To Save My Favourite Character, I Decided To Destroy the Game’s Plot

"Schneizel. Who do you think will win?"

"Sir, that's a foolish question. How can a master not trust his disciple?"

"I don't believe in the disciple. For the same reason, I also expect Raymond to win."

　Gardias and Schneizel were chatting while watching the match.

　The talk was about who would win.

　Norwin is a young talent who has been given an environment to grow by Schneizel and has also been trained directly by him at times.

　And it is the same for Raymond.

He is the most gifted young genius in the history of the Eisenburg family, and he was trained in the spear by Gardias, who discovered his talent.

　Both are the strongest of their generation. The two men, who had been battling each other since the start of the match, were, in the eyes of Schneizel and his friend, completely competitive.

Raymond's speed is a unique and natural trait that only he possesses.

By simply pushing his speed to the max, most opponents would lose without being able to do anything about it. It is such a power that is so far beyond his capabilities.

Now Raymond was seriously putting on such speed with the martial arts he had developed up to this point. He has been practicing every day for the past two years. He is still a child, but he is not to be taken lightly.

Combining speed and skill, he is definitely a strong man that even Ghardias would be satisfied with.

　There is no way he can lose. It would be strange for him to lose. In fact, he was superior to Norwin in terms of speed.

However, Norwin, who is by far the slower man, is not defeated, but is fighting on equal terms.

　What makes him equal to Raymond? It is the variety of his skills.

Like the fact that he used his spear as a support for his attacks. Although he is a spear user, he does not stick only to the spear, but he does not neglect the spear.

　In fact, in a simple comparison of spear skills, Norwin has the advantage over Raymond.

The experience he has gained over the past year and a half since he began training, and the blood he spits every day, has allowed him to stand on the same stage as the genius, even though there is an absolute gap in terms of speed.

　Therefore, if they were to fight each other head-on, they would be completely evenly matched.

　In the arena, the two men once kept their distance. Then they exchanged some words.

"All right."

"Do you want to continue?'

"Of course. Next, a battle of attrition."

"Good. That's great."

After a brief exchange of words, the two fighters clash again. This time, Raymond again dominates with his speed, but Norwin keeps his footing.

　Norwin never stops, and he fires back at Raymond with ferocious force.

No matter how much of a speed genius he was, if he was attacked before he had time to step in, he had no choice but to defend himself.

Then, a series of breathless blows popping at point-blank range. Without taking a single step back or slowing down, he rapidly reduced his own physical strength while also taking away the strength of Raymond, who was receiving the attack.

'That's your way of fighting, isn't it?"

"I showed him that. If you are equal in strength and skill, you must win on other factors."

"I didn't give Raymond a half-hearted training. A fighter with such an aggressive attack, once he stops, it's a critical moment."

"I'm sure you know that better than I do. t and challenged that match knowing that. The boy knew it."

Schneizel watched the match with a smile, convinced that Norwin would win. Gardias was--

　For a while, during a hundred attacks and defenses, the spears of Norwin and Raymond were in a battle. One attacked, the other defended, sometimes switching offense and defense to strike again.

Norwin was still the slower of the two, but he made up for it with a variety of techniques and managed to keep challenging Raymond to a game of stamina.

　After a few minutes had passed.

"Ha, see, I told you."

　Schneizel laughed. He could see Raymond, whose movements were gradually losing their sharpness, and Norwin, who was handling the spear even faster and more precisely, in contrast.

　Raymond was swinging his spear with a pained look on his face.

　Perhaps he was nearing his limit. His spear was waning with each passing second, and his trembling legs were barely able to stand.

Norwin was in a similar state, though to a much lesser degree. His breath was short and his hand was shaking as he gripped his spear. However, he did not slow down his attack.

Raymond is falling and Norwin is speeding up. The difference between the two lies in the intensity of their daily training.

　Norwin has been pushing his body for a year and a half without missing a single day.

　It is normal for him to have a hard time. In fact, the real hardship of training comes when it gets tough, and even after exercising his body until he collapses, he cannot rest his brain.

That is why Norwin is speeding up even at this very moment. For him, the real work is ahead. He is still going up. He is still growing. This is his stage.

Raymond, who does not want to fight for stamina, shows the behavior of stepping into the ring to bet everything on a single blow.

At that moment, however, Norwin quickly took his position and stole his choice.

　Then, as if in return, he dragged Raymond into the stamina game again.

This time, he played the worst kind of stamina match, mixing in multiple feints.

"No way!"

　His body was at its limit. His brain was at its limit, too, as his thoughts were fully activated at super-speed. Raymond, who had wounds all over his body, looked at Norwin, who was in great shape, with an astonished expression on his face.

　He does not know.

　He does not know how Norwin usually pushes himself, both physically and mentally.

'I see the depths, genius!"

Norwin's spear strikes the perfect opening at the right moment.

　Raymond, seeing this...