It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

The venue was noisy. Because no one thought that the two winning candidates would be the exact match and would be transported to the infirmary. I rush to the two of them to accompany Zach and Safina, who are placed on a stretcher and carried.

"Mr. Zach! Safina!"

I approached the stretcher and spoke to the two of them, but there was no sign of either of them waking up. I shudder not to fear if this is magic exhaustion.

"I'll be in a hurry."

Speaking to the attendant, I lifted up the stretcher once as I stepped back, and the teachers and the attendant walked out toward the infirmary.

I follow later as I look behind it. From the expectation that it will be used frequently in the arena, a simple room is created nearby that will serve as the infirmary, and it is a legend that those injured and others will be transported here first. Neither of them leaked the example, and were transported to your room. The wooden door opens and as I see it until they go inside, the door closes in front of me.

"I hope you're okay..."

I don't know what magic depletion is. I wouldn't have been anxious. Maybe we won't both wake up like this, thinking to the worse, holding our left and right hands on top of each other and taking them in front of our chests like we pray.

"It's okay, I'm just asleep. When magic is restored, you will wake up naturally."

He consoled me that Magilka was okay by showing me that he was looking worried.

"Right, well, it'll take time, but I don't think my life has anything else to say."

Senior Carlis was also following us, either because of the responsibility he taught us magic. Then the door that was closed opens and the teacher comes out from inside.

"Doctor, what about the two of you?

I was just around the corner, and I rushed over to him to check on the situation.

"Oh, I'm fine. Mr. Safina has no trauma like this, and Zach had cracks in his ribs and left arm, but as far as he can heal with healing magic, so no problem."

I exhale and relieve the nervousness to the teacher who answers that with a smile.

"I just can't do anything with my recovery magic, and it won't happen again today, so I'm going to go talk to the teachers in charge of progress about it."

With that said, the teacher left us and walked to the venue. With the relief that the two of you are fine, as my thoughts become more and more calm, I begin to sort out the situation.

(Uh, first of all, the two semifinals got a draw, and they couldn't even get out the next game, right? We're going to play the semifinals and finals all at once today, so there's no game tomorrow... so far I understand. Hmm? So, what happens to the final after our game?

When I think about it in an orderly fashion in my head, they notice me saying it's a very bad thing for me, and I start to sweat cold.

(Just hang in there... I mean, the second semifinals game you're going to play will be a de facto final? Seriously?)

Having grasped the status quo, I am caught by the bad idea of staying here and playing games after this, etc., and I look around and see if anyone is coming to get me. Fortunately, so far I have not seen anyone coming from the venue.

I opened my mouth to the thought of something that Tütte looked at wondering if I was too behaving suspiciously.

"Speaking of which, the lady is here, Ngu"

Hold down Tütte's mouth, which I was about to say the words I feared, and shut him up, I draw him invisible to everyone and ear him a little away from Kosokoso and the spot.

"Okay? I'm a student here worrying about my friend in order to play a game after this. If only this would make me undefeated."

"Ma'am, if you get this far already, win or lose, but I don't think it's that big of a difference"

"No, I do. Anyway, I want to lose!

Already, half-heartedly, I wished for my defeat. 'Cause I can't stop doing what I want until now. I moaned if I didn't lose. I'm sorry about my temper, it wasn't an exaggeration to say I was even in that state.

"So Tütte went back to the venue and watched what happened."

"Ha... ok"

Though not necessarily interpreted, Tütte returns to the venue as he was told, and I decide to gut pose in my heart.

And a few minutes later.

Turning to me, who was with everyone with a face that didn't eat, Tütte rushed over like he was in a panic.

"Oh, oh, my lady, oh, my God!

You were in too much of a hurry, you call me out loud, so the people around you have noticed my presence, too, and you've seen me with a surprised face.

"Huh? Oh, dear Mary, why are you here? What's the game?"

"Oh, I don't care about that. Then why come back, Tütte?"

When Magilka noticed me, heard her surprised, and I protested against the rushing Tütte, she just shook her full head and neck to the side with her blued face this way.

(Somehow, but I guess when Tütte gets into this situation, it's mostly when it's unfolding that's not convenient for me)

I have a bad feeling I don't want to hear any more of her words. Without knowing my mood like that, Tütte began to explain what was happening in the venue as she awoke.

"It's tough, ma'am. Opponents of the semi-finals have offered to be undefeated. It won't be a game on its own, you know the difference in power is historical. That's why I tease you."

"Huh?

I answer Tutte's story with a bare voice.

"And I was very impressed with the heart of the lady who threw away the glory in front of me, worrying about her friends and winning the game."

"What..."

Out of my knowledge, it seems that there was another inexplicable beautification in it, and from the story of Tütte, few people even spoke differently in the venue. Moreover, that beautification could have, at its worst, spread to the teachers in charge of the progress.

"So... what happened? No way, the teachers will accept such an offer..."

My voice shivers in a situation I don't want to hear, but I can't help but listen.

"Unanimously, the teachers accepted the undefeated, now the venue is just dropping off the opponents with applause"

My eyes darkened in the words of Tütte.

Furthermore, for me with weak mentalities, the shock of reality, where everything didn't go as I expected, was beyond tolerance, and I said, "I can't do anything about it anymore," and I threw my consciousness away like I gave up.

If you think about it later, that was the worst part.

Instead of fainting, if I went to the venue and raised an objection, I would have fainted and abandoned the opportunity myself.

The hour is already late when I realize it.

I was to be inscribed in school history as an unheard of student who won without a fight.

Thus, this year's martial arts tournament for freshmen will come down with a haphazard development, and for the record, I was too shocked to be stuck in my room and absent from school for about two weeks after I regained consciousness at home.