Episode 245 Survival Tournament (1)
The day has dawned for a full-fledged college league.
Colosseo Varangian Themiscyra participants knocked on the door of the Mage Tower.
The front door of the magic tower opened by itself as soon as I knocked.
It was like a creature opening its mouth.
“……Wow.”
The students who entered the tower couldn’t help but exclaim.
From the outside, the Mage Tower is just a tall and narrow building, but once you go inside, there is no spectacle.
On each floor, there were wide forests, lakes, seas, deserts, canyons where lava flowed, and snowy mountains with blizzards.
On the ceiling, countless stars gathered to form a constellation, and they gathered to make a huge Milky Way flow.
The sound of the waterfall running down the wall is cold.
Every time the water droplets hit the nearby mushrooms, a brilliant musical sound was heard, and glowing fireflies flew into the air.
Every time I climbed the stairs, the babbling brook ran coolly between my toes.
It filled up all the way to the knees, waist, shoulders, and head, and swallowed up all the space.
At first, the students who struggled and panicked about falling into the water soon regained their composure and began to enjoy the phenomenon.
‘Magic Water’ is also one of the Artifacts you can receive when you win the tournament.
This mystical water could be drunk or immersed in limbs, but it did not get wet when the head was placed in it, and it was possible to breathe.
“Wow, look at this! My clothes aren’t wet at all! They’re soft!”
“I can breathe and I can hear the voice clearly. It’s amazing-”
“But it definitely feels like you’re in the water!”
Students swam in this mysterious space, swimming through forests, mountains, deserts, volcanic seas, desert canyons, and the Milky Way.
And the higher you go up, the more new spaces, unusual topography, and mysterious natural phenomena are revealed in front of the students.
The essence of magic that distorted the laws of space and grafted different places together was the reality of the Mage Tower.
* * *
Before the battle for survival. There was a procedure in which representatives from each school gathered and discussed.
First and foremost, the top priority is to select the map on which this tournament will take place.
< Olympiad Survival Contest - Map Selection >
Lava Field (Inferno Hell)/Volcano (Charle Perro Great Crater)/Desert (Yuni)/Jungle (Red and Black Mountain)/Snow Mountain (Fortress Tochica)/Sea (Harsh Sea)/Abandoned Mine (Forgotten Lands)/……
Various terrains are presented as competition locations.
And the representatives of each school had a different topography they wanted.
The representative of the Varangians, Bakiraga, wanted a snowy mountain covered in snow and ice.
“Northern people are strong against the cold. Ice and snow are like blankets.”
Lovegood, the representative of Themiscyra, wanted the sea.
“Southern people are used to the sea. There’s no particular reason.”
Hohenheim, the representative of the Mage Tower, wanted a lava field.
“Because my specialty is magic that creates fire and lava. Huhuhu-”
And soon, it was the turn of Dolores, the representative of Colosseo.
“…”
But? Dolores was preoccupied with other thoughts.
She was now thinking about what had happened at the inn yesterday.
About Bikir!
‘Strange. No matter how much I think about it…’
How can you be so strong? Are men different? But is there such a difference in weight class?
During her school life, Dolores has experienced a total of three college leagues so far, and it was the first time she saw a male student confronting the Bakira family with strength.
That is also the first year of Colosseo.
‘The grades I got on the midterm exam, the knowledge comparable to that of Professor Banshee, and the suspicious demerit points…’ A
thought flashed through Dolores’ mind at that moment.
‘Could it be that the royal family entered the academy while hiding their identity…?’
What if this chirashi that everyone dismisses as just a rumor is true? If so, it makes sense to some extent.
‘But there is no evidence for that. Ayy, that’s not it.’
When Dolores is lost in thought, remembering Vikir’s face.
“Hey, saint.”
Vakiraga, who was next to her, called out to Dolores.
“What are you thinking about so intently?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Think about the arm wrestling match yesterday.”
As Dolores straightened up, Bakiraga grinned with a mischievous smile.
“How is it because your boyfriend is unexpectedly strong?”
“……yes?”
“When I was in school, I thought I was single for three years, so I wondered if I had any interest in men. It turned out that I was very picky about men.
“Yes? No, what
is that…” “Huh? Was it a secret relationship? Hahaha- I didn’t notice this. If it’s a campus couple, that’s possible. CC is a good time.”
Bakiraga chuckled and shook her head.
Dolores instantly realized the meaning of his words and tried to correct the misunderstanding. I couldn’t do that
because
the wheel that selects the map started to turn.
yet.
…Chunks!
The turntable stopped.
The arrow in the center was pointing to the map where today’s tournament would take place.
and.
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Vakira of the Varangians Hohenheim of the Magic Tower Lovegood of Themiscyra Dolores of Colosseo.
All four student representatives frowned at once.
< Olympiad Survival Contest - Map Selection >
Jungle (Red and Black Mountain)
The worst map for everyone was selected as the map for today’s competition.
* * *
Meanwhile.
The practitioners of the competition from each school gathered in one place.
North of the Round Table. Sitting there was a stocky, muscular man with a bushy beard and a helmet with buffalo horns.
On the south side, a woman with a bow and a sword on her back is crossing her legs.
On the east side sat an enormously tall old man with gray hair, white eyebrows and a long, full white beard.
Each is ‘Basilios’, the deputy director of the Varangians, ‘Hippolyte’, the headmaster of Themiscyra, and ‘Blue Whale’, the owner of the mage tower.
And on the west side of the round table sat a middle-aged man with dark long hair and deep eyes.
He was Professor ‘Banshee’, Vice Principal of Colosseo Academy.
The master of the mage tower, ‘Blue Whale’, opened his mouth.
“Heh heh – It’s an honor to be able to hold this year’s tournament at our Mage Tower. Bio to express our gratitude to the people in charge who have come a long way.”
He asked, looking alternately at the representatives of the Varangian and Colosseo.
“By the way, why did the vice president and the vice-principal come? Weren’t the director and the principal not at their seats?”
The question was why the second rank came instead of the chief executive.
At those words, Deputy Director Basilios expressed disapproval.
“Because of the ‘unsavory thing’ that happened last time, the warden is still recovering.”
“Oops. It’s because of that ‘Miss Ouroboros’ or whatever villain.”
The Blue Whale of the Magic Tower stretched out a finger and drew it once in the air.
Then, a newspaper article popped up in front of me.
[Breaking News] The Hound of the Night. An evil deed that knows no end!?
-(※This article has been corrected)- -The
worst villain in history, ‘The Hound of the Night’, ‘Miss Ouroboros’, once again revealed her fangs.
The students of the Varangian Training Center, who came on a school trip to the ecliptic last morning, were attacked by the ‘Night Hound’ ‘Miss Ouroboros’ and suffered great damage… 00 minor
injuries and 00 serious injuries… Among them, the head of the Varangian’s training center ‘……’ was also included…
Meanwhile, no fingerprints were detected on the ‘broken vodka bottle’, the only piece of evidence left at the scene… It
was a newspaper published in the past by the ‘Ryukion’, the newspaper section of the Colosseo Academy.
As the article said, the Varangian had once been terrorized by a mysterious assailant, and the aftermath seemed to still linger.
(As a result of a belated investigation, it was revealed that the being who attacked the Varangian was not a night hound, but Miss Ouroboros, and the cause of the attack was also found to be the work of a stranger due to animosity.) In this fight, the Varangian training director was seriously
injured Because he was wearing it, Vice Director Basilios participated in this place today as acting director.
Meanwhile.
“The reason why the principal of the school couldn’t come…”
The moment Professor Banshee was about to open his mouth and say something.
…Chunks!
I wondered if the wheel was spinning, and the map was confirmed.
Sea of red and black mountains. This is the terrain where 400 students from 4 schools must compete for survival today.
The topic naturally changed.
Seeing that Suhae was selected as the map for the competition, all the school principals swallowed a low voice.
“It turns out that the map that everyone hates the most has come out.”
“That’s right. Even if it’s difficult to find food and drinking water in places like volcanic regions and snowy mountains, once you get it, you can preserve it by drying it in the cool wind or burying it in the ground.”
“But the jungle is hot and humid, so everything rots quickly. It’s difficult to get food and drinking water because there are many things that are contaminated or poisonous.”
“…”
Before long, a large mirror containing the faces of 400 students floated above the round table.
This mirror is a legendary magic tool called the ‘Extra Eye’, which is said to be able to see the current situation of the desired person even from a thousand miles away.
Everyone was in awe of the blue whale’s artifact.
“Ohh. The Mage Tower’s ‘extra eyes’ are always mysterious.”
“You can see all the students in it.”
“You can clearly see what 400 people are doing as if they were right in front of you.”
“…”
Professor Banshee didn’t say much this time, arms crossed.
Eventually, the principals of each school began to chat while watching the students of their respective schools.
“So, who are the favorites to win this competition?”
“Isn’t that the Varangian’s ‘Vakiraga’, Themiscyra’s ‘Lovegood’, the Mage Tower’s ‘Snobbed Clown’, and Colosseo’s ‘Dolores’?”
“Well, those kids had the best grades among their peers in the competitions the year before and last year. There’s a high probability that those kids will get the Artifact.”
“…”
But Professor Banshee is still silent.
But he was staring blankly elsewhere.
Then, the heads of other schools ask with a puzzled expression.
“Deputy Principal Banshee? May I ask where you are looking?”
“Miss Dolores, the ace of Colosseo, is located on the other side?”
“The direction you are looking at is the one where the first graders are gathered.”
But Professor Banshee only snorts with excitement.
“Looking at someone else.”
With a cold attitude, as if he wasn’t interested.
