After finishing his work, Serra returned to the inn to rest.

Of course, he truly didn't need to rest but he had to put up a show.

He was acting like his appearance showed after all.

He stayed in his room to rest.

While there, he was busy concocting potions.

He made batches of high quality potions.

Potions for fatigue, blood lost, energy and various for various aftereffects of combat.

For example, burns dealt by remnant fire qi or other effects of various techniques.

Practioners of medicine needed to prepare various medicine for all kinds of events.

On the battlefield, you needed to be able to determine what the patient's condition is and the correct medicine to heal it. Furthermore, you need to deliver it immediately in dire conditions.

Thus, it's often necessary to make pills and various potions for the various injuries you expect your team may face.

He didn't bother using his power to accelerate it and simply made them as he once did in the past.

Serra recalled some old events in the past.

"Back then, I used to do this a lot. I was always extremely busy."

He recalled.

"After arriving here, I've remembered a lot of past events didn't I...? This is just like a trip to memory lane. I remember my old friends back then."

He remembered a lot of old memories he was quite fond of.

"I was just like these kids back then. It's pretty amusing."

He spent his time concocting medicine while immersed in memories.

Of course, the medicine were high grade.

After a while, the others arrived.

By then, Serra was already finished concocting medicine and was resting.

"You're here."

Serra smiled and passed some medicine to them.

He only passed the ones that had immediate effect and those that restored their strength in battle.

"Oh. These are? These medicine are high-grade!"

Lilia said surprised.

She wasn't shocked too badly.

This level was the average in the tournament.

Among supporters that is.

The others eagerly took theirs.

"Good. With this, we have a good chance of winning!"

"Hm. There are limits in the amount of potions we could take. But since these are all high-grade potions, it's fine to take any one of these."

"Limits?"

Serra asked.

"Ah yes... I only explained the main tournament rules. Aside from the main tournament format, there are rules such as limiting the grade of artifacts, potions, seals and other items. There's a limit to the number of potions one could take. Since the tournament is there to test one's strength.Not one's wealth."

Luisa explained.

"That makes sense. What's the limit?"

"Around 10 potions. For the reference, all potions used by the contenders are intermediate or high grade."

"I see. We won't be inferior in this regard then."

Suddenly, Aies posed a question.

"Wait. Those limits external strength. What about techniques? Especially forbidden ones."

"That's a good question."

Luisa nodded.

"Since they're all a part of one's strength, there's no limit. Learning techniques depend on one's comprehension even if one has a good master. But forbidden techniques are forbidden. Especially those that aim to kill or deal great damage to oneself. All the participants are the cream of the crop and are the next generation. This tournament also serves as a sparring competition so that the current generation can test themselves against the best of the world."

She explained.

"So killing and crippling the opponent is forbidden?"

"Yes. The referee would stop it immediately. The people here would eventually be the pillars of their organizations. If something happens to them, it would be a great loss for those involved. Thus, it's been banned."