A Wonderful Aspect of Autumn: Action (29)

"Haaah... You really kept me on the edge of my seat, honestly."

After watching the battle finally conclude right before me, I sighed and let my weight sink into the sofa. I was so exhausted because Jigoro and 'Ogre Heart-Pounders' had fought so fiercely.

Every member of 'Ogre Heart-Pounders' possessed the toughness unique to Ogre-type monsters. Even after being kicked in the face or pierced through the abdomen by a spear-hand strike, they remained full of energy. They took blow after blow that would have killed a human, yet refused to die and kept getting back up.

Facing such tough opponents, Jigoro had been forced to struggle. His chest was slashed by a battleaxe, his head was struck by a nail bat, his abdomen was gouged by a machete, and he was beaten repeatedly with the chain whose spiked iron ball had been lost. If any of those attacks had hit me directly, I would have been at least mortally wounded.

Even so, Jigoro was the one who won. He pummeled their entire bodies with his bare hands, gouged their vital points with his claws, destroyed their weapons, pierced their bodies with his horns, and tore chunks from them with his fangs. It was his usual rampage, combining the martial arts he had presumably honed through rigorous training with savage, unrestrained violence.

However, what Jigoro used most often in this battle was throwing technique. He dodged attacks while landing blows, then locked his opponents' joints and threw them to the ground or into other enemies. At times, he even used one enemy as a shield against another's attack, showing just how underhanded he could be.

"I thought Jigoro-san was good at punching and kicking, but he can use throws too... He's invincible with his bare hands, isn't he?"

"Hahaha, Jigoro-kun is good at ground fighting and chokeholds too. He used them on me when I had him teach me martial arts in a mock battle."

Good grief, was nothing off-limits? And those techniques weren't a matter of being skilled at using martial techniques; they were simply skills he possessed himself. What kind of training would it take to become that strong?

"Ground fighting, huh...? Sounds pretty advanced! Why don't you have him teach you, Mott-san?"...