Chapter 61: I Can’t Understand Your Feelings

“““““““????”””””””

The most shocking sound of the day echoed throughout the arena.

The collision between the blow combined with three attributes and the berserker’s fist created smoke.

Fortunately, the barrier that Ishud had already broken upon his arrival had been restored, and there was no damage to the audience seats.

However, just the thought of what would have happened if the shock had come towards them… made them tremble uncontrollably.

The power of the blows unleashed by Christille and the others, and the impact of Ishud’s fist, as well as the sound of their collision… Even for fellow fighters, it was a sight that made them tremble involuntarily.

“The smoke is clearing…”

As one of the spectators murmured, the smoke gradually cleared.

First… it was confirmed that Christille, Dustin, and Philip were all safe.

The released rock axe shattered into pieces, and although those fragments attacked them, they managed to withstand it thanks to the magic they had infused.

“Hahaha!!! You guys are amazing!!!”

“““““““????”””””””

Suddenly, laughter erupted.

There was no trace of exhaustion in that voice, and it wasn’t unreasonable for the spectators and Christille’s group to suspect that he was unharmed.

However, it was still a strike that combined the power of the top students from each grade.

Due to Ishud fighting while holding back his power, the fist unleashed towards the combined strike of the three top students shattered, rendering it completely useless for the rest of the match.

But still, Ishud was a berserker.

As a characteristic, although words like “brain narcotics” or “endorphins” had not yet been coined in this world, when feelings of exhilaration caused them to be produced in the body, those who held the position of berserker would completely stop feeling pain.

“Well, well, looks like I can’t punch or thrust with my hand anymore. But hey, both legs are still moving just fine, and my left hand is okay, so no problem, right? Alright then, let’s go for the second round!!!!”

There was utter disbelief.

Even though his right hand’s bones were completely shattered and rendered useless, he still attempted to fight.

Many of the audience couldn’t comprehend this sight.

It would be understandable if he were desperately trying to get back into the ring despite suffering severe damage all over his body… emotionally, it could be understood.

However, the berserker currently standing in the ring had lost the use of his right hand.

Despite the obvious decrease in his ability to fight, he still persisted.

Such incomprehensible existence… the spectators, adventurers, knights, and others who were fighters themselves, wore expressions that seemed to say, “So, this is the type.”

When facing monsters or thieves, one couldn’t afford to worry about injuries; it was all about winning at any cost… or surviving.

For those who had overcome such experiences to be present here, it was understandable that Ishud still wanted to fight… that logic made sense.

However, they couldn’t understand his emotions.

(That’s enough…)

For a brief moment, Christille’s expression hinted at resignation. Then, she grabbed onto Philip and Dustin’s collars.

“Whoa!!??”

“Hey!!??”

And then, they were thrown in the direction of where the referee was.

“They can’t move anymore. Please take them down under the ring.”

“What are you saying!!! I can still fight!!??”

Dustin immediately tried to stand up, but ended up kneeling and couldn’t manage to rise properly.

“…Alright then… President, it’s up to you from here.”

“Philip!!!”

“No, no, no, Dustin-senpai, it’s over. Even if you could move, you’d barely be able to stand. Trying to fight any further would just end up with you being petted.”

Philip accepted the advice from his senior and slowly descended from the ring.

“Come on, you’re just getting in the way.”

“Urgh… There’s no other way…”

Dragging down those who can still fight.

Recognizing that it would be an absolute folly to do so, Dustin also slowly descended from the ring.

“Hehehe, as expected from you, President. You saw through everything.”

“The main focus of that blow was Dustin-san, after all.”

Knowing that Ishud was anything but ordinary, Christille, when delivering the blow earlier, didn’t hold back at all, but still, after the attack… she perfectly adjusted the amount of magical power consumed to ensure that she could still move.

“Just because you’ve lost the use of one arm doesn’t mean you’re not superior to me. So… I’ll let you off as if I were going to kill you.”

“…Yeah, that’s how it is when you’re at the top.”

Perhaps feeling respect for Christille’s demeanor, Ishud took out a dagger he had purchased when he visited the capital and held it with his left hand.

“Come at me with all you’ve got until the end.”

“Yes, of course.”

Their final bout became a special match between the student council president and a first-year student from the same academy.

Given that Christille had originally acted with the assumption of an extremely short-term battle, the second round ended in less than a minute. However, after the match, both of them wore highly satisfied smiles on their faces.

“Hahaha!!! Man, that was freaking fun!!!”

“Hmph!”

“Whoa!!! What are you doing, Byron-sensei?! We’re injured here!!”

“Injured? The one who didn’t even let out a scream or show a hint of pain despite having their fist shattered is the one claiming to be injured? Save your complaints for later.”

On their way to the infirmary, Gulf and the others rushed over… Even though Byron, who had been watching the match with them, threw a punch at Ishud, who was still in a state of intense focus due to the good fight, Ishud easily dodged it.

“I-Ishud, your right hand… A-are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, seriously. Don’t make that face. I’ve had my bones shattered plenty of times fighting back home!!”

With a hearty laugh, Ishud brushed off the fact that his right hand was shattered, but for Gulf and the others, it was an extraordinary event that left them somewhat taken aback.

“Really… There was no need for such an extravagant entrance.”

“You mean breaking the barrier? That’s just performance, isn’t it? It’s all part of the show. With just that, you should understand that I, and my family, are anything but ordinary.”

While Byron might have some understanding of why Ishud, the son of the Regula family, enrolled in the academy… there was still a lingering sternness in his expression.

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