No matter how much emphasis is placed on the technical form of combat, physical fitness is still an important part.

While it is true that weapons and skills can make up for shortcomings, at best they allow the weak to stand on the same level as the strong and use their strengths to cover up their weaknesses. If the physically superior opponent has the same weapon and has the same amount of combat skills and experience, the odds of victory will still be higher.

People who like to boast about the omnipotence of weapons usually have little experience in using weapons. It is true that no matter how strong the body is, a cut or a stab will still bleed to death. But just the smooth use of weapons itself actually requires a lot of physical fitness.

In the heat of a fight, laymen often tense their muscles and even forget to breathe, and if they are not professionally trained, even a sword in their hand will be exhausted in a matter of minutes due to poor breathing control.

And even though there is no distinction between Rigal and the Land of the Moon, most common weapons are controlled to the weight that ordinary adults can use, and it is still difficult to describe how light they are. You can't swing them effectively without a certain amount of arm strength and stamina.

Breathing, stamina, and a cool head. Many of these things are innate, and even if they can be cultivated, there are those who grow fast and those who grow slowly based on individual differences, and how high they can grow in the end will also be limited by their personal qualities.

There is a gap between people, and the so-called honing skills can be completed to catch up, but in fact, most of the time it is just words used to comfort people with mediocre qualifications. Even if weapons can largely fill the gap between physical fitness and physique, they still can't change the fact that this gap exists.

Not to mention, hand-to-hand combat without weapons.

"Okay!

In hand-to-hand combat, the difference in physique is an impassable wall.

No matter how much they train, a lighter and shorter person will feel very embarrassed against a heavyweight opponent who is a weight class taller.

In the center of the site is a cleared dirt soil, surrounded by some straw mats and sand as a boundary.

Countless people gathered around the circle to look at the two people facing each other, and the one standing in the right corner was a typical Japanese dress, but he was still shirtless in the cold weather. He is very strong, and he lowered his posture and put his hands on his knees, showing his appearance with a big waist and a round waist with this posture, which looks very majestic.

The person on the other side was dressed as if he was drinking tea at home, standing leisurely, and even wearing a strange mask at the critical moment when the fight was about to begin, as if he was not worried about his breathing and vision being affected.

But no one dared to underestimate this laid-back fellow, firstly because he was proud of the physique of everyone around him, and secondly, this man had already defeated eight opponents before.

If it weren't for this, the festival would have won the first place every year, and this Sojiro, who was known as the Tiger of the Marsh, would not have been competitive and would have taken action himself on the first day of the festival for the first time in a long time.

"Ahh But judging from the standing posture and the previous performances, Sojiro judged that this person obviously didn't know how to wrestle.

He lowered his posture and lowered his center of gravity while shouting in his mouth, which seemed to be very flamboyant to scare people, but in fact he was quite cautious and cautious.

Sojiro is 48 years old this year. There is a saying that boxing is afraid of young and strong sticks are afraid of old age, and he is nearly half a hundred years old, in fact, he has passed the best period of wrestling, which is why he has always chosen to play at the end in previous years, not because he has lost his enthusiasm for this sport, but because he must retain his physical fitness.

At this age, he can't recover from an injury for a few days, and if he plays from the beginning, he may not be able to protect his position as the champion for many years.

But this time, he really had to go.

As an all-time champion, he customarily had to attend the bonfire in the middle of the night to invite the gods and shrine maidens to dance and then join the wrestling activities. And this year, as always, although there are some young people with full physical strength, most of the people who came on the first night were a little less popular, and it should have been just a group of novices who were up and down, and he just sat on it and pointed and pointed.

I don't know why a guy who was almost seven feet tall like Oni suddenly came out of the crowd and easily knocked out all the newcomers present.

Then, just when Sojiro had a premonition that something was wrong and was about to leave under the pretext of Xiao Jie, there was a wave of noise in the crowd and asked him to play.

It's hard to ride a tiger.

This opponent is clearly inexperienced, but he has a natural good foundation. Dealing with such a person, and it was on the first night of the festival, it was simply the worst situation for him. Because he is bound to have to expend a lot of energy to overcome his opponents. At this age, it is doubtful whether it will be possible to return to its full state in a few days.

Winning against him would have taken the group for granted, and if he lost, his title would be lost, and the wealth and fame that would come with it would be gone - although he didn't think he was going to lose, if he spent too much energy here, he would lose some form in the more important matchups that would follow.

The inner entanglement is reflected on the outside, and it becomes a small step to lower the center of gravity. Despite shouting and patting his thighs, Sojiro never rushed forward.

"Why is Lord Sojiro a little hesitant. There was a whisper in the crowd.

Procrastination is not good for him, this opponent has already fought against eight people, and looking at his inexperienced appearance, he must have consumed a lot of physical strength. Thinking like this, the champion, who lowered his center of gravity, shouted "Wow!" and rushed forward.

He takes a stance that is expected of a heavier opponent than himself, taking advantage of his shorter height to lower his center of gravity and making it less likely to be taken down, while his opponent's long legs allow him to trip more often.

"Smack!!" grabbed his opponent's waist and left leg with his powerful palm, and then Sojiro rushed forward with great speed and pressed his shoulder against his opponent's body.

"Okay!" "Sojiro-sama!" The crowd erupted in a tsunami-like cheer for this assault, which was his usual signature move, throwing his opponent to the ground before he could react, and many people were directly defeated by this move.

"Goo———— but the blushing champion couldn't shake the opponent in front of him at all this time.

"This guy, has it taken root under his feet? ”

"Actually, even that Sojiro-sama—" The whispers in the crowd knocked on Sojiro's heart one after another, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't knock his opponent down.

"Shit, this guy must be wearing a mask and pretending to be Oni!" scolding inwardly, Sojiro, who decided that the other party must be inhuman, no longer intended to keep his hand, he changed his posture, one leg reached between his opponent's legs, and then hooked his ankle while pushing his body with the other hand, intending to destroy his balance like this.

"Bang!!" But again, not moving.

"Whew—" On the other side, who had been still, our Sage exhaled softly, then changed his stance.

"Heh, are you going to fight back!" the vigilant Moorland Tiger retracted his body like a thunderbolt, and then lowered his center of gravity again.

"Huh-" The opponent spread his feet, and then condescendingly reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "It's fast, but it's not fast enough!" Sojiro thought to himself, and then stretched out his hand faster than Henry: "Bang!!" The wrestling turned into a wrestling again, he grabbed the sage's hand and turned his back to make an over-the-shoulder throw, but Henry withdrew his hand with a "whoosh" like a loach in an instant.

"Tear-" The sleeve that Sojiro grabbed was torn off in an instant, and the champion, who was revered as the Tiger of the Swamp, felt his feet leave the ground before he could react.

"Oooo

The crowd erupted in a tidal wave of shouts, and the champion, who was lifted into the air, immediately realized what had happened.

"See-hell-ah. ”

"Boom!!" The sage, who fell backwards, directly threw the battle-hardened champion unconscious.

"Oooo

"A new champion is born!"

"Anonymous in a mask!Anonymous seven feet tall as Oni!Even the Swamp Tiger was defeated by him!" The presiding officer in charge of stirring up the atmosphere jumped out and began to tout Henry, who was still standing, while Sojiro's disciples and retinue quickly ran up to check if he had been badly wounded. But the answer is very obvious, the sage will not kill in this situation, the panicked disciples pinched one of the people and took out a bamboo kettle and began to pour water on him, but Sojiro, who was choked up, rewarded a skull, coughing and scolding, "You want to choke me to death."

"Phew—" Henry, who was standing in the middle of the room indifferent to the cheers, glanced back at Sakura and Mira standing in the crowd, and the Roan girl mouthed "Mr. Sage is such a terrible adult" that he shrugged his shoulders quietly.

The sound came one after another, and the champion, who got up from the ground and found that he had not really been hurt, took one look at the strange and tall man, and walked somewhere else accompanied by his attendants.

The buzz continues, and while the wrestling is over and unfolding, that doesn't stop people from continuing to celebrate.

And the reason why our Sage Man went to this event is obviously not as simple as simply enjoying the atmosphere and following the local customs.

"Staggering—" A nice metallic sound came from the gorgeous cloth bag. The reunited Oiran and the Roan Maiden glanced at Henry, and Mira asked, "How much did you earn?" ”

"6 taels. The sage shrugged, he had been running for the prize in the first place.

"Yes, it's about the same time I spent the previous day. Oiran nodded earnestly, and Mira rolled her eyes, the currency that the Moon Country called "tael" was the same level as the Imperial gold coin, and the tael was an oblong golden coin with a hole in the middle, made of a mixture of silver and gold. Underneath it are silver coins and the smallest round copper dollar, about the size of a palm.

It was a coincidence that he made money from participating in a wrestling tournament, because there was not much money left from the samurai - and the two ladies were to blame for this, Mira and Sakura spent a lot of money on eating and drinking after going out on the street, and the sage, who had been alone in the hotel, came back almost empty-handed when he saw that the two of them had not bought much of what they should have bought, and only then did he know that the clothes he had bought had been thrown back and replaced with silver taels, and he had completely eaten and drunk.

"But the wine in the Land of the Moon is so light that it feels like drinking water. Faced with his prodigal disciple's frowning little eyebrows, not ashamed but proud, even Henry rarely held his forehead and sighed.

In the end, they had no choice but to make this decision, although it was indeed an easy prize for a sage to obtain. 6 Taels of money were divided among two taels, and it would be enough for them to buy all their things anew. The remainder can be used to buy more for what is needed and set aside for travel expenses.

They made their way through the crowd, and although Henry had just been out of the limelight in the wrestling, there was always wave after wave during such a lively festival, and people's attention was quickly drawn to the next event, and no one paid too much attention to them—

Nothing else.

Except for Sojiro.

"Little brother, please stay!"

The former champion walked out from behind with a dozen or so men, and seeing that he was not convinced to get back on the field, Mira quietly retracted her hand under the cover of the wide sleeves and grasped the short knife tucked into the inner belt.

But the unfolding she expected did not appear, and the Swamp Tiger, who originally looked menacing in the dim firelight, suddenly touched his head and grinned:

"Thank you for the mercy of my brother just now, it was the old man who underestimated you. I thought it was a layman, but you didn't put on any posture because it wasn't necessary. ”

"Do you want to cooperate with the old man and make a lot of money. ”

He laughed and said.

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