Less than an hour later, the individual battle finals begin. According to the tournament board, today's audience entrance is the finest ever, and with that, inevitably, there will be more users of the stalls and wagers installed in the venue, and the laughter of those in the positions above will continue.

"Tenma, are you nervous?

My grandfather here as my second thought I was nervous in silence and called out.

Initially, there was no seconding of individual fights, but only one person was allowed to second the final. This is to prevent the escort of finalists and forceful solicitation from the nobility, so that the parties can focus on the tournament in the name of taking care of themselves.

"No, I'm not nervous. It's just that I've hardly ever dealt with anything smaller than myself in an interpersonal battle, so I've been thinking about how to fight it."

This is true. Every opponent I've ever fought was as big or as big as me. This is because a lot of people tried to use me because I was still young.

"Well, I guess... I'm not that big either, so I've hardly ever beaten anyone smaller than myself. But objectively, when it comes to power and small circles, that kid is up there, and other than that, Tenma is up there. I mean, as long as we fight normally, Tenma's better off."

What Grandpa is saying is, 'Including magic'. You're absolutely right.

But that's what they say and honestly fighting for it lacks fun. This is a serious battle, but it's also a kind of festival. If you can afford it, you can have some fun.

"In that case, I honestly don't think I'm going to use magic... say it sounds tense or whatever..."

Grandpa, who read my thoughts, gave a shocking voice.

"Well, whatever. I believe Tenma will win... and work hard for my pennies!

That's what I said, I took out a bill from my nostalgia to prove that you bet on me. I just calculated a million G minutes... but my multiplier was about 1.2 times, so if I hit it, it would be 200,000 G of money.

"You're betting... well, I'm betting too. No, I don't think so. Grandpa, hang out a little bit with the prep exercise."

In my words, Grandpa took off his hood. Because of this, Grandpa has such a body that he doesn't think he's old. Muscular, tight and free of wasted luxury. And pretty strong. A magical battle, not a battle, a battle of beatings.

It's just old, so not so much power, but it feels like Grandpa's essence is to say a technical fighter, and he fights the counter in a way that doesn't use much articulation, throwing moves and power, and if there are no magic conditions, he can suppress me.

So it's not just me these days, even Jeanne, Aura and Aina, who have learned how to fight and protect their grandfather. Dada doesn't have the protection of the martial arts.

Then for a while, Grandpa and I perspired with a lighter combiner and warmed up our bodies. Note that the attendant who came to see how I was doing was surprised to see Grandpa doing high-level combing with me, rubbing his eyes many times to make sure.

"Tenma player. It's time."

The attendant called me in, and me and Grandpa headed to the arena.

On my way to the arena, I asked the attendant to confirm the precautions and left my bag.

The entrance that was guided was not previously used, but was located in the front of the kings' seats, more than double the width of the previous passage.

"Now, please wait here for a moment. Amur will be here shortly, so you will be admitted at the same time."

This tournament was formerly a contest for the prayer of victory, so they make the finals visible to the Kings first. It would be a performance for that.

"Amur, this way, please"

"Mmm."

As soon as I got here, Amur seems to have arrived.

I came close enough to hear the footsteps, so I turned to see Amur's face, and there was a little girl there. No, I'm just saying that Amur is not the Bandit King version, and that's the main body... uncomfortable.

And behind such an amur stood a man who looked familiar, attached as a second.

"Hey, kid!

The man raised his hand with a fierce looking grin. The man's name is' Blanca ', the man who beat me. Most of all, I'm the hardest man in the tournament right now.

"Are you hurt enough, Blanca? And why Amur's second? Because you're the same tiger beast man?

Blanca laughed... with a fierce look on her face as I spoke to Blanca.

"Ha, ha. The injury's healed already! As for the second one, my daughter and I used to know each other. I lost to you, so I just had time to turn to your daughter's second."

It would be half a lie that the injury has healed, but normally there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with walking.

I was talking to Blanca, and suddenly Amur broke in between me and Blanca.

And then he stares at me... and there I realize something.

"Hey... who's drooling?"

Amur took my point and turned around, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her clothes, and then turned to me again.

"It's me who fights, not Blanca"

Apparently, Amur didn't mind me letting go of my opponent's self and talking friendly with Blanca.

"Right, bad. Tenma. Say hello."

I honestly apologized and offered my hand.

"Mm, Amur. Greetings."

Amur snorted, then shook my hand. When we finished shaking each other's hands, it just seemed time had come and the door that had been closed until then opened.

When the door opens completely, you can see the viewing seats of the Kings at the front at the very beginning. All royalty, including the king, stood up and watched this one all together.

We are guided by the attendant to move forward, and a boiling applause. At first, he looked at me and Amur, but when he noticed Blanca and Grandpa following us, he got even louder applause and cheer.

When the four of us got to the center of the arena, Grandpa and Blanca bowed down with a bow of grace. They say this is a remnant of the old days, and the performance is that they take the second in front of their squire, and from here on out, it's just for the two opposing people.

Confirming that the second was lowered, the king went down the stairs to a position close to the arena and gently raised his hands to silence the audience.

"Both sides often won to the finals. I have heard that both sides have not yet welcomed adults. I am delighted that such a young man has appeared on this occasion, and the rest as ruler of this country. Whichever wins, this battle will be a thing of history. Both sides carve it into their hearts and fight without regret! Personal battle, start the finals!

When the king finishes talking, the enthusiasm of the quiet audience explodes again.

Soon afterwards, me and Amur confronted each other at a distance.

And they stick their hands in each other's bags and take out their weapons.

Amur's weapon is the same type of axe he used in the fight against Jin. But the axe colors are different. It is dark black compared to the time of Jin. Probably made of demon iron.

By contrast, I take the Adamantine sword that Ernest gave me.

When I saw the sword, I cheered. Apparently, from the weapons of me and Amur, you anticipated a powerful battle.

In contrast to the exuberance of the audience, some nobles seem to have a disappointing look.

Perhaps you know who the owner before this sword is, and you're mistaken that I've already been held by Ernesto (Grand Duke).

"Individual battles, finals! Tenma vs. Amur, let the game begin!

Final game finally started. As I laid my sword, Amur's body blew.

It's the same move Blanca made when she busted my arm. But for the weight of the weapon alone, it was only slightly slower than Blanca's, and this is the second time I've seen this move, so I could afford to deal with it.

I wave my sword down from the top to intercept Amur's crosshairs.

However, the speed was slower than Blanca, but the attack weighed more than Blanca. For that reason, my body, assuming an attack comparable to Blanca's, was blown away by Amur's blow.

The blowup left Amur in a pretty defenseless position, but fortunately Amur was also out of shape, and he was flown more than I thought, and the distance was wide open, so there was no pursuit.

If you only saw one blow right now, it looks like I lost my strength, but I don't really care much because there was just a difference in the amount of exercise my weapon did. Besides, the damage is no big deal because it is taken with a proper sword.

"Plus, it's going to be hard..."

Just say Blanca's hand, and it doesn't look like Amur's tiny body can do it in a row.

Besides, that move is so easy to spot and deal with that that the distance between the two is so easy that you can't use it at the distance between me and Amur right now.

But since I'm going to be passive a lot as it is, I decided to put up a close fight with Amur.

I have tried several times to imitate Blanca's moves, so I can use them if I want to.

When this move was a setup, the minutes were bad, but the minutes used in the ambush seemed to work to poke the void, and I was able to control Amur's destinations.

"At this distance, you can't use that move, can you?

I approach the distance of Amur just 2m and wave my sword. Losers and Amur also waved axes, from which a blow battle by heavy weaponry began.

From there, for a few minutes, the meeting continues without moving from the spot. In numbers I had won, but in weapons proficiency there was a difference between the two, and Amur, who was able to handle the axe, took the form of a strong blow two or three times over my attack.

Once Amur tried to distance himself, with no determinants of each other.

I thought I was bad at this and took a step forward and waved my sword as Amur moved. But...

"Sweet"

Amur accelerated sharply and lowered back, and my sword cut off the sky.

"I got it."

In a quiet voice, Amur fires a sharp blow at my torso.

... Not good! I don't care what you think, you have enough power to make me incapable of combat!

"In between, eh!

I let go of my sword aggressively, fortified my hand with magic and pinched the axe blade. And fly sideways without defying the momentum of the axe.

It was close to one or eight bets, but I won the bet and succeeded in minimizing the damage.

He put his leg on the ground where the axe momentum was gone and tried to throw it so as to take the axe away from Amur, who was astonished.

But Amur tries harder to pull the axe through the moment I make the throw. So I stopped forcing myself to throw and let go of my hand.

Then Amur suddenly loses his resistance, so he's about to flip back.

"Huh!"

Don't miss that gap, I'll wave my fist.

The blow almost captured Amur's face, but Amur's arm broke in just a few moments later.

However, my fist succeeded in damaging Amur's face with every arm, as it was a defense with inadequate posture.

As it was, Amur fell back, but rose backwards without killing the momentum he had fallen.

The moment I stood up, Amur was showing me the sort of set-up that would prepare me for my pursuit, but I made picking up the sword a priority over doing the pursuit, so the flow of battle would also be interrupted, and it would be in the form of a rearrangement.

Reassemble your sword and stare at Amur. Where does Amur have such power in his tiny body? As much as I thought, I swung an axe that was more than my height and took the stand.

And Amur pushed ahead. Now it's just a ramp, not using blanca moves, but still pretty fast.

If he takes this blow, he's likely to be flown the same way he did the first time, so this time he focuses on avoiding it, but Amur just showed him his axe-waving swing and went further in.

"Mmm!"

With such a hanging voice, Amur waved her fist, not an axe.

I tried to cut Amur in between swords, but only hesitated for a moment.

That's why Amur's fist hit my face and he's about to fall behind me. Amur came all the way here, but the second shot managed to twist his neck.

On the second shot, Amur tried to wield an axe, but this was my faster blow.

Amur tried reflexively to prevent it with an axe pattern but didn't make it, and a sword struck him on the side.

However, because the distance between me and Amur was so close, I couldn't pull Amur off without being as powerful as I thought.

Besides, Amur grabbed my sword, and I exposed myself to defenselessness.

Axe to be swayed there. Amur was holding the axe pattern short and adjusting it so that the blade area could hit me.

"Fuck you!"

Amur tries to slap him from the top and waves his axe. I grabbed Amur's shoulder a moment before the axe fell, trying to draw him closer to me.

And then he eats his head poke. Go on, body, upper cut, and finally big outside pruning.

He slammed him to the ground with considerable momentum, but before stabbing the stop, Amur rolled away from the scene.

But the axe dropped on the boulder, so he didn't hesitate to let me throw it far.

But the axe was heavier than I thought, and it didn't fly 5m.

"I don't think you're gonna surrender."

He was a fluffy Amur, but his eyes are sharper than they were before the game began.

Looks like we haven't given up yet, and Jin got hit by Amur in this state, so we can't be alarmed.

In the evidence, changes began to appear in Amur's atmosphere. Until then it was still a human sign, but now Amur is a fierce beast... similar to what Blanca felt when she meant.

"Fugaaaaah!"

Amur coming in a straight line, without an axe. Apparently, he's not thinking about defense.

I tried to fit the counter on Amur, who came in unconscionable, but Amur came running without a problem.

In contrast to Amur, I set up a chop, but how dare Amur shield his left arm to prevent it.

"Ouch...... no!

Amur seems to be magically fortifying his left arm, but from the feel it conveys from his sword, he should have at least a crack in his left arm bone. Besides, I can tell from my painfully distorted face that it's obvious that you have to be patient.

And he grabbed the sword using his left arm, which should hurt, and hit me with his right hand.

He tried to distract me from my face and stretch out his hand, but Amur stuck his finger out and tried to poke me in the eye just before he was told. Because of this, I couldn't avoid it in time for just the amount of fingers stretched out, and it didn't hit my eyes, but I grazed it around my left temple, and the blood started flowing.

The venue bleeds on me. Amur continues to attack with momentum, but we can't give him the lead.

I let go of the sword being grabbed by Amur, and I'll go poke my eyes with my right hand finger. I'll show you the sleigh.

Amur saw my fingers stretched, and she seemed distracted by you. So I pulled my right hand on the way in and struck Amur's jaw with my left instead.

My left fist shook Amur's head beautifully and looked like it would collapse as it were, but Amur held onto my body before it completely collapsed.

"Capture... Fuck you!

Amur turns his arms around my body disappointingly and tries to lift me forcefully. I also immediately fell back and resisted, but because Amur was smaller than me, I floated into the universe without being able to step on it as I thought.

And they threw me sideways as it was. Amur's throw was so forceful that I was slammed to the ground with little reception. Moreover, shortly after being slapped, Amur grabs my leg and swings it around as it is.

Amur doesn't seem particularly imposing, even though he's got me with one hand and swinging around.

Perhaps pure force alone would be the best in the Games right now.

I almost get slapped on the ground a few times, but every time I try to dodge it by tapping on the ground with my magically enhanced hands. But yes, it's unlikely to succeed again and again.

A few moments of clash with the ground, I punched the ground as much as I wanted, letting my fists get into the ground.

Thanks to the fist I let in, my body, which was swinging by Amur, temporarily stopped moving and the momentum disappeared.

In that gap, I tried to escape Amur by putting in my strength like I was upside down.

But that's about it, Amur wouldn't let go, instead she tried to hug me on my leg.

They decide my ankle joint as it is. That's what I decided, I slammed Amur to the ground faster than he could hug him on the leg.

Amur stopped trying to hold him and tried to keep one hand on the ground to avoid a clash, but that was what I was after.

Amur's consciousness turned to the ground and kicked Amur in the legs of the ungrasped, aiming for the moment when he reached the ground.

The kick hit his face and Amur took his hand off my leg unbearably.

As it was, Amur hurried away from me, but that was also appreciated by me.

Whatever, I was forced to stretch my body out of the halfway position, so I got up, so it was the best I could do, and if Amur was here to force me to attack, it was probably where I had to fight in a mid waist kind of position.

Several times we re-divided and set each other apart.

At first glance, it also looks like starting over. But Amur was breathing heavily on his shoulders and was definitely becoming a situation in my favor.

I have thin dirt all over my body and abrasions everywhere in my equipment (leather armor), but no fatal damage. The wound on the temple also stops bleeding.

Amur, on the other hand, felt the same as I did when I saw her body, but her face was different from mine.

Amur has a fair amount of nosebleeds and is about to catch his breath, which seems to be why he breathes on his shoulders.

To see that amount of nosebleed, you probably must have a broken nose bone. A little, but it also looks like your nose is bent.

I tried to ask Amur if he would surrender, but before that, Amur pinched his nose, forcefully corrected his nose curvature and put in a ghoulish force.

Then his nosebleeds almost stopped and his breathing seemed to have come neat.

"It's okay now. Continue.."

Amur will thank you lightly for saying so. Perhaps you mistakenly assumed that I had waited on purpose for the treatment, but I was simply surprised that the girl had healed the curvature of her nose on her own and stopped the bloodshed and stopped moving.

Most of all, as much as I was about to make a surrender recommendation, I don't think Amur would have attacked me if he hadn't acted for the treatment as he did, but he must have missed the opportunity.

But there is applause in the audience for mistaken "gentlemanly behavior" for not attacking me.

I'm a little embarrassed, but I didn't have time to be lit, and Amur and I were asking each other for gaps.

Me and Amur's weapons are falling apart from each other and I can't seem to afford to pick them up.

Even if I were to take a new weapon out of my bag, I wouldn't let you take that time.

Then it becomes a bare-handed battle, but it seems that Amur is also where he wants to be, and he is always in a position to be jumped.

Such Amur's nosebleeds have stopped already, and his breath disturbance has subsided. I didn't see any signs of using magic, so I wonder if it's so resilient or for any other reason.

I am somewhat concerned about medical treatment, but I don't have time to think about it now.

Stuffed the difference with stiffness and slippery feet, Amur finally came in my time. At that moment...

"Gah!"

Speaking like a beast, Amur moved loudly.

Amur waves his right hand down loud from the upper section, trying to slap me. I would have taken a direct hit if this had been an unintentional strike, as I was approaching pretty fast, but I was anticipating this attack.

Anyway, the atmosphere became like Blanca, so since the two of us seemed to know each other and were close to each other, there was probably a similar way of attacking... so I was after the counter.

It unfolded exactly as I was aiming, so I gently stepped and avoided it while half-hearted, trying to hit him with my left.

But from there, two unexpected events continued to happen.

The first was that Amur's attack was too sharp, causing a phenomenon like kamaitachi to break my arm. Well, even though I said it was mutilated, it was like being caught, so the wound itself wasn't a big deal.

The problem was the second one, Amur waving his arm down, spinning in the same momentum.

I was just amazed at this and I could pull in without swinging my fist through it.

"Nha!

As it is, Amur's heel (...) strikes me. That's the flying nil kick I'm talking about on the prowl.

Guarded with a pulled left arm, but pushed in with every guarded arm.

Amur was only light in weight for a small amount of time, so she never got pushed down as she was, but still had a broken shoulder bone, powerful enough to poke her knee, and her left arm stopped rising.

"Huh!

Amur, positioned in the gap where I poked her knee, goes on to unleash a middle kick on her right leg.

I rolled this kick with one hair and avoided it. But Amur's attacks will not stop.

Follow me on the roll, and I'll step on you.

I got a gap in Amur a few meters rolling and gained momentum and stood up.

Still, Amur comes without resting his attacking hand, setting up a hit on his body.

I jump with one hand and land on a retreat when I see Amur coming towards me in a jumping box.

When I landed, my shoulder, which was in pain from earlier, increased further, but I patiently took a distance from Amur before treating it with magic on my shoulder. However, there was no time, so I concentrated on connecting the bones and taking the pain was secondary. The decision was correct, and Amur approached me where I connected my shoulder bones, so I interrupted my treatment and took an interception stance.

From there it was an indiscriminate battle, stopping each other and beating each other.

But the beatings didn't last long.

It was at the beginning that Amur, winning by force, had wielded its rigid arms, but Amur's own technology was not so high, and, either because of the damage done so far or over time, it began to strike out in a large wave of emptiness.

In contrast, I cautioned against Amur's attack being a direct hit, focusing on dodging and entering the counter subject's battle.

Use ducking and sweeping, slap Amur's fist off with a paring, and punch him in the counter.

Since I also have shoulder pain, if I wave my fist through it, I may upset my balance and show a gap, so I focus on smallly and reliably hitting every shot.

Others imitate it, remembering the techniques of boxing read on TV and in books.

Even when I was a kid, I remembered what I did half the time when I was playing.

Such (boxing) techniques have not been established in this world, and their effects are remarkable, even if they are halfway through the process. The technique of boxing was only specialized in beatings, and its effectiveness remained unchanged beyond the world.

It was only a matter of time before my fist, which also used such prior life technology, captured Amur's face, which began to slow down in motion.

And that's when it came.