The Incompetent Bratty Prince is out (7/7 chapters)
Debut as Gladiator
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Hello. It’s me Harold. Right now, I’m trembling in the middle of the Colosseum, my feet shaking uncontrollably. I want to go home. In fact…
“Uoooooooohhhhhhhhhh!” (Audience)
“Kill him!” (Audience)
“I bet you’ll last only three minutes! Don’t go down too quickly!” (Audience)
The crowd’s cheers, or rather, their jeers, were overwhelming.
My true nature is that of a shy introverted loner. Fighting in front of such a large audience is something I’m terrible at. The duel with Wilfred was in a similar environment, but back then, Xandra and the others were there, the referee was Sir Drake, and half of the audience were nobles, so it was much more refined. This is totally different.
“Ha… This is definitely an away match.” (Harold)
I gaze up at the sky in a daze and can’t help but sigh.
I want to run away. I want to lock myself away. If I ever find the person who threw me into this, I’ll make sure she regrets it.
“By the way, who is that woman who threw me into this situation?” (Harold)
As I tried to escape from this reality, such thoughts pop into my mind.
“Uoohhhhh!” (Audience)
A louder cheer rose, and the gate across from me opened. The man who appeared was a muscular, strong-looking guy holding a two-handed sword in his right hand and a round shield called a buckler in his left.
That’s the mob enemy that appeared in “Enhaz”, right? I never expect him to be a gladiator in a place like this. By the way, I’m also holding a sword and shield, just like him. Unfortunately, since I’m the weak Harold, the shield I’m holding is only a small one, not even half the size of “Jet Black Shield Casparleague”. I hate being weak.
“Let’s begin!” (Referee)
“Wait!?” (Harold)
The referee, who had appeared without me noticing, suddenly signaled the start of the match.
Wait, wait, wait. I’m not ready yet… What!?
“Nnnooryaa!” (Opponent)
The man swung his large sword and brought it down on me. I hurriedly block it with my shield, but since I wasn’t prepared to counterattack, I lose my balance.
“Gyahaha! Die!” (Opponent)
He swung his sword down toward my exposed neck.
I…
“Tsk!” (Opponent)
“I’m not going down that easily!” (Harold)
For a moment, I nearly panic, but the life-threatening situation made me become unexpectedly calm, and I deflected the man’s sword.
After all, I was able to block almost 90% of Xandra’s sword strikes. Even if I don’t have “Jet Black Shield Casparleague”, I can easily shut down this mob enemy’s attacks.
“What’s wrong? Wasn’t I supposed to be killed?” (Harold)
“Tsk! Don’t underestimate me!” (Opponent)
Provoked by my taunt, the man turned red with anger and charged at me. However, he lose his calm, and his attacks became predictable.
At this point, I could dodge them with my eyes closed… Well, that’s an exaggeration. At any rate, I can keep fighting, but there’s no way I can defeat him.
“Damn it! What’s going on?” (Opponent)
The man repeatedly swung his sword, but every time, it was blocked by my shield. He couldn’t even land a scratch on me. This only seemed to make him more frustrated, and now it felt like a child’s sword-fighting game.
“…” (Audience)
Over 30 minutes had passed since the match started, and most of the audience, who had been yelling insults earlier, had left. There were only a few spectators who now watched in silence.
Well, it makes sense. The ones who got bored and left are one thing, but it’s strange if the remaining audience doesn’t realize how bizarre the situation is. To the spectators, it probably looks like I’m toying with my opponent, showing a clear difference in strength, but since I, Harold, am physically the weakest, attacking is pointless. It’s quite sad.
And then…
“T-this…” (Opponent)
The man finally collapsed from exhaustion, sweating profusely, and dropped to his knees.
“Wh-what is this…” (Referee)
The referee looked up toward the upper section of the Colosseum, probably not sure what to do. Perhaps, it was the VIP section or something similar. A fat middle-aged man appeared and gave a thumbs down.
“This match will be declared a draw!” (Middle-aged man)
Seeing this, the referee breathed a sigh of relief and announced the end of the match. It seemed that the thumbs-down was a sign of approval for the decision.
“Now, get out of here!” (Referee)
“…” (Harold)
I wanted to argue, but I didn’t want to get into more trouble. So, I quietly obey and went through the door that led me back to the cell I was in before.
“Hehe! There’s no way my partner could lose!” (Casparleague)
Cas suddenly jumped out from my pocket, puffing out his chest proudly.
That’s right! …Or at least, I want to say that, but…
“Well… It was actually really close.” (Harold)
Now that the tension and fear of death from the Colosseum were starting to hit me, I realized how close I was to dying or even killing my opponent.
Right now, there’s no one who can help me, and I can’t even use my only skill, SP.
“Haru…” (Casparleague)
I forced myself to suppress the trembling that had just begun to take over my body. Sensing this, Cas placed his paw gently on me and continued to comfort me.
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