Will the Re-Summoned Hero Live as an Ordinary Person

The atmosphere of the venue was warmed by the exuberance by the front seats.

An announcement echoes at the venue.

"Thank you for waiting. It's finally the militant king division finals! Let's introduce the athletes first."

That said, I spread my right hand wide open.

"Firstly, the first person enters from the west gate. The final tournament brings down two powerful players, General Ingard's son Tobain and Knights of the Kingdom Part I Captain Santana, in one blow. Isn't it still burning hard in your brain the way both names, called the winning candidates, lost without hands or feet? Gargis, the White Tiger Beast!!

After that call, Gargis enters. When the figure appeared, a great deal of applause and cheer arose.

"Continuing, what the hell is your face under the mask? This is also a dark hose. In the final tournament, this is Carlos, an S-rank adventurer who was said to be a winning candidate, and Rayshaw, who defeated Rayshaw after a fierce battle by using multiple magic tools. Masked Knight, Gray of the People!!

As at Gargis' admission, he was welcomed with great applause and cheer.

When the referee confirms that the two men have come to the center, he turns to the king of the VIP viewing seat.

"Continuing, I would like to give you a word from the King before the match here"

"Gargis, both names of Gray have won this far in the middle of a fierce battle. This tournament is a traditional tournament that has lasted more than a thousand years, and I want you to fight for your historic winners. That's it, good luck!

The king, who hates long greetings, concluded his greetings in short words.

The audience, who knew it was the usual thing, applauded the greeting.

"Thank you. Are you both ready?

To the word of judgment, both Gargis and Gray nodded.

"Now we will start the militant king division finals!!

Gray had a fiery demon sword in his right hand and a windy demon sword in his left. Gargis unleashed a powerful blow as he approached Gray in a moment as he stepped out with the signal of initiation. That blow had all its power amassed, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the best thing that ever existed compared to or surpassed the Second World War.

Gray avoided it by twisting his legs and upper body, and fired a blow there by the fiery demon sword. The blow was thought to reach Gargis, but the metal noise echoed into the venue.

"I didn't expect to get around to defense with that blow."

Gray's blow, thought to have completely cleared the gap, had been prevented by the armor of his left hand.

"I didn't think you'd avoid that attack."

The blow of the demon sword of the wind unleashed by Gray before Gargis' reply came was also prevented by the armor of his right hand.

The two distanced themselves to be played.

"You, you didn't mean it at all from qualifying to this point, did you?

Gargis asks Gray as he stands.

"Well, I don't know. I'm just certain that the blow was my last chance."

When Gray returns the question that way, he runs out toward Gargis. But there were flaming bullets floating around it. Produced through fiery demon swords, they had more concentrated magic than anything Gray would normally use.

While running, Gray makes his way through the wind magic aisle to where Gargis is and runs through it.

"Let's go!

The flaming bullets were released simultaneously to Gargis, and where they landed and exploded, a thrust by the Devil's Sword was launched. Gray also took the form of being caught in an explosion, but was never hurt by his own use of magic.

And the attack by the Devil's Sword also felt the hassle of being damaged by Gargis.

"Gu, I didn't know you were going to see a faster blow than my offense. But!"

Grasp the Devil's Sword stabbed on his left shoulder with his left hand and seal Gray's movement to unleash a blow by Gargis' fist on the empty torso. Not even the best blow, but it doesn't change that it was a full blow.

"Sorry, that's a prospect too"

There awaits the demon sword of the wind, and the right hand of Gargis was blown away by the wind magic that wrapped its full body.

"Do you want to do it yet?

Gray sticks a fiery demon sword out of his shoulder to Gargis. There was a lot of blood coming from his left shoulder, and his right hand was only slightly damaged by wind magic. Moreover, he was burned everywhere by the first flaming bullet attack.

"If I told you I'd still do it in this state, you'd be an extra idiot or an extra pervert"

"Right. So, are you that idiot?

Towards Gargis, where the answer would be swept away, Gray asked questions to fold.

The interaction between the two was resounding in a quiet venue. The audience was uniformly breathing and waiting to see what Gargis would answer.

"... Oh, I just want to say yes, but this is just tough. The referee, my loss. Ask for early treatment."

Gargis turned to the referee only in his face and admitted to losing.

In time, I should have fought only a few minutes. But the audience was losing their sense of time in the battle between the overwhelming strong and the overwhelming end that goes far beyond it.

"Shit, winner Gray!! This year's militant tournament, the winner of the militant king division is Gray!!

When the announcement of the referee, who managed to squeeze his voice, echoed the venue, a cheer rolled around triggering it. At the same time, the medical team goes under Gargis and performs the magic of recovery. When the first aid was completed and the wound was confirmed to be somewhat blocked, it was carried straight to the infirmary by stretcher. Medical teams are also available in the infirmary to further enhance the healing magic's effectiveness.

Gargis, worn out and sent to the infirmary full of creativity. All attacks are sealed and intact Gray. The difference in strength between the two was clear from this result. The way Gray fought so far was in tune with his opponent's power and he was fighting to enjoy the fight itself. However, Gargis, the finalist, felt that he was in high danger of losing in the way he fought, so he changed his weapon and other gear to win in a way that would crush him unilaterally.

"... after all, seriously fighting is not lacking in fun"

Gray snapped so under the mask.

Deena, who was watching it, applauded with a full grin for seeing Ethereal's strength. On the other hand, all the faces of the VIP viewership looked difficult. That didn't even change the king who suggested participating in this tournament.