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Godou had no words to respond to her. The girl's imagination seemed to know no bounds. He'd known Syr to be a bit...nosy, but this was going too far!
"No response...," Syr muttered to herself. "I must spread the word!"
Those words shook him out from his stunned stupor. He quickly grabbed Syr's hand before she could run off, not noticing how the action caused her to redden in the face. "You're not spreading anything because nothing you said is true! I'm just...not looking for anything or anyone right now," he explained.
At her somewhat frightened nod, he let go of her hand.
Her stomach suddenly growled, and Syr looked away in embarrassment.
"Uh...would you like to eat some food?" she asked nervously.
"Sure," Godou said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He was curious to learn about the local delicacies of Orario that weren't found in the menu of the Hostess. "Lead the way."
She let out an excited squeal, skipping away, humming a bubbly tune as she did so. He found himself smiling, and he had to admit that the girl's cheerful and jovial aura seemed almost infectious.
There were more than a few gods in the audience, which definitely had to number in the thousands. With so many people for them to blend in with, Godou found it difficult to identify who they were, especially given their propensity to dress up as ordinary human beings. Then there was Ganesha, a semi-naked man who wore an elephant mask on his face and was parading himself at the center of the arena.
"I am Ganesha!" the man declared loudly, as if he hadn't done so three times already in the past five minutes.
Syr giggled as she ate the crepe in her hand. Godou had been surprised to learn that they existed in this fantasy world as well. "Sometimes it's easy to forget that Gods have the power to destroy the city if they wanted to, right Godou?"
Godou smiled weakly. It wasn't as funny to him when he'd actually seen Gods that had done just that.
The roar of cheers and the eruption of applause from the people around caused Godou to redirect his attention back to the main stage, where he saw the first monster being released from a cage that had been brought up from a trap door.
Ganesha had returned to his own seat, and another masked man took center stage, wielding nothing more than a whip.
Given that they were sitting near the edge of the Coliseum, and with the cacophony of sound drowning his ears, Godou found it difficult to hear what it was that the adventurer was saying, only knowing that the strange creature was called a Hard-Armored. It looked liked one of those armored dinosaurs he used to see in books or documentaries.
When a gong rang, the creature charged towards the adventurer with a burst of speed Godou hadn't expected the clumsy-looking beast to have. A blast of fire that erupted from the adventurer's hand hit the ground in front of the Hard-Armored, causing it to roar and change direction at the last moment.
Another wave of applause came from the crowd, and Syr was sitting at the edge of her seat next to him as she started to cheer loudly as well. As the show progressed, Godou found their taming methods similar to the bullfighting techniques employed by the Spanish Matadors. Erica had once dragged him to watch a bullfight on their anniversary, and the general meta of both processes seemed remarkably identical.
The first few minutes were spent with the adventurer avoiding the Hard-Armored's more powerful attacks, rolling away, or redirecting it somehow with a magic spell. It served to allow him to tire the monster while learning its habits. When the adventurer seemed satisfied, he finally brought the whip in his hand into play.
"Look at all that blood!" Syr gasped, pointing to the numerous red puddles on the floor. "Isn't this monster supposed to have armor? How is a whip doing this much damage?"
"There are small spikes at the tip of the whip," Godou observed. "And I'm guessing this adventurer is much higher-leveled than the Hard-Armored, so his attacks can probably pierce through."
Despite being focused on the match, Godou could feel Syr's gaze dart towards him in surprise. "Godou. You have very good eyesight. I think even a Werewolf would have had trouble seeing something so small from so far away."
Damn. He had been too transfixed on the spectacle in front of him to keep a lid on his abilities. He kept quiet, hoping Syr's attention would be drawn back to the adventurer's attempts to weaken the bull by draining it of its blood. Another tactic that had been employed by Spanish bullfighters, where they aimed for specific muscles with short spears to cripple the bull.
It was the final stage where things differed. While Matadors would go for the killing blow, piercing the bull's heart, the adventurer opted for another strategy. His strategy was to tame the monster after all, not slay it. Flicking his wrist, his whip wrapped itself around the Hard-Armored's neck.
A hard yank on the makeshift leash caused the entire monster to jerk its body in the opposite direction, roaring in agony and defiance. For a while, it continued to resist, chasing after the adventurer and refusing to listen to its whip-bound commands. But its movements were sluggish and slow, and the adventurer was able to run circles around the Hard-Armored with ease, only tiring it more.
Finally, it gave up, and the next time the adventurer tugged the whip, the Hard-Armored obediently took a step forward in the right direction, its head drooping down with exhaustion. Wearing a big grin on his face, the adventurer, panting deeply, bowed to the crowd, waving back when everyone, including Godou, clapped and cheered for his efforts.
He had to admit it was impressive, though a single glance at the tamed monster told Godou it would be dying from its wounds within a few hours anyway.
"That was amazing, wasn't it Godou? They say that monsters are supposed to hate adventurers on sight, but for us to actually tame them only shows us that the Dungeon can be conquered, right?" Syr said hopefully.
"I think the Hard-Armored will still try to kill the adventurer if it has the chance to,
" Godou pointed out. "It's just too tired to right now."
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