question.

"It\'s the tournament in five days. I\'ve heard that some of the most recent competitions are slow to participate and have a large number of participants."

The old man is nodding slowly when he hears Fuyuko\'s words.

"Um, you\'re right. And you can rest assured that the games will also be wagered. First of all, there\'s going to be a qualifying round, and the bet\'s going to start in the finals."

The old man answers Fuyuko while checking the form at hand in the first place. Fuyuko seems happy that she got the answer she was hoping for.

Apparently, what the old man sees is a list of competitions taking place here recently, with an amount of information roughly equivalent to what the Great Fai and the others received.

"Grandpa, why do you know so much about this?

"Ho ho ho, I used to participate in various competitions. Now I specialize in watching, but the battle of young warriors reminds me of those days. So the lords will be joining us, right? I\'m looking forward to it."

When the old man said that with pleasure, he stood up so much that he wondered what the wand he had and so on, and waved gently to Dahui and went somewhere. While surprised by the light movements of the old man, Dahui bowed his heads lightly each to show his appreciation for what he had been taught.

"That parent and child, and now my grandfather. At least three people are coming to see us fight. [M] You can\'t fight embarrassingly."

It was Autumn with Dahui, who had not originally intended to fight like that, but had a tighter look.