Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering the Greek Goddesses at the Start!

"Moran, you're up...!"

Camus held her camera tightly in both hands.

Her delicate, pretty face was filled with nervousness and worry.

She prayed inwardly for Waver and Moran to win, hoping to see his handsome face after his victory.

"First, I'll start with that annoying face of yours!"

Kemia let out an arrogant laugh.

He had been intimidated by Moran's divine and handsome face before, so he attacked with revenge in mind.

His fist, the size of a sandbag, shot towards Moran's face.

Bang—!!

A dull thud erupted from the collision of fist and flesh.

A heatwave that could shake one's soul spread outwards.

Even Camus dared not look directly.

For a moment, she couldn't help but close her eyes.

Although she wanted to believe in Waver and Moran more than anyone, a part of her still felt that defeating reality was difficult.

She didn't want to see the people she admired.

Beaten by the iron fist of reality until blood flowed.

Rumble—!!

Smoke and dust kicked up by the strong wind filled the area, and a dark figure flew out, smashing hard against a marble pillar.

A suffocating atmosphere began to spread.

Everyone outside the arena widened their eyes in disbelief, as if they had witnessed something that subverted reality.

Silence, so quiet it was terrifying.

The training ground fell into a deathly silence so profound one could hear a pin drop.

"—How, is that possible."

The first to break the silence was a voice trembling with astonishment.

It was filled with shock and disbelief.

The smoke and dust swirling in the training ground gradually dissipated, revealing the situation within.

"The one who was sent flying was... Kemia!?"

Lishar exclaimed, her face draining of color in shock.

She was also a member of El-Melloi's class and one of those who believed Moran and Waver had no chance of winning.

In the end, it was a complete surprise to everyone.

"Oops, my hand slipped, Kemia. What were you saying you wanted to show me earlier?"

Moran casually wiped his hands.

His right fist was stained with fresh blood.

Waver looked completely bewildered.

He looked around, not knowing what had happened.

"Oh?"

Kayneth's eyes lit up as he stroked his chin.

He had watched every second of the battle.

To summarize what he saw—it was agility.

Moran saw through the opponent's lunge and couldn't change direction.

At this point, Moran chose not to dodge, but to counterattack head-on.

With a twitch of his head at the last fraction of a second, he dodged the punch and followed up with a punch to Kemia's abdomen.

Mana circulated, power concentrated.

Combined with the reaction force and precise control.

This powerful output was completed in a thousandth of a second.

It was simply, fluid as water.

It wasn't until Kemia was sent flying by the explosive, heavy punch of mana that Kayneth realized he had forgotten to breathe.

"This efficient mana circulation and rich combat experience are rarely seen even in the Clock Tower... Perfect!"

Kayneth couldn't help but praise.

However, this level of perfection also made him think.

Moran, in that instant, seemed less like an ordinary student in a classroom and more like a seasoned warrior.

Much like an Agent of the Holy Church.

His entire body had been honed into a weapon for combat.

"Hmm... Kemia has lost consciousness and can't fight. Have a few people carry him to the infirmary for treatment."

Kayneth arrived beneath the stone pillar.

He saw Kemia completely embedded in the stone pillar.

It was known that this stone pillar, reinforced with a Magus's enchantment, could withstand a truck collision without budging. Yet, Kemia had crashed into it with such force that it was nearly snapped in half.

One could only imagine how strong Moran's power was.

If Magus didn't enhance their bodies with enchantments during combat, a normal person's physique would likely have exploded on the spot.

"Ugh... You bastard! What did you do!?"

Amures, snapping back to his senses, yelled in terror.

He couldn't believe Kemia had been taken down with a single punch.

That guy was a model student on the same level as him!

A new generation Magus recognized by Teacher Kayneth!

How could this be! How could it end like this!?

This kind of absurd mistake couldn't possibly happen in reality!

"What did I do? Hmm? Didn't you see clearly?"

Moran placed a hand on his hip, feigning confusion.

He was so nonchalant, as if he were just taking a stroll down the street, acting as if he had merely done something insignificant.

"Moran, you were the one who sent Kemia flying?"

"What else? Like I said, when the water rises, we build a dam; when the soldiers come, we block them. Waver, you'll be waiting to receive an award with me."

"An award... Hahaha..."

Moran was still leisurely chatting with Waver.

It was as if they weren't undergoing any challenge.

He completely ignored his opponent, Amures.

"Gah! Impossible!

How could Kemia be defeated by a third-rate like you! Teacher Kayneth! There must be something wrong!"

Amures, of course, couldn't accept it.

He couldn't bring himself to admit that he hadn't seen anything clearly just now.

He couldn't even capture and analyze the process of the fight.

Saying it out loud would likely result in him losing face completely. He absolutely could not bear such humiliation.

Ps: I explained this in the comments, but my heart is too tired. The modern-day arc is only about ten chapters long, and it will be over soon, at the latest by tomorrow. Sigh.

Regarding the protagonist arguing with Kayneth out of sheer boredom, this touches upon the protagonist's principles.

The protagonist isn't opposing the theory of bloodlines.

What he opposes is the conclusion that innate talent completely determines everything.

It's true that the protagonist gained his abilities through simulations, but those were earned through twenty-six years of effort, blood, and sweat, the result of achieving various legends and feats.

He himself possesses extremely strong agency and vision, and he could participate in the Holy Grail War without any issues. It's just that his personality before the simulation was quite lazy.

Kayneth's definition of innate talent is too absolute, which is why the protagonist felt he was being too rigid and argued against it. Coupled with the protagonist having just returned from a simulation, he carries the heroic memories of twenty-six years of resisting his predetermined fate. It would be strange if he didn't argue with Kayneth.

Everyone, think about it, if I always have to do reading comprehension like this.

I'll definitely be chased and cursed for padding the content. This is certainly not what you guys want to see. The word count for this explanation alone could allow me to add another chapter.

I'm currently trying to catch up on my writing while also thinking about these things.

Lately, I've basically been sleeping at two or three in the morning.

My heart is tired, truly tired.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Lost Art, Pankration [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"Hmph, Amures, are you suggesting that Moran and Waver had a chance to cheat under my personal supervision? Or do you believe my eyesight as Lord El-Melloi is inferior to yours?"

"No! That's not it! I didn't mean that!"

Kayneth's personality was characterized by noble arrogance.

However, he despised Magus who didn't follow the rules even more.

Especially Magus who violated etiquette.

Fortunately, Amures was merely a bit short-sighted; he wouldn't quibble with a mere student.

Unless, of course, the student wanted to argue with him.

Just like Moran.

"Damn it! Curse it! It's all you guys! If I just defeat all of you! Then everything will be fine!"

Amures's brain gave up trying to think.

He truly couldn't fathom how Moran had dealt with Kemia.

However, there was one thing he could figure out.

He absolutely had to defeat Waver and Moran here, otherwise, he might lose all his past honors.

Even his future as a Magus.

"Waver, get away from here."

"Huh?"

"Amures is about to make his move. If you get caught up in it later, don't come asking me for medical expenses. I'm broke."

Upon hearing this, Waver immediately retreated, clearing the battlefield.

This battle, he wanted to help, but his heart was willing while his strength was insufficient.

It was exactly as Moran had said.

"Go down! Fall!"

Amures initiated the assault on Moran first.

The gale stirred up by his punch roared as if it could tear apart eardrums.

It continuously lunged at Moran like a roaring beast.