Chapter 41: I Set the Highest Record in the Physical Attack Power Test

People near the wall began playing an instrument that resembled a violin. It was a fierce, pulsating melody.

"O-Oma Saharu!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*

"Our hero!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*

"O-Oma Saharu!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*

"Our hope!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*

The audience’s chant was also in perfect form.

To meet their expectations, I guess I have no choice but to make a champion-like entrance.

I thrust both arms out in front of my body, making my whole body tremble slightly as I walked forward in time with the music. My thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers were straight, ring fingers pointed straight down, and pinkies slightly curled. My wrists were crossed over each other.

After walking for a bit, I raised both arms above my head and shook them fiercely back and forth in short bursts.

The applause exploded. They probably thought my movements were some kind of pre-battle dance or ritual from a warrior tribe.

Bathed in waves of cheers and eyes filled with expectation and appraisal, I arrived in front of the target.

Then, I raised my right arm high and swung it down as if striking the ground while shouting.

"Oryaaa!"

I bent my knees, arched my back like a shrimp, and fell backwards.

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, I listened to the audience’s cries.

"Oryaaa!"

"Oryaaa!"

"Oryaaa!"

They probably didn’t understand the meaning, but the people of this other world still copied my shout and turned it into a grand chorus.

When I stood up and moved in front of the blue-green drum-can-like target, the otherworld audience fell completely silent, like a well-trained American pro-wrestling crowd.

Every single person present was watching my every move.

I lightly stepped like in a kung fu movie while quickly moving both arms.

"Hoooooo..."

The moment I imitated the cry of a transforming bird...

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The audience went wild.

At this point, the crowd was at a level where they’d get hyped no matter what I did.

I stopped stepping and stood perfectly still.

The audience’s cheers also stopped abruptly, and the only thing audible was the sound of people holding their breath.

I’m supposed to attack this blue-green target, right?

Is this thing hard?

I don’t want to punch it suddenly and hurt my hand.

I approached the target with kung fu steps and lightly touched it with the back of my hand to check the texture.

*Pechi pechi.*

What is this? It feels both hard and soft.

"U-um... 1.1 points!"

Eh?

The examiner on the ground relayed the number to the man in the blue robe on the wall.

The robed man hurriedly asked back in a small voice.

"1.1? You don’t mean 110, do you?"

"N-no... it’s 1.1..."

*Whispers.*

*Whispers.*

The citizens close enough to hear the conversation near the castle gate began to stir.

I get it. After all that buildup, 1.1 points is just...

"Hey, referee! Isn’t that a mistake for 110 points?!"

"It must be a measurement error. Do it again!"

The audience started booing, and the examiner became flustered.

Sorry about that...

I gave the examiner a small bow.

"Um... I only lightly touched it to check the feeling... I’ll do it properly now."

"R-right..."

This is bad.

If I don’t get a good score here, the crowd might start a riot.

Even if I get a little hurt, I should go all out.

Here we go. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

I stepped back first to create some distance.

...

The surroundings fell silent again. It looked like every single person gathered here was fully prepared to be shocked by my record.

I’ve never been in a real fight, but I do have knowledge from watching women’s pro-wrestling (mainly the undercard matches with young athletes).

I took a running start toward the target to build momentum.

"Oryaaah!"

I unleashed a jumping knee strike, passed by the side of the target, and landed while scraping the ground with my knee.

Nice. I felt a solid response.

It made a pretty good *Doshin!* sound. Did I break 100?

I looked at the examiner, asking with my eyes.

How about it? That was a good number, right?

The examiner looked confused.

"U-um... 15.0 points..."

...

15, huh.

Well, an adult man punching normally gets around 20 points.

I guess that’s about right for me.

The examiner relayed the record to the man in the blue robe on the wall.

The man in the blue robe announced the result across the entire venue with a magically amplified loud voice.

...

The venue fell deathly silent. It was a different kind of silence from before the test.

*Whisper...*

The murmuring slowly began to grow.

*Whispers.*

"H-hey, did he just say 15?"

"It’s a mishearing, right? It’s gotta be 95, yeah?"

"No, maybe it’s the 15th highest record in history or something?"

"There’s no way the Hope of the World only got 15..."

*Whispers.*

Thank goodness this test was a free event.

If it had been paid, they’d definitely be demanding their money back.

But what’s going on here?

I should have the Dragon God’s Blessing, which is supposed to add 10% of Lucia’s status to mine.

Could it be that it’s adding the arm strength of Lucia in her little girl form?

Ah. Come to think of it, Iferaski also received the blessing of the god Lalmu. Maybe everyone here has some kind of blessing boosting their stats?

So I’m not the only special one?

"P-please wait!"

As I tried to walk away, the examiner called out in a surprised voice.

The examiner hurriedly raised his voice toward the wall in a rushed tone.

"E-excuse me! P-priest! I misread the number!"

"Misread? What was the correct value?"

"W-well, that is..."

"What’s wrong, examiner? Why are you so flustered?"

"Um... actually..."

The examiner was mumbling hesitantly, finding it hard to say.

Because the audience was also getting noisy, I couldn’t clearly hear what the examiner and the blue-robed man were talking about.

What the hell? Did I get some weird number?

"I-I see... So it’s not a mistake?"

"Y-yes. It’s not a mistake."

"Ehh... Eeeh... O-Oma Saharu! The prince of Ooma and direct disciple of the Silver Flash Princess! The genius swordsman who annihilated a group of 100 orcs with a single sword sweep! We will now announce his record... The record is 150 points!"

Waaaaah!

Waaaaah!

Roars erupted from the castle walls. Even though they were made of stone, I could hear the *dodo dodo* rumbling of people stomping their feet. Once again, a massive chorus calling O-Oma Saharu’s name and rhythmic clapping filled the air.

"150 points is, of course, the highest record of the day, but..."

The man in the blue robe glanced sideways.

There, the Red Iron Corps leader Ana was leaning forward over the parapet with her hands on the wall. She seemed to be looking at me.

"It is the exact same value as the physical attack power of 150 listed in the official profile of Ana Lunametia, the leader of the Red Iron Corps and today’s status test organizer...!"

Waaaaah!

Waaaaah!

The eyes of the entire venue focused on me and Ana. Because of the parapet (a small wall for blocking arrows), Ana’s lower body wasn’t visible from below. Even without the parapet, she was wearing a dress over her armor, so there was no way her panties would be visible — but as a man with pitiful instincts, I kept my hopeful gaze directed upward.

If she had been born in a peaceful era, she definitely would have been wearing bright red slutty panties.

The way Ana and I were looking at each other apparently looked to the crowd like we were staring each other down intensely.

Waaaaah!

Waaaaah!

Matching the number of one of the strongest corps leaders in the country, huh.

Not bad at all.

This is dangerous. The otherworld domination arc might be starting soon.

Also, I get the 1,000,000 yen prize for first place in physical attack power.

I can fuck a kemololi 1000 times now.

With a light erection, I slightly bent my waist and slowly walked away from the castle gate.

Apparently, this posture looked like a humble attitude — not getting arrogant despite achieving a great result — and I was praised by the female examinees with "He’s so wonderful."