Became the Academy’s Munchkin Power Priest

46 – The Merchant

“Gran will win, right?”

All the kids who weren’t playing came to watch the two of them.

The children expected a confrontation between Gran and Deian. The children cheered for the person in their hearts as if they were watching the competition.

The person all the kids cheered for was Gran.

I’ve been with him since the first semester, so I’m familiar with him, and Gran was a friend that everyone acknowledged.

The biggest reason I support Gran is because I hated Deian. The children here were those who had competed against Deian.

Dian was a nimble and alert child. Everyone agreed that he lost due to the difference in skill. However, he deliberately injured the children. So, the hearts of the children were directed towards Gran.

“I heard that guy fights well too.”

“That doesn’t work for Gran. And her strength and movements are slower than Gran.”

“I don’t think so. The technique is good, though.”

“Technology? In front of Gran? Haven’t you ever fought Gran?”

“… I did fight I didn’t fight.”

“Ah…. That’s me too.”

Dian felt his heart pounding. Hot blood gushed out of his heart and spread throughout his body. His body was sweating and his senses were sharper than usual. His eyes could see every little movement, and his ears could hear all the conversations of the classmates.

Opponent Gran was standing in front. His body looked bigger than usual. His size means he has a lot to attack.

Dian knew how strong his power was. Moreover, since he cannot use black magic, it is impossible for him to kill Gran.

Gran was a person Deian admired. He was a man who was born a priest and reached his pinnacle through his hard work and perseverance.

‘Now…. I will fight you.’

Deian pulled out a dagger. He swung around and untied his hand. Before the match started, I predicted his movements in my head.

He knows it’s not an easy opponent, but nothing is impossible.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. If you are ready, let’s begin.”

Dian stood up. Usually, Gran spurred the ground at the start of the match and closed the distance with the opponent at breakneck speed.

He had to keep a good eye on his feet. He was so fast that the moment he showed signs of hitting the ground, he had to move.

But Gran was different from usual. He didn’t move hastily. Deian laughed inwardly. A man named Gran knew it too. It means that he is not a formidable opponent.

I thought maybe Gran was nervous too.

‘I’ll go first.’

Deian turned to Gran’s right and closed the distance with him. Gran did not show any reaction.

He decided to aim for the priest’s leg. He knew his fist was strong. Watching the demon hunter’s fists, he chose to gnaw them slowly.

Gran’s power does not change. Even though he was in poor condition as a hunter, he could not win by force. There was only one way to lower the power of his fists.

It bothered the legs supporting his massive body, making it difficult to even stand.

Closing the distance, Deian attacked his shin as if sweeping the floor.

f*ck!

I hit him right in the leg and backed off. Deian studied Gran’s expression.

There was no change in expression. It was still only one attack. He had to intensively attack several times to get his legs loose.

Again Deian closes his distance. He lowered his stance and touched the ground with one hand. Spinning his body, he kicked Gran’s leg.

Grab!

It went right in. It was an attack that an ordinary student would have hesitated.

“Hmm…. Kromer-sama is also lacking in strength.”

Gran, who was standing still, said while caressing his chin.

“What is it, why are you looking at me?”

Arnes, who was watching the match, said in embarrassment.

Gran’s reaction was not a lie. It wasn’t even an exaggerated reaction to hide the pain.

‘Yes…. Only at this level is a demon hunter.’

Gran came closer.

Cold sweat ran down his spine. To defeat him, he had to fight in what could be called selfish, attacking but not being hit. To do that, he had to keep his distance to react to Gran’s attacks.

In order to keep his distance, you have to circle around his side and use the field wide to win.

But as he approached, his mind went blank. Gran’s large body seemed to dominate the entire arena.

The situation would have been better if it had been a spear rather than a dagger.

The moment Deian came to his senses and tried to escape to the side, Gran’s leg flew off.

Bahahahahah!

He lost his balance and fell. Beyond the pain, he felt a warm sensation in his leg, as if something had exploded. Dean quickly got up from his seat.

‘… Uh?’

Dian’s eyes widened.

The world has suddenly grown.

Gran’s body looked bigger than usual, and the others who were watching also looked bigger.

He looked around.

Immediately after being hit by Gran, he quickly stood up, but his body slumped again.

Dian stood up with all his strength again. His left leg didn’t work. His ankles were limp, as if they were molluscs. His ankle was broken

Deian sighed and sat down in his seat.

“Heh heh, are you broken? I will treat you.”

“No, that’s all right. Not broken It just doesn’t work. You won.”

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“Your leg looks bad. It would be better to treat it quickly.”

He wanted to heal his ankle, but he didn’t want to be healed by a demon hunter.

He could have been discovered that he was a warlock. An injury like this will get better in a day.

“Okay, you can go. Because I’m fine.”

After the match, the children who were watching dispersed. Deian endured the pain and came out as naturally as possible.

“f*ck…. It hurts.”

He wasn’t in a good mood.

He didn’t think he could beat Gran, but he thought he had a chance. However, he would not have won even with 10 men rushing in. He is a man on a different level.

“It will be fun though….”

He smiled, looking forward to the day when he would fight with all his might using black magic.

***

The contest is finally over.

The preliminary round ended simply. More than half gave up before even fighting me. In any case, I was able to participate in the competition.

The competition was two weeks later. Up until now, I had fought with my classmates, but now I am competing against the best in the academy.

I wish I had someone who could scare me….

To be honest, playing with my classmates was boring. I was more excited to teach them than to compete with them.

The selection was also a substitute evaluation for the midterm exam, so I was relaxed until the festival. Classes also consisted of individual practice and training.

I used it as a break time, such as exercising bare-body or taking a nap.

During the funeral service, Florina looked at me and gave me important news. She spoke as if it were news only for me.

“The day before the festival, there is a Cheonha Merchant Competition. Would you like to apply if you would like to participate?”

“Heh heh, did you say the Cheonha Merchants Tournament?”

The Cheonhajangsa Competition was a competition to find the strongest person in the academy. It wasn’t wrestling, it was kind of like a strongman contest.

It was not a major event within the academy as it was held as a festival, but it was different for me.

“Eh. Are you going to participate?”

“Heh heh, isn’t that obvious?”

The strength was the man himself. I couldn’t lose to someone by force. What’s more, for me, weight training is a great exercise method to increase my strength.

I was confident. I’m the strongest person in the world.

Losing in battle is a good study and experience. In combat, no matter how much you train, there are bound to be variables. This is because the aspect of the battle is different every time depending on the opponent.

However, strength was a fight against the spirit, and a fight against oneself. If you fight your inner demons and win, you can grow and grow again.

“Does anyone else want to participate?”

No one raised a hand.

“We should cheer for Granna.”

“Yes…. Starting today, you can practice at the competition arena. Go once.”

After class, I exercised and prayed, then headed to the competition arena.

It was a big stadium. It was crowded. The bodies were usually large. They were lifting heavy stones, showing off their rugged bodies, no matter how they built up their muscles.

“This is paradise….”

As I went inside, all the big men turned their attention to me. He seemed to be paying attention to him because he was wearing a priestly uniform.

“A priest? It’s a good size.”

Among them, a man stands out.

People around him called him a giant. He was literally a big guy. His muscles, too, were not simply shaped.

“Hmm… ? Are you the one participating this time too?”

The giant’s eyes sharpened as he looked at me.

“This is not a place for a priest to come. Still, the body is very nice to see.”

“You are in good shape too. May I ask what your job is?”

“I am Lokhan, a warrior of the barbarians. If you came here with the intention of winning, go back.”

Rokhan said, thrusting his face into him as if to fight.

“Heh heh, can it be done by threatening the opponent that much? You are very timid.”

“What!”

He frowned and shouted. Rokhan blushed as if he was annoyed by my words.

“This priest is afraid of me!”

The men who looked like barbarians laughed heartily.

“Priest, you will definitely regret it.”