The underground tournament

"Heh heh heh. This tournament is the perfect underground event for beating ya, nya!"

"Oh? Let's hear what kind of rules it has."

… I'd already made up my mind to participate without even hearing the rules. Though if magic was banned, I'd totally bail.

But if Magic Tools were allowed too, I wouldn't mind having the Five Elders go all out.

"This tournament is… a rock-paper-scissors-bonk tournament, nya!!"

"R-Rock-paper-scissors-bonk!?"

Why does this other world have that game!? … Well, I suppose it's the kind of thing that could pop up without any reincarnators being involved. Whatever, doesn't matter. If it exists, it exists!

But why would there be a tournament for that kind of game, and an underground one at that?

"And it's not just any rock-paper-scissors-bonk tournament, nya!!"

"D-Don't tell me it's the brutal kind where you use real swords and actual helmets…?"

"Huh? No way, nya. Who'd enter a tournament where ya could die, nya! That's terrifying, nya!"

Oh, it's not? Well, I had no intention of killing Misha anyway, so that's fine.

Misha cleared her throat with an ahem.

"Let me say it again! It's not just any rock-paper-scissors-bonk tournament, nya!!"

"Oh? So that means…"

"Strip! It's strip rock-paper-scissors-bonk, nyaaaaaaa!!!"

Are you serious, Misha? You're a genius. Let's be best friends.

"Heh heh heh, I probably can't win through raw skill, but with rock-paper-scissors! And if it's a speed competition! I should have a chance to win, nya!!"

Heh heh heh, if I bring socks and have my opponents wear them, that'll make sock collection a breeze…

That tournament is worth way more than any Divine Artifact!! (In terms of SP.)

Dea-kun quietly raised his hand.

"… Um, can I not participate after all?"

"Eh!? But I was so happy when you said you'd protect me…"

"… I'll participate…"

Dea-kun has officially entered! Misha, let's do our best!!

"H-Hey. I know I got swept up in the moment earlier and asked if ya wanted to join too, but ya don't have to push yourself, nya? I just need to fight this one here…"

"I-I'll do my best…!"

"Heyyyyy!! You! Don't go forcing such a cute girl into this, nyaaaa!!"

Misha roared at the sight of Dea-kun getting a little teary-eyed.

"Huh, am I the villain here? Weren't Misha and I in the middle of teaming up!?"

"Why would we, nya!? H-Hey, little missy. Seriously, ya don't have to push yourself, nya? If ya lose, ya'll be exposed to the leering gazes of greasy pig beastkin old men and the like, nya? And even though the sticks are soft ones made of rolled-up fur, getting hit still stings quite a bit, nya?"

"… I'll be fine…!"

Ugh, Dea-kun is so admirable…! Do your best! Please!!

"By the way, is that really enough to make it an underground tournament?"

"Well, in the risque sense, nya?"

"Ahh, I see."

Apparently the prize money's pretty good too. Not that I need money right now!