I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

Cheers.

When I appeared on the stage, I felt the physical pressure of cheering up from the audience seat.

The training area is filled with guest seats, and the hallway is lined with spectators. Guests who would be related to the nobles in the VIP box are also busy. The exception is about a box seat dedicated to the royal family.

If we were to evacuate in a fire or something, it might be catastrophic to defeat Shogi. Tell the interior clerk (Leon) to be careful when holding the next meeting.

It's not just the training grounds that are crowded. There's a lot of people outside the training grounds. There are people on the roof of the building and perhaps on the bell tower of the temple belonging to God, which is nearly a kilometer away. You won't be able to see it from that far. Oh, do you have a telescope? Do you want to see it that far? Then there's no choice.

There is only one quiet place in such a training ground. In the middle of the stage, the Count is waiting for it.

The Vicomte stands in the middle of the arena with his arms together and looks down at me quietly. The magic that surrounds you gives you a good sense of how it feels today.

The Vicomte seems to be serious this time. Even your big, gorgeous body looks a few times bigger than usual. It's a common part of martial arts cartoons. "Gogogogogogogogogogogogogo."

Seriously, this is happening. No, maybe that's what it looks like because I know it. To take a closer look, the Vicomte on the stage is the usual Vicomte. I'm not making it huge like a freak from a squad. I don't think I need to summon a combined robot either. I couldn't call because I didn't make it in the first place.

Jump lightly and climb onto the stage. Yeah, the same height, the same size. Maybe it feels a little narrower with the Countess around? It's as big as ever.

The Vicomte has his usual fat smile on his scratchy old face. The clothes are the usual leather clothes and leather pants. The appearance is as usual, but only the atmosphere and magic surrounding it is different from usual. It's full.

By the way, just like in Alisa's game, my upper body is naked and I have a boxer style of shorts and shorts. If I get caught, it's over. It would be better if there were less fabric.

"As a matter of fact, I didn't think you'd make it. I'm small and inexperienced. But it seemed like my worries. You've always hidden your strength, Beat."

"No, honestly, it was close. I would have abstained from the finals if I could. It's not going to work because of the contract."

"Oh, I see. But thank you to me. It's because the opportunity for a snowflake battle has come."

"Hmm? Then I want you to have the same magical ants as you did then. No weapons, no magic."

"Hahaha, I guess that won't be a game."

Speak with the Vicomte on the stage. On the surface, it's as usual to laugh. But the Vicomte has a deep hostility? Murder? No, I'm motivated. It's not serious mode, it's super serious mode.

The Vicomte's word for "dazoya" refers to the battle I played when I left the village. At that time, I used my magic trick to win. Back then, the Vicomte didn't remember any physical strengthening. The use of magic is forbidden today. I won't go like that. It's going to be a tough fight.

Gooooooon.....

There was no athlete introduction or announcement, and suddenly the bronze bugle was sounded at the start of the match.

I step back quickly to distance, and the Vicomte drops his hips on the spot.

The Count is in a state of waiting. I'm faster, so I won't waste time chasing you. But I'm getting closer and closer. You're hungry for slow pursuit to the corner, right? Pressure (pressure) is not halfway.

I have no reason to know that and go out with him. I'll take a light step around the arena. The Vicomte changes direction to suit it, but at that time I stop the step and put in a light diving fence. Then move around again.

This is a nerve war. From the field, it would seem like I'm attacking, but I'm actually in charge. They are driving the rhythm mad and teasing them by showing them the "jump in" movement or by making irregular movements at a time when the Count changes direction.

If you can do this for a long time, the spirit on the waiting side will be very exhausted. Then you rush out your hand, making it easier to eat the counter. Boxing is a common strategy for outboxers. Boxing can be offensive, but there are no such rules this time, so you can keep doing it forever.

But the side that waits is not helpless. In fact, the Countess waited slowly and narrowed the distance. Being watched carefully puts a lot of pressure on the attacking side. If I go out in a hurry, I get a counter.

From the field, it would be a boring time with no flashy movements, but the two on the ring are already sharpening their spirits. "I would be a real boxing fan if I could enjoy this," said a college-era nerd fighter friend, but I didn't expect to practice it myself. I don't know what happens in the world. I didn't expect to be reincarnated.

The Vicomte doesn't seem to move at all. That's a wartime warrior, with a fat liver.

I can't help it, let's raise one gear.

Jump lightly twice, on the spot, and then start moving at about twice the speed you just saw. In an instant, we should be able to cut through 100 meters for nine seconds. If I'd trained in high gravity training, I'd be ready for breakfast.

Running around the arena in irregular high-speed steps for a while. There is a loud cheer from the audience seat. I don't know what you're excited about, even though you haven't fired a single shot on either side yet.

The Vicomte looks at me with sharp eyes. Looks like we can still chase him with our eyes. It looks like my body is still close. Physical strengthening increases speed and reflexes.

Hmm, that's right, Vicomte, it's still falling apart to this extent. Now, let's try one more thing. Gear Third. It won't be a black gorimacho.

Once again, jump lightly twice on the spot and then step clockwise around the Vicomte. Perhaps my steps now have reached a speed of less than seven seconds for a hundred meters. Metcha should be fast.

Actually, I can still speed it up, but this is the limit without the help of planar magic. If we go any faster, we won't be able to step on it when we land after the step. The friction doesn't work and it slips for a few meters.

The Vicomte opens his eyes in surprise. But that gaze captures me, but my body is not following me anymore. All right, don't go!

Take irregular high-speed steps to cut off the Count's gaze. Then turn around behind and tackle your left foot with all your might!

"Whoa!?"

Hang on to the legs and stop the Count from stepping on the hill and enduring! All right, I fell!

Quickly grab the left ankle of the Duchess I held onto my right armpit and lay me down on the body of the Duchess I fell facedown on!

"Guaa!?"

I twist the thick ankle of the Vicomte with my own strength! It's called "back achilles tendon stiffening" in jujitsu and pro wrestling. The Count will now feel the pain of being stuck with a lead stick in his ankle.

Before the match, I thought there would be no blows or throws for the Vicomte. Because the time and the power are too different. I thought I'd be caught in between throws and blows and dumped off the field.

If there's only one chance, it's an articulation, and it's a type of articulation that spins around the back. If you circle around your back, you won't be able to do enough even if you get caught. Not to mention, the village chief is too muscular to turn his arms to his back. The only safe area around the village chief, that's the back.

There are several joint moves behind the opponent, but I chose back achilles tendon stiffening. I decided to use this technique from the beginning. There are several reasons, but the biggest reason is that it is relatively easy to target. Anyway, just holding your ankle to your armpit makes your moves extremely powerful. Still, the effect is great. In addition, it deals irreparable damage during the match.

"If you don't surrender, I'll break your ankle!

"Ugh! Not yet, not yet!

The Count endured while sweating.

If I had as much power as the Vicomte, I could have jumped me with my legs. But I can't do it because it's perfect this time. I'm holding the Vicomte's right leg with both feet. This interferes with weight movement and standing up every time. There is no chance of escape anymore. It's only a matter of time.

The audience seat is a huge boom, and the level of cheering in the airfield is echoed. The screams are pretty mixed up. Maybe the people who bet on the Vicomte. It's hard to tell how amateur joints are, but I'm sure you can tell the painful Vicomte is pinching.

When I looked at the box seat, Princess Wanpaku stepped out of the window again... and the king stepped out with me. And both are being held hostage by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. What the hell is he doing?

Bishi!

What, just now? The stone wall beneath the king in the box seat?

Turn...

Gunshots! Sniper!? The King didn't notice! You just threw it away! The second real shot is coming! From where!? Over there, on that tower! That was a scope, not a telescope! No, we're already in the ambush position! Damn it, it's time!

Garin!

We made it! My plane unfolded in front of the King, preventing the bullet from reaching the edge! Even though I was aggressive, I think it would be amazing if I could call the ATFEED of the library and defend it. But...

"Gwaaaaaaa!?"

"Whoa, whoa, what's up, Beat!?"

Ouch! Damn, contract! I'm not being disciplined because I used magic during the match! This isn't about the game!

I suddenly solved the trick and suffered, and the Vicomte and the audience were confused without understanding the reason.

The King... did you notice that? The guards guarded him and went back inside. All we have to do is secure the shooter.

"Son, a guy with a gun on top of that tower is after the king...."

"What!?"

With my right hand pointing to the tower while enduring severe pain throughout my body, I answer. I don't know who's doing what around me anymore. I want to pass out, but I can't even do that. This is the pain in the contract, bad-ass, too bad-ass.

The actual pain was probably about a dozen seconds, but I felt it for hours. The moment the pain disappeared, I lost consciousness on the spot.

The next morning I heard about the victory of the Count in my syncope KO.