Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing! Chapter 24

“Now then, it's finally semifinal, the first match is partic.i.p.ant Ortemia, who advanced to this stage with her overwhelming magic, vs partic.i.p.ant Miminhotp.”

When the moderator's voices echo inside the Colosseum, Ortemia holds her chest-tall staff in her hand.

It seems that the staff has an effect of raising her magic power. However, since having a weapon makes it harder to move, most people don't use them nowadays.

It seems that the staff has a material that's easy to transmit magical powers such as magic core, however, since its weight is proportional to its size, it tends to affect the movements of those who wield it.

On the other hand Miminhotop is empty-handed.

I stare at the projected image. One of them will be my opponent in the final so there's no reason not to watch it.

When the beginning of the match is declared, the first one to move is Miminhotp. He rises a wall of the earth around Ortemia.

“Partic.i.p.ant Miminhotp suddenly launches a wide range skill! Oh, partic.i.p.ant Ortemia blocks it with water magic! Exactly as textbook, instead of evading she chooses to put up a defense.”

Even so, their magic invocation time sure is short. It's almost zero.

As expected people of B rank sure are powerful.

“Partic.i.p.ant Ortemia, in response to the previous attack, she's forming a dragon with water… Oh, what amazing magical powers density! Will partic.i.p.ant Miminhotp be able to withstand this?”

The water dragon flies toward Miminhotp. It's quite fast.

However, Miminhotp nimbly moves sideways and evades it.

“Partic.i.p.ant Miminhotop decides to evade it!”

However, the water dragon that should've been evaded by Miminhotop, it turns its head toward him.

Its eyes are locked to the target it has to bite.

“This is…. The water dragon is chasing after him!? It hits him! This is… knockdown! Victor, Partic.i.p.ant Ortemia! Partic.i.p.ant Miminhotp, your advances have to come to a stop here.”

The water dragon turns around and bites onto Miminhotp's body.

To be able to chase its target, what an amazing magic. If I haven't seen it before perhaps even I wouldn't be able to evade it.

Rather than evading, would crus.h.i.+ng it head on be better, I wonder?

I still want to consider about it more, but I cease the thought there and head to the Colosseum.

“The next match is, magic sword wielder, Partic.i.p.ant Leonir, vs the savage unchained by rules, partic.i.p.ant Yuri! I'm looking forward to this match as well.”

Who are you calling savage unchained by rules? Isn't my introduction a bit too mean there?

“You are a friend of that elf before, aren't you? I hope you can avenge her.”

Leonir sticks out his tongue to provokes me.

However I'm not perturbed at all. I only think that although his appearance is pretty decent, his personality is simply terrible.

If it was the me until a while ago, I might've been enraged, though. This is also thanks to Firia.

I stare at the creepy man before me and give him my pieces as well.

“Don't talk to me, your mouth stinks.”

“Huh? Don't fvck with me, you gorilla.”

“Compared to you, gorillas are much better.”

“… I've decided, I'll fvcking kill you!”

Veins pop out here and there on his face.

Good grief, youngsters these day are very quick to lost temper.

“I shall have the verbal battle stop there. Well then, with both partic.i.p.ant seems to be eager to fight, looks it'll be another fierce match…. Very well, her we go… the second match, start!”

“Oraa!”

Leonir immediately shoots wind magic toward me.

Instead of avoiding it, I decide to face it head on.

This is a magic that even that frail firia could endure a couple of times, so there's no way I can't endure it.

“Tch, don't you dare to look down on me!”

Leonir wildly swings his sword and shots numerous wind magic my way.

But they worth nothing. They can't even cut my clothes.

I approach slowly and stand in front of Leonir.

“What the h.e.l.l are you! …Eat this!"

Leonir swings his sword with all of his might.

Losing in endurance against my body, the swung sword breaks.

Well, that is the natural result, though. If you want to cut my skin then bring me s.h.i.+nigami or someone on his level.

“Is that your all?”

“… huh?”

“Is that your all?”

I glare at Leonir, who's showing expression as if not understanding what just happened, in front of me.

“A… A….”

“It's my turn then.”

To Leonir, whose sword has broken and is dumbfounded, I put my whole energy into my arm and punch him.

Letting out 'mekyo' sound, Leonir's blown off until the audience seats.

“My word! Partic.i.p.ant Yuri, his body is unscathed even after being slashed directly with a sword! On the contrary, partic.i.p.ant Leonir's sword broke instead! What a very abnormal body he's got there! Partic.i.p.ant Yuri advances to the final!"

I return to the waiting room.

Finally it's the final round. I will fight against Ortemia.

I look around inside the waiting room and eventually spot Firia's figure, I sit next to her.

“… It's finally the final.”

“You're right.”

After exchanging two or three words with Firia, we both fall silent.

And like that the final match time has finally come.

“I'm going.”

“Take care.”

My aim ultimately is the champion. That's all.

In the center of the Colosseum, I'm standing face to face against Ortemia.

The pressure makes my body itches.

Wonderful, I want to fight her as soon as possible.

“At long last it's finally the final, I suppose there's already no need for introductions. Partic.i.p.ant Ortemia vs. partic.i.p.ant Yuri! In a few minutes the strongest person below A rank will be decided!”

To match the stage which is the finals, the moderator is presenting with higher tension.

Just an idle thought, but isn't it kinda strange to give the 'strongest' t.i.tle to someone below A rank?

…But well, now isn't the time to think about that kind of thing.

What I have to think about right now is how to defeat the girl in front of me.

“… Good luck.”

“Yeah, good luck to you too. Let's have a good fight”

“For my brother, I will win.”

Ortemia says so expressionlessly.

Having poker face is good because it makes it harder for the opponent to read what you think.

But that's impossible for me. When fighting against a powerful enemy, smile will inevitably crawl up onto my face.

“Well then… Final match, start!”

First is to close the gap. Against magicians victory follows those who attack first.

I always consider my opponent whenever I use my muscle magic, and against someone like Ortemia with such delicate body, I think using muscle magic is a bit too much.

When I think about such a thing, from the s.p.a.ce I'm heading to, in front of Ortemia, tsunami-like violent water current comes forth.

“Come if you will, with this the match is over.”

Without any chance to evade it, I am swallowed by the raging ultrwide wave.

Water keeps on gus.h.i.+ng out for about ten seconds before it eventually stops.

And then, the one left there is the standing-still dauntingly me.

“That was quite a good magic.”

The flow of water that made me unable to move sc.r.a.ped me of my stamina more than I expected.

It's like a muddy stream after a typhoon.

“…how tenacious.”

Ortemia's magical power turn into a water dragon. As expected I can't just keep on standing still and receive her magic over and over.

I quickly kick the ground and take a distance from Ortemia.

The created water dragon turns its head and fly toward me while twisting its torso.

“Ho!”

I dodge it and jump midair.

Against the gravity, my body keeps on moving upward.

I'm just floating, not flying.

By constantly kicking the air with my feet, I can keep floating in the air. This is exactly the fruit of my training.

However, the water dragon also follows suit and fly to the sky.

The scene when the dragon climbs to the sky is just like divinity. The spectators are also involuntary holding their breath witnessing the scene.

However, such a thing doesn't matter to me at all.

After floating high enough to easily overlook the Colosseum, I stop kicking the air, and then I punch continuously to press the air.

And then, they collide with the incoming water dragon at super high speed.

After that, I land a kick to the water dragon.

Its body explodes and falls to the ground.

“… then, one more time.”

Ortemia creates another water dragon.

At this rate it'll take forever to end the match, huh.

I decide to imposingly face the impending water dragon head on.

The approaching water dragon is emitting vitality as if it is actually alive, I feel like I can even hear its heartbeat.

This magic is certainly amazing.

But, it's a bit too simple.

It's my third time seeing this magic, and I've already grasped its trait!

“Ha!”

Skillfully operating the muscles in my whole body, I bounce the water dragon back towards Ortemia.

“Wha, what a surprise! The water dragon suddenly turned against partic.i.p.ant Ortemia! Could this be partic.i.p.ant Yuri's reflection magic!?”

It's not, it's muscle magic.

I inwardly correct the moderator's words.

“!?!?”

Even while bewildered, Ortemia still manages to defend against the water dragon that I reflected with a s.h.i.+eld of water.

However, while desperately defending against it, she lets her vigilance down on me.

I close my gap with Ortemia in that very instant.

“!?”

“Checkmate.”

I grab Ortemia's arm with my left hand so that she can't escape, and then I strike her body with my right hand.

Receiving my punch directly, Ortemia's delicate body's blown away and doesn't rise up again.

“What a very splendid match that I was involuntarily stunned for a while. Partic.i.p.ant Yuri has defeated partic.i.p.ant Ortemia and thus hereby become the champion!”

I won the tournament.

There was nothing worth mentioning during the closing ceremony. I was simply given words of congratulation from the higher-ups.

Well, I also received congratulation words from BabandonGas, though.

“It's regrettable that my sister couldn't win, but it was a good match,” he said.

BabandonGas, he's kinda stern but still a good guy.

As soon as the ceremony was over, I headed back to the inn with Firia.

“It was very tiring, wasn't it?”

Firia jumps onto the bed. It is a dynamic dive with her limbs extended.

And then she lands on the bed while making 'bofun' sound.

“Ah, right, congratulations for winning the tournament.”

“Yeah.”

Although Firia says so, I feel a bit unsatisfied.

Although Ortemia was certainly strong, she still wasn't on the s.h.i.+nigami level.

“The closing ceremony was way more tiring than the tournament itself. Chatting with the higher-ups wasn't fun at all.”

“I have to agree with your the second point.”

“What about the first point?”

“I don't even understand its meaning.”

I'm sure you actually understand.

“Oh, yeah, that, the one you used during at the tournament, that wind thing.”

“Ah, you mean 'Wind G.o.d'? What's wrong with that?”

“Yeah that one, please shoot it on me too, that sounds very fun.”

“Absolutely no. Using that is very tiring, after all. The invocation also takes a very long time, it's still an incomplete technique.”

She makes a very reluctant face…. What a cheapskate.

But, to invoke Wind G.o.d, she has to stand still to make it stand, huh? Oh, that one's funny.

“That's not funny at all, you know?”

Firia slightly smiles smugly.

To peek into my mind without permission again. Very well, I also have a good idea to counter it.

“Firia, peek into my mind now.”

I say so and begin to imagine. Of course the partner is Firia.

I drive my whole imagination power to embarra.s.s her.

Specifically speaking, I imagine we're holding hands while staring at each other.

As expected kissing is a bit too much even for me. Although it's only an imagination, the stimulation will still be too strong.

After imagining like that for a while, I turn towards Firia while expecting her to have bright red face.

This is her punishment for making fun of me.

“… Huh? Are you seriously trying to embarra.s.s me with that? Hee~"

Somehow she's grinning widely instead. How come?

“You, we're holding hands, you know? Aren't you embarra.s.sed?”

By the way, I am embarra.s.sed.

“….Yuri-san, even with such an appearance, your heart is unexpectedly pure. That's a bit cute.”

Firia shows the evil face she has whenever she's making fun of me.

That serves only to intensify her mocking instead, you say?

“Just why! There's supposed to be no flaw in my plan!”

“Yup yup, your right. Yuri-san ish a bery lewd child, light?”

“Stop talking like that!"

"Ah, Yuri-san."

"What's it?"

"Congraculas.h.i.+on fo winnin da cournament."

"Like I said, stop talking like a d.a.m.n child!"

In the end she keep teasing me for the rest of the day.

I think rather than me having a pure heart, it's more because she's a bit more mature than me.