Land of Beginnings.

  The place where most swordsmen gather, the three stadiums in the Land of Proof.

  But it was hard to find talented people.

  Unlike the two stadiums which carefully accepted selected gladiators, this place was a testing ground to see if people were really worthy to go ahead.

  It was a place where anyone could knock on the door without any restrictions, whether it was a young man who ran away from home, or an old swordsman who was on the verge of death.

  Nevertheless, the Land of Beginnings was popular.

  Rather, the audience preferred this place.

  The charm which came from uncertainty.

  A unique atmosphere where a seasoned veteran and an idiot could stand together, mixed with a bit of anticipation at the possibility that they might discover the next master.

  Add to that the proper betting, the feeling of exhilaration which came from unpredictability.

  The apprentice pointed to someone.

  Andre, turned there.

  And what caught his eyes was a young blonde with a gentle impression whom he had seen during the first test.

  “…”


  And it was the elf Hinz, who was writing something down while looking at the young blonde.