CH 83.2

Yes, there was a sport in my previous life where grown men could beat each other up without losing any part of their bodies.

After explaining the concept of “boxing” to my bewildered second brother and Isuka, I decided to leave it to them and head home.

I remember the sports but I vaguely remember the rules but it should be okay.

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The day after that, I arrived at the festival preparation meeting with headgears, boxing gloves, and leather mouthpiece that I had my leather factory make for me.

I wasn’t exactly elated.

My wife, who was intrigued with my story, insisted on coming with me.

She likes rough things, doesn’t she?

「I’ve seen duels with ankles tied together with a rope but this is the first time I’ve seen a purely fist to fist duel.」

「Why do you seem to enjoy it so much?」

「Because fighting between people is an ancient and honorable pastime.」

I put Laura-san, who talks like a country yankee with too much time on her hands, aside for a moment and verified the rules with my second brother downstairs.

I guess everyone has already been informed by my second brother since the crowd of people from the preparatory committee had gathered around us.

「You can only use your fist, no eye gouging, no use of any kind of metal.」

「So, you need to put on these gloves, the head armor, and this “mouthpiece” thingy in your mouth? I get the gloves and head armor but, what’s with this mouth thing for?」

「I don’t know. Maybe to keep your teeth from breaking?」

「How can the one who invented it don’t know～」

「Just think of it as a tooth armor」

I brought the boxing set to my second brother, who poked me on my side, and made a ring-like structure with ropes on the ground.

The size should be good enough.

Well, for me, as long as it’s square, it’s fine.

As we were doing it, a crowd of onlookers began to gather around it, and naturally, the crowd became like a ring.

Breaking through the crowd, a man in a long gold rizento* came in.

TN: yankee hairstyle for long haired guys. Short haired yankees prefer pampadour

My second brother’s paisen, a cool looking niisan with colored glasses, Fasarina-senpai.

「Sawadi-san, sorry for not being able to greet you until now……」

「Fasarina-senpai, it’s nice seeing you again.」

Despite his outward appearance, Fasarina-senpai is a serious type who usually works at their family’s horse stable.

He likes to make noise and drink but he’s not a good person.

In general, this world is crawling with armed adventurers so yankee-like bad guys don’t exist in cities.

Adventurers aside, no one would take yankees seriously given the existence of the army.

「Sawadi-san, you’re already in a different status so calling me senpai is……」

「Ah, sorry……by the way, this is my wife but you can treat her as a private citizen today……」

「Ah, hello……」

Laura-san smiled slightly and nodded her head as if to bail out senpai who was bowing down to her.

The commoners here would have a hard time even talking to each other if I didn’t say this.

Second brother, who came out late to senpai’s rescue, said “Senpai, it’s time for the trial. You go～” comfortably but I feel like he’s forcing him……

「Ehto, the other one is……」

「Ah, right, there should be two participants. But I won’t go」

「I’m not going to ask you in the first place, second brother. Then, who should be the opponent……ah! Laura-san, isn’t that someone from your baseball team, the Slayra White Beams?」

「Ah, right. Ribler! Come here!」

Laura-san shouted and a middle-aged man with a mustache, who was in the middle of the crowd, came up in front of us after passing through the people around.

「Here!」