Restarting My Life After Failing to Protect Girls in My Class – The Day I Was Called the "Demon God of Dragon Slaying" - Episode 17

“How amusing.”

With a sigh, I said those words about three minutes after the duel between Inura and Saiki had begun.

I had been a little curious about what kind of fight the representatives of Shumisen and Golgotha would put on, so I went out of my way to stand up from the leather sofa… but what I saw over the heads of the cheering crowd was nothing more than a street fight with a touch of mixed martial arts.

“Uoryaaa!!”
“Die, Inura!!”

A high roundhouse kick came out as if it were the most natural thing—
And it landed cleanly on an unguarded face.

A wild punch was thrown with full force—
And an obvious strike found its mark on the opponent’s face.

They used their crude guard and footwork techniques, but it was hard to say they were using them effectively.

The only reason neither of them had gone down was that they weren’t hitting each other’s vital points.

It wasn’t just their opponent’s movements; even their own movements were interfering with their attacks, preventing them from delivering any real power.

A sloppy fight.

A brawl with no impressive back-and-forth.

The nimble Inura bounced all around the pool, unleashing an erratic barrage of flying kicks, but every single one of them lacked precision, so he couldn’t take down the larger Saiki.

“Watch closely, everyone! This is our vice leader’s fight! His aerial combat makes full use of his superhuman agility! This is the true power of a fighting genius!”

Saiki, high on adrenaline, swung his fists in full-force punches as he chased Inura, but his weak lower body caused his upper half to sway, making it easy for Inura to dodge.

“As expected from Saiki! What an insane punch!”
“No matter how many kicks he takes, he won’t go down! The Hyper Zombie nickname isn’t for show!”
“Damn it! That punch should’ve hit, you bastard Inura!”

The members of both Shumisen and Golgotha were clearly enjoying themselves.

They were shouting at the top of their lungs, clenching their fists, and putting their whole hearts into cheering for their team’s representative.

The only ones not having fun were Noma and Aoki, who were clinging to the poolside, forced to watch the fight.

…No, I was probably in the same boat, disappointed that my expectations for an exciting match had been betrayed.

“They’re both out of tricks at this point…”

And then—five minutes into the duel—Inura, who had been moving at full speed, began to slow down, and Saiki’s punches started landing more frequently.

The end of Inura was approaching.