Amid the deafening, frenzied cheers of the countless spectators, the second round of the elimination tournament finally began as scheduled at around ten o'clock the next morning.
"..."
In the arena, Kuroko Shirai stood with a stern expression. A faint, embarrassed flush colored her cheeks, but she held herself perfectly straight in the biting morning wind, her Tokiwadai Middle School uniform and skirt fluttering around her as she faced the Orc standing across from her in the center of the arena.
She'd heard from Index that the Orc was a powerful Warrior from the Horde of Azeroth, and apparently some sort of commander, too. He was incredibly strong, and fought with savage, unbridled ferocity!
The day before, he'd charged straight into a commander from the Karthus Kingdom—some guy named Keith—and knocked him unconscious with ease. Then he'd punched Keith so hard that his head had sunk into his neck.
But...
Kuroko didn't take him seriously. Though she was publicly known as a Level 4 spatial transportation esper, in truth, she'd long since become a Level 5 esper, just like her beloved onee-sama. She no longer had to abide by the limits of "five meters, seven kilograms."
And now, faced with the kind of brute who relied only on raw strength, she had plenty of ways to deal with him.
"..."
As he faced off against Kuroko, the Orc standing in the arena watched her in silence, waiting impatiently for the match to begin.
"Garrosh Hellscream!"
With a little time still left, Garrosh rumbled out his name. A massive pair of tusk pauldrons rested on his shoulders, a ring pierced his nose, and he was bald. He carried a two-handed axe.
"Woman!"
"State your name!"
Then he slammed his axe into the ground, indicating that it was Kuroko's turn to introduce