I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

Make it the second day of the regular practice exam, the last day.

Finally, the advanced class tournament began.

From the tournament battle, an audience of off-campus officials enters.

Nobles, high officials, knights. Outside of that, leading players in the Wang Dynasty and various guild officials were also here to watch a large number of games.

Tournament one.

"Here's the thing, it doesn't have to be this way"

I spoke to myself in the mock cockpit.

That's the tournament fight, if you don't defeat me, you can't be in the top four of the Knights training frame.

Opponents have stood up to each other with their own spirits.

Of course, we'll do everything we can against you.

Retract the opponent's zigzag progression with a light arrow (Magic Missile) projectile.

Shooting while falling back is a treat for me right now.

"It's time for you to end up."

I feel the corner of the field approaching, I step in the pedal on my right foot.

I change direction at right angles due to a blast in the right vernier.

It's not difficult if you don't even fall apart, such as traveling by wind magic with one foot.

And that would be easy if I had the precision of my posture control.

"Yes, have one"

With my shooting, the opponent's right leg Bernier blows up.

Now I can't go through with the wind magic anymore.

Opponents nowadays shouldn't have been clever enough to storm in one-legged Barnier.

"The abandoned assault is a mess."

Reminds me of bitter memories and bends my mouth.

Ever since I started, I've been shooting at my feet to crush Barnia.

Now there are no more anxiety elements.

I hit with an arrow of light (magic missile) every now and then as I circled around my opponent for a full hour.

(What do you say?

Having been judged by the referee's instructor, I rise from the mock cockpit and put my chest up in the audience.

"What is it now?

"Is that it?

Something's bothering me.

My fight didn't seem very popular.

I can't help it, so I'm leaving.

Instead, the wrong student threw a contemptuous gaze at me.

(That ponytail, shall I pull it out)

Just for a second, I thought so.

Other games than mine are a big boost.

The cheer of supporting both sides is echoing.

And then the tournament two games began.

"Hmm."

My opponent had a shield.

On his left, he's equipped with a big kite shield.

I snort.

Finally, something seems to be taking care of me.

Damage to the shield does not count toward the point at which you determine your advantage.

I mean, no matter how much I unleash a magic attack, if I take it with a shield, it's fine.

Of course, you can't settle for just taking it by shield.

The next move, carried out by the Golem with a shield, is an assault with a shield.

"But unfortunately, it's already taken care of."

Assaults utilizing the shield's defenses are never novel.

"Perhaps."

I will shoot as I turn to the other weapon's side.

It's hard to take with a backward shield because it keeps spinning around all the time, which makes you hesitate to storm.

And I keep too far away, just in case.

"Right there."

Beyond the range of motion of the joints, shields can be unprotected.

We can manoeuvre each other, so we can do that.

Damage at least, hits a few rounds.

The winning judgment scale leaned heavily towards me.

"Now it's gone. Come on, what do we do, Pony?"

The other guy threw a contempt gaze at me earlier, Ponytail.

Let me show you how you're willing to recover it from here.

"Coward! Fight with dignity!

Suddenly, she screamed in the cockpit.

"Oh?"

Exactly unexpected, surprised.

Observe with interest what you do next.

"Don't run away!

With that said, the ponytail golem has stormed as he abandoned his shield and wielded his sword with both hands.

"Huh?"

I don't want to deal with him, so I turn the ramp aside.

Then tap the arrow of light (magic missile) into the empty back of the passing opponent.

Ponytail's golem broke down with the momentum of the assault and my arrow of light (magic missile), so he couldn't step on it and jumped straight out of the field.

Exactly. I'm silent, too.

What are you doing? I only have the feeling that

Golem, out of the field, lost his link and fell to the floor with a rattle.

"Fuck yeah!

Ponytail regrets slapping the edge of the cockpit.

Me, I don't know one thing right now about where I regretted it.

Naturally, I got a victory verdict off-site.

"I see, it's the inferiority of a man who must be rumored"

"Are you going to be a knight pilot, without even a sword"

"No, you thought desperately about being a coward. We have to appreciate that."

I hear voices like that.

More than just now, the blurring is greater.

After all, the audience doesn't like the way I fight.

There was nothing I could do, so I pretended not to hear.

And the semifinals.

Feeling light.

In an earlier victory, the top four are confirmed.

In other words, it is certain that you will be able to participate in the Knights' training.

From here on out, it's not a battle you'll never lose.

"That said, the target is too bad and I don't feel like I can win"

The opponent of the semifinals is a child of nobility.

This guy is strong. Current advanced class, definitely number one.

I've never won.

I sincerely rejoice in the good fortune of not competing in Game 1 and 2 of the tournament.

Our golem will meet at the starting position.

Slightly farther than melee range.

"Both sides, shake hands in the center!

The referee's instructor screams.

You've never heard of that before?

See the aristocratic child.

Seems confused over there, too.

(If the referee tells you, you have to obey)

I'll walk the golem to the center of the field.

A little late, the golem of the aristocratic son also came.

Shake hands, not knowing each other very well.

"Let the game begin!

The referee's instructor screams that the hand he was shaking would leave, as he had foreseen.

(What?!

I'm stunned.

I don't declare the start of the game at such a close distance.

This is a complete melee range.

I mean, right now, if the game starts, I don't have a chance.

Ba and see the aristocratic child.

With an unpleasant look, I'm looking at the referee's instructor.

(Oh, this instructor, that was it)

That's where I noticed.

This instructor, who serves as a referee in the semifinals, used to send me the very warm words, "Talent and character means something else."

You wanted me to fight melee at all costs.

(Whoa?)

The golem of the nobleman turns his back on me and walks out.

And at the regular start position of the game, I turned around this way.

(Exactly)

I fall in love with that beautiful behavior.

The inferior instructor can steam and drink, even the skin on the crotch of his toes. You don't deserve to talk about people.

I'll turn my back and head back to the starting position, too.

The referee's instructor is a good skin. Her complexion turned bright red and she is angry and boiled.

"All right, let's get started"

Me and the aristocratic kid signaled each other and started the game.

"It's a complete defeat"

I shrugged in the mock cockpit.

The aristocratic child was strong.

I know what they're trying to do, but I can't help it.

Always in the lead, pushed into the corner of the field, bogged down in melee combat.

I lost and it hurts. But something's clear.

The venue is a lot of excitement because the aristocratic child won and I lost.

As a villain Phantom aspiration, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I wonder if I have helped this exuberance.

Our golem matched each other's fists and left the field behind.

Thus, my initial, regular practice exams were completed.

The winner is the son of a nobleman.

I won the third-place decision at my leisure and was third.

(Next month, I guess, training for the Knights. Is it time to finally move a real knight with this hand)

Oh, if you're away for a few days, what about taking care of the imosques in the meantime?

I was thinking about that on the podium, getting booed.

A few days later.

I ate and hung on the school side.

"The third place in the regular practice exam has never been able to participate in Knights training!

Yes, I was not allowed to participate in the Knights training.

It's not that the Knights didn't approve, it's that the school didn't approve.

To participate in the training, there is a school recommendation.

And recommendations have always been given to the top four regular practice exams.

I mean, this time, it was a complete sniper, and he took me off.

"Please explain!

With all the momentum of jumping, I cram into an older instructor.

I couldn't sue anyone, so I came here to talk to the greatest instructor I know.

Older people look annoyed.

This instructor found me at a knighthood event and invited me to the Pilot's School.

"If it doesn't explain, don't you see?

"What do you mean?

Older people sigh on my words.

"Maybe you should skip your work a little bit more."

I understand that statement. He said no.

Older people are the ones who invited me here.

So I was hoping you'd be more favorable to me than anything else.

Older people look at me as if they see something dirty.

I followed the instructor's office in anger.

(I've come this far. Almost there, even though I was about to reach the knight's cockpit)

I regret it, my whole body is full of strength.

And I also feel despair.

Understand that the knight's path to the pilot has been closed.

(I can't get a recommendation to the Knights if I don't do the same melee as the others)

Shake your head hard.

(But in melee combat, you can't leave a result like you get a recommendation)

It was such a heavy, dark feeling, like all the doors were closed.