Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead

The fight had begun.

Saddler lunged forward without warning — a storm made of pure muscle. His massive fists carved through the air like they meant to take my head off in a single swing.

Oh great. The gorilla’s fast too.

I barely managed to duck out of the way. Rolled to the side, breath knocked loose, then moved again to widen the distance.

Saddler snorted. That feral grin stretched across his face like a scar.

So that’s how he wants to play it. Still convinced I’m just a pup for the slaughter.

I remembered last year’s matches — this lunatic tore through seniors without using a single spell. Just brute force. Just raw mass and punishing blows that turned people into wreckage.

And yet... I had banned grappling from this fight. Sure, it could’ve helped me.

But in this kind of atmosphere — when the whole crowd wanted to see me bleed?I had to win another way.

I smirked through the sweat dripping into my eyes.

"Why aren’t you attacking?"

Saddler tilted his head slightly, like my question actually surprised him. Then, calmly: