CH 84.6

The matches continued and the sky, which was red with the setting sun when they started, was not completely dark.

And before I knew it, it was already time for the final match.

I don’t know if the three-count system was a good thing or not but so far, no one has been injured to the point of being unable to walk.

I’m relieved seeing everything seems to be fine.

Though I’m sure there are a few people whose hearts are so broken that they won’t be able to walk on the street for a while.

『Final match! West city’s Marion vs Adventurer Mince!!』

The audience was both excited and bewildered.

This was because Mince’s opponent, Marion, was a complete dark horse.

『Fighter’s entrance! West City! Fighter Marion!』

My second brother, whose motto was to always smile, has an unusual troubled expression on his face as he added commentary as the fighter climbed into the ring after Roast’s introduction.

『Alright, I’ve been gathering information since the previous match but I couldn’t find anything of relevance at all. So far, the only thing I’ve heard is that Marion-shi is a member of a woodworking company in west city and he doesn’t drink alcohol.』

Shery-san, who always has a pouty face, speaks with an indescribable expression on her face.

『I had asked the wives in the neighborhood too and all they say was that he wanted to win this tournament to give the prize to his wife. He must love his wife very much.』

He’s so much of a dark horse that two well known gossipers, I mean, informed people didn’t have any information about him at all.

His trademark is his magnificent beard and shining smile but if you ask me, he is rather a plain uncle.

Puten, who had lost easily against him in the previous match looked so frustrated while saying, “How can I lose to such a plain old man!”.

When Roast turned the microphone towards Marion for comment, he only said “I-I’ll do my best….” With a smile.

I guess this day’s prize was something that even a guy like that would want.

In that case, if we commercialize it……no, we can’t sell something that no one but me can make.

『Next! Adventurer! Mince, come here!』

At the energetic call of Roast, Mince, who is wearing a turtleneck long sleeved to hide her scales, leapt into the ring with a scary but motivated look on her face.

I’m glad the twins fell asleep earlier. I swear they would have cried if they’ve seen that face.

『Alright, she often hangs out in a bar called Japanese Dock Crossing in central city. Surprisingly, she likes to gossip and when she sees a wall newspaper, she can’t help but read it.』

『She once disguised herself for a blind date and even went out to buy a one piece dress that would be popular with men.』

After the two commentaries, which seem to make sense but don’t really make sense, Roast turns the microphone over to Mince as well.

『Mince, what made you join?』

Mince gripped the microphone tightly and began to speak with force which will make you think if she’ll bite it.

『Today, my lord’s family, the Slayra family, are here to spectate! This match is a fitting demonstration of the greatness of the Schenkers! Young master, young princess, witness the bravery of this Mince! 』

『Long』

I’m sorry Mince, your little master and little princess are currently sleeping.

『Now then, let’s get ready to rumble～! Match…..begin!!』

The bell rang and Mince and Marion stared at each other with sharp gazes.

It’s a super primitive boxing, which on earth can only be seen in amateur fights, all big swings, all full power. Matches that the only restrictions are not using kicks or grappling.

Pure sounds good however, there is no way that alone would attract a big audience. It’s good that there are a number of competitors this time.

However, there was one who fights differently compared to everyone else.

『Whoaahh! Fighter Marion! Like in the previous round, evaded, evaded, and evaded more!』

Marion kept evading Mince’s punches, which even made sounds with the wind, just in time.

A middle aged man with a slightly protruding belly danced gloriously in the ring.

He was twisting his stomach, tilting his face, bending his upper body, and evading death defying punches even with gloves on, while looking for an opportunity to counter.

If kick was allowed, he would have been defeated easily.

However, according to the rules, only two fists can be used. That turned him into a dragon-eating beast.

Perhaps finally getting the rhythm, Marion’s counterattack pierced Mince’s stomach.