Texas, Go!

(Warhammer 3)

"Come to think of it, I never expected those two to join forces. I remember they weren't exactly friends."

Gavial looked at the two chieftains in the arena, then turned to Tomimi.

"I heard you were planning to take part in the festival too?"

"Uh, yeah, but there's no rush. Zumama is really strong. The Scar Tribe definitely can't beat her, so I'll wait until she's exhausted before I go up."

Caught off guard by Gavial's question, Tomimi froze for a moment before realizing what she meant.

"Ho ho, you've gotten smarter, Tomimi."

Gavial praised her from the side. It was not an especially ingenious strategy, but it was quite practical.

"Hehe, I'm serious about becoming Great Chieftain too!" Tomimi looked delighted at Gavial's praise.

"Come to think of it... didn't that Zumama bring any underlings with her?" Doctor asked curiously as she watched the girl in the arena.

"That's true. I don't think I saw many people from her tribe. Look over there, that's all there is!" Tomimi pointed into the distance.

Gavial nodded thoughtfully.

"Huh, their equipment's pretty good, but there really aren't many of them. Heh, is she planning to copy me and knock everyone flat by herself? Interesting!"

Gavial's words and mannerisms were nothing like those of a medical operator. It was honestly rather absurd.

"Enough talking, enough talking. They've already started fighting up there!" Gavial pointed upward excitedly.

"...The gap in strength is far too great. There's nothing to compare... The winner will be decided soon." Bai Ye had little interest in it.

This fight was not even as interesting as the last one.

Facing a whole crowd, the girl called Zumama single-handedly sent them sprawling.

"S-So strong!" Doctor cried out.

Although she had seen plenty of operators powerful enough to destroy heaven