I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Great Chieftain （3）

“Ugh! Huff! Hoat! Keuk!”

Kanto, covered in blood from Asha’s Crab Karate, collapsed onto the ground. It was the end of his 10-minute struggle.

Still, this time was a little better. Kanto seemed to have realized his weaknesses and showed better movements. He seemed to have regained the sense he had when fighting humans.

Perhaps not wanting to have his axe caught, this time he moved faster and more skillfully, putting pressure on Asha in his own way, but in the end, his axe was caught, he allowed her to close the distance, and was unilaterally beaten.

Should I say it’s amazing that he still held onto his double-edged axe and didn’t let go?

“Tew! Damn it!”

Kanto, spitting out blood-mixed saliva, stood up again with shaky legs. I can feel that his fighting spirit, which was once filled in his eyes, is slowly fading.

It was the best decision not to call Kanto’s wife, Emma. Seeing her husband being beaten like this is not good for the fetus and the mother.

━ Are you going to continue?

“…”

Kanto glared at Asha, breathing heavily without a word. It seems his spirit hasn’t been completely broken yet.

Tsk. Should I give you a piece of advice?

━ Don’t be obsessed with the axe. You’re not a lumberjack.

“…The axe.”

Kanto looked at his double-edged axe with complicated eyes. I know there’s a special story behind his double-edged axe.

He said it was something his father, the former chieftain, gave him before he died. He left a will saying, ‘Please take care of the Blue Moss Tribe and Paya.’ Or something like that.

For Kanto, that double-edged axe would be a symbol of his bond with his father and his last promise.

On top of that, he’s probably thinking that not letting go of his weapon is a warrior’s pride… This is a thought shared by all barbarian warriors, not just Kanto.

To win, he must first break this useless stubbornness.

━ Did I give you the blessing of the axe?

What Kanto needs now is not the pride a warrior should have or memories of his father, but a mindset that is not fixated on a weapon.

Kanto has the Berserker Soul. It’s not a metaphor. He really has a blessing with that name.

[Berserker Soul: Slowly increases strength, speed, and stamina as the battle continues. Stats increase slightly with each enemy killed. The latter is permanently maintained.]

It’s not just a kill stack. It also has the effect of making the user stronger the longer they fight.

He doesn’t have to finish his opponent with one blow from the axe. If he endures until the end, victory will lean towards Kanto.

“…I can still fight!”

Kanto, his eyes tired but rekindled, stood in front of Asha. At times like this, even as a man, I have to say he looks really cool.

“Hiya!”

The fight started again, and the same pattern repeated. Kanto swung his axe, Asha dodged, grabbed the axe, and pulled it towards her.

This time, Kanto’s response was different. When his axe was grabbed, he let go and quickly moved, hugging Asha’s waist.

Oh, is he going to try some kind of wrestling this time? Not a bad judgment.

Asha’s body, covered in carapace, was as heavy as it was hard. Her lower body is also weak compared to her upper body, so once she falls, it would be quite difficult to get back up.

If he can just take her down, he can definitely drain her energy.

Of course, Asha wouldn’t be defeated so easily. She twisted her body and created distance again. Then, she threw a jab to lightly check Kanto, and her movements were full of energy.

“Iyaa━!”

Kanto dodged the checking jab and rushed in. His face was swollen and bruised from being beaten so much, but his eyes were no less sharp than a veteran warrior.

Kanto grabbed Asha’s waist again. This time, as if he wouldn’t let go, he held on tight and even interlocked his fingers.

Asha’s two carapace fists mercilessly struck Kanto, but he kept his eyes open and endured.

“Euryat━!”

After a physical struggle that lasted for more than a few minutes, Asha’s body fell over.

Wow, he actually did it. His tenacity is truly protagonist-level.

“I, I won! I won!”

Kanto, springing to his feet, raised his arms and shouted in triumph. This guy, his eyes are unfocused. He must have been so exhausted.

“I won… Ugh.”

Kanto, having used all his strength to take Asha down, collapsed with his pupils dilated. Asha, who was struggling, had already gotten back up.

━ …

Well, let’s call it a win. He achieved his goal anyway.

What Kanto needed was interpersonal combat skills, no, superhuman combat skills. He must have gotten a feel for it through this fight with Asha.

I just hope Kanto, the original member, becomes the Great Chieftain.

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A week later, the long-awaited Great Chieftain tournament began. The training ground was packed with spectators of all ages.

It’s a fact that watching fights is the most fun. I’m the one who declared that everyone should enjoy themselves today, even if it means taking a break from their work.

“Hiya!”

“Hiyat!”

The chieftain candidates engaged in combat, showcasing various techniques on the training ground. Some wielded giant animal bones like clubs, while others fought by mimicking animals.

But the highlight of this tournament was undoubtedly the showdown between Kanto and Isaac.

“As expected, my final opponent is you.”

“Please teach me a thing or two.”

Kanto and Isaac stood on the training ground. Both had easily defeated their previous opponents.

“I’ve heard you’re the strongest in the Tribal Federation. Ah, except for Guardian Rake-nim, of course.”

Kanto, who was smiling brightly at the first sentence, frowned at the next.

Kid, why are you getting angry when it’s not even wrong? You’ll be blown away by one of Rake’s Potential Punches.

And even excluding Rake, he’s not the strongest. There are so many units stronger than Kanto.

‘Excluding the Giant, Tteunteuni, Asha, and Guardian Rake,’ Kanto is the strongest in the Tribal Federation, maybe.

Looking at it this way, he’s just a weakling.

Isaac, clad in black-painted armor, put on his helmet. It was a helmet with two small horns on the head.

It was an armor that I didn’t wear when fighting my opponents on the previous board, and it had a design that strangely looked like a bat or a demon.

“It’s the Black Armor!”

“Black Knight Isaac!”

“Even demons tremble at the sight of that armor!”

“Black Knight! Black Knight! Black Knight!”

The civilized people were making a fuss, looking at Isaac fully armed. As expected of the superstar of the civilized people, he has a title.

By the way, a Black Knight wearing a bat helmet. It reminds me of a certain superhero from Earth.

“Hmm!”

Kanto lifted his human-sized double-edged axe. He wasn’t trying to attack, it was just a performance.

“Armor Destroyer!”

“Demon Slayer!”

“Chieftain of the Blue Moss Tribe!”

“Owner of the Double-Edged Axe!”

“Berserker of the Tribal Federation!”

The barbarians, who had been quiet when the civilized people were making a fuss over Isaac, went wild.

Unlike Isaac, who is consistently called the Black Knight, his nicknames are diverse. This Kanto guy, he’s a weakling, why does he have so many titles?

“Black Knight! Black Knight! Black Knight!”

Not to be outdone, the civilized people chanted Isaac’s nickname.

“Berserker! Berserker! Berserker!”

In the end, the barbarians settled on the nickname Berserker.

It feels like a sports day, which is nice. As long as they don’t get too immersed, it’s fine. On a day like this, it’s okay to have a sense of belonging.

“I’ll show you what I can do!”

As always, Kanto was the first to charge. He was as fast as a motorcycle.

Let’s see how Isaac, with his ordinary human physical abilities, will handle Kanto’s attack.

The eye part of Isaac’s helmet, which covered his entire face, flashed.

At the same time, the armor started clinging to Isaac’s body with a strange sound, and then it began to move at a speed comparable to Kanto’s.

“It’s armor that operates with magic stones. I heard that mass production failed due to excessive capital investment, but it seems he managed to get one.”

The explainer, no, Harry, spoke up at the right time.

So that armor is like a power suit. He must have used that equipment to gain superhuman strength and catch demons.

“Keuk!”

Kanto stepped back. It was because Isaac’s thrust, which he delivered after dodging the axe, aimed fiercely for his vital point.

Shushushuk━!

Isaac overwhelmed Kanto with dozens of thrusts in a short moment. His movements were like a fencer’s, and every time he moved, white smoke rose from the gaps in his armor.

Magic stones are like electronic devices after all. When the battery runs out, they stop working. If Kanto endures well and drags the fight out, he will win.

Kanto, perhaps aware of this, took a defensive stance, moving passively. He blocked the sword with the metal axe handle, looking for an opportunity.

Hmm. How should I put it? They’re both amazing, but…

After seeing the fights of level 7-8 powerhouses like Rake, Asha, and Princess Dina, watching these men fight feels somewhat lacking.

Of course, the people cheered as if they had witnessed an incredible match.

“Oooooh!”

“There it is! The Gale Thrust that only the leader of the Black Blood Knights can use!”

“His skill is impeccable!”

“It’s even more amazing that Chieftain Kanto is dodging all of that!”

Hmm… Is it that impressive?