To Save My Favourite Character, I Decided To Destroy the Game’s Plot

The second day of  finale of martial arts tournament for children will begin today, and the candidates for the championship are already clashing in the first match!

　Standing at the right end of the arena, I saw a boy holding a spear across from me.

　Raymond von Eisenburg.

He is the pride and glory of the Marquise of Eisenburg, the twin of Bartheim in the field of martial arts. I never thought I would run into him this early in the game.

"First of all, this is Norwin! From the preliminary rounds, he showed his overwhelming ability to outclass everyone else, and he easily won this round! His power is still immeasurable, and I wonder if he will be able to overtake us again, or if we will finally see the bottom of the barrel!0"

You don't have to be so dramatic, but you'll have to show it, even if you don't want to.

　Calm down. Calm down. If fighting in Raymond's speed range, there is no room for mistakes. Keep calm and act as usual.

"And on the other hand, Raymond! He won all the matches from the preliminary round with his God's Speed Spear, and his pitiful opponent sank without being able to do anything about it! Will his speed surpass Norwin's or will it stop here? This is an unreadable matchup, a matchup where you can't read the outcome at all!"

　A loud, angry cheer erupted. But for me, it's all for naught.

　All I need is myself, my spear, and my opponent Raymond.

Everything else is removed from my consciousness.

"Ha!"

　Apparently, the other side feels the same way. His full concentration, his full nerve, pours out at us.

"Norwin, I'm sorry. I'll win."

"No, I win"

"I see."

'I guess we're going to have to agree to disagree on this one."

"Yeah, I guess so."

So, let's use the spear to decide who's superior.

　As if to say so, Raymond holds the spear gently. There is no posture. Because the firmness of posture kills the characteristic of super speed.

That is why, having decided to fight in that speed range, I also did no posture.

I followed the referee's order and got into position. The distance between me and Raymond is about five meters. I thought, This is not fair, either. Because he would step in at the same time as the start. I couldn't interfere with that.

　We face each other and look at each other. Now it's just the two of us. Everything else is nothing.

　In the silence, the tension builds endlessly, and then...

"Let the match begin!"

　At the same time as the signal, Raymond stepped on the ground with all his might.

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"Shisii."

　Raymond runs with afterimage. He steps too fast, perhaps even unconsciously using his body reinforcement.

The impact of the spear's impact caused the body to float as it caught the swinging flash of the spear. Speed becomes power. Even if Raymond is an inefficient boy, he can transform himself into this if he rides the momentum.

"Yikes!"

 

　The next moment he felt himself floating away, Raymond, who had pulled back his spear, released a follow-up attack. The combination was too fast and sharp.

　I couldn't defend myself with the spear in time. Therefore, I kicked it with one foot and deflected its trajectory.

I was surprised by Raymond's reaction to my kick, but he was surprised by my kick.

The next moment, however, he realized what was going on and regained his composure.

The leg is stronger than the arm due to the difference in muscle strength. The spear that was hit by it would take time to pull back.

　But that doesn't mean I have an advantage. If I was even just lifted off the ground and then kicked again, I would lose my position as well.

If both of us were to fall, it would be the faster one who would be the first to get back up.

　Raymond understand process just by looking at him for a moment.

　"But how about this!"

　I, on the other hand, strike the ground with my spear as my third leg, and again respond with a kicking technique.

I then struck the ground with my spear to raise myself up, and with the momentum I gained, I even shifted my weight and swung my spear with all my might from the upper levels.

"Aw, shit!"

　Raymond, who easily avoided it, takes a few steps back and wipes the cold sweat off his face.

He took a few steps back and wiped away the cold sweat.

I can avoid most of your attacks if I see them coming.

　That means my attacks won't get through.

　What then, I don't even need to think about it.

If he's a see-and-avoid type, I'll just have to fake it to him.

Feints were my signature move.

　This time, I stepped forward. And I feinted with my gaze, my center of gravity, my spear, everything. I hope this will shake him up a little.

　The moment I took a fraudulent posture, Raymond slowed down and dared to "look

　He was looking to pull me in just in time to determine which move was a bluff and which was the real deal.

　Normally, it would be too late to draw them in too close. The attack would be too close and there would be no time to evade after seeing through the feint.

　But Raymond, who can go full speed from the very first movement, would be able to...

"Yes, I can see it. I see it."

　Afterwards, he could easily respond after seeing it. And he even showed the room to throw a counter to my strikes.

"Is this for real?"

　This is not good. No, I can fight. Raymond was looking serious, and it was a close fight.

However, it will take a lot of effort to break the close fight.

　Huh. I'm only this good with a spear.

　I want to use magic. I want to use it and end it quickly.

　But I can't. If I show it here, the stronger ones will not only respond to it, but they will be wary of all my magic. That would greatly reduce my options in the future.

As long as I can win, I will keep my hand hidden.

"Phew."

How do I win when fighting an opponent who is competitive in terms of skill and strength?

　Schneizel replied to me when I asked him that before.

'It's a battle of attrition. If you have absolute self-confidence in your stamina, then just swing your body around and tire yourself out."

I am confident that I am the most athletic person in my age group. I have more stamina than most people my age.

Okay.

"Are you going to keep trying?"

"Sure. Next time, it's a battle of attrition."

"Great. That's good."

We smiled ferociously at each other and clashed again in the center of the arena.