I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 78

Episode 78: We Will Surely Become Amazing

Pulcher’s movements, enhanced by the sub-skill [Thunder Wrap], were overwhelming. Despite the lingering sluggishness caused by poison, he displayed such skill that it was hardly noticeable.

On the other hand, Plautia’s movements were equally spectacular. Everyone watching had assumed the match would be decided quickly, yet she was showing astonishing perseverance.

Plautia’s name carried some recognition—her achievements as an adventurer, reaching Level 2, and being a member of Seneca’s party. All of these were worth talking about.

However, the general impression of Plautia was that of a timid, reserved girl. And yet, here she was, standing tall, facing off against Pulcher, who bore the aura of a champion.

The eyes of the spectators grew ever more intense as they watched the battle unfold.

Pulcher was growing impatient. His magic power was nearly depleted, yet Plautia refused to falter. Even accounting for the slight dulling of his movements due to the poison, his attacks should still have been precise.

Plautia, on the other hand, was moving with complete abandon. In truth, she was utilizing her flexible body to the fullest, allowing her to avoid being cornered even when in seemingly impossible positions.

Her weapon choice was also excellent. This wooden sword was durable and resistant to magic, allowing her to deflect Pulcher’s spells.

However, she lacked a decisive move. She was aiming to outlast Pulcher’s magic, but at this rate, she was bound to take a hit soon.

“But I won’t lose.”

A voice filled with unwavering determination reached Pulcher’s ears.

At this point, he had no choice but to bet everything on a single strike.

Pulcher poured nearly all his remaining magic into his spear and lunged at Plautia.

He saw her raise her sword in an attempt to block the attack.

“I’ll blow her away along with that sword!”

He thrust forward with all his might.

Realizing the danger, Plautia shifted her body to avoid a direct hit.

But it was too late.

The spear, clad in lightning magic, struck the wooden sword, sending it soaring into the sky.

Plautia, unable to fully suppress the force, was lifted off the ground.

“I’ve won.”

Pulcher was certain of his victory.

Even if she wasn’t seriously injured, she was now unarmed. There was no way she could defeat him.

All that remained was to finish her off.

Just as he was about to tighten his grip on his spear, a faint sense of unease pricked at Pulcher’s consciousness.

His body reacted instinctively.

A warrior’s honed instincts—refined through countless battles—allowed him to intercept Plautia’s incoming fist as if he had anticipated it.

Plautia’s right fist was caught in Pulcher’s left hand.

The two of them stood frozen.

Why had she attempted to punch him? The question ran through Pulcher’s mind.

Plautia, still facing him, was glaring with piercing intensity.

Preparing for a counterattack, Pulcher exhaled and loosened the tension in his body.

He refused to take his eyes off her, meeting her gaze head-on.

Time seemed to slow, condensing into a single, drawn-out moment.

This was a battle fought at the very limits of their strength.

Just as Pulcher prepared to counter, using her fist as the starting point for his next attack, he noticed something.

From Plautia’s shining eyes, liquid began to spill.

Then, her fierce expression crumpled.

The proud and determined warrior vanished in an instant.

“…I lost.”

The moment she uttered those words, Pulcher Cluris, against all expectations, fell in love.

Watching Plautia and Pulcher’s battle with an intense gaze was a man—Fabius.

Plautia’s combat style was dignified, betraying no signs of the exhaustion from her previous training.

Especially after Pulcher had activated his sub-skill, the two had engaged in a refined exchange—undoubtedly the most thrilling match of the day.

Fabius glanced at the tournament bracket in his hands.

At some point during the match, he had clenched it so tightly that the paper was now crumpled.

If they both kept winning, Fabius and Plautia would face each other in the semifinals.

Of course, there was no guarantee they could win against such formidable opponents. But he thought it would be nice if they could fight each other.

“I’ll be the one to defeat Pulcher.”

Fabius, who usually maintained an aloof demeanor, harbored a burning resolve in his heart.

Having somehow survived the first day of the tournament, Maior was having dinner with Plautia.

Since they had been at different venues and their match schedules had overlapped, she hadn’t been able to watch Plautia’s fight. However, she had heard from those who had seen it.

“Plautia, you were amazing! I heard you pushed Pulcher to the brink and nearly won.”

“Hawawa… That’s not true. The fight went just as I planned, and my strategy worked perfectly, yet I still lost. Pulcher-kun really was strong.”

Despite having fought a fierce battle against Pulcher, Plautia showed no sign of spirit. She was acting just as she always did.

“But you forced Pulcher to use his sub-skill, right? I’ve only ever seen him use something like that for a moment, and no one knew what kind of ability it was. That means he saw you as a serious threat.”

Hearing Maior’s words, Plautia gave a small, bashful smile.

“Maior-chan, I heard you were amazing too! You defeated Parche-senpai from the third years, didn’t you?”

Maior had bested the third-year greatsword wielder, Parche, and advanced to the third round.

“People are saying the match ended before Parche-senpai could even show his true strength, but that’s not true, is it?”

Plautia’s eyes seemed to say, “I understand the truth.”

It wasn’t that Parche had been in bad form—Plautia understood that Maior had simply been at her best.

“Seneca-chan and Gaia-chan won’t be here tomorrow, so I’ll be cheering for you, Maior-chan!”

Seeing Plautia’s dazzling smile, Maior had the urge to pat her head.

“Thank you. I want to see just how far I can go right now.”

As dinner neared its end, Maior started munching on dried fruits to lift her spirits when Plautia suddenly began to speak.

“Maior-chan, you know… I don’t want to become a hero like Seneca-chan or you. I don’t want to dive into the unknown like Gaia-chan. I’ve been thinking a lot about what it is that I want to do.

I haven’t found the answer yet, but during this tournament, I thought hard about what I could do, came up with ideas, and when they worked, I felt truly happy. I could feel myself growing stronger. Even if it’s something small, just knowing that I’m moving forward is really important.

It doesn’t have to be through battle. It could be through research. I want to keep pursuing what I can do, refine it, and keep moving forward. Maybe… that’s what I want to do.”

Maior met Plautia’s gaze and nodded slowly, several times.

After confirming that Plautia had finished speaking, Maior finally opened her mouth.

“Plautia, you don’t dream of becoming a hero or an adventurer, but feeling like you’re moving forward every day is what’s important to you.”

Plautia nodded.

“You know, I always say I want to be a hero, that I want to slay a dragon… but sometimes I suddenly wonder—am I neglecting the present because I’m so fixated on that future?

I think Seneca and Gaia might be struggling with the same thing. The stronger your desire to achieve your dreams, the heavier that burden becomes.

If we start prioritizing the future over the present… we’ll begin to fall apart. There are times even now when Seneca feels dangerously close to that edge.”

Maior’s furrowed brow relaxed as she continued.

“That’s why hearing you say this makes me feel relieved. I can’t stop myself from chasing my dream of being a hero. I’ve already set off on that path.

But if that dream ever starts to suffocate me, I think you will be the one to save us.

Because you’ll remind us how important it is to cherish each and every day.”

Maior looked at Plautia, whose expression had grown solemn, with gentle eyes.

“There was something Seneca suddenly said when we first met. ‘We’re going to become amazing.’ Back then, I didn’t understand why she said it, but now I think I do.

Plautia, we will become amazing. If we keep walking forward like this, an incredible future awaits us.

So let’s keep treasuring each and every day, and do our best!”

At those words, Plautia’s face bloomed into a radiant smile, as delicate and beautiful as a flower.