I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

"Is that it?... um, this is unexpected"

My "status appraisal" became unavailable due to the disabling of my skills. I was anxious because I didn't see your status at all.

That's because his "genius" skill apparently explodes his gained experience and talent improvement rate, so I thought it might not be strange if he was gaining more aggression than my resistance from talking about breaking through the labyrinth.

I can't use my skills this way. But you can use it all you want over there. A battle using a hand note that you can hold, though you can't call this a coward in the sense that it is, it must still be a cowardly skill.

Besides, I thought I couldn't seal my inherent skills, but apparently not.

He was able to use his skill of 'Light of Hope' more than before. It draws on my original performance, should I say... his skills also encapsulated my unique skills.

Really, it's a hell of a skill. This would have worked well enough for a demon king opponent. Anyway, the threat of the Demon King is that he possessed the inherent skills of all the brave men of history.

Nevertheless, the war situation prevailed over me.

Apparently, his attack power won't exceed my resistance. Because of the frenzy and selflessness of the battle, the sword muscle was also somewhat better than before... this is not a technically difficult story to crack down on his attacks.

However, still, he was getting stronger. It's not like I've been dealing with S-rank demons and powerful enemies, but I've been dealing with A-rank warcraft and B-rank warcraft with some kind of annihilation experience. Now he is worth as much war as an army that has gathered even just one elite.

I am stronger in interpersonal fights, but I still can't push it off because of his skill and his ability to grow and adapt. Often, you get stronger in battle. It's like in a comic book, but it's like a world in a comic book, so it's an event where you can stay. Horrible, being a brave man really shouldn't make you look like a protagonist.

"Haaaa!!!

He said his lost face, his eyes full of determination, he fights to change, but he's changed already. The more angry, the clearer he looks.

Honestly, I don't think I need to fight this... I don't like being blunt in places like that either, like a protagonist. I'm not disgusted, but I get revulsion. 'Cause it's like an irrational chunk of a protagonist... there's no way he's bound to win over his enemies, bless his people, and eventually end up in a convincing way for some reason.

Stronger in battle? You're already lucky enough to be on your side of fate to say that you're getting strong enough to win for what you've become strong in such a battle.

Accept your sword with the Bladed Hand of Reaper (Death Size). I made a gallery and a noise to antagonize it. Moment after moment, the distance between him and me approached almost zero.

Grab the pitch-black stick that you are my weapon with that hand. Chengcheng is trying to take away his weapon. Sure, it beats the resistance value, but if it becomes a muscle strength battle, it will overwhelmingly increase the armament against you. Anyway, my muscle strength level is a garbage figure compared to the others.

In the end, you lose - then you don't have to fight your muscles (that kind of thing).

"Become...!?

"Gaps"

"Huh......!?

I let go of my weapon and thought we would pull each other off. In that gap I kick his torso. I originally had a way of fighting without the need for weapons. Let's be honest, I'm not using Death Size.

I can't believe we're completely using weapons that are capable of such a wide variety of changes, because that's why we have to use them so many times in the future to gain experience. Honestly, there will still be a one-tempo gap in the redecoration of the granted skills, and if the blade changes, the reach and power will change, so the use of it will change dramatically.

In other words, it's a highly changing weapon. I can't say I'm still using the change because I can't keep up with it myself.

So, as far as I'm concerned, it's easier to be honest. The ease of movement and ease of use is the best in the world, although the fists are not so powerful and the reach is only short for the length of the body compared to the weapon.

Besides, I can't use it right now... but if I get to the counter, "Fortress Blow" will be activated. The current resistance can be beaten with tremendous power.

"Ha... ha... you're really strong... tough seniors"

"If you don't, you can't live."

"But... I can still fight too...!

Well, that's because I didn't give you a wound that would be fatal. Honestly, it hurts that my offense has been slowly lowered... my offense is almost skill dependent, so I can seal it up. I'm lacking in decision making. I originally assumed that you could take an operation to turn around and escape to defense, which is the "absolutely unbeatable way to fight", but that's because you're blocking it again... hmmm, it's still troublesome.

In the first place, I don't want you to challenge me to change. People change when they want to, so you don't have to deliberately separate them.

Really, he's a brave man who'll be bothered to the end.

"Hey, hon."

"What... what is it"

You reply to my voice as I wipe my sweat. Fortunately in my misfortune, you don't mean I'm willing to kill you over there... a much more peaceful battle than I've ever had, and I'm comfortable with it.

"Honestly, you know you can't outrun my defense in your attack, right?

"... well"

"So, it takes me a lot longer to do as much damage as I can to defeat you than I can use my skills. So what do you say we settle on the next blow?

"... what does that mean?

To my words, you put your sword down one end. Though he hasn't lifted his guard, he's well aware that the battle just goes on barren as it is. It is also understandable that it would be more efficient to set rules and settle them. There would be no more resistance to accepting that proposal than not killing each other.

So I offer you one victory condition. [M]

"You said you would change. And Sole can also be described as the overcoming of the trauma and anguish I planted on you. So if you make me acknowledge the change, you don't have to physically defeat me, do you?

"Well... that's right..."

"Then let me see it quickly."

Yes, this doesn't have to be a fight. Talk about him changing, and if I admit it properly, it'll all fit in circles.

That's what I said, and I walked over to the witches. Ignore you, doubtful face, and take the witch's hand. I'm a witch who looks surprised, but I don't really care because it's the root of blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Keep pushing and pulling.

"Hey, what the...!

"Oh, hey tough seniors! What to Cecil..."

You make a panicked voice at me when I'm back in position. [M] A few witches seem to be upset, and they were just resisting to let go of their grabbed hands. What do you care this kid has a higher muscle strength than me... so her resistance plays a role and is easily freed from my hands.

Well, let's just say that's okay, her cooperation is essential for his winning conditions.

So, well, let's start with...

"If you hit this witch with the length of your thoughts, I'll admit to you."

- In confession (bullying) time.

"Hey......!? Oh, what do you mean by that... Um, I mean!?

"I don't know what you're talking about! The length of my thoughts is so... ready for my heart!?

We both turned bright red and panicked about what we misunderstood. I'm not saying anything here to create a sweet and sour love vibe. I'm just asking you to hit the length of your feelings for witches. That will definitely clear my mind very much. That would already feel as sunny as a glimmer of light slipping out of the dark clouds.

I'm a very humble and gentle man, so someone hits someone and tries to change their mind is someone who wants to support me.

People often say, "Death to Leah," but as far as I'm concerned, you're squeezing the courage to change to become Leah, so I don't think you can even say, "Death to me." Well, I hate the protagonists who are natural and harlem-forming. I think you should die mentally ill and then lonely.

"So I hope you hit the witch there with the length of your thoughts. Come here for a second."

"Uh, well, I can't keep up with the situation..."

He walks up to me while I say so. I will take you away for a moment while I keep the witch on the spot. And with the only voice he could hear, I told him what I needed.

Then,

"Uh... yes, is that what you mean..."

(10) You glanced at the distance and leaked a dry laugh. [M] Until recently, the appearance of Tenpaku has turned and I am looking at the void.

And he walks slowly and heavily to the witch's sight. Then, I noticed that the witch was turning her face bright red and shook her head to the side, and she was in a panic. I don't know, I don't hate it, but I'm not ready for my heart, I give a look like that.

You look like a girl just before she was confessed to a man in a girl cartoon. That's a dumb face to look at like this...... no well I don't even feel there's a lot of witch correction hanging on me.

You stood before the witch. [M] And with both of those hands, I grab both shoulders of the witch tightly.

"Hey Nagi-sama..."

A witch staring into the eyes of a witch with a pompous look on her face. In contrast, your eyes are like staring into the vanishing void of highlights. I don't know, this difference in air. Very funny.

And then you opened your mouth like you had decided to.

"Cecil......"

"... Yes"

Two staring at each other. It was as sweet as a scene in a movie, creating an atmosphere where no one else would be allowed to intervene.

You tell a witch in the air.

"Cecil... you look so much like a pig."

With the sound of the sweet air solidifying, I erupted in abundance.