This is ...... what happened?"

　Master Otsuki comes out of the match hall and sees a giant athlete who is unconscious. From behind him, Nirasaki of "Kirinji" also appeared and saw the fallen man.

No way, Dr. Grimm did it?"

　I give Nirasaki a hard look.

This guy is a player who lost by foul play. He tried to attack Master Mitsuhashi, but he just got hit back and fainted."

But you've got such a big player ...... well, you must have worked some magic."

　I shook my head and denied it.

No, sir. For Master Mitsuhashi, the Nankuru style was enough."

　Hearing this, Master Ohtsuki laughed as if he had heard something funny.

What are you laughing at?"

　Master Mitsuhashi asked.

This Kiirin.

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I thought the "Mere Old Man" was a very good player, but I guess I was mistaken.

　I don't like this Otsuki guy. I felt that he was somehow making fun of the weaker schools. This was also felt by Mitsuhashi Shihan.

This man must be a Yumeken-ryu fighter. You will have to teach him a little harder."

　When Master Ohtsuki was told this by Master Mitsuhashi, his face contorted in a grimace. Seeing this, I thought it was no big deal to say that I was a master of Yumekan-ryu fighting techniques.

　His martial arts skills may be great, but his degree as a human being is narrow. While I was thinking about this, Nirasaki was looking at the unconscious Ki-Lin with a serious face.

What about the model matches that will take place before the awards ceremony, Master?"

Oh, I see. Nirasaki and Ki-Lin are going to have a model match."

　Would a third-round loser and a player with an infraction loss play a model match?　I wondered. When I asked him for more details, he told me that it was a model match using magic power.

　It seems that they were planning to play a model match with their speed tripled by activating the magical "Triple Speed" magic. Master Ohtsuki looked at Master Mitsuhashi with reproachful eyes.

I just stroked it a little. They'll notice right away. Then we'll let them play a model game."

　It was a no-no by Otsuki. He said that since he was completely out of it, he would go to the hospital to have it checked out.

　What Master Otsuki says makes sense.

I don't have a choice. I'll take your place."

　Nirasaki looks as if he has come up with something.

No, not Master Mitsuhashi, but Grim-sensei of the A level. An adventurer who has defeated the Silver Ogre would be able to fight with me, whose speed has been tripled.

　He probably thought that if I, as a Class A player, participated in a model match, he would gain more reputation. Perhaps he thought that if he beat me, a Class A player, in a model match, his reputation would improve.

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　I look at Master Mitsuhashi,

I'd like to see how he fares against a C-level magic-user. I too would like to see how you fight against a C-level magic-armor wizard."

　When a master says so, I can't say no. It raises the quickness, but it does not seem to be too dangerous, since it seems to be a kind of sparring in terms of content.

Fine."

　I agreed. It was a model match for a martial arts tournament, nothing to be ashamed of if I lost. I have been practicing Nankuru-ryu karate for three or four years now, so I think my training is short in terms of years. Nirasaki, for example, has about 20 years of experience.

　After the model match was discussed, Master Mitsuhashi and I went into a ramen shop outside and started eating.

"Master Mitsuhashi, I've never played a model match.

It's the same for me."

'Is it like doing kumite with a shihan?'

　Master Mitsuhashi thinks about it and then says no.

'That's going to be quick. It would be boring for those watching. We need to showcase our opponent's techniques and ours."

　Master Mitsuhashi seems to think that if Nirasaki and I had a real match, I would win right away. I know that's not the case, but when he said that he would also let my opponent show off his techniques, I knew it was different from a normal match. It's something troublesome.

　After dinner, we returned to the Yamato Budokan. The matches were interesting and worth watching. The final of the heavyweight division was particularly interesting, with two fierce fighters clashing and deciding with backhand blows.

　When it was time for the model match, Master Mitsuhashi and I went to the waiting room. I was a little nervous. It was the first time for me to compete in front of so many people.

　I had put my Nankuru style karate practice clothes in a storage armlet, so I changed into them and waited for the staff to call me to come and head to the match venue.

　By the way, I am a black belt. I received my black belt in my second year of Nankuru-ryu karate and am now a second dan.

Just go easy on them. Just go easy on the attack. If you decide with a single blow, it won't be a model match."

　Master Mitsuhashi says to take it easy, but is it okay?

　A guy who looked like an officer was explaining that the players for the model matches had changed, and when he explained that I, a Class A adventurer, was going to be there, the crowd went wild.

"Beginning."

　The model match began with the signal, "I'm going to be three times as fast as you are. I poured magic power into the "Vikaten ring" so that my speed would triple. There are two ways to adjust the speed.

　There are two methods: one is to adjust the amount of magical power that is poured into the "Weiten ring" and the other is to pour in enough magical power to increase one's speed eightfold and adjust it by muscle output.

　Usually, he chooses the method of adjusting by muscle power. This is because the method of adjusting the amount of magical power limits the effects of "Weiten's Ring", which are muscle strength enhancement, increase in the speed of nerve transmission, increase in thinking speed, enhancement of bodily functions, and enhancement of body cells and bones.

　But this time, since my opponent only uses magic-armor magic that triples his speed, I too chose to limit the amount of magic I could use.

　The moment the magic power is poured into the "Ring of Vikrama," time begins to move slowly. The audience's cheers begin to sound interminable, and the surroundings seem a little darker.

　He moves through the air, which is starting to feel a little heavier, and approaches Nirasaki. Nirasaki throws a low kick. He pulls back on the targeted leg and tries to duck the low kick and turn to his left.

　Nirasaki began to move with flair. He began attacking with high kicks and back kicks.

　I see, this is the kind of attack that makes a model match more exciting, I thought, as I fought back. Nankur-ryu karate moves are simple, so they are not suitable for a model match.

　Nirasaki closes the distance and challenges me to a striking match. He is using open finger gloves in this tournament, and so am I. I'm not used to them, so they don't feel right. I'm not used to it, so it feels strange, but I can't help it.

　Nirasaki shakes his head to the left to avoid a left jab from Nirasaki and lightly counters with a right hook. Nirasaki steps back to avoid it.

　Spectators and players watching these battles watched with bated breath. Seeing attacks and defenses being unleashed at speeds that would normally be impossible, many felt that magic was both awesome and unreasonable at the same time.

　If you fought a magician, you would feel that you could not win. You would think that two wizards fighting at a speed that ordinary people cannot reach, no matter how hard they try, are unreasonable.

　The match between the two became more intense. Nirasaki, taking advantage of his long experience, attacked with various feints and techniques. While avoiding them, I counter-attacked.

　The match was fun from the halfway point. Nirasaki was coming up with fresh attacks, and my mind was racing to respond to them.

　The effect of "Vikaten's Ring" seems to work more strongly than magic-armor magic in increasing the speed of neurotransmission and the speed of thought, thereby giving the user more time to think.

　With time running out, Nirasaki begins to make his last spurt, and attacks come flying in at a dizzying rate. Nirasaki ducks a right hook and delivers a front kick.

　When Nirasaki stopped moving with that front kick, I stepped in and slammed a right hook into Nirasaki's shoulder. When Nirasaki lost his balance and staggered, I jumped in and landed a palm strike to his chest. Nirasaki's face contorted as he held on.

That's it!"

　At the signal to end, Nirasaki and I moved back. Nirasaki's face looked frustrated. The people who had been watching began to applaud. Hearing their applause, I felt relieved. It seemed that I had done my job.

Class A is awesome."

You're supposed to be a life wizard. What makes your martial arts so strong?"

　I heard such voices.