Grand Sumo Villainess Z by Kawausoutan

Author:Kawausoutan [KAWASOUTAN]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: J-Novel Club

As the demon pushed forward, the two of them crashed into each other between the lines in the ground again. This bout was particularly worth watching. They once again grabbed each other’s mawashi and became locked up, trying to throw each other off-balance. Phalaris was stronger, Arima more cunning. The latter’s moves were more fluid.

“You cheeky demon!!!”

Remaining locked up with Arima, Phalaris began flapping the wings on his back, lifting himself into the air. Arima flapped his small wings too. It was the start of midair sumo! Arima pulled his opponent onto his hips and threw him. The dragon skillfully readjusted his position in midair. Next, Arima performed a Harite Catapult from above, firing a shock wave at Phalaris as his arm broke the sound barrier. Phalaris dodged it with adroit maneuvers. Bouts became really showy when both wrestlers had wings.

“Tunnel ahead!” warned the gray referee, pointing in the direction our Magic Trains were heading in.

There was indeed a pitch-black tunnel ahead. Arima and Phalaris hurried back to the ground. Inside, the tunnel’s orange cave lights illuminated the two wrestlers in the ring as though someone were taking photos using a camera flash. Once we were out of the tunnel, the bright sun illuminated our surroundings anew.

It was like a life-and-death struggle. Arima and Phalaris both were drenched in sweat. The savage looks on their faces were beyond description as they pulled out one top-level sumo technique after another.

“Man, this is fun! This is seriously fun, Arima!”

The demon nodded with a smile on his face.

“Still in, still in!”

They were certainly evenly matched. Phalaris had grown really strong over the years.

With sumo taking place in one of the cars, the Magic Trains ran through a dull red wasteland in what felt like an endless journey, or a scene from a Western. Phalaris had superior strength, and Arima superior technique. It was Grand Sumo, where strength and technique were equally matched. Incidentally, it is when a bout becomes drawn out that we start calling it Grand Sumo.

As Arima shook his shoulders, a smile appeared on his face. Since his face was scary, his smiles were somewhat scary too. Behind him manifested a flame that resembled lava, which started spinning in place. It was his spirit of sumo!

“Ggghhh!!!” groaned Phalaris under Arima’s pushing.

“Looks like the boy is losing,” muttered the water dragoness observing the bout by my side.

“If only Phalaris had his own spirit of sumo...”

“Lady Floortje, we dragons are naturally strong, so gods are not inclined to lend us their strength.”

“Huh?”

Was the spirit of sumo actually just strength granted by gods? I had always thought it was some sort of sumo mystery.

“You see how Arima’s halo looks like lava? ’Tis the symbol of Tohil, the god of volcanoes and etiquette.”

I wondered which god my and the prince’s gears were a symbol of. I suspected it was Takemikazuchi—the oldest god of sumo. According to Records of Ancient Matters, he used his right arm of flame and left arm of ice to defeat Takeminakata, securing the province of Izumo as a reward.

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