Ch.243243 – A Fight Without Rules

# Chapter 243 – A Fight Without Rules

Sing

In-court survival time: 45 seconds.

Position score: 9 points.

Total: 405 points.

When Son Ocheon saw Sing’s sword break, he realized just how reckless his challenge had been.

“If that same attack had come at me, would my hands have been cut off…?”

“Don’t say stupid things.”

“Hehaha. Right? I’m worrying for nothing, right?”

“Not your hands—both your arms would have been torn off.”

“…”

Son Ocheon physically demonstrated the saying that cold sweat pours like rain under Hestia’s brutal honesty.

Despite being just one year apart, the difference in skill was astonishing.

“What kind of monster is this Ddidda who managed to push back such a monstrous senior…?”

A Ddidda who catches cat beastkin like they’re mice.

The predator-prey relationship of the food chain had been completely reversed.

It was a result that completely overturned common sense.

“Heh~ You withstood that too!”

Deadcat, who couldn’t pay attention to the dodgeball while deflecting Sing’s strike.

The ball that had been bouncing on the floor reached Oknodie’s feet.

“Maybe a senior could do it. Catching my sincere killing ball!”

“…You still have another level left?”

“Oh come on. Senior, you’re stating the obvious. Of course after the three-color ball and six-color ball comes the rainbow ball!”

Keeeng.

With a sound that shouldn’t come from a ball, layers of multicolored light wrapped around the blue metal ball in both hands.

Anyone could see its power exceeded the six-color ball.

It was undoubtedly a crazy murder ball with destructive power and deadly gimmicks beyond the ball that had been flying endlessly by cutting through space—a ball that would be lethal no matter how many lives you had.

“Rainbow color~~ Full attack~~!”

“…I forfeit!”

Just before the ball with unbearable power could fly toward him, Deadcat hurriedly shouted his surrender.

Deadcat

In-court survival time: 58 seconds.

Position score: 10 points.

Total: 580 points.

Two seconds.

Despite being able to win with the highest score if he just endured for a mere two seconds, Deadcat tucked his tail and fled.

Because he had no confidence in withstanding even that short time.

“The winner is Oknodie.”

“Huh? Me?”

“That includes the survival bonus.”

“But Senior Deadcat got 3 takedown bonuses!”

“Forfeiting players have their final points reduced to one-tenth.”

“Aha!”

Deadcat

In-court survival time: 58 seconds.

Position score: 10 points.

Takedown bonus 100 points per person (×3)

Total: 880 points.

Forfeit penalty final total: 88 points.

Oknodie

In-court survival time: 60 seconds.

Position score: 4 points.

Takedown bonus 100 points

Survival bonus 500 points

Total: 840 points

Individual Dodgeball Final Rankings

1st – Oknodie (840 points) – Sports festival points 10

2nd – Sing (405 points) – Sports festival points 8

3rd – Son Ocheon (150 points) – Sports festival points 5

4th – Hestia (105 points)

5th – Deadcat (88 points)

The final result was something no one expected—a second-year senior in last place!

No, perhaps saying “no one expected it” might be incorrect.

Son Ocheon thought that maybe just one person had predicted all these results.

“Eeh~ How could you just dodge!”

“…If there hadn’t been interference, I could have caught it.”

“Then shall we face each other again in the team dodgeball? That’s a promise, right?”

Deadcat rolled his eyes around and slowly backed away.

“I need to go check whether I left my fish doll on top of the bed or under it.”

Whoosh!

The senior Deadcat disappeared, jumping off the windowsill.

The first-year students (except Oknodie), now free from the murderous aura, finally relaxed.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Not caring about Oknodie’s frustration at missing the final showdown just when things were heating up, Son Ocheon, who just wanted to escape the memory of the match that left only wounds, said to that brat:

“Ddidda.”

“What?”

“My hand hurts, can we dismiss now?”

Seeing Son Ocheon’s hand dripping with blood, Oknodie started to contemplate slightly.

…He’s injured. He’s asking to be dismissed. Is this something to even think about?

“Uncle Ocheon.”

“What.”

“What level of bleeding resistance do monkey beastkin have?”

“…Seriously, why?”

“Is the bleeding too much to build bleeding tolerance without going to the medical wing?”

This kid is completely heartless.

* * *

Contract scammer Valocassio felt a contradiction seeing the familiar figure lying face down on the sofa, wrapped in bandages.

How could this reckless cat beastkin, who seemed the furthest from injury in the world, be wounded?

Does this make any sense?

“Did you face Oknodie?”

The stiffly raised tail was answer enough.

So you got thoroughly beaten.

That kid was indeed beyond a first-year.

“The rules were unfavorable.”

“Sure, sure.”

“It was a defeat if a corpse touched the ground.”

“Sure, sure.”

“I also had to deal with interference from troublemakers.”

“Sure, sure.”

“Say ‘sure, sure’ one more time and I’ll take your head.”

“No, no.”

The sofa cushion flew past his face and collided with the wall.

Kwang.

Not sure if that’s the sound a sofa cushion makes when hitting a wall.

“Go away.”

“…Our cat princess is quite vicious even when sulking.”

If he hadn’t reflexively turned his head, his neck would have been broken by the force.

“Want some catnip?”

“…Just a little.”

As he was wondering how to soothe this wicked cat for the next few hours, someone violently threw open the abandoned factory entrance with a rattling sound.

For Deadcat with his sharp hearing, that sound was essentially saying “Please, someone kill me,” so he had warned against making loud noises…!

“…”

“Huh?”

He wondered why the bad-tempered cat wasn’t getting irritated first, when he heard a familiar laugh.

“Aaah~~hahahahaha━!”

A voice that reached all the way to the innermost closed room on the second floor of the vast abandoned factory.

Beautiful honey-colored hair with a refreshing voice that flowed through the building’s structure.

There was only one person in the second year with such “noble lady” power.

“Mandela Castella!”

“Is this the rat hole where the disgraced second-year advanced class is hiding after losing to a first-year~~? Is this the dog house of the defeated dog who picked a fight first and then ran away~~~?”

“…Miss Mandela. Deadcat must be feeling down too, so perhaps you shouldn’t…”

“Aah~~? I can’t hear the words of an evil merchant who only exploits inferior class slaves~~~?”

“…”

The blonde noble lady’s twin drill hair swung militantly for all to see.

It was a hairstyle that excellently fulfilled its role of establishing dominance.

“Shut up… It wasn’t a loss based on skill…”

“Pfft~ Itwasn’talossbasedonskill~”

“If we had fought outside the court, it would have been different…!”

“Aah~~? Are you saying a second-year needs to fight seriously outside the court to win against a first-year~~?”

Valocassio, hiding behind an emergency steel plate expecting another chaotic scene from Deadcat’s murderous glare, was slightly surprised to see that the two sides weren’t engaging in combat.

How could these two women, both notorious for their bad tempers, not be fighting?

“I’m a bit surprised. You don’t pounce even with this level of provocation. Was the fight enough to deplete all of your ‘Nine Lives’?”

Deadcat, who didn’t even want to respond, turned his head away and ignored her.

…But then he showed vigilance again and glared at Mandela Viscountess from the corner of his eye.

“Fufu. How cute.”

Glare!

An even more intense stare.

Perhaps she was enjoying that reaction and deliberately getting on Deadcat’s nerves.

That’s what Valocassio thought.

However, Viscountess Mandela wasn’t just a noblewoman with militant drill hair that only knew how to swing left and right.

‘Though teasing is fun, to take all the life stacks from a child whose skills are ‘real’… Not bad~?’

A smile formed on Mandela’s lips.

It was a bright smile like the day she first discovered Deadcat, a toy she could play with happily for a year.

“Fine. I’ll withdraw for today.”

“…Drill hair. Are you crazy?”

“Fufu. Provocations don’t work? You’ve already lost all your stacks anyway.”

“!!”

“Don’t be so scared. Butchering a weakened cat isn’t a refined noble’s hobby.”

Her clicking footsteps stopped at the doorway.

“Oh right. I have a feeling that ‘dodgeball’ might come up in this year’s inter-grade competition? Not that I particularly want it to happen~~?”

“…?”

“So until Friday when the inter-grade competition is held, make sure to recharge your stacks diligently. We need to avenge the second-years who lost to first-years, don’t we? Aaah~~hahahahaha~~~!”

The sound of her heels clicking loudly down the metal stairs was followed by the entrance door closing with a rattling bang.

Despite all these nerve-grating sounds, instead of showing his fierce temper, Deadcat licked his hand with his tongue and vowed revenge.

“Valo. Give me fuel.”

“Do you really think the inter-grade competition event will be dodgeball as the Viscountess said?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

If it happens, so be it.

If not, that’s fine too.

“In a fight without rules, I’ll prove who will win.”