Chapter 143
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 143
Chapter Title: Martial Arts Without Chivalry
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I trained roughly like that with Sheit, doing some muscle workouts. He said he wanted a special method, but as someone who wasn't a professional trainer, I had nothing to offer in terms of advice.
"Simple. Just eat well and sleep well. You've still got potential."
My large build came from finishing my growth spurt with proper nutrition in modern society. It was different from the start compared to these scrawny isekai folks.
Look at Kobson.
His short stature was the average height for men in this world.
More than that, I'd transferred right after finishing active duty, in my first year of reserves, when my body was at its absolute peak from extreme training. I'd come to this world already possessing a body honed to the limit and built to my weight class. Of course my physique was top-notch.
Sure, early on I'd suffered unbelievable muscle loss, but now that I was making money and maintaining optimal nutrition, I'd actually surpassed my old self.
"I... I've already passed the age to grow?"
"What?"
I was currently spotting Sheit as he did sit-ups. He panted out his response to my words.
Growth age over?
"Aren't you a minor?"
"Twenty-three."
"Got it."
Twenty-three. Surprisingly, Sheit and I were the same age. His build and soft-looking face had made him seem like a full-on teenage kid.
Honestly, my own age was fuzzy enough that I wasn't entirely sure, but at twenty-three, he was probably my junior by a year or two or three. Legally speaking, we were basically the same age.
My current age was probably around twenty-four to twenty-six.
That's a huge variance.
"Friend, it's too late then. Once you've passed your growth spurt, your body doesn't grow again. But if you want muscle, just eat well and work out like hell. Muscles grow, unlike height."
"Not exactly what I wanted to hear."
"Everyone says that."
Still, having company made the training time fly by.
Recalling my half-baked Earth knowledge, muscle training required considering recovery time. That was enough for today. I watched him finish his reps and stood up.
"Already leaving?"
"This is plenty."
"Wait. Mind a quick spar before you go?"
"A spar?"
Sheit stopped me.
He wanted to spar before I left. It wasn't a big deal, and I wanted to test myself against someone of similar skill anyway. We were training at the same guild, so our levels should be about the same, right?
"Sure, no problem."
"Thanks. Wanted to see what you've got."
We grabbed wooden swords and started sparring on the spot.
"Here I go."
Since my opponent wasn't Karin, I had to hold back on the power. Clack! Wooden swords made a different sound from real blades clashing. Good. Time to see just how good a guild trainee was.
Our wooden swords crossed. I twisted the blade upward just like Karin had taught me. Karin would've countered right away from there, but Sheit was different.
He got completely suppressed immediately.
"...How long have you been training?"
It was way too easy.
"About two months? More importantly, you're strong."
"No, it's not that... Never mind."
Two months. Was this the swordsmanship of a two-month swordsman? We crossed blades again, but the result didn't change. Tons of openings, attacks too predictable. Even holding back, my strikes landed clean.
Did I get too strong?
The spar ended in my overwhelming victory.
"Haa... Don't know about workouts, but the spar helped. Thanks. Wanna do it again next time? Training together too."
"Sure. Keep at it. See you."
I'd oddly made a same-age friend in a weird place.
I grabbed my clothes and headed straight out of the guild. Right, speaking of friends—Kobson. I needed to ask that guy about the Durban materials ASAP.
I wanted to track down Durban as soon as possible and give him a beating. He'd pretended to be my friend while shirking his duty and running off. Death might be too much, but he needed to atone with something close. Act all buddy-buddy, then bail at the crucial moment?
"Time to find Kobson."
I had nothing else going on and was alone anyway, so I decided to head to the Adventurer's Guild.
Figured I'd hear the latest rumors too—what was trending, where stuff was happening. Nice if I found Kobson, but the guy had a knack for vanishing whenever I actually looked. If he wasn't inside the guild, forget it.
And so I walked through the city.
It was still midday.
Not exactly downtime, apparently—carriages bustling about, groups of adventurers decked out in all sorts of vicious gear cackling as they headed somewhere. Some wore training robes, others clean robes like mages.
Squawk!
"Fuckin' drake carriage."
Drakes domesticated for pulling carriages weren't that common, but they got used to show off the owner's wealth. Some rode them, others drove them rough like this one.
Fantasy was fantasy.
I flipped the middle finger high at the driver, who'd nearly run me over without a sorry and just kept going.
Piece of shit.
Lost in thought as I approached the front of the Adventurer's Guild, a familiar silhouette caught my eye.
"..."
Familiar enough that I got a bit of déjà vu. And why not? That massive—no, ferociously protruding chest was visible even from afar.
Especially with the pink hair visible above it. I stopped in my tracks. Then Winia—whether from my footsteps or sensing my presence, who knows—suddenly whipped her head around and looked right at me.
Our eyes locked perfectly.
Winia recognized me.
"Ah! Blackie!"
The bright smile that flashed across Winia's face nearly made me second-guess our relationship for a second, but less than two seconds later, seeing her turn into a demon snapped me out of it.
Pat-pat-pat!
Winia charged at me.
Her massive breasts, barely contained by that robe, jiggled wildly. Up and down, side to side. I could almost hear the sloshing from here. Worry she'd burst right out.
Slosh-slosh.
I got completely mesmerized by the overwhelming sight.
They looked big enough to have watermelons stuffed inside. No wonder her strength was like a bull's—she was basically running with sandbags strapped on, like athletes do. Winia was sprinting with those swollen tits bouncing.
Wouldn't want a nipple slipping out... With big areolas, one wrong move and that forbidden pink might peek out. That'd spell trouble for her and me both.
Got lost in those thoughts and missed my chance to bolt.
"Ugh, uwaa!"
I backpedaled and instantly let her close the gap.
"You fuckin' blackie!"
Winia got right up in my face, beet red, and bellowed at me. A true lion's roar. The sharp sound turned my face pale—I could feel the blood drain instantly.
"I did all that and you just straight-up ignore me?!"
"Huh? What?"
It'd already been about two months since we parted.
She'd definitely said at the end to come by her inn anytime since she'd be waiting... But even if Cloudy was subtly hoping for it, a super rational guy like me couldn't just show up, nor could I accept her feelings without issues.
So I'd deliberately ignored it.
"Huh? Whaaat? Whaaaat? Does our blackie really wanna get fucked up?"
"Huh?"
"Answer properlyyy!"
Are you my senior or something?!
"Ow! Hold on! Calm down!"
"Calm down?"
Winia glanced left and right at my words. Like she was looking for someone. She checked behind me too, then looked relieved for some reason—before breaking into an ominous grin.
"Kyahaha! No girl's here today? Our blackie's screwed! Without his girlfriend bodyguard, he's just a total retard! Kyaha!"
Winia played nice when Cloudy was around, but with that solid backup gone, no one could rein her in now. I looked around too. If only Cloudy popped up from somewhere to save me...!
"Khek!"
That instant, Winia hooked her staff around my neck.
I thought I'd gotten used to it, maybe even my neck muscles had, but hearing my own scream said otherwise—it still hurt like absolute hell. Felt like my neck was gonna snap.
"Kyahahaha!"
"Gyaak! S-stop! Hurts! Hurts so muuuch!"
"Blackie hurts? Does our blackie hurt?"
"Fucking hurts!"
"It's supposed to!"
Winia, all hyped up, cackled and shook the staff.
"Yeah, yeah! No need to go easy on blackie!"
I struggled desperately to escape the chokehold, neck bones feeling like they'd shatter, but the power gap was too overwhelming.
"Aaaaghh it huuuurts!!! Stop, you fuckin' bitch!!"
I couldn't hold back and let a curse fly. Then, like time froze, the world stopped. I glanced at Winia's face—what the hell? She was straight-up murder-faced.
"What? Fuckin' bitch?"
Her tone felt ominous, so I tried to backpedal.
"N-no, that's not what I—neck hurts, y'know?"
"Fuckin' bitch?"
"Well, uh."
"Fuckin' bitch?"
"..."
"Fuckin' bitch?"
"Look, uh."
"Fuckin' bitch? Fuckin' bitch?"
Winia's demeanor was off—bad.
Pure dread hit me.
"Fuckin' bitch. Fuckin' bitch. Fuckin' bitch. Fuckin' bitch?"
"S-sorry. Please forgive me just once."
Terrified, I apologized right away. Eyes down, low voice. Winia, who'd been repeating it nonstop, finally reacted.
"That's how you apologize? Blackie's so poorly raised. Mom must've gotten fucked."
"Sh-should I kneel...?"
Pride be damned, I tried to drop to my knees. Standing before Winia made all my confidence evaporate.
But that was unacceptable to my pride as a warrior. I wasn't the type of no-chivalry guy to kneel to an evil sorceress.
Reality's a bitch, though. Pride or not, I had to do what I had to. As I started kneeling, Winia spoke.
"Forget it. Don't kneel. Are you retarded, blackie? Kneel for just anyone?"
"..."
"I like that about our blackie, but thinking you'd do it for anyone makes you seem like a huge retard all of a sudden. Right, blackie?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Right?"
With that, Winia released the hold.
I rubbed my neck, stood up straight, and looked down at her. Still those bulging veins on her massive tits. The exposed cleavage alone looked like two handspans deep.
"So, blackie. Why'd you ignore me?"
"..."
"Oh? Ignoring me again?"
"N-no!"
"Haven't learned, huh. Blackie, kneel first."
I glanced around—some idle folks staring at us. Probably curiosity over what looked like a lovers' spat. Anyway, I knelt as ordered.
"K-kneeled..."
"..."
I looked up at Winia. This time it wasn't the upper cleavage but the underboob. She'd stepped two paces closer. My forehead touched her chest.
And then.
Winia wrapped around my neck and pulled me in.
...Damn. Women's hearts really are as fickle as reeds.
"Blackie. You know how long I've been waiting since that day?"
"...You know it can't happen."
"Because of that girl?"
What could I even say?
"She seems fine, right? You crazy? Dating blackie means she's got loose screws, sure, but she's fine anyway. So? What's the problem?"
"..."
"Fuckin' asshole with rock-solid chastity, huh."
Winia bent her knees slightly and buried her head in my shoulder.
"Mom got fucked, for real. Blackie's a total mom-fuckin' piece of shit. You know that? Wanna kill you so bad. Zap you with lightning every time I see you, or roast you with fire. But fuck, this..."
Winia's emotions surged as she spat out the words. Honestly, what could I say? Can't help what can't be helped.
But I was cool-as-ice Kim Katt. At least enough of a man to comfort a woman on the verge of tears right in front of me.
Winia's body, pressed against me, started trembling.
I gently raised my arms and wrapped them around her waist. "Hngh." A weird noise escaped Winia's lips. I hugged a bit firmer, and the girl who'd been trash-talking nonstop just moments ago started settling down.