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

Is this what it means to be dangerous?

Alisa and the Vicomte won two rounds in the same way as they did in the first round. There is no other way to express it in "Throw and Strike" or "Grab a Human Handsword". Well, with some exceptions, the participants are amateurs who boast power. There is no way to beat the master of the road. It's a natural result.

All matches of the two rounds have now been completed.

Technologies, power, and speed. It can be described as a pointy fighting style for the three of us. As an audience, it must be a beautiful and enjoyable tournament.

What, the last of the Best Four? Well, I guess you're an amateur who boasts power. I think I've often won this far. In a way, you're luckier than Kent. However, since it was a dick match every time, it's the most worn out. Nearly intact countess is next, so if we don't have enough luck, we won't win, will we? Dear Sadness,

And lunch break.

Luka-specific tuna mayonnaise and spicy soba noodle rice balls are served at lunch. The meat slurry tasted like chilli pepper. It's delicious enough even if it's not soy sauce or miso flavour. That's my mother's beloved apprentice.

"My mother-in-law taught me my favorite flavor. You will continue to make a lot of delicious rice. Ufufu"

I feel like I'm steadily grabbing my stomach. It may already be too late. Well, if you can eat a delicious meal, that's fine. Delicious is justice.

When the stomach is full, the movement is dull, so keep the amount to about five minutes. I'll make up for the missing amount by mof-moving Wu, Tarojiro, and Pee. Mmm, filled. No, it's rising! Ten more years to fight! But I don't want to keep fighting like that! Good luck today and relax from tomorrow! My job... is to be alone.

With this, the semi-finals are finally over after lunch break. A match with strong enemy Alisa is waiting.

Even in the waiting room, you can hear the noise in the audience seat. It looks like the venue is getting pretty heated up already.

The reason comes to mind. This is because it is the second and only match between me and Alisa, the smallest soldier in the competition. And the semi-finals. The numbers are crazy. On the contrary, we can expect thrilling matches that don't know what's going to happen. That's what I'm hoping for. Boyong Boyong.

That said, it has nothing to do with me actually playing the game. All I do is go up to the stage and fight and win. That's all. Already well prepared and energetic.

"All right, I'll be there."

"Be careful!

"Don't lose!

"Don't be mad!

"I'll get you a warm drink. Ufufufu. Ufufufu"

Turn your backs to the arena. I felt something wet in Luca's smile, but if I care, I'm sure I'll lose.

Along the way, she broke up with Sarasa, but she didn't say anything and nodded as little as usual.

... um, I don't know. Does that mean good luck? Or do you mean soft hands? If the silent salad doesn't say anything normally, it doesn't convey any sincerity. I don't know, so I put it on the shelf. I will also nod lightly and deceive you.

Through the hallway and from the audience seat to the visible position, the audience cheered a bit louder and a little unexpected sigh boiled.

That's right, I'm naked this time.

"Ufufufu, ufufufufufufufu"

Luca's laughter didn't stop. Don't worry about me! Focus on the game!

The latitude of Wangdu is around Osaka or Nagoya. It is only March, and the temperature is low. It probably hasn't arrived fifteen times even after lunch. The venue is outdoors, so the wind blows. I wonder if the body temperature is about ten degrees. You will feel chilly even in your jacket.

Because of this situation, even if you wear clothes, it is not normal to take them off. Even now in the tournament, there were no athletes in thin clothes who could move easily, but no athletes in naked clothes.

Even though it's just the upper body, there's a naked boy out there, so it's going to happen all the time.

Honestly, it's cold! Even if it helps to strengthen your health, it doesn't relieve the cold. At best, it will make it harder to catch a cold. I want to finish early and have a warm tea.

But this is what I thought of as a countermeasure to Alisa. It is also a countermeasure against ancient martial arts. It's the best way to win.

Looking at the stage, Alisa was already up. He is sitting face to face near the center, with all the grass off.

"... I see, you've been thinking about helping me. I wasn't just a man, after all."

I'm sure she's already in combat mode, Alisa says with a sharp gaze. It's never too loud, but it's coming to my ear. The voice is not as warm as it has ever been, it is cold and stiff. I wish I didn't have "help."

"I want to do everything I can."

"It's going to be a very busy life, my friend."

"Yeah, I've already realized that. But it doesn't matter because of her gender."

"I see. I can't help it if I'm convinced."

As I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, Alisa stood up quietly with no stars on her face. Grasp the grass at your feet and proceed to the edge of the stage, carefully aligning it. The direction is this way. Looks like a suicide throw when you're facing out from the arena. No, such a custom in this world (?) I don't know if there is.

When I went near the center of the arena and bowed towards the audience seat and the box seat, Alisa would bow next to me in the same way. There's no such thing as a trick, but I think we should do something about it. I have a royal family, by the way.

It can be seen that Princess Wanpaku is held in the lap of His Royal Highness the Prince. You're an absolute amulet, Your Highness.

Walk a little and face Alisa at a distance of about five meters. Alisa is also standing quietly facing us. Your whole body is weak. Is this a natural entity?

Gooooooon.....

The bronze bell rings at the start of the match. I keep my left leg low in front of me and move slowly and in a left-hand direction.

Alisa, on the other hand, put her left foot forward, but she didn't drop her hips very much. I'm faster, so I'll have to deal with it. As expected.

The fingers of both hands are slightly bent. From there, you can punch, slap, and grab.

He's slowly changing his orientation to my movements. You're ready to wait. I don't even move the face that I sometimes put in, and I don't shake with a firm stance. There is no gap. I sweat on my back, which is supposed to be chilly.

I can't help it. Get ready to take a bullet. That's what I was gonna do.

Previously, Alisa's battles were often settled by sleeping moves (pounds) after throwing the opponent. Maybe there are strangulation and joint moves just because I didn't use them.

However, I don't think there are many squeezes or joints. This is because ancient martial arts are battlefield martial arts and often presuppose one-to-many battles. If you lie on the battlefield long enough, you will be attacked and killed by other enemies. I think there are quite a few joint moves aiming at the neck that can kill the opponent with a single blow.

However, since the rule is not to kill the opponent this time, even with such a joint technique, it will not be used. Probably.

In fact, no joints or squeezes have been used in these games. In most games, the final decision was to throw it off-site or hit it with a sleeping move.

"Throw" was the starting point of victory here. When thrown onto a stone floor, the pain stops breathing and moving for a moment. If there is a chase blow in there, anguish is a must even for large adults.

That's why I've been doing everything I can to keep it from being thrown. That's this naked upper body. The risk of being thrown decreases as long as there are no clothes to be grabbed.

In addition, no matter how cold it is, if you exercise hard, you sweat. Even if you are grabbed by your arms or wrists, you can easily escape if you slip with sweat. The likelihood of being thrown is even lower.

This is a defensive maneuver. It's strange to say that naked is defensive. Some kind of classic 3-DRPG carrot.

From here on out, it's a plan to attack. It's a way to attack and win.

I hold my hands in my fists and put them together in front of my chin. Then shake your head irregularly to the left and right to avoid squeezing the impact. It's called "Waving in Peaker Boo Style" in boxing. The one Mike Ison used to do well.

Fill the distance with wrinkles. A little upset by the unfamiliar movements, Alisa leaps into her pocket for a moment!

Alisa lowers her head (with a duck) as her left hand hits her, and slams her right knee down with her left elbow as she pursues her. All right, I jumped in without a bullet!

It was in Alisa's pocket that she arrived. She has Alisa's breast in front of her. Uho.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Intercept the rising right knee again with the left elbow, and the right elbow, which is dropped from above aiming at the medulla oblongata, twists its body and receives it with its right shoulder. If there are signs of movement that can be detected even if it is not visible, it is the only way to prevent it. It hurts a lot, but if you're ready, you can handle this much.

"Gu!?"

Push the left hook up to the right flank with a recoil that returns the twisted body. Riverblow. For a moment Alisa stopped moving. In addition, tap the right hook onto the left flank and the left short upper onto the dovetail continuously.

Alisa covered herself in misery, trying to hold her from the top. I think I'll crush it and take it to sleep.

"Giggle!?"

Use the spring of your knees to get a head thrust on your lower jaw. Alisa groans at the woman for immediate pain. In that gap, the left and right punches further into the body.

Alisa holds my head and pulls out her left and right knees, but intercepts them all with her left and right elbows. Gradually, Alisa's knees stopped rising. Isn't it pretty swollen already?

Zero distance. That's the answer to my battle against Alisa.

Not only ancient martial arts, but fighting at zero range rarely happens. It usually takes some distance to strike.

And when it comes to tightness, it's unexpectedly hard to throw. Because it takes some distance to break your body to throw. It would be understandable to see the opponent's hips (center of gravity) as far away as possible from them in international competitions such as judo. Sumo, most of the decisive hand is pulled out or protruded. Throwing from a tight state is surprisingly difficult.

Sometimes in games and cartoons, "one-inch punch" is a super close blow, but it doesn't really seem to be very powerful. There are stories of "eaten and blown away", but it's actually a kind of aikido that uses the reflex of the opponent to greatly lower it. So it doesn't seem to do much damage even if I take it.

However, it is not unlikely that there is no combat technique that can be used to fight a blow with an effective blow at zero distance. One of them is boxing.

By imposing the restriction of only fists on himself, the punch was sublimated to the realm of art. And they even created techniques such as "Strike in a Close State", which cannot be used in other martial arts. The twist of the body and its impact with the spring of the knee are powerful enough to destroy the human body even from a tight state.

The culmination of science, violence, and obsession with victory, that's boxing.

The history of boxing is shallow, and ancient martial arts are in a sense the opposite poles. And perhaps Alisa's Mathura style doesn't have that knowledge. I don't know anything about Mathura, but that's five minutes. No, I think I'm a little better off knowing all sorts of other martial arts. Then we have to do it!

Body, body, body, body. Left, right, left, left.

Dropped elbows are received on the back and shoulders, and hooks, upper, hooks, and hooks are applied to the body.

Alisa stepped back in a relentless, repeated body attack. But I'm faster. Fill the distance at speeds greater than the speed of escape.

Then punch the body again.

"Ah"

It didn't settle.

Alisa, who had been hunted down to the end of the stage, stepped on her grass, slipped her legs and fell. And go off-site.

"Until then! Winner, Baron Beat-Face!!"

The Judge declares victory. At the same time, a huge cheer roars at the training ground. No, it must have been roaring all the time. I just didn't get in my ear because I was focused.

Hmm.

So this is the final, huh?