Sword Festival arena scaling

At the moment of detonation, screams of agony sounded from all over the venue.

「D-Direct hiiit! What an immense blast from the cruise missile! It looks like the audience was protected by mage-knights, but the ring is so covered by flame and smoke that we can't see a thing! Is Contender Kurashiki safe…!?」

「No, he must be dead!」

「Even if that's true, there's no trace of him left!」

Naturally, because a Tomahawk was a cruise missile designed to destroy battleships or fortifications. It was not firepower for use against a single individual. A direct hit from that would leave not a single piece of meat behind.

And yet—

「Eh?」

As the black smoke cleared from the venue, it slowly became possible to see the ring, and both the audience and the broadcasters swallowed a breath. In the ring, Kuraudo was indeed not there.....

All eyes moved toward Kaga's feet.

「Footprints! The ring's made with special concrete for Blazer use that can withstand a missile, but he's left a pair of clear footprints as if it was on muddy beach!