29-years-old bachelor Was… brought to a different world to live freely. - Chapter 57

Lesson 57 - I've decided to start a duel

"The battle follows tradition and takes place in Toga!

The Centaurs turned to Penelope's proclamation.

I don't know what toga is. I'll turn my gaze to Marl, but Marl also shakes his neck to the side. He doesn't even know Marl.

"Lord Tysi and the others will not know the Centaur tradition, so let me explain. Toga is the traditional dueling method passed down to Centaur. There are five major events, of which three will be chosen to face each other by mutual consent."

"Well, that sounds interesting. What kind of events are there?

"One compares to running. Start running at the same time, taking the flag at the turning point and competing for speed to come back to the starting position. The second is the power comparison. It is a win for those who pull the strings tied to each other's bodies and let them touch the ground other than the soles of the other's feet, or pull the other more than a certain distance. The third is a comparison of shooting. It will be a win for those who shoot more distant targets accurately. The fourth is the battle for the handling of livestock. Faster in the fence, it is better to collect more livestock to win. At the end of the day, it's a battle against the martial arts. Fight with your best weapon and win if you can't use your opponent's weapon, surrender, or fight. Pick three of these to do the duel. I don't deal with magic in any competition. This is Toga."

When I hear about the battle, I think about it for now. Probably, but you can win any battle. I'm not sure I'm just going to handle livestock, but I should have had some tutoring skills in my production system, so if I raised that level, I should be able to handle it. The next thing I know, I'm worried about shooting, but in my case, it's fine if you admit to joining in with a throw. Well, if you need to get your shooting skills, you'll be fine. You don't have to worry about the other three.

"You said you could choose three competitions, right? I have two requests. I've never treated livestock properly, so I want you to exclude me if you can. If you really want to take it, I'll stand. The other thing is, I barely handle bows. I'm just good at throwing. If you fight a shooting battle, I want you to acknowledge your participation by throwing."

Penelope nodded at my request and raised his voice to the Centaurs.

"Lord Tysi is not like us Centaurs. He's a brave human being who doesn't usually deal with livestock. The production lies in waving the sword, dealing with magic, discussing demons, not dealing with livestock. We as Centaurs can't compete in magic either. It seems to me fair that our Toga is obsolete of magic, whereas Lord Tysi does not include the treatment of livestock in the battle. Yes or no!

"" "" Yes!

The Centaurs spoke unanimously of Penelope's questioning. Oh, don't dong on your belly when all this number of centaurs speak out in unison on a boulder. I'm getting tense, too.

"Comparisons of shooting are made with bows rather than with throwing spears, throwing arrows, or throwing stones. If Lord Taishi is also good at handling throwing weapons, he must not be. I'm going to put you in one of the three competitions."

"No problem. You can make up your mind about the other two. I don't give a shit about cattle. And there's one of us, but I don't care if there's more than one of us. For example, there are those who run faster, those who shoot better, those who are more powerful, and those who are harder to follow, right? As I was saying, it's a fight between me and all the Centaurs here. I don't need forgiveness."

"It's a lot of confidence. Aren't you underestimating us a little too much?

"Well, I don't know. I am certain that I am confident in my strength. If that's a good idea, I wouldn't mind competing in all four competitions except for the handling of livestock, would I?

We laugh at each other with Penelope. Penelope's grin isn't just a sneer already, it's a fierce grin that just eats and kills me. I'm sure I have the same grin.

"Then let's do that. I hope I don't have to bark later."

"I'll give that word back to you as it is. I'll beat you up by the time you're done, so be prepared."

With a sneer laugh at my words, Penelope turns to the Centaurs, who look excited. Probably make a selection of members. When I dropped it off and then looked to the side, Marl was looking at me with some amazing nicotine.

"What's up?

"No, Mr. Taishi is alive."

"What the hell. Well, it's fun."

I'm kind of embarrassed, so I'm gonna stick Marl's cheek out at his fingertips. Shh, I can't help but say that Marl is so cute that he is happily protruding. I don't know what it is, but it looks like you're enjoying it. Above all.

Well, if I ran out of what I saw, it might have been just fine, because I only seemed to have enough entertainment to spend rotten time in the room I took, except for dinner.

"Oh, yeah. I just remembered some errands I'd like to get done with the Adventurer Guild, so you're going. 'Cause I don't think it's gonna take an hour."

"Mm, are you okay on your own?

"It's okay. From what I've seen yesterday, Gandhir seems to be in good security there. And if I have to, my trump card will roar behind my cape."

"Be careful... if it's too late, throw out the fight, but I'll go find it."

"Yes, then, you're going for a moment"

Marl giggles and kisses my cheek in a natural motion. Mmm, you put your arm up for stepping into my nostalgia... there's nothing to be ashamed of about anything else. I didn't say so.

Apparently the selection of personnel was completed in no time, from the young and stern Centaur to the slightly older Centaur. Exactly the centaurs of young and old were gathered together.

I do stretches that stretch my body's savings to see how it goes. Stretch, or radio gymnastics I remember. When I was doing so, Penelope approached me with the sound of a poke and a hoof.

"Lord Tysi, the selection of this personnel is over... what are you doing?

"It's a prep movement that stretches and solves body savings. You look like a monstrous dancer."

"Ha, well, yeah"

Having an irregular conversation, I saw Marr running from Gandil's side. It's only been about half an hour, but have you done your errands yet?

"You made it!

"Welcome back. Have you done your errands?

"Yes, it's done!

That's what makes me smile. Marl's face red. I don't care what you think about the elements that make you shy of the conversation you're having right now, do you? I wonder how much I've done to run.

"So, you mean to start?

"Whoa. In what order do you do it?

"That's the order of running comparisons, shooting comparisons, force comparisons, and martial arts comparisons. You should do it while the running and shooting comparisons are bright. You can compare power to martial arts with lights."

Convinced enough to be Penelope's word. It fits when the sun falls in less than two hours. Running in the dark is dangerous, and when it gets too dark, I can't see the distant target.

Some centaurs ran off with something like a bunch of straw that would be targeted. They've already started preparing for the shooting comparison.

All right, let's get started.

"Let's do that."

"Good luck, Mr. Tysi!

Waving in response to Marl's cheer, he is led to a place lined up with runaway-looking Centaurs. Every Centaur is a tight horse body with no waste, and all he seems to do is run early. It's not just men, it's women's centaurs too. Hmm, every Centaur feels bad because of his poor nutritional status lately, but his eyes are full of vivacity.

Looking at the runaways, one of them - meets the woman Centaur.

"What?"

"No, I was just looking at you because I thought you were all stunning physically. It looks like it combines flexibility and toughness. You're like a well-forged steel."

"Mmm... I won't lose so much praise."

That's what I say and I stare lightly, but my face is subtly red. Is the expression flesh like forged steel a compliment that also passes for women in a centaur way... a culture shock.

But the shy, red-faced woman stares at me. It's creepy, right?

"Ha ha, don't worry. 'Cause I'm gonna smash you in at your leisure."

"Oh? Then don't listen to me!

Centaur, a young man who also looks like a runner, calls out.

What the hell is this guy... he's not dressed so differently than the rest of Centaur, but the vibe is charming somewhere. Awesome, it's a chara man. There was also a chara man in this world.

"Can you beat us with those two short, fat legs? I'm telling you, I'm early. For God's sake, I have the blessing of the wind!

"I don't have any protection, but I can't lose either. It's a battle."

Charataurus has gotten his thumb up bishy so I'll give it back and laugh the same way. That's kind of intimate, you charlataur. Gently greet the other runaways, Centaurs. This guy always seems like a good guy. He blew a fight out of me, but he doesn't have a lot of bad feelings about it.

"That's right. You could have challenged Toga while we were weak. But you don't have to do that. You've been trying to be honest with us after you let us get our strength back. Anyone who appreciates that won't feel bad."

The Centaurs, who run into the words of Charataurus, nod as they agree. At that time, I heard a noise like a high whistle in the distance. Centaur and the others turn their gaze in the direction of the sound.

Looks like you're ready.

That's what the woman Centaur says and points her foot at the starting point. I imitated it and lined up at the starting point. There's a line of centaurs on my left and right who will be the runners. Every Centaur are splendid Centaurs with stunning horsebacks like Sarabred. If we think in the common sense of the original world, there is no reason why humans can compete with Sarabred to win. That's even if it's upside down.

But what about the logic of this world?

"You're in position...? Then let this arrow run out at the same time as it was fired. I think it looks slight from here, but a flag is available straight ahead. The first to return with that flag is the winner of this run comparison. Okay, here we go…"

Penelope finishes his explanation and keeps an arrow on his short bow. It has a special shape and when it shoots, it sounds like a whistle. The runaways, including me in the squeezing sound of a crisp bow, heighten their nervousness for the start.

I'm in a standing start with my left foot in front of me. The Centaurs are pulling their jaws and slightly contradicting their upper bodies. I guess you shake your torso forward and gain momentum at the same time as you start, that one.

Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Dodd dodd, you can hear the heavy-duty driving noise from left to right, and besides, the dirt that hangs on your face and the left and right centaurs wind up.

Buho, hey, you guys are dirty, Cora.

Well, those heads are a lot higher than mine, and if they're normal, I guess they don't care. I saw no offense. If you can use magic, you can use windshields, but it's forbidden, so it doesn't work either.

"Uh-oh!

I had no choice but to increase the pace of running and get out of the Centaur group. Pace up and come forward. Look at me. Left and right centaurs look gobbly. I couldn't believe the centauristic concurrency itself, even for a short time, but I guess I didn't expect it to pull out and protrude.

"Ugh, are you really human?

Centaur coming side-by-side with a cool face at me for getting out of the group - no, there was charlataur. The other centaurs seem desperate for it, but they can still afford this guy.

"I don't care how you look at it."

"No, I don't think humans are gonna smash us."

Charataurus laughs and waves at me as he walks side by side. Seriously, you can afford this guy. All right, I'll blow that scorched face off.

"If I take the flag, it's a real dash and a battle."

"Oh? Whoa. Whoa. I guess I'll be serious for a while."

We head to the flag gradually pacing each other. Centaur, other than Charataurus, is already far rear. Me and Charataurus run exactly like the wind.

Grab the flag with the momentum as it is and start to make U-turns in the opposite direction from each other to the starting point.

"Blessed is the Lord of Wind!

When I wondered if Charataurus had screamed that, I wrapped the wind around him and accelerated all at once. Hey, Cora, you're dirty! Isn't that magic? Good. If that's what you're going to do, we're out of touch. I've been trying to make contact for a little while.

"Ha ha, this on the boulder. This. Yeah, yeah!?

Leaving the screaming Charataurus to accelerate even further. I felt like something hit my face. The lower knocked upper body does not shake at all, only the legs rotate at high speeds. Now I might be able to shock waves out of my body or anything in a finger patch in two - no, you can do it magically normally, me.

Ah, a follow-on population. Yabe, I think I blew up a few people with crossed shock waves. Forgive me.

"Er... as a result of the deliberation, there was no indication of the use of magic against Lord Tyssi, so the comparison of the runs shall be a victory for Lord Tyssi"

Wow, it's Marl and the kids Centaurs who applaud me for my pussy and innocence. The centaurs over the age of about Tida's somewhat mindful mouth are whispering, huh? Seriously? What is this guy? UMA? Looking at me with a face like that.

Charataurus was laughing off feeling like he had to laugh anymore, but the Centaurus, who were blown away by the shockwave I generated running at supersonic speeds, objected. No, well, I don't even know what it feels like. I doubt it either.

If I run, fly and jump at all costs and cause a petite environmental destruction, the flow will be that Penelope's old man made an earlier declaration.

The faces of the Centaurs, who are planning to compare forces and martial arts, look like blue skies, okay?

"Next time we compare shooting... Lord Tysi, can we aim for that target from here?

"That one."

Remove the black steel throwing pile (throwing pile) from storage to view the target. I don't know how far it is. About three hundred meters. It's tiny.

That's generally not the distance you aim at with a throw. Wouldn't it be hard to hit a bow and arrow? A skilled sniper equipped with an accurate sniper rifle from the original world would be an unlikely distance.

Set up a throwing pile.

This is one of those improvements based on lessons learned from the disgusting meat hunk battle of the past. It has increased ballistic stability during long-range throwing with a stabilizing wing on the rear. You're more of a precision and range conscious type than power. It's shaped like a tai arrow with swollen tips to take the center of gravity to the tip - it's like a small mortar shell by design. It's made of total black steel and doesn't contain explosives or anything.

"Oops!

Dovan! and makes the sound of cracking the atmosphere and the throwing pile turns in a straight line. It's also troublesome to think you've used magic again, so it's about half as powerful as you can get. If you throw everything you can, the throwing pile will be red-heated due to friction with the air, and the trajectory will want to see the laser.

The distant target took a direct hit from my throwing pile and became a piece of wood dust. Uhm, should I have thrown it softer? Looking back at him with that in mind, there was a penelope with some enlightened expression and some centaurs to join compared to the shooting that made the light disappear from his eyes. Both have empty dry laughs. What's this scary about?

"Ha ha... Lord Taishi, that target is a difficult distance to target even with a bow. It doesn't arrive in the first place with a throw."

Right?

I do think the world record didn't reach 100 meters with the throw of aiding in the original world. It's an out-of-the-box move to aim and hit with the throw 300 meters away, right? I understand.

"That means I win."

"Yes."

After that it was somehow Gdagda.

Naturally not talked about one-on-one in comparison to force, but eventually overwhelmed even five-on-one. In comparison to Wuwei, I couldn't force myself to die from before the start. Seriously, I heard a voice in my mind asking me to give it a break, so I suggested changing the content of the force test.

"You attack me as much as you like. I'll scratch it and touch somewhere in your bodies, or I'll destroy your weapons. The guy who got one of them hit by me walked out of here treating him like he was dead in action. I basically try not to let you guys get hurt. All of you will die in battle or surrender. Or settle if I'm incapacitated or surrendered. How about this?"

"On top of being much different from the original style, it's in our favor if we think about it normally... are you sure?"

"I don't mind if we fight one-on-one."

"Then with Lord Tysi's proposal. All right?"

"" "" "" Answer!

You guys must be changing too soon, right?

Then I'll give you some time to set up an operation.

Penelope went into a group of warriors saying no, and started arguing about the operation against me. I can appreciate that willingness to do it or to win, even as my heart is about to break before the overwhelming difference in strength.

I'm a little far away. I'm heading to Marl's. They mixed it up with the Centaur women and children and watched the game, while they showed and bought the Centaur products. I was nicotine taking the ethnic costume and the fabric used for it.

"Ah, Mr. Tysi, welcome back"

"Oops. The warriors say it's an ops meeting."

The sun will soon fall, so I'm sure it will start while my vision works.

A large thick carpet was laid on the dry meadow, and the Centaurs wiped their hooves and went up on it to be generous. Marl and the boots I wear are so hard to take off that I sit back on the edge of the carpet and throw my feet out into the dry meadow.

"You're strong. Is he a brave man?

"It's like that. Thanks."

Aunt Centaur recommended me to take the bamboo and mouth it. It's a pretty sour drink. It feels like dairy products. I also feel slight alcohol. Is that horse's milk liquor? Looks like she's exercising a little and dripping over her tired body.

I drank it all at once.

"It's sour and sappy. Delicious."

"Ha ha, good drink! Wouldn't you? Because it's made of cumin's milk."

That being said, Aunt Centaur turns a meaningful gaze to the beautiful Mr. Centaur sitting right next to Marr. Beautiful Mr. Centaur had a pocan look for a moment when he heard his aunt's words, but all of a sudden Bon turned his face so bright red that it seemed like a phonetic sound and ran over to me suddenly.

Huh? What is it? I'd be scared if they came running on a Centaur giant, no matter how beautiful you are.

When she stopped in front of me, she looked at the emptied bamboo and my face over and over and moved her mouth flat. Her face is bright red and she has tears. So what?

"Cumin, you said it was delicious?

"Whoa, whoa! Aunt Cass's grandmother. Oh, my God!

That being said, Mr. Beauty Centaur - Mr. Cumin has driven away with great momentum. Uh, that, that is. Do you mean thumping made from the milk of the beautiful Mr. Centaur, Mr. Cumin? What double-sense breastfeeding play in person.

"Mr. Tysi"

"Yes."

"Do you have anything to say?

"... was it a pleasure?

I smiled and was flanked. Super painful. Too unreasonable.

"I was there... somehow, I have a lot to ask you... does Centaur give you milk without having to get pregnant or something?

"I can get it out. Centaur, a woman, can milk the nutrition she's been accumulating from time to time in these emergencies. It's just, well, it's embarrassing for an unmarried woman, right? Normally, they drink only among women and children, and they don't let men drink it. So, because there is no body to throw away the milk and alcohol made by squeezing in embarrassment around the corner, we consume it."

Centaur is amazing. It's too mysterious of life... it's a camel or something to keep nutrients in your milk. Besides, I don't know if I can secrete with one of my own will.

"So, why did you give me a drink?"

"Ha ha! It's my aunt's little tea eye. That was delicious, wasn't it?

"I'd love a treat, Mr. Marr. Ouch!

I can chop a thousand pieces of meat off my flank! Seriously, it hurts!

Milk wine made from Centaur's milk? I wonder if you would wear a photo of the beautiful Centaur squeezed into a bottle and sell it as a specialty. Put on a little colorful painting or something. Yeah, you only smell dangerous. Let's forget it.

"Are you thinking about something weird?

"No, I'm not."

"That's a great read."

Marl comes around my cheek with his index finger. Yame-ro. Yo.

That's how the operational meeting and preparations ended while I was playing, and the warriors, including Penelope, picked me up. All right, let's change our minds and go.