The Human Saint Is Bored, So I Was Summoned To Another World

Kuro's sleep was interrupted when the Rubinforth siblings barged into his cottage.

"Hey, wake up now, Mister Kuro!" Sophia began shaking him.

"Wha—" he was still disoriented, but he dragged himself up anyway.

"Come on, the Tri-Skill Tournament preparation begins now!"

"Huh?"

"Don't ask, just come with us!" William began pulling on his clothes.

"Alright, alright! Let me just put on a coat; it's cold outside."

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"…"

Banners were fluttering in the gentle breeze that has come through the plains, and he could see that there were groups of armored men coming and going around the place.

"Come Mister Kuro, let's have you register in that tent over there!" Sophia grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the direction she indicated.

Of course, Kuro had to come along, even though he's kind of weak, since he hasn't had his breakfast yet.

"And pray, my children, where are you taking that commoner?"

"!!!"

The three of them were shocked to hear a familiar voice call out to them. Upon turning around, they saw the Duke and his entourage of guards walking towards them.

"Uh…uhm…P-Papa!" William exclaimed, "It's good to come across you here!"

"Indeed it is, my son William!" the Duke answered in an indifferent voice, "I am about to come and see the preparations for the tournament when I happen to you walk towards the venue with that commoner."

Kuro was giving her a sarcastic look, while thinking, 'Good lord, brat! Your acting sucks, it's like you're giving away that you're hiding something.'

"Don't worry, my daughter Sophie, I know your intentions very well!" the old man declared, "It's not like I was born one long sleep ago. My answer shall be no, that barbarian cannot enter the tournament."

"!!!" Kuro, Sophia and William were shocked to hear his pronouncement; it's like he jammed the final nail on the coffin of their plan long before it even materialized.

Kuro was desperate. He wanted to help the Saint in any way he can, and his best chance to enter the tournament is through the plan of her siblings. But it seems the Duke has outwitted them…

"!!!"

An idea then came into Kuro's mind. He doubts if it would be successful, but he has to try somehow. It's better than doing nothing.

"If I may speak, Your Excellency…"

"No, you may not!"

But Kuro never intend to give up. He has to do it, for this is his only chance, "Your Excellency, please—"

Kuro was starting to get pissed. Well, if worse things come to worst, he'll just have to ask for the Saints' to bail him out. "Alright, you win, bald, old f.u.c.ker!"

"You said what?!"

"I thought you told me not to speak?"

The Duke was taken aback by his brash manner of speech, "I allow it! What did you say to me?"

"I said, you're a bald old f.u.c.ker! I had enough of your high-handed treatment of me, even though I'm a commoner, I still have my dignity as a person. Now, if you say you nobles are indeed superior to us, then I guess letting me join that tournament is a trivial matter to you!"

"What are you trying to say here, you boor?"

"Are you an idiot? You can't get what I'm implying?" Kuro's heart was actually beating like crazy, but now that his brain had snapped, there's no turning back on his words now. "I'm telling you to demonstrate your 'nobility's' superiority over us, who are commoners! Let me join that tournament if you're not afraid I can beat the shit out of your candidates and shame that shiny head of yours!"

"H-HOW P-P-PREPOSTEROUS!"

"Isn't it the truth?" Kuro kept on his offensive, "You're afraid because I might actually win even though I'm a hopeless commoner."

The angry, red-faced Duke remained silent for a few moments, but he never removed his scowl towards the insolent Kuro. His guards had their hands on the hilt of their swords, as if they're ready to strike the otherworld-er down any time after hearing his insults.

"…"

The noble and the commoner then engaged each other in a battle of stares. Neither side had the intention of giving up, but the Duke knew what he had to do. His honor had just been sullied by this foolish commoner.

"What you said about me is something I could not let pass." The Duke was seething in anger.

Kuro could only swallow his words; it's seems that this old guy won't take this lightly. Well, when someone calls you a 'f.u.c.ker', it's pretty understandable after all. One may find themselves beating the bloody pulp out of the person who insulted you.

And to think the Duke is an esteemed member of this country's nobility.

"You…" the Saint's father was noticeably shivering, and he was already fuming mad. "I could take that disgusting word you just said about me, but you passed your tolerable limit when you took notice of my head!"

"…" Kuro couldn't understand what the old guy meant by that. Did he just hear that this guy prefers being called a 'f.u.c.ker' than 'bald'?

There's something wrong with his head…

"Sure!" Kuro nonchalantly replied, "And if I win, you'll listen to every word I say!"

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Armed with a special permit from the Duke himself, Kuro was able to enlist in the candidates' roster for the upcoming tourney. Actually, it was Sophia who wrote his application, and William is the one who made sure it was processed on time.

"That's some good tough talk, Mister Kuro. I never saw Papa that angry and humiliated in all his life." Sophia commented while they were waiting for William to finish, "Though, if it was in other circ.u.mstances, I don't think I'd spare you from insulting our father."

"Haha…" Kuro could only laugh awkwardly, "I don't intend to do that, Your Excellency. My parents raised me well to know that I should be polite with my elders. However, aside from the fact that I can't take his insults anymore, we're pretty desperate to enter the contest, right? So, I provoked him into allowing me."

"Hmm…now that you explained it, I can see the merit in such action."

"Well, I'm pretty desperate to win as well…I don't want to lose my head in this world…"

"Ha? This world?"

"I-I mean, this c-country, yes."

"You have my gratitude, Your Excellency." Kuro bowed in the most formal way he knew before the Saint's younger sister. "And I deeply apologize for my insults to your father."

"Hmm…no wonder the Marquise Monfort puts her faith in you." Sophia was impressed by his gesture. As a result, she strongly felt she had to do something to save this brave commoner from a tragic fate.

She had to talk to William about it in a bit…

"Hey! Your registration for the tourney is done, Mister Kuro!" William then came over to their side the moment he was done with the papers. He gave him a bronze medallion.

"What's this?"

"Ah, that indicates your group in the upcoming combat. So basically, you'll be assigned to the Bronze group."

"I see…"

"And so, we'll have to find you a proper weapon in which to fight with."

"Alright then, lead the—" Kuro's face suddenly turned pale, "Wait, what did you just say?"

"What, you can't be fighting in the tourney without a weapon, Mister Kuro! Do you have a death wish, or something?"

"No, no, no! I thought it's just a tournament?"

"It is."

"Then why are we using weapons?"

"Mister Kuro…" there's a look of horror in William and Sophia's faces, "Perhaps you don't know that a Tri-Skill Tournament is a game of injury and possible death?"