Editing Masou Gakuen HxH:Volume 10 Chapter 6 (section)

===Part 1===

Grace was at the field of the arena in that day where snow was floating down relatively calmly.

「Hmph……I never imagined that I will come as far as another world to fight in arena.」

Grace looked around the vast arena with diameter that reached 10 kilometer. There was audience seat more or less, but after all it was an arena with diameter of 10 kilometer, so the spectators were also sparse.

However all the spectators were also warrior that fought in the same arena. They were opponent that she might fight someday. They were sending zealous gaze to the arena trying to grasp the true strength of the fighters.

And then there was also the figure of Aine, Zelcyone, Quartum, Gravel, and Aldea at the front row of the audience seats, observing the fate of their comrade with bated breath.

「However, what a sad number of guest this is.」

Grace whispered jokingly, and then she gazed at her opponent with a wry smile.

「Yes……if this is Vatlantis, this match will definitely be a gold card with all the tickets sold out.」

Lunorlla of Quartum spoke apologetically.

Grace and Quartum also fought several matches in this Odin world. It was for the sake of earning their daily provisions. And so after they obtained the minimum required rank, they stopped making challenge from their side.

However yesterday, the battle system was revised.

According to Odin, a compulsory matching would be carried on.

The reason was for the sake of stimulating even faster evolution――they were told.

「Good grief……we wanted to avoid conflict between comrades though.」

「But, conversely we can manage this any way we want, so perhaps this is more convenient. Even if we cut corners, or if we decide before hand who will be the winner, it will be as we pleases.」

「Umu……」

The audience seats were really heating up compared to the calm two. They jeered or yelled to quickly kill each other. When they looked up, Odin was looking down from the balcony of her palace.

「She is being a spectator huh. When I think this is for amusing that woman, this is really not funny at all.」

「Isn’t it fine, if we think that this is for our own entertainment in the end.」

Lunorrla said hesitatingly.

Grace also nodded in delight.

「You’re right. Then, the true strength of the Colosseum’s god of death, let me take a thorough look at it.」

「As you command.」

Lunorrla drew out a twin swords from the wings of her magic armor『Seles』.

And then Grace also drew out a feather from Koros’s wing and transformed it into scythe shape.

Aine held her breath while observing the two who took fighting stance.

――Grace……Lunorlla.

The distance between the two was less than three meter.

Lunorlla’s both hands that were holding short swords were dangling down limply, Grace was also putting her scythe on her shoulder causally. Neither of them was making a stance, their posture was natural.

It even seemed like their calm talk just now was still continuing.

However there was no smile or anything in the expression of the two. It seemed they were full of opening, but there was actually no opening at all from both sides.

They said consoling things like how it was possible to do fixed game as much as they pleased, yet both of them were completely serious. Perhaps they were enjoying this match that was difficult to realize in Vatlantis from the bottom of their heart.

The surrounding was jeering seeing the two who were only staring at each other.

The spectators who were tired of waiting raised up their hands.

Thick cloud was covering the sky.

Snow was raining down.

Wind was blowing slightly.

The spectators above the wall were howling.

Snow was piling up around ten centimeter thick.

Flash crossed.

Snow whirling up from explosion.

The body of the two passing over each other.

Lunorlla’s swords were cutting through empty air.

The scythe of Grace that was passing through was hanging on Lunorlla’s neck.

――It was Grace’s victory.

The audience seats returned to silence instantly.

After a few seconds where it felt like the time stopped, cheers rose from the audience seat. Aine and others also sighed in relieve. Quartum’s Clayda and Ramza high-fived each other and shared their happiness.

The scythe was taken off from Lunorrla’s neck and Grace smiled in enjoyment.

「Hrm, a contest of only martial art like this is also something fun.」

「It seem that we also satisfied the spectators.」

Lunorlla looked around the noisy spectators and sighed in satisfaction.

However――,

Looking up at the balcony in the palace, there Odin was making a face as though she had bitten something sour.

Grace snorted looking at that face.

「Hmph. We have been conforming to the rule. That woman cannot make any complaint.」

Odin hit the floor with Gungnir that she was holding like a cane. That strike shook the whole palace and made a thundering sound that was like earthquake in the arena.

The audience seats fell silent and silence ruled over the arena.

「The match is decided. The winner is Grace.」

Odin spoke the result dispassionately.

「Well, it’s like this.」

Grace grinned.

「Then, the winner Grace――」

Odin’s right eye glinted fiercely.

「Kill the loser.」

Shock ran through the arena. Aine, Zelcyone, and also other Quartum doubted their ear.

「Wha……?」

「――Wa, wait. What is the meaning of that?」

Grace looked up to Odin and spoke with shrill and nervous voice.

She felt like she was suddenly pushed down a cliff. The last fence that she thought to be an absolute safety was easily erased by a single will of someone else. She was shocked when she understood that.

Signal that notified Grace of danger rang inside her heart. Her body turned cold, and her ear was buzzing.

「The meaning is exactly as I stated. The loser is to be granted death according to the rule change. After all if it’s not like that then nobody will fight seriously.」

「Wha……we were fighting seriously!」

「If you lose after fighting seriously, then surely you won’t have regret even if you die.」

Odin’s voice resounded in the arena.

「Death to the loser! Death to the incompetent! That is the law of Odin from here on! If you say that you refuse that……」

Odin swung Gungnir and pointed its tip at Grace.

「Then the winner is to grant death to themselves!」