Entering a Company From Another World!?

"Idiot, what are you gonna do with your body so worn out?"

"Ha ha ha ha, it's disgraceful."

The battle against the Great Demon, Kisan, ended up victorious.

But I have to say, the price is enormous.

"It is more difficult to find broken muscles in the right arm and left foot, or where the bone has not broken or broken. It's no use counting bruises and cuts. Damage has been dealt to the internal organs. How dare you pick up a victory from that demon with such a body?"

Without trying to hide his astonishing expression, the supervisor looks at the medical record given to him by the doctor in charge of the treatment and sees me lying on a bed made of geese with gibberish and bandages.

Looks like a sample of the seriously wounded.

Fighting in a non-magical situation damaged my body more than I could have imagined.

"In the doctor's judgment, there are no sequelae and treatment is possible, but it is not in time for the next match. Do you have an excuse, Jiro?"

"I wish I had, but unfortunately I didn't have it with me."

Even if you know that you will lose, there is no excuse for challenging our warrior to win.

Honor wounds at the price of victory.

No matter how magical such wounds may be, minor injuries do not instantly heal serious injuries.

Recover your HP with magic and medicine like a game, and you won't be able to challenge yourself in the next fight.

The right hand that was hit directly had a complex fracture, and the left foot that supported the opponent's momentum also had a broken muscle, broken longitudinally, such as the bone of the shin.

My body, metallized like a drum, has bruises all over it, and the damage I take from that shock affects my guts and bones.

The least damage can be done to your head or face.

It's not funny because the biggest damage of all is the last action you did yourself.

Had it not been for the last time, at least the injuries to the right hand and left foot would not have occurred.

In conclusion, it is impossible without relying on God's miracles to recover at once.

"I didn't think Mr. Valls' powers would ever heal me."

"Naturally, only your body can manipulate time with your technology. It makes no sense to cure yourself in a strange way even if you speed up your self-healing ability. If you can manipulate it in detail, the story will change, but can't you?

"I still resent my immature self, who can only manipulate a lot."

My body is worn out and takes about three days to heal. It is not unusual for a non-recurrent wound to heal completely in just three days, but it can only be said because it is an insane (fantasy) technique.

I asked Vals, the Spirit of Space-Time in the line of your request, to advance through time and seek medical attention.

"Nh, you can do it, but I'm going to make some strange connections like bones. Besides, it hurts so much because the speed at which it heals can't be relieved.

Confirm worriedly that you are really going to do it. If Mr. Valls tells you, you hesitate and confirm the contents.

If used in combination with magic medicine or healing magic, it will be left to natural healing. If the right hand with complex fracture is bad, the finger will not move.

When I use it in combination, if I get seriously injured so far, I don't just apply magic medicine and it will heal. I need medical knowledge on which part of the body and what amount of medicine to give. I can't do it for an amateur.

Besides, the pain that heals at once strikes as time accelerates.

I had to abandon the time accelerated treatment because I fell over to take damage to heal.

With such a wound, I naturally will not challenge the next match, but will abstain from the next.

I did not condone the fact that this demon seemed to be getting along, but came to preach to me after explaining the situation.

The Superintendent says that I am the winner and the loser, Xanan, is already fully healed and pinned, and that there is a voice from the Demon King army to defeat me and let Xanan advance.

"I'll compliment you on your victory, but make some room for it. Thanks to me, I can handle things that I don't need."

"Um, what is a needless process?

"Despite seeing your strengths, old nostalgists who value tradition are crying and complaining. Your victory is invalid."

"Um? You think my way of winning a suicide bombing is not to win?

"That's what it is. Saved by Kisan's defeat and refusal to enter, the voices of those who tried to undo your victory were stopped by me and the Oni King. The next opponent will advance with Jiro's undefeated defeat, but if we keep going, the next opponent will lose soon."

Thanks for defending my efforts while listening to a sermon that approached the director's foolishness with a bitter smile.

There's no problem with the rules, but it's really tough to be told that I'm traditionally a loser.

Losing means losing.

"Among those who win properly, there are those who win properly. Kisan and the Beast Gaillao, who were said to be the winners, disappeared by the Dark Horse. The remaining winners will be hit by the one who made progress in the war. No, if you can fight, it's who you were."

It seems like the tournament is pretty rough now that only one of the three winning candidates is left.

The Beast defeated Carter, and I defeated the Devil, one of the causes of the vandalism.

It is a matter of concern that only one person is advancing properly in such a situation.

And it's usually a bad time for a superintendent to have such a bad smile.

"Who is it?

"You've read the materials that Suela prepared, haven't you? Rand Basarunte is a five-fingered fighter in the Demon King's army."

I often get a bad feeling.

The name of the dragon man who wished he didn't want to meet came up.

A dragon man who has scratched black scales everywhere, and is already rumored to be in the General Class just to say that he is going to fight.

"He can't be a general because he specializes too much in fighting. The point is, I don't have a head. A general is something to put together. No matter how powerful we are, we will not let the General have him who can only outrun us. But on the contrary, he's the one who can be a general if he's smart enough. It is not Date that is listed as a winning candidate. The fact that Kisan was closest to the general was because he was both literary and military. In terms of strength, Land is better."

The Superintendent's assessment is harsh in his mouth, but he seems to admit his ability to fight.

And it doesn't mean you bother saying that.

"... are you done with the discharge?

"Oh, it's over. As they suspected, you sold your name not only to your family, but also to the enclosure of the Demons. Then do not drop the name on the earth. At best, do not fail to collect information."

I'd like to show you the fight, but that's why.

The directors must mean the instructors.

Originally, it was impossible for me to become a general when I just joined the Demon King Army.

It is not enough to choose status, prestige, strength, or any of them.

But this time, I got a reputation for defeating a corner of the general candidate on the spot that the instructors had prepared for me.

This is your chance to crawl up the words sent by the instructors during the training to build enough strength to kill each other.

Finally, I understand the meaning of this recommendation, naturally.

"It's unforgiving, what do you do when you die?"

"Until then, they'll laugh."

"Oh, I hate to imagine myself so easily."

Even the word Sparta is too kind to laugh at the instructors' whips.

While laughing at the reason why the instructors might have let him do it because they could, he sat in the wheelchair provided by the superintendent and the demon who appeared at some point grasped the handle.

Well then, let's not waste our chances.

Ah.

I usually leave the infirmary in the form of an escort from the supervisor who leaves first.

Proceed slowly.

Proceed, but the progress stops immediately.

"You are."

I've been expecting you.

Kisan, a big demon who had changed from a dress to a kimono, stood on the spot with his back against the wall.

The demon pushing the wheelchair tried to say something, but I controlled it with my hands.

"Is it wild to ask if you need anything? As you can see, I'm full of wounds. If possible, Revenge would like to wait until it's healed?

"I will not imitate you as shameless as challenging you to fight now. There was one thing I wanted to ask you."

"What do you want to hear?

I didn't feel the atmosphere of fighting such as killing, malice, etc., so I was loosely looking forward to it, but the demon in front of me was a human being and I wanted to ask something.

"You said I was short of the General's vessel. And I don't have enough essence as a species."

"Oh, you said that."

I remember leaving it to the exhilaration of the battle and saying exactly what I felt.

This demon was waiting all the way to ask for the truth.

For a demon, I thought he was a diligent man, no, a man who cared about details.

The other demons would have forgotten my words and been drinking on dishes of regret that they had lost by now.

But the man in front of him didn't do it and asked for an answer.

Answer me, what's not enough for me?

Do you regret losing so much, or failing to become a general?

Even if you make your voice rough, a no-headedness voice reaches me.

"That's right...."

I don't even have words I can send to demons who are lost in that direction.

I wonder if it'll be fun.

"Enjoy it?

"Oh, the demons I knew enjoyed living. Drinking alcohol, fighting, seemed to be the two things I enjoyed the most."

On the other hand, the serious work seemed to hate to do, but the words connect.

Kisan says in his face that he can't understand his eyebrows.

There may be pride and ideas, but it is always a place where you relax your shoulders moderately, and when you do your best, it is as if you have grown up with your child's ability to act as it is.

I think it's a demon.

"You seem to be in a pretty good position, why don't you relax your shoulders a little bit? I can't tell you to stay natural like the instructors, but I'm tired of putting my strength into it all the time."

This demon can't see it.

I think that the demon who embodies such a word is fine, but from me, it seems to be forced into shape and has a cramped feeling.

"... demons are all about strength."

"Yeah, I know."

"When I got there, I kept building up my body and gaining my current position."

"I don't know what you're trying to do, but the results are good."

"But I lost to you."

I see.

Demons spin words to see themselves as if they were looking back at themselves.

"Was my way of life wrong?

I can neither affirm nor deny that word.

There are thousands of different ways of life.

I don't think there's a right way of life or a wrong way of life.

I didn't feel like asking people who believed in me and prevented me from advancing, but I felt different when I shut up.

"I don't know."

I conveyed my honest words as they were.

"I just honestly said what I felt because I was asked what you were missing. Equal, I don't think that's right."

Ask the demon to let go of the handle and use the moving arm to turn the wheel before leaving.

The closer you stay, the lighter you slap the giant body.

"In the first place, living with mistakes everywhere is a creature. Everything can't be the right life. Even a teacher called the Oni King loses to the president. It's strange to say that life is wrong just by losing once to a human."

I happened to win this time, but I can't be sure I can win the next fight.

"You have the next one. You should use it next time. I don't want to be such a mess next time."

Next time, you want to fight me again.

"I don't like it right now, but I want to grow up and fight when I can make you feel good."

Well then, let's refine myself, too. Next time, to beat you. "

Are you satisfied with my words, including that? If I'm not mistaken, Kisan smiles and leaves the scene.

I heard that demons are basically a banquet after a fight.

On my back, I was throwing the old story I heard from instructor Kio the other day.

Kisan stops at my words and turns only to his face.

Face like that.

If you like, let's drink.

Let me show you a cup that will incite you to cum, and now I'll show you a clear smile.

Ah.

After giving a firm reply, Kisan left this time.

Slight interaction, encounters with clumsy demons.

And feeling a little tired and satisfied, I asked the devil to go back to the room where everyone was waiting.

One word today.

Somehow, I felt like I'd been seeing him for a long time.