“Alright—here we go!”
“Okay!”
Whoosh—bang bang!
“T-this time it turned into a high-speed hand-to-hand battle! Fran and Horn are racing all over the arena, front to back, left to right!”
“F-fast!”
“W-what’s with that movement speed?!”
Fran and Horn abandoned magical combat and shifted into hand-to-hand fighting. Both of them activated physical enhancement, tearing across the stage as if it were too small to contain them. From the audience’s perspective, Fran and Horn already look incredibly fast—but in reality, Shiro and Ao are still much, much faster.
“Hmm… it looks like Fran and Horn are just playing around.”
“No, no—that’s an insane way to play.”
Even Sylvia-san stared in amazement at their movements. She had only started training with them yesterday, after all, so she clearly wasn’t used to just how fast they could move yet.
“Shall we switch to this next?”
“Got it.”
Clang, clang, clang, clang.
“N-now they’ve pulled wooden swords out of their magic bags—and they’re trading blows at high speed again!”
“That’s good! Do it! Do it!”
“Hahaha… this is incredible.”
This time, they’re trading blows with wooden swords. Still, it’s really nothing more than rapid-fire striking—no refined sword technique to speak of. But the spectators, now used to the sheer speed of the two fighters, are completely fired up, showering Fran and Horn with cheers.
From the outside, it looks like an incredible spectacle, after all.
Beep beep beep, beep beep beep.
“Time’s up. That’s enough.”
“Oh, it’s over already?”
“That’s it for now.”
And with that, time is up. Since it was only an exhibition match, it seems they’d set the time limit fairly short.
“Whoa—that was amazing!”
“You were so cool!”
The audience applauded, praising the two fighters for their bout. As entertainment, it had turned out pretty well.
Fran and Horn jogged off toward the wings of the stage where Shiro and Ao were waiting. Then, together with Shiro and Ao, they waved cheerfully to the crowd.
A huge round of applause rose from the spectators.
“I watched the morning training, so I kind of understood, but Fran-chan and Horn-chan are really amazing.”
“They’ve got more talent as mages than I do. As for the hand-to-hand stuff, that’s thanks to Shiro and Ao’s influence.”
Sylvia-san, too, seemed once again surprised by how strong Fran and Horn were.
Both of them had excellent aptitude, after all.
The crowd was fired up by the exhibition, and that was good enough for now.
Just as I was thinking that—
Shiro and the others came back.
“““We’re back!”””
“Did you have fun?”
“Yeah!”
Shiro and the others answered with bright smiles.
Then Shiro and Fran casually dropped a bombshell.
“They said Shun-oniichan and Sue-oneechan are going to do an exhibition match too.”
“They said it’d be at noon.”
“…Huh?”
Hey, wait a second. What are you talking about?
Now we’re supposed to do an exhibition match too?
“Ohh, so you boy is fighting as well?”
“Yeah, and that lady sent some weird guy flying yesterday, didn’t she?”
Even the customers at the food stalls, who’d overheard the conversation, burst into excitement.
At this point, backing out didn’t seem like an option anymore.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I resigned myself—and went back to cooking.
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com.
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