Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 56: An Unusual Way To Win
“Oh, damn… both of them.”
“Michela, I understand, but that Phillip guy… was he this strong?”
“Michela-samaaaaa, don’t loseeee!!!!”
“Phillip!! Show the Duke’s pride when you’ve come this far!!!!”
The cheers from the audience, directed towards both of them, were evenly split.
At present, the two of them were engaged in an extremely close-quarters battle.
“Huh?! How about admitting defeat already?!”
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“You’re the one who should admit defeat soon! I’d be happy about it, you know?!”
Both Phillip and Michela launched attacks, stepping in with each strike, making their attacks more accurate compared to the early stages of the battle.
Though there hadn’t been a decisive blow yet, both of their bodies bore numerous cuts.
The count exceeded ten, reaching twenty… and even in this moment, more were being added, staining their uniforms crimson with their own blood.
Yet, because the wounds remained on the surface, without deeply affecting their flesh, their physical abilities didn’t drastically decline, maintaining their balance.
(I would like to say that I can’t lose in terms of physical strength, but my opponent has these breasts…I can’t say that, either.)
Phillip unleashes a skill technique, Thrust, from one dagger… followed by a sword technique, Slash, from the other.
Both attacks have higher power than regular thrusts or slashes, and even though they’re only level one skills, one can’t afford to be careless.
“Guh!!??”
Successfully dodging the thrust, he guards against the slash with his twin swords, then jumps backward to mitigate its force.
(Chang, suu!!??)
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He floated ever so slightly.
Viewing it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he thought to unleash consecutive slashes with a greater amount of magical power enveloping the blade. However, at that moment, Michela rotated her body backward without worrying about showing her panties, releasing a wind blade with her leg, restricting Phillip’s movement.
“…Indeed, it seems it didn’t hit.”
“Well, well, well, I’m impressed. I never expected you to launch such a bold attack without worrying about showing your panties.”
“If I am to defeat you, such attacks are inevitable.”
(…This has become ridiculously difficult. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been constantly berated by Ishud, or maybe my mental fortitude has been trained.)
Philip had been hoping to rattle Michela’s nerves even just a little with his trash talk, but he now realized it was completely futile.
(I get it… from here on out… it’s going to be a gritty fight, huh?)
Gritty, perseverance, determination.
Philip thought these words didn’t suit him at all.
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However… strangely, he didn’t feel disgusted by the current situation, relying on these inexplicable emotions.
“Phew… but anyway. Michela, it’d be a hassle if you just collapse already.”
“That’s my line!!!!”
Entering the final round.
It had already been over five minutes since the start of the second semi-final match.
An uncommonly lengthy battle between two skilled close combat fighters.
The spectators had anticipated a fiery battle that would continue to ignite their hearts just by watching.
But… as soon as the final round began, the match suddenly picked up pace.
“Huh?! Damn!!!!”
Switching between the dagger and sword.
As a result of that moment being completely read… both the dagger and sword were deflected by the twin swords.
(No way! But with such large movements… then!!!)
Having deflected all of Phillip’s weapons with her twin swords, Michela judged this to be the decisive moment… Without readjusting her stance, she moved her body and delivered a kick to his abdomen with her right foot.
Without a care for accidentally showing her panties again… she aimed to finish him with this one blow.
With that determination, she put all her strength into the kick.
“Huh?!?”
“Really… I’m not being myself at all!!!!”
She had a hunch.
Her weapons had been deflected.
But Michela was also in a poor position to launch a counterattack.
The only possible attack from her position was a kick… However, it was uncertain where that kick would land.
Intending to end the match, if she stepped forward, she could aim for any part of his body’s centerline—his face, throat, chest, abdomen, or groin.
Philip reasoned that even if he had relinquished his resistance to that young lady’s panty flash, she wouldn’t kick him in the groin. So, among the remaining four options, he anticipated an attack to his abdomen.
“Stay strong!!”
Despite blood spilling from his mouth, he firmly grabbed Michela’s leg and assumed a posture to throw her backward.
Before employing a method involving a powerful whirlwind and twisting to disengage, his vision rapidly shifted.
Releasing the twin swords, she placed both hands behind her head and concentrated magical power, preparing for impact.
“Huh!!???”
An impact unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Damage that could only be described as such reverberated primarily through her upper body.
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“With this… it’s my win, right?”
“…Truly, this is not like you to win in such a manner.”
The moment Phillip slammed Michela onto the ground, he seized the twin sword that had been released in mid-air, and, in a position that could resemble a scene of falling, or possibly even falling over, he thrust the blade right next to Michela’s head.
“I… I concede.”
“And there you have it!!!! The winner, Phillip Georgios!!!!”
Another earthquake occurred, I’ve lost count of how many times already.
Hundreds of applause can convey a friend’s admiration.
However… Philip couldn’t afford to immerse himself in the aftermath of those emotions.
(Although I hope the seniors can fight for a long time… Well, I wonder what will happen.)
In the fierce battle festival, injuries sustained during matches could be instantly healed, and magic could be replenished by drinking potions.
However, recovery of physical strength was prohibited.
For a moment, the thought of forfeiting crossed Philip’s mind… But he dismissed it by shaking his head, knowing there was no way he could make that choice.
“Well, that’s how it is.”
“Yeah, indeed. But still, it was truly unexpected, Philip.”
“Is it really that straightforward?”
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The fierce battle festival, the first-year students’ fight… The final match.
The students clashing are both from Flaveld Academy.
Philip, who just won a fierce battle against Michela earlier.
And another, the strong contender who has advanced this far… Andreas, the fifth son of the royal family.
“But, you know, there’s nothing particularly to say… Once you’ve come this far, all that’s left is to charge ahead.”
“Ah… When you stand there with that look in your eyes, focused on me. Just that alone makes his coming to the academy worthwhile.”
In truth, that wasn’t the kind of noble spirit directed towards royalty.
However, from Andreas’ perspective, such trivial matters didn’t matter at all.