he literally doesn't need fate hax
he is faster and has a weapon + an expert in cqc want to see what happen when touma fought some experts (not master just experts)
Tsuchimikado said, extremely lightly, "Ten seconds. If you can withstand it for that long, I'll give you a compliment."
A slam rang out from Tsuchimikado's fierce footstep.
Tsuchimikado closed the three meters in the blink of an eye. Those footfalls, however, were not the sound of him stepping on the floor.
His feet.
It was a grand, slamming noise of him breaking the rules and stomping on Kamijou's big toe.
"Gah…ah!?"
The intense pain felt like a nail had been hammered into him, and he tried to retreat, but his feet were tied. His body jerked to a halt, and Kamijou instinctively cast his gaze down upon his feet.
That, however, was a fatal mistake.
His downward gaze having created a blind spot in his view, Tsuchimikado brought down a head-butt from above. His hard forehead rocked the crown of Kamijou's defenseless skull.
The impact caused Kamijou's legs to give out. The shock was like a concrete block or glass ashtray had been brought down onto his head at full force.
However, Tsuchimikado didn't stop.
His right hand finally moved. His fist swung wide out to the side, looking like it was trying to aim for the side of Kamijou's head. In boxing terms, it would be a hook. It was a one-hit, one-kill pugilist skill targeting his temples, with a curving path parallel to the ground.
With his foot pinned down, he couldn't back away. His hazy awareness wasn't able to ascertain the attack or consider avoiding it. Kamijou instantly brought up his own hand to protect his temples—
—And the fist caught the air.
(...?)
The pause didn't even last a second, but Kamijou was puzzled. They were at such close range their noses could touch—there was no way his fist could miss. Then why had he made it miss?
Yes—he didn't miss, he made it miss?
The answer came to him not a second later. Tsuchimikado's fist, having passed by his temple, went around and was going straight for the back of his head. As if wrapping his hand around his neck to hug him.
The back of his head.
The vital spot judged by even karate and boxing to be against the rules, since it had a chance of leaving lasting aftereffects.
A huge impact rang out.
"Gah—ba…ah!?"
The strength in Kamijou's body all flew out of him at once from that one hit. His body sank straight down. Tsuchimikado's next blow passed overhead the fallen Kamijou, by coincidence or otherwise.
However, Kamijou couldn't turn that into a chance to attack.
Because of the so extremely savage, rule-breaking blow, he fell to the floor, unable even to pick himself back up. His two arms trembled irregularly. His sense of balance was shot, and he didn't even know which direction he would stand up in. The strength left his gut, and the contents of his stomach nearly came back up.
If Aureolus's and Accelerator's attacks had them punching him uniformly with a giant metal plate over his whole body, then Tsuchimikado's one strike was like he had rammed an iron nail straight into a weak spot inevitably created in a person's skeleton.
Forward, backward, left, right, up, down, far, near. Tsuchimikado certainly should have been standing in front of him, but Kamijou was under such an illusion that he was being punched by a whole bunch of people all at once.
"So you can't even last three seconds," said Tsuchimikado playfully, as if looking down his nose at Kamijou.
This was the gap between Kamijou and Tsuchimikado.
It wasn't about a professional going easy or not being careful enough because they were up against an amateur.
That unbreakable wall of skill, even when he did show an opening, was the difference between an amateur and a professional.
Even an ace elementary school baseball player couldn't stand against a real majorleague player.
Even the captain of the judo club in middle school couldn't put up a fight against an Olympic gold medalist.
"…Ugh…ah…!!"
Kamijou, despite all that, desperately tried to make it back to his feet.
He was in a state where moving one fingertip was a feat—and yet he still tried to stand.
"It's no use. Kami-yan, there is certainly a place one can't force his body to reach, no matter how much training you pile up, because of the construction of the human body. If you want the details, then check the Tafel Anatomie."2
In other words, that was his weak spot.
2 Tafel Anatomie, also known as the Kaitai Shinsho, is a medical text translated into Japanese during the Edo period. It is based on the Dutch-language translation Ontleedkundige Tafelen, often known in Japan as Tafel Anatomie, of Kulmus' German Anatomische Tabellen.
"Y'know, Kami-yan, you can't get through AIDS with fighting spirit, and you can't cure Ebola with guts—everyone knows that. This is the same thing. Right now it has nothing to do with your idealism or whatever. You can't currently stand from an anatomical sense."
A move against the rules.
and
"This is Lynx. Roger that."
"This is Jaguar. Roger that. And you actually have girly things like periods?"
After a count of three, Sergeant Ingrid slowly and silently stood up.
She was only two meters behind Kamijou Touma and Othinus.
Part 4
Kamijou did not understand what had happened to him.
He found himself unable to breathe and his vision filled with white like an overexposed photograph. Heat quickly gathered above his neck and he could not move his head well, so he reached for his neck and finally found a dry sensation.
An arm was strangling him from behind.
By the time he determined that, he had already lost feeling in his limbs. Rather than crushing his windpipe and preventing him from breathing, the attacker was placing pressure on his carotid arteries to keep blood from his brain. Before he could even resist, his consciousness slipped into a world of darkness.
this are just an assassin and a trained soldier
touma is skilled but no expert it's all self thought and works better vs the supernatural or a mix of both , hell even his gym teacher can probaly beat him (as it's a police officer)
