Will the Re-Summoned Hero Live as an Ordinary Person

The semi-finals of the militant king's division were to take place between lunch breaks, and the finals were to take place the following afternoon.

Aotearoa and Deena returned to the arena after lunch at their usual store. Aotearoa turned to the modem as Gray, and Gargis was already here, meditating on his eyes and increasing his concentration. Gray decides to meditate his eyes a little further away and wait to be called.

Then a while later, the attendant came into the depot to get Gray.

"Mr. Gray, it's time for the game, but are you ready?

"Finally called, I'll be all right whenever you want"

"Now, this way, please."

Guided by an attendant, Gray headed into the aisle to the stage.

"Good luck."

Until Gray was called, Gargis did not utter a word of encouragement towards Gray's back as he headed into the aisle. Gray does not turn around, but raises his right hand to answer the encouragement.

Going through the aisle and onto the stage, Rayshaw was just about to come up from the opposite side. Rayshaw had never represented many emotions in a game before, but there was a grin on his face.

Delight in being up to the semifinals? Excitement due to being featured? Thinking about the prize money you get over fourth place? Various reasons are presumed, but none of them.

Rayshaw's gaze was nailed to Gray, precisely to Gray's waist.

"Sword of water...... really good"

The crush never reached anyone's ear, but the Gray being seen was noticing the madness behind its eyes.

When they came to the center of the stage, Rayshaw spoke to them.

"Hey, what's that sword called?

"... it's Andine"

"Nice name. That's the Devil's Sword, isn't it? You don't have to hide it, because you have all that power. At a glance, I see."

Rayshaw's cheeks were reddish and both Gray and the referee found him excited.

"Hey, let me touch you for a second. I'll give it back to you right away, okay?

Gray shook her head silently.

"Oh, my God, you're an asshole. A little bit better...... then, let's bet!

That's what I said. Rayshaw was getting more excited when he came up with a name proposal.

"... what are you betting on?

"It's each other's weapon, mine's. Let's bet these two we used even in the first round. You put that andain on."

The referee, who should have stopped, was barely pressured by Rayshaw's frantic expression and could not speak up.

"Why are you so obsessed with this sword? Those two are quite the devil's swords we have now."

"That's... because I'm the Devil's Sword Collector! I like demon swords, I don't want to bet on these two if they're true. But your demon sword, the desire to get it from the sight of it, cannot be suppressed. The character as a sword, the rarity as a demon sword, which is very first-class. I never heard or saw a sword like that. So take the fight!

It wasn't too much to be appreciated for the weapon I made, but I couldn't lose this sword because I'm promising to give it to Deena.

"This sword is supposed to give way to people when the tournament is over. So..."

"Then it's about Yeung! Give me a chance too!!

Normally, when we exchanged greetings in the center, we were supposed to distance ourselves and the game would start. But the venue starts bothering the two people we discuss in the center forever.

"Even if they say so..."

Against Gray, who didn't shake his head vertically, Rayshaw sat grounded as he did when he looked ready.

"Please! Bet me and that sword to compete!!

The voice of Rayshaw even reached the audience and VIP viewers.

"... okay, but with permission to operate. And you don't have to bet on that weapon. Instead, if I win, I'll lend you one, and if that's okay, I'll take it."

"Lend me one, right? Okay, I don't mind that. No, so please! Right, that's good!

When Rayshaw said so, he appealed to the referee.

"No, even if they say so, it doesn't mean they'll admit the bet during the tournament..."

The referee was stuffed, but he was troubled.

"Admit it!!

Voices echoed in the venue. The Lord of the Voice belonged to the King who was in the VIP viewing room.

"We are convinced of each other, and if that is what increases the fever of battle, let's admit it!!

The king's voice settled the matter.

"Thank you!

Rayshaw thanked the king deeply and nodded toward Ethereum, distancing himself from the center. When Aotearoa nodded back, the distance was taken and the starting position was reached.

"Uh, I'll check. If Rayshaw wins, give him the undains Gray has. If Gray wins, it means Gray owes one to the Rayshaw players. Do you both mind?

Rayshaw and Gray nodded at the word of the referee.

"So, the first game of the semifinals. Begin!!"

The announcement of the judgment signaled the beginning.

Rayshaw placed the Demon Sword of Fire and Ice in both hands, respectively, and Gray set up Andain. The two of them were asking how to get the other guy out, even when they got the signal to start but didn't move.

The only reason Gray wouldn't move was waiting for the way out of the Rayshaw, but the Rayshaw wouldn't... there was another reason why he couldn't move. I suggested a gambling match with losing momentum to Andain's charm, but I was actually feeling its strength on my skin by trying to confront Gray.

"You're not coming? Then we'll go this way."

By the time Gray's voice reached Rayshaw's ear, Gray had already moved.

"Look, just take a blow...... stop it"

Slash down Andine through magic for Rayshaw. Rayshaw succeeded in crossing the two and preventing that blow, but Gray made one attack after another and Rayshaw was on the defensive side.

"Damn, this is Jiri Poor. Somehow, I won't give it back!

Magic was cast on the two swords, releasing the magic of flames and ice to Gray. There was a powerful force on both sides, and Gray took it with an andain and bounced it backwards.

"Hmm, I don't know why I'm doing this."

Gray was under the mask, grinning.