Regarding the evolution of the trash skill 「prediction」 into 「everything I say becomes true」Living a

"The first stage ended with the White Horse team dominating. It's stage two op time."

"Both teams, that's pretty good. And the White Horse team forecaster, he was incredibly confident."

"Yes. It feels like I believe in the perfect forecast. He's handsome."

"Tomorrow, you'll have an amazing queue at his place. Especially women."

"No, no, if you're an adventurer or a merchant who really wants accurate forecasts, men will queue up, too."

"Right. That perfect forecast is amazing."

Come on, don't be so perfect forecast.

Increasingly, I feel more harmful to adventurers.

Now, we're gathered in the forecasting room for seven Black Cat teams.

The first person to open his mouth was Masset, the team leader.

"Well. Everyone had a hard time. Jute's predicted to hit us."

"I'm sorry I missed one head"

"What, that's an error, because even the six-headed forecast is with the selection members and the gear."

"It's easy for you to say that."

"I did, but that guy, can you really predict perfection?

"I don't know."

"Let me ask you about him in the forecast."

"Eh, that feels like canning..."

"So is that. This is the best game I've ever played."

"Yes."

In the first stage, there was no damage at all.

The linkage play between the three swordsmen and the wizard was great.

"Okay, next stage. Let's hear the forecast first."

"Right. Nice to have a question."

"What would be the second stage demon?

Ping-Pong Pang Pong

"It's a burning bull. That's two big eyes, too."

"A burning bull!

"What kind of demon is a burning bull?

Masset explained it to me.

Burning Bulls is the type of Devil Bulls that have a fire attribute.

A cow with a thick horn on its head, shining bright red just as the horn did when it heated iron.

When you get poked at it, you take burns in addition to the physical damage.

The entire body has resistance to fire attributes, as well as magic resistance.

"Then the magic won't work."

"That's right. Cecil's off this time."

"Too bad. You can use water magic, but you can't because it's magically resistant."

"Yes, yes. I need to report the forecast."

Talk to the silver demon stone.

"Stage two demons have two big burning bulls."

That goes on the air as it is and cheers from the audience.

"The audience will be thrilled. Unlike an oak, a burning bull is strong."

"That's two big ones, too. Will it be all right?

"Don't worry, Jute. Because scorching bulls have fought at our party."

"I was relieved to hear that"

Masset and the others began to prepare.

They say the spear will be the central gear this time around.

A recoverer enters on behalf of the wizard Cecil.

"Well, I'll be there."

"Oh, come on, appeal to the audience."

"Now, forecaster, you two are here. First, let me tell you what you two predicted."

Look at me and the handsome forecaster. The announcer says.

Don't make me have weird moments.

"Your two forecasts are together. Two scorching bulls."

"" Together?

Then I synchronized with a handsome forecaster.

"Except"

"" Except?

Again. The reactions come together.

"The forecast for the Black Cat team is a 'big' burning bull. In contrast, the White Horse team is a '270cm and 280cm' burning bull."

What? That much detail?

"Because my forecast is one in which I actually see a vision. You can gauge the size. I've also put in a size and predicted it this time."

I don't know, is it really something you can hit to size?.

I totally doubt it.

"Now, finally, the game begins. The demon gate has been opened. What came out of it was a bull. That's also horns shining bright red. Definitely a scorching bull. That's big, too. Size... I just don't know. Please wait until the end of the match to see if 270cm and 280cm are correct"

Both team fights began with gear to fight the Bulls.

"Whoa, I did it. A warrior from the Black Cat team jumped over the cow's head and punched a spear in the back of his head. The bull stops at nothing. This is working. Oops, I fell. More spears are stabbed. Is this in the favor of the Black Cat team"

Wow, Masset. You fight like a crook. But the other one had a warrior bounced off. A healer just hung the magic of his heel.

"The White Horse team plays beautifully in tandem. Instead of heading toward two bulls each, one immediately plays another bull's chase role while one plays a pigeon against one bull. We have now defeated one head in an unusual collaborative play."

Indeed. The other team is very used to fighting.

"But the Black Cat team defeated another scorching bull. Fast. We defeated all demons in three minutes and twelve seconds."

Yay. Now we win this side.

"The White Horse team, too, has now defeated the second head, three minutes and 23 seconds."

Damn, that doesn't make a lot of time difference.

"This time the Black Cat team defeated the demon first. Stage two is over."

Big cheers.

"But another struggle remains. What is the size of the burning bull defeated by the White Horse team? The measuring squad is on its way. Now the measurement has begun."

"It's 282cm and 269cm!

High-volume cheering.

"Amazing. I hit the size of a scorching bull with an error of only 2 cm and 1 cm. The White Horse team's forecast is divine."

"Well, that's about as much of a true forecast as it should be. You think it's just one wrong head count or something big or something? That's the best forecaster I've ever seen."

Guru.

I won the game, but with the accuracy of the forecast, it's a complete defeat.

A handsome forecaster who is very natural.

Meh, I'm upset.