Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

"Both scattering sparks before we fought! Magic Sword user Leonil vs. Phyllia, who attracted the audience in a beautiful battle in the qualifying round. Which way will the goddess of victory smile? Game three, let's go!

The MC had an audience and declared the game open.

Declarations are made, but soon, or Leonil waves his sword.

But it is clear that the distance between the two is far apart and not between swords.

Do you have any tricks with the magic sword?

Well think normally...... I guess magic comes out of the sword.

"Get your teeth to me. Bye!

A sword cut out of the sky. The magic of the wind is ejected from its sword tip and strikes Firia.

I feel unspeakable passing through the expectations.

Phyllia flew into space and avoided the magic.

In that gap Leonil approaches Phyllia and waves his sword.

But Firia let the lightning magic from close range strike her before she was slashed by the sword.

"Huh!?

"That's an unproductive voice."

Feelia turned her right hand to the blown Leonil.

A flame pops out of my hand and strikes Leonil.

"It's on fire. Leonil, do you want to get some rest? Yes, no, this is! Leonil, it's wrapped in flames. Is it an ability!?

MC was right, Leonil was wrapped in flames.

Leonil laughs.

"Ha-ha. Did you think I won? I'm sorry to hear that. My ability is" flame-eating. "The flames don't work!

Leonil waves his sword again.

The magic of the wind strikes Phyllia, but Phyllia prevents it with water magic.

Not good............. When fire magic is sealed, it becomes a tough development for Phyllia.

... No, if you've been specially trained with me, Phyllia should still be stronger than that Leonil guy.

I drank my spit and watched the battle of Firia.

"Here, give it back!

Leonil attacks Firia with the magic of the wind. The magic had a mix of flames unlike before.

Although Phyllia has succeeded in avoiding it, the flames blur her clothes and her clothes burn lightly.

Phyllia, who confirmed that her clothes were burning, made a cold voice that would make the listener bottom-cold.

"It's the clothes Yuri bought me...... I won't forgive you anymore. One or eight, but this will do. Don't resent me."

Phyllia pulls out of her body when she says that, and hands down sloppily.

I've never seen it before. Did Phyllia tell you to keep it?

Leonil waves his sword at Firia, who sees the situation as an opportunity.

Phyllia avoids the magic of the wind and flames emanating from the tip of her sword. She doesn't even show it.

Keep hitting, but Phyllia remains stunned on the spot.

"What is it? I don't know what to do! Don't hesitate! Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Kuh! Ahhh!

Leonil waves his sword unscrupulously and the wind magic is disturbed. Phyllia got it all.

Phyllia's body is already melting. Her clothes were also torn and her abdomen was exposed.

"Expose yourself to death, elf!

He waved his sword loudly, and likewise the great wind magic approached Phyllia.

"It hurt. … I will give it back to you."

A terrible breeze blows around the filia, and Leonil falls.

And behind the filia a giant human shape about ten meters was shaped by the wind.

But Phyllia is already full of creativity. Breathing is rough and fluffy.

"Hey, what the hell is that! It's against the rules!

"It's the wrath of the wind gods. Be quiet…… die."

The wind god waves a fist of wind against Leonil.

Leonil also waves his sword, but the wind god's momentum does not diminish.

And the moment the fist of the wind god struck Leonil - precisely at that moment, Phyllia fell like a thread had been cut, and the wind god misted.

"Well, this is... Fielia's stun makes Leonil a victory."

The MC announces victory or loss with a bewildered voice, and the audience sends a patchy and sparse applause.

I guess the audience is incomplete burning, but that doesn't matter. I headed to Phyllia.

"Phyllia, are you okay!

"Yuri......"

Feelia seems to have regained consciousness by healing the Healing Wizard.

"Best of all, I did...... I couldn't. … eheheheheheheheh"

I cheer when I say "I'm sorry," but those hands are shaking.

The smile made me feel hot in the back of my heart.

In the first place, Phyllia's strength would have beaten his opponents to that extent.

I lost this time because Phyllia put blood on my head and bet on the big moves.

And the reason for that is that they burned the clothes I gave them.

No matter how much I see that fight, there's no reason I don't think anything.

"Take the coke. Leave it to me."

"I'm not worried about you this time. You can win, right? Please... or win."

"You don't have to tell me. I intend to.... I'll buy you some clothes again."

Phyllia blushes her eyes, but she doesn't weep. I'm about to shrivel my fighting spirit.

Seeing him, I thought.

This tournament is not for me, let's fight for Phyllia.

Let's beat that Leonil bastard up for Phyllia too. That's what I decided.

"Game four, it's Yuri vs. Coltpup! You two go to the Colosseum!

Following MC's voice, I headed toward the Colosseum.

The MC is reading up on our explanation, but it doesn't come to my ear.

I don't care about that. Let's get started.

"Then it's game four!

I get close and beat up.

But the fist cut off the sky.... up there.

"Colt Pup, I floated myself in wind magic and took refuge in the air! If magic can't be used, it could be a tough fight for Yuri!

Then I won't.

I release a pistol fist. The opponent fell to the ground.

"Oh my God! Yuri, it looks like we could use some wind magic too! This is strong!

The MC seems to think that what's now is wind magic, not muscle magic, but I don't care.

I wanted to fight my next opponent sooner than that.

"That concludes World War II. Next up is the semifinals, long before that! … in healing time."

MC invites laughter with a devious trick.

I was surprised at myself as the restroom also soothed the air.

It's getting too hot.

Getting hot isn't necessarily a bad thing, but you can't not even come in the MC's words.

I was blind.

We need to calm down somehow.

I close my eyes and get heartless.

Turn off the noise around you and think for yourself.

After doing that for a while, I thought it was time for me to open my eyes.

Soon Phyllia held my hand.

Thanks to the healing magic, you don't seem to be worried about getting hurt anymore.

"What is it? Don't surprise me."

I have a colder voice than I thought I would.

"Excuse me. I just wanted to say something. Yuri... don't try to fight for me, okay?

"…… What does that mean?"

Phyllia squeezed my hand.

He stared straight into his eyes and wandered slightly.

"Yuri, because it seemed like you were coming up with something. If it had been Yuri earlier in the game, the first blow would have determined the battle.... I think Yuri is strong because she only thinks about herself. So fight for yourself."

I was... worried?

If you think about it, I've only fought for my own pleasure so far.

Maybe he's not used to fighting for others.

... or I guess it's not for people or something like that in the first place.

It's only natural that you can't help yourself by doing things that aren't right for you.

"Thank you Phyllia. It's all right now. You've been taking a good look at me."

"Heh? Well,... well. He's one of us."

Filia that makes her face thin and red.

I don't know why, but I decided to fight for me.

Thanks to Phyllia, I'm fine now. I was sure of it.