The Incompetent Bratty Prince is out (4/4 chapters)
Just When I Thought I Defeated the (Second) Protagonist, an Intruder Appeared
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“Huh? Owen, where’s your weapon?” (Harold)
I asked Owen, who stood unarmed and barehanded, while I held the Jet Black Shield Casparleague in the training grounds.
Well, if it were Liliana, the stomach-punching carnivore girl, that might be one thing, but Owen can’t pull off that kind of trick. Besides, in Enhaz, the protagonist doesn’t have any unarmed combat skills like that.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it ready. Marion.” (Owen)
“Yes.” (Marion)
The one who responded was Marion, who was standing by at the side. She handed over a single… uh… seriously? Of all things, Owen’s chosen weapon wasn’t a UR weapon but instead the SSR gag weapon, The Peerless Iron Bat. In Enhaz, there are several joke weapons, and The Peerless Iron Bat is one of them. Its appearance is exactly like a plain metal bat, and it has the highest physical attack stat among SSR weapons, 20,000.
That said, considering Hero Greatsword Caletvwlch, which Wilfred used, has an attack stat of 30,000, it’s definitely inferior. However, The Peerless Iron Bat boasts a critical hit rate of 10%, meaning one out of every ten hits will exceed the damage of Hero Greatsword Caletvwlch. So, yeah, it’s a weapon to be wary of, but since it’s a joke weapon, it’s hard to take it seriously. I wonder if that’s what he’s aiming for.
“Alright! Let’s get started! Marion, give us the signal!” (Owen)
“Understood.” (Marion)
Owen spun the Peerless Iron Bat around like a warm-up.
Hmm… Maybe I should’ve asked Xandra and the others not to head back to the dorm. After all, Cas’s earlier warning still lingers in my mind. I’m sure Marion’s planning to pull something.
“Then… begin!” (Marion)
“Oraaahhh! ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!” (Owen)
The moment Marion gave the signal, Owen charged in, yelling like some street punk while wildly swinging the bat.
Honestly, he’d look way more natural in a school uniform blazer or a gang jacket than in the royal academy’s uniform. But—
“Yup.” (Harold)
“Tch! Of course, you’d block it so easily!” (Owen)
I easily blocked Owen’s reckless swing.
I mean, when you just mindlessly swing a bat with brute force, the trajectory’s super obvious, and your form’s full of openings. That said—
“…Whoa.” (Harold)
“ORAORAORAORA!!” (Owen)
The occasional critical hit that lands packs quite a punch. It really is a one-trick, lucky-shot fighting style. And you know what? I kinda like characters with a quirky, niche strategy like that.
“Still, I don’t plan on losing.” (Harold)
“Heh! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” (Owen)
From there, I kept blocking Owen’s attacks. He tried all kinds of weird, unexpected moves to catch me off guard, but I still managed to counter them all. And after an hour—
“Haa… Haa… Damn it… I can’t hit him at all…” (Owen)
“Phew…” (Harold)
Owen dropped to his knees, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat from his brow.
Impressive. He’s got stamina on par with the heroine crew. Sure, he’s the protagonist, but unlike Wilfred, Owen only started training after entering the royal academy. His rapid growth really shows his potential. Add in his upbringing in the slums, where he learned to think outside the box, and you’ve got someone with the makings of a true protagonist.
Still, I have no intention of letting him win.
“What now? Wanna keep going?” (Harold)
“Heh… Of course, I wanna say yes, but…” (Owen)
Owen grinned… then flopped onto his back with his arms sprawled out.
“…Nah, I’m done. I give up. You win.” (Owen)
“Hey, that was fun. Let’s spar again sometime.” (Harold)
“You gotta be kidding! My spirit’s been totally crushed here!” (Owen)
Rude. I only blocked his attacks. Though, come to think of it, Carla said something similar after we trained together.
“Still, you really are amazing, Aniki. I had a bit of a reputation in the slums, but I couldn’t touch you.” (Owen)
“Nah. For the record, Xandra’s stronger than me.” (Harold)
“Ah yeah, I get that.” (Owen)
I sat down next to him, and we laughed together.
The protagonist and the designated loser character, hanging out like this. I guess that counts as changing the game’s fate, right?
“Haru.” (Casparleague)
“I know.” (Harold)
Cas’s one word prompted me to rise to my feet.
Marion had readied her Sky Drive War Axe. But she wasn’t looking at me, she was staring toward the center of the training ground.
“Here it comes!” (Casparleague)
“Yeah!” (Harold)
Suddenly, a massive shadow blotted out the training grounds.
We all looked up, and saw a crimson, flame-colored chicken-like monster glaring down at us from the sky.
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