A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

The mercenary Gordo's gain is an axe.

I always used an axe bigger than a person's body. An ordinary husband is like a warrior in a myth to lift a giant axe that cannot be lifted even if the three of them gather together. was the word of Basque, his employer.

Once again, intoxicated by the awesomeness of Gordo, a villain no less than Basque speaks up. Two merchants famous for their horrible things talk to each other in vain.

"Hey, Lord Basque, as always, have a wonderful handkerchief"

"This is this"

"How can I hire a mercenary like that?"

"It's a day to day thing."

Ha ha, and the laughter curls up.

"Speaking of which, I heard you. I hear you've got the Weitz store downtown."

"Later, though. It's a little tricky, but I got an interest instead."

"Interest?"

"She's an endless beauty on the knife of an industry. - And."

"And?"

"It's also the blood of a beautiful boy. Well, I don't particularly want this one. But the festival will come with blood."

Leaking so, he pointed an opera glass at the martial stage. I didn't have a cruel taste in basks, but I still wanted to keep in mind the moment when a handsome boy turns into a chunk of meat.

Gordo sets up an axe without even knowing that his Lord is watching the game that way.

When I think about killing the boy in front of me with this, I'm just a little annoyed by the guilt.

I just can't help it.

You look like a luxurious, powerless boy using a wooden sword, but you must have quite a lot of strength. Gordo was seriously going to smash it down because he even felt there was a chance of losing if he did anything about it.

"The last snowflake, it has to be fulfilled! Jabba the Fist King, wash your neck and wait!!

The last snowflake was revenge against the Fist King who defeated Goldo in the final. I wanted to defeat him this time and prove that he was the best warrior in this country.

You can't be snorting around here for that. Bad for the boy, but I was going to have him turn into a meat chunk immediately.

Gordo waits for the signal to start the game now or now. If the referee signaled the start, he was going to settle in 0.1 seconds. Gordo has the strength to swing the axe down at that speed. There was no reason for any warrior to lose if the results of his workouts were fully achieved.

That was Goldeau, of course, his employer's basque, the common perception of the people in the venue, but there were two people outside that perception. One is the opponent Will boy, but the other was his parent.

Eina, the tool store's daughter, who got scared before Goldo's too much aura, tells Ronin, who was lying next to her.

"Ro, Mr. Ronin, I knew we should have Mr. Will abstain."

"Abstaining? Why not?"

"That Mr. Gordo is very strong. Musculoskeletal."

"Well, he's about to get caught and break his spine. Even though the rights of the store hang, I don't want to risk my young life."

Old Weitz also follows his granddaughter.

Even Renamaria, a famous Sasuwill, seems a little worried.

Ronin says as if he were going to take such a Lunamaria.

"If it were for Will's life, there would be many of them."

"But that mercenary is different. The body makes too much difference."

"That muscle is amazing indeed. If you put Will's muscle strength at 10, he's got 50."

"Oh, five times. Again, this is an honorable retreat."

Old Weitz turns his face bright blue.

"There's no honor in retreating. Not to mention running away to a game you can win is a whip job."

"Can you win!?

Aina screams.

"You can win."

Renamaria affirms.

"Master Will is to be raised by the mightiest gods. We have overcome numerous difficulties even since we came to the lower realm. It's not like losing in a place like this."

"But he's strong."

"Right. But you can't lose."

Renamaria says again, but realizes her palms are wet.

(... I know it's worrying)

Will is the most powerful boy of all time. I don't think I'm going to lose to that extent, but I still don't know what's in the world of battle. In the end, unnamed villagers can't help but name warriors who have won a series of wars.

…………

"I wonder if the lady I just met still doesn't know how awesome Will is. Besides, Miss Lunamaria still doesn't have enough faith in Will. My son will never fall behind him."

Jeez, when he posed, Ronin assured me.

"Sure, he's five times more powerful than Will, but power isn't the only battle he's got."

"What do you mean?

"He can rip Will's neck off in 0.1 seconds, but Will will stun him in 0.01 seconds."

"... Huh?

When Aina says so, the venue is engulfed with cheer.

The signal to start the match went off.

At that moment, Gordo's axe is swung down at the speed of a moment, snapping Will's neck.

"Master Will!

Renamaria exclaims, but Ronin was calm. I'm not upset at all that my beloved son was murdered. Renamaria wanted to protest, but tastes a more distracting sensation than that. What brings harmony to this world was raised by the gods and died. I felt like that meant the disappearance of the world. Despair dominates Lunamaria's chest, but it was Will himself who intervened from despair.

I thought Gordo's axe had snapped my neck, Will. But it was something else that snapped his neck.

"Za, Remnants!?

To Renamaria's amazement, Ronin twinkles, "Correct." I would also add:

"Keep your eyes open. Will will decide in an instant."

Will does it when Ronin says so.

Will, who by remnants fired the blow of Gordo, appears over Gordo. Normally, it's something that gets defenseless in the air, but Will wasn't normal.

"Ugh, there's more than one Mr. Will!?

"Ugh, yeah."

In fact, there were more than one Will. Five Will were coming up in the air. The audience is wrapped up at length, but they are not illusions. It's just a remnant of Will moving at his best speed.

Gordo didn't seem to know which one to attack either. But he comes up with the art of attacking first-rate warriors, five in a row.

Gordo hangs to rip off the giant axe and erase Will for five at once.

That was the best decision, but could not have been the "strongest" decision.

Will waited for the moment when Gordo would use the shovel. Will entered Gordo's nostalgia for the moment.

Will blushes there.

"... it's a remnant."

The moment I snap like that, Will's Tonerico wooden sword flashes.

An intense blow, a magical blow of 'extinction', strikes the head. No one can get that overwhelming velocity, the blow of power to the head and remain conscious. Gordo's consciousness, which blew up about a few meters, was completely disconnected.

The referee who confirmed it looks at me properly. It still seems hard to believe that a small person like me overwhelms a great man like Gordo. However, eventually when I realized the facts, I grabbed my hand and raised it high.

Then the venue is wrapped in anger.

"Shh, wow, what a kid"

"With one blow to the last semi-winner. A monster."

"The birth of a new champion."

The anger lasts forever. Thus I was promoted from being just a foam participant to a winning candidate at once.

Will, it's the female swordsman Hiffne who stares at the boy's game from afar.

She hadn't missed Will's one-by-one throw.

"That's the son of a sword god. I can afford to qualify."

So crushing reveals a militant dressed in qualitative clothing. Gently alert, but not concerned because he was not willing to kill, he called out.

"That boy, funny"

militants say.

"I know that. But she's my prey."

Hiffne sticks it up to militants when he pulls the knife out of his hip.

"If I take it from you, I'll slash it."

"Oh, that's scary stuff. But martial arts tournaments are the luck of time. Depends on the combination."

"Indeed it is. But me and that kid will definitely hit it. Because we keep beating each other."

"It's something big out there. Can you say the same dialogue against me on the way?

"Great, you. What's your name?"

"My name is Fist King. Jabba the Fist King"

"Heh, never heard of it"

"I didn't even know the name of the last winner. Come on."

When the Fist King says so, he takes the apple out of his nose.

When you throw it in the air, you fist at the speed of a moment.

Apples drawn to gravity and fell to the ground. That was in a different form than when it was thrown. It was shattered. This is not the case without plural fists being engulfed at a considerable rate.

"Then, my lady, it's Sayonara. If I ever see you in the main battle, say hello."

The Fist King walks away from the scene when he laughs invincibly.

A man in black appears to replace it.

"You're quite an interesting man,"

"Daoism"

Hiffne returns it that way. I'm not sure if that said it to the man in black or to the Fist King, but the man in black says it without looking like he cared.

"The number of fists added to the apple is about twenty-three."

It's really 36, but I don't answer anything because I'm unwilling to cooperate with the man's reasoning. He didn't touch it any more, either, because it's not the point.

"By the way, what can I do for you? I'll kill Will soon, as promised."

"I'm not worried about that. Against Will, you will win."

"Then I hope you don't come all this way."

Hiffne doesn't hide her disgust. The man in black says without worrying.

"Well, you know what? We want to kill that boy."

"Is there a reason to focus so much?

"That thing is the enemy of our Zodiac denomination. Being that could be the light that saves this world. That he would drink boiled water, twice. One of our twenty-four generals has been killed by him. I want it done as soon as possible."

"Then don't worry. The will is incompatible with death, but the purpose is the same."

"I don't doubt your strength - but"

"But?"

"But this martial arts tournament, unexpected ambushes participate"

You mean the sword god.

I glance at Will and the mummy painful man celebrating his earlier victory.

"That's right. I didn't expect the gods to join us in the war. Our plan could go to the blisters."

"Are you crazy about killing Will?

"That's right. You can't overwhelm the gods."

"Right. Bad minutes, indeed."

"If so -"

"But I'm not retreating. Look at that man and that man's son, my blood is high. You can't run away here. My vengeance diminishes, and if I cower at it and run away, I have no apologies to my master"

Then the plan will continue.

"Yes. It won't be a bad story. You want to wipe out a boy named Will. I want revenge on Ronin, the sword god. Matching Interests"

"Exactly. We just gave you information. If that's all you can do to get rid of the boy, there's no overlapping."

"Then try to feel safe. 'Cause I'm gonna kill her."

"It's a brave word. Reliable."

The man in black laughed invincibly, leaving the spot.

Hiffne stares at its hindsight with a septic odor, but never pointed it out. Originally, I was just an exchange of information with that man in black, and he was just exploring the trend of a boy named Will. I wasn't interested in what he was up to.

When the man in black turns his back on Hiffne, he makes a shady laugh.

"But she's an easy girl, she'll dance right over my palm"

Crush to the depth of meaning, but see the venue immediately.

"But the participation of the Sword God is still an element of uncertainty. Even though power is limited, God is God. We have to work something out."

When the man in black says so, he turns a blind eye to the militant he saw earlier.

"Strength is a few steps inferior to Hiffne, but it won't be a problem as a cost of dependency"

When I said that, I approached him verbally and decided to put the cloth stone down.

In addition, employees are advised to keep in mind "meetings" with Games officials.

The man in black had no inherent force, but instead there was unbeatable wisdom for anyone. A strong heart that doesn't even care if you're called a villain. Those two were essential powers to overlap in the Church.