“Glad to go head to head with you, Kobayashi.”
“I give you my regards, Miyamoto.”
It was just before the beginning of the match. During that interval, Miyamoto and I briefly exchanged words.
Her eyes, which glinted behind her mask, shot a dangerous look at me, just as ever…Now I wish that I could have remembered Miyamoto’s three sizes. It would give me something to aggravate her.
“I heard it from Asao. You have a fracture in your left arm, right? To think you would make light of me by participating in the match with your current condition…!”
“A perfect handicap, is it not?”
When I said that, Miyamoto’s eyes dyed further with anger. Unfortunately for you, I’ve done some research. Though you seem composed on the outside, you’re a relatively irascible girl.
However, that doesn’t change the fact that she’s a dangerous opponent. As evidence of that, Aogasaki gave me a verbal warning some time ago.
──Kobayashi. Miyamoto’s ability is at the level where she can occasionally beat Asao. Think of her as a swordswoman above even Sasaki.──
If Aogasaki Rei is going as far as to say that, then her ability must be the real deal.
However, Aogasaki. Stop undervaluing Sasaki. That person still hasn’t fought yet. He’ll be making an appearance after this match.
As such, the match began.
(My job is to prolong the competition for as long as possible. Yukimiya and the others need to make it in time for the next matches. I’ve got to do it…I’ll hold out for as long as possible…I’ll drag this match out!)
With a shuffle of her feet, Miyamoto gradually closed the distance. As I should expect from someone like her, she didn’t leave any gaps for me to sneak in a hit.
“What’s with your attitude? Could you actually be an amateur in the sword? Well, even if that’s the case, I have no inclination to go easy on you. This is your retribution.”
“…Miyamoto, let me say this first. Sorry, but I don’t think this will be an easy victory for you, you know? Furthermore, I don’t think this will be a worthwhile match either.”
“What are you saying?”
“This is a poor matchup. Since you’re going against me──you’re no more than comic relief!”
It happened right as I finished speaking, An eye-popping sword attack flew towards my face.
Though I dodged it right away, Miyamoto began launching a chaotic rush of blows. Her swift attacks were more breathtaking that I had imagined. Her Miyamoto family name is not for show.
“Mask! Torso! Forearm!”
However, she’s just a girl in the end. Or to be more specific, she’s just a human in the end. That much won’t faze a vessel of the “Evil Spirit.”
Well then, perhaps I should launch a counterattack. Have a look at the Kobayashi style of the sword!
“Breasts! Tush! Calf!”
While boldly declaring the parts I would aim at, my bamboo sword made a noise as it cut through the air. Though my opponent, the formidable foe she is, was surprised, she managed to barely defend against my attacks.
“There’s nothing about that in the rules! Take this seriously!”
“Navel! Navel! Navel! The armpit, where you missed a spot when shaving!”
“I, I did not miss a spot!”
In the blink of an eye, I was now the one in control.
There were children laughing in the back. Even the audience was charmed…that’s Kobayashi Ichirou’s harassment-swordsmanship for you.
“Panties! Navel! Bra! Navel! Garter belt! Navel!”
“I don’t have a garter belt on! Also, you’re targeting my navel far too much!”
“The breasts that I want to rub! The thighs I want to caress! The nape I want to lick! I want to lick that nape!”
“Aren’t you just blurting out your desires now?!”
…As I repeated this indecent offense,
The referee, who couldn’t keep watching, stopped the game momentarily and spoke to me.
“Follow the rules properly.”
“My apologies. I only have experience with fencing…”
“You going to anger the fencers out there. Anyways, if you do that again, you will lose due to infringing the rules.”
I got a bit carried away. Time to be serious. I’m more or less being seen as a pupil of the Aogasaki dojo right now. I shouldn’t create a slew of disapproval.
“T, this pervert…!”
Miyamoto was angry and her shoulders were trembling. I could almost see the steam coming out of her mask.
“My apologies, Miyamoto. I’ll be serious about this and use the Aogasaki style now.”
With a bow of my head, I repositioned my bamboo sword. I’ve probably bought a little bit of time.
…I plan on pretending to win this match by a stroke of pure luck. That’s something I’ve decided on after glancing at the adult, Kiriya, when we stood in a line a while ago.
Based on what I’ve heard, that person’s strength is extraordinary. Yukimiya and Elmira, with their supernatural abilities sealed, would probably have a hard time winning.
(Sasaki’s a powerful person, and there’s no guarantee that we can win against him. That being the case, it’s better if we make this our second win.)
Right. If that can happen, then there’s no need to wait for Yukimiya or Elmira. If we have to withdraw from the third and fourth matches, that would leave us with two wins and two losses, leaving the fate of the competition to Aogasaki.
(No wait, but…leaving Elmira aside, Yukimiya had been doing her best for this…she said that she “wanted to be helpful to Rei.’)
I want her to participate in the competition, even if she loses. In the first place, would Aogasaki even consent to such a shoddy proposal like withdrawing?
I was also worried that cutting the second match short might make things boring…and while I was worrying about such things,
Once the match resumed, Miyamoto once again fiercely lunged at me.
“Hah! Ah! A thrust!”
Miyamoto continued attacking incessantly, seeming hysterical. That’s also when I realized that I didn’t need to call out where I was going to strike. However,
(It’s impossible for you to beat me with that degree of effort!)
I intercepted the countless number of blows she launched at me. I passed on many of the chances to counterattack, leaving me to just be on the defensive. Each impact caused both of my arms, especially my left arm, to creak.
At any rate, I can’t let the match end too quickly. Once Ryuuga and the others come back, things will at least follow the script somewhat. For now, I just need to buy some time!
“T, this guy is strong…he’s not your average pervert!”
──Before I knew it, Miyamoto got tired from attacking and was breathing heavily.
She seemed to have realized that all of her attacks were being seen through. The anger from her eyes vanished, and were replaced with a sense of unease.
“Weren’t you supposed to be an amateur? Why, why are you able to handle my sword…the sword that had even reached up to Asao’s level…?!”
“That’s the way the cookie crumbles. I had been reading through ‘Musashi no Ken’ for this day.”
“W, what idiotic nonsense…”
“Now then, this time I’ll make a move. If you remain willy-nilly, then you just might end up losing! You’ll have your turn again in a moment, Miyamoto!”
Just like what I said, I quickly shifted to the offensive.
Though I put in a fair amount of force, Miyamoto managed to narrowly stop the blows. Gradually retreating, she was overwhelmed while unable to launch a counterattack. Her expression warped, as if she could burst into tears at any given moment.
“This can’t be real…me, the top of the class in Getsushiyoukan…being so one-sidedly pushed back!”
“You shouldn’t get too prideful, Miyamoto! There’s always a bigger fish!”
“You say you’re the top of the class at Getsushiyoukan, so what?! Haven’t you ever though about training in a higher-level environment?! Something like the Aogasaki dojo?!”
Amidst the bustle, I tried recruiting her to the Aogasaki dojo. She’d probably be a good practice partner for Aogasaki. Since Getsushiyoukan snatched Tanaka away, don’t mind me as I do the same thing with Miyamoto!
My fierce attacks drove Miyamoto to a corner. The children raised a cheer.
“What’s the matter, Miyamoto?! Your feet stopped moving! They say that a sword-wielder’s true value comes out when they’re in an unfavorable──”
Something happened the moment I got carried away and started preaching to her.
My left arm──suddenly felt a sharp pain. The sting was accompanied by a large crackle.
I involuntarily shouted, dropping my bamboo sword in the process. When I was about to pick it up in a panic, the referee raised one hand and spoke.
“Dropping a sword is a violation! That, coupled with your previous unsportsmanlike conduct, means…the winner is Getsushiyoukan!”
The venue fell completely silent for a different reason than the first match. After a brief period, the children began booing me in unison.
“Dropping the sword is against the rules!”
I didn’t know such a rule existed. In that case, does it also mean I can’t throw a bamboo sword, steal one from my opponent, and connect them together with a string to make a nunchaku?!
(They did that in ‘Musashi no Ken’…)
No, that’s not what I should be focusing on right now.
The match is over. I didn’t buy enough time for Yukimiya and Elmira to arrive yet. Furthermore…I lost.
(Guh, to think that my left arm would hurt at a time like this…)
The area near the fracture still throbbed with agony, the pain continuing to heighten. It didn’t interfere with my daily life, so I thought that it would have been fine.
This injury had been given to me by Kurogame, who was currently in the remote region of Canada. The nerve that tortoise has to not only run away from her responsibilities, but also leave behind a parting gift…!
“…It’s swollen. You’ve been fighting with your left arm in that condition?”
Miyamoto, noticing my arm, spoke. She had already taken off her mask and crouched down to look at it.
“I suppose so. Though, that’s no excuse for me losing. Jeez, I feel like punching someone.”
“You’re being quite hard on yourself. My impression of you has changed a bit…no actually, a lot.”
While saying that, Miyamoto smiled at me for the first time.
After having only seen her with a harsh look on her face, she looked cuter than I had initially thought. The person I “felt like punching” was Kurogame, but I didn’t say that out loud, of course.
“That’s the first time I’ve faced an internal crisis during a match. Perhaps I have been prideful. To be able to see that so easily…is quite amazing of the Aogasaki dojo.”
Miyamoto stood up and turned around. She walked away, telling me something at the last moment.
“How about another match once your left arm heals? I feel that I can come to realize more of my immaturity when I stand with you. Then afterwards, I can tell you my three sizes as thanks.”
“N, no thank you, I’ve already turned over a new leaf.”
“Of course, keep it a secret from Hinomori Ryuuga. The only one who can know about that information…is you.”
…It seems that I somehow raised yet another flag.
Walking back while stricken with regret, I bowed my head to Aogasaki.
“Aogasaki, I’m sorry…”
“No, you did your best with that left arm. Right, I suppose it didn’t heal. Even so, you went that far for my sake…Kazuhiko must have come to realize your spirit and will by now.”
“Um, about Ryuga…”
“I was sent a message while your match was going on. It seems that new troops have appeared and the number of apostles is increasing.”
“N, new troops?”
“Unfortunately, it’s going to take a little more time. I have no choice but to be the contender for the next match.”
Aogasaki got up and said “Wait right here,” causing me to stop her in a panic.
The next opponent is Sasaki. If Aogasaki appeared now to snag our second win, then what would happen to the fourth and final match? King Arthur and Kiriya are still there.
Even if Yukimiya and Elmira came back in time for the competition, those people would be too tough of an opponent for them. If things get bad, it’s possible that we would face two consecutive losses.
(Instead of livening things up, I ended up creating the fear that we might lose…this is my fault. I have to take responsibility for this.)
…Should I pull out my trump card?
I didn’t want to use it if possible, and it’s almost foul play, but there’s not much else to do.
“Aogasaki. Could you approve a change of members?”
“A change of members? But who…?”
“Please let a substitute take the next match. He’ll be here in about ten seconds.”
While saying that, the sound of hurried footsteps resounded within the passage and a young boy appeared in the venue. He was already equipped with armor and shouldered his bamboo sword in a cocky manner.
“Kobayashi Taotierou, reporting for duty! Those who want to die, form a line! No cutting!”
That’s right. It’s Taotie.
One of the four spirits, a ruler of the ‘Apostles of Hell,’ and someone with the same look as me.
…Actually, when I left the waiting room, I had Taotie on standby there. Just a little something in case of an emergency. And now I’ve called for him through our remote communication.
“K, Kobayashi Taotierou? Who?”
I made a brief reply to Aogasaki, who was taken aback.
“My younger twin. Please arrange things as such.”
This is my trump card. I’m a bit peeved by it, but I’ll have to use Taotie’s “twin idea.”
Your opponent is an “Evil Spirit.”
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35 thoughts on “Is it Tough Being a Friend? v3 Chapter 4 Part 2”
Thanks for the chapy!
Too slow, better luck next time.
Late by 6 minutes. A*kbar should’ve realized it was a trap!
Oh no, poor Sasaki~
I didn’t expect Ichirou to lose, but then again we can’t have it be too easy now.
He really didn’t lose on purpose!
It’s the work of fate!!
Damn you riajuu Ichirou, JUST EXPLOFE!!!!!! The guy is a natural at attracting women without even trying. I am still amazed how he has fantastic skills in almost everything, except he sucks at crushing flags.
Well it’s mostly that it’s a novel, but also… Straightforward expressions of interest, the curiosity that results from noticing that his silly pervert antics are a mask, and underneath he’s a crazy talented, determined, compassionate and often wise character who excels at bringing out the best in people and giving them just what they need at the right time to take a step forward as a person.
He’s accidentally made himself mysterious, which is like the number one thing not to be as someone who aims to be a minor character. Goofy with wisdom underneath and occasional glimpses of a cool side is a protagonist archetype in of itself.
Tch, he lost
『My disappointment is immesurable and my day is ruined』
Alright, with the 2nd match over, will everyone please kindly rise for the flag raising ceremony? Staff, music please!
Btw, correct me if I’m wrong but Ichi means one or first right? So I was expecting Taotie would be Nichirou for Ni which iirc should be two or second. XD Taotierou is fine though.
If Taotie would be no. 2 because Ichirou is no. 1, I think he would be Nirou, because Ichi means 1 and Ni means 2. Or he could be Jirou which means second. Well, I didn’t think he would use his name + “rou”, either.
Damn you, below avarage looking guy. New harem member
Thanks for the chapter
I somehow guess it but i believe Taotie will lose because like Ichirou he doesn’t know the rule.
He’ll probably try to do that nunchaku thing…………..
Thanks for the chappy~
Every plot point ichirou tries to make occur is every time a new flag gets raised, regardless of his will. The next fights already rigged, and if the others dont make it back… I wonder if Mion will suddenly appear~ XD
Who is Miyamoto,really… Ichirou’s acting days might be the on to blame this. Haha~
Really~ it’s not even surprising how much protag powers Ichirou has
oh man ichirou lose because he left arm fracture but Good Job ichiro
Thank you very much for the chapter!
Thanks for the translation!
Why didn’t Yukimiya heal his arm earlier!? Oh well, Asao is probably a host for an evil spirit considering Kiki’s interest in him and how apostles somehow managed to gather up in large numbers with reinforcements to delay the other two which only do for a high rank. Knowing Taotie he’ll probably get carried away and settle it in one blow.
Yukimiya can’t heal his arm. She can heal wound but can’t heal cracked bone. That was said in some previous chapters.
So Taotie is the next challenger? I have to admit I did not see that coming.
Also, I guess this means that she was not the next Evil Spirit, which – if one is involved in all the apostles appearing – suggests it is probably King Arthur instead. A bit disappointing. But this still leaves open the option that she may have the 4th spirit sleeping inside her, yet to awaken. Considering her last words to Ichirou, it seems certain that she will be re-entering the scene at a later date, and her being the next / last spirit could help justify it.
Another thought occurs to me. There are three princesses but Ryuuga has four companions. Could there be a hidden fourth princess that the other three are not aware of?
Anyway, thanks for this and future chapters.
Bad guys usually go for quantity over quality. Ryuuga has four companions but there’s four evil spirits and three princesses of hell. Also, nobody ever said whether or not there was a king, queen, princes, or dukes of hell. Although I find it hard to believe Ron and the holy beasts are the only supernatural entities in the world. Other countries and cultures probably have their own version of gifted people and aid from non-human entities as well. And their great beautiful heroines will raise numerous flags and fall for Ichirou as well! 😀
No, please don’t. I will feel sad for the guys of this world.
Thanks for the chapter, well Ichirou ‘new peace’ is going to face the Evil spirit, good luck Sasaki.
I didn’t think Ichirou would lose. I thought he might aimed to lose but would end up win because somethings like he was careless and won instead of lose as he wanted.
I once thought Taotie might appear as a substitute because Ryuuga and the others couldn’t come in time and that really happened. Well, at least it seems Taotie will be useful for the first time =v=
Well, that’s a stupid way to lose. Anyway, I guess it’s alright, fun to see the evil spirit getting involved, though he might just end up only being able to buy some time so that the rest can defeat the apostles and rush back.
By the way, I find it really ridiculous how his cracked arm hasn’t healed yet. You’re telling me that shrine maiden can’t heal bones? What? Can she ONLY heal flesh wounds? What’s with that stupid setting? Healing bones isn’t really that different in principle from healing other tissue. It’s two sides of the same coin.
I get she can’t “heal” viruses(a very normal setting and logical/reasonable enough) or similar abnormal conditions, but I don’t buy at all that she can’t heal a cracked bone, what’s the use to have her around if she can only heal superficial flesh wounds? It just seems so forced, especially since the author never gave us any explanation about it. He wanted this to happen so he kept the crack around, but it really makes no sense. Even the mc’s basic vitality/body strengthening which puts him at the level of superhumans should also include superior regeneration/healing, I don’t believe it hasn’t healed by itself already despite clearly being well over 10 days ago.
So, while I understand that the author wanted this to happen and thus forced it, he should’ve done a more decent job at explaining things or using circumstances to make it happen, like perhaps he was hit hard on the arm again just a short while before this battle, or some stupid explanation about why that shrine maiden hasn’t healed him already, anything would be better than doing something so utterly illogical.
Not complaining about the course of events, just complaining about how illogical it is. It seems impossible and there’s nothing I hate more than something that, by the set standards of that fantasy universe and by all previously provided information, is clearly nothing but impossible. I don’t mind things being quirky, weird, unlikely, stupid or plain ridiculous, but it has to be PLAUSIBLE. It needs to be a possibility if we stretch our imagination far enough. Anything that is clearly IMPOSSIBLE pisses me off no matter the novel. If an author can’t adhere to even basic settings and forces things that are not only unlikely but simply not possible, that just means they’re shit.
Yeah I felt the same way, why hadn’t they brought up him having arm pains before? I might have missed any previous occurrences but this is the first time it has happened since the tortoise punched him.