I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

On the first day of the main battle, my last game began.

Why have I been dating such a hard event for so long? That and this are for protection. Will is thrilled, and even though it was just high, the ratings from the elves climbed the eel. Of course it's from Syrah.

The payback is huge. That's what I was thinking...

Desperately avoid the imminent sword. Normally, it is a large sword of the type handled with both hands, but Mr. Lazard wields it lightly with one hand. Heavy, a blow with speed on it can't possibly just be done if it hits. Pure violence, never felt from His Sergeant or Sati.

A demonic opponent can magically defeat or escape, but here we have to fight in a restricted state.

I feel the danger of death has never been stronger. No, you would normally die if you hit it, this!?

I set it up with a feint using my usual covert sneak feet, too. Not only that, but the sword was also in an anomalous motion... dodged. Continue to attack, but all are evaded. I can take it with a shield or sword.

Damn. Good defense, too.

Avoid counterattacks flying in. Repeat the hit-and-away with your feet, but they are completely out of motion. I avoid being clever with my big body.

I stopped my leg. Someday we have to meet.

I took it with my sword properly. The sound of the iron hitting each other called the kid resonates. The impact was considerable, but I could use both hands to stop it.

I became impatient as it was. Pushing him all the way in, Mr. Lazard has been up against him, too.

"So, all the best, is...?

More power to push in response to my incitement. Yeah, show me the real power.

Face each other at such close distances that it is likely to breathe, and push each other with your sword and sword at all costs.

The rivalry was antagonistic. There's no difference in power!

"I don't know if I can... push it off."

But I'm getting closer to the limit, and they pushed me into it. I'm more at a disadvantage for being held down from the top by physical differences.

Flush the sword sideways for a long time and fly away. There is no pursuit. Mr. Lazard is also blushing and breathing.

If there's no difference in power, I can bring it into the game of moves and speeds. That one has a longer sword and reach. If there's a winning chance, it's a melee.

Slowly walked over...... in time.

I set it up. Add a small series of attacks. Fighting back will also come, but we will not be forced to avoid receiving shields and defending ourselves with a recirculation with a sword. It's a hard fight but not enough to prevent it.

The power of one blow is horrible, but it's well received, and with every blow that goes on over there, I can strike a couple of times. Pushing.

Was it quite a while ago when I thought I did it with Mr. Lazard, about before I went to Fort Gorbus? I've got more skills, and I've got more training. Maybe I didn't have enough to fear.

Strong indeed. If you get a blow, you also have enough offense to end the game instantly. But like Sati said, if you look calm, you can avoid it. This attack doesn't work either.

Keep your distance and breathe. And [regeneration] chanting - the only way to win is to take one more step.

So did Gustav, but the defense is stiff anyway. Otherwise I guess I won't survive for years as a warrior in this dangerous world. It's nasty.

Even if I use magic, Mr. Lazard doesn't make it slight. Looks like you're waiting for me.

The chant is complete. Now some damage is acceptable.

Replace the sword with both hands. I decided to be ready to throw away my defense.

Step in. Strike in with all your strength. A blow with force can be taken with a sword, but there is no counterattack.

Mr. Lazard is on the defensive side of my attack. but even if it is precisely prevented.

If we don't settle early, the regeneration will run out... but I hesitated to attack next. Mr. Lazard is changing his mind. I was switching to both hands. That changed the atmosphere.

I was barely able to step in because of the swelling killer.

I'm here, but it's a shake. Avoid the first blow. I took the second blow of the sword to return it with my sword. A loud sword shout echoes through the venue. My hands are paralyzed.

Third shot. The sword and sword collide again.

Again...... but it works faster over there!? I can't get my sword back in time. Evade with criticism.

I take Mr. Lazard's attack with my sword to come again. I can't take it. Totally pushed.

Again a full meeting. But Mr. Lazard moves one step faster. Disadvantaged after the second blow. I'm beating it.

Power is supposed to be mutual. Is this difference in attack power still a difference in technology besides the difference between weapons and reach? You look like a big swing and there's no waste in sword movement.

The attack with both hands is faster and heavier. I don't feel like taking it with a small buckler on my arm. I'll take it with my sword or I'll just have to dodge it.

While overriding the attack, Mr. Lazard's movements suddenly changed. Steps were used out. No... I'm taking a distance and putting on a run. Momentum is gaining and sword speed is increasing even further.

I've seen it before, it's the move when I defeated the dragon.

moves to defeat large species. A special blow to take the Dragon's neck. That's what hits me with a hit-and-away. If you hit it, you're going to die instantly. but it must still be a big swing.

Avoiding and countering the gap that was made... was predicted. He was prevented by a shield and got a sword blow that was replaced by one hand.

Ripped sides. Blood bleeds out. The blade should be rounded, but the tip of the accelerated sword seems to have shredded meat from leather armor to leather armor. Not while I was checking it out. Take further pursuits with your sword. The wound is shallow. I can move properly. The pain is coming from the regeneration recovery.

The distance leaves again for help, and now we go after it. You can't allow such dangerous mayhem over and over again.

The attack I wave with both hands will be prevented. They use it separately to flow through one hand and both hands. I can't be such a clever imitator. Seeing the gap, a special blow was launched that was distanced and gained momentum.

Bakin and I heard a different clash, and the sword lightened up.

"Ah..."

On several occasions, with all the blows of each other, the swords were broken tightly around the roots.

I also brought a sword to the tournament that I was used to, but I thought I had used it before I came to Wang Du, and I've been torturing it for the past few days.

Mr. Lazard's sword could be avoided, but suddenly he fell ill.

Oh, this is dead. Perfect clearance everywhere!?

The pursuit... didn't come. Mr. Lazard stops moving and the sword is lowered and distanced. Helpful. I would have eaten Moro if he had been attacked at this time.

But we can't go on with this game anymore. You have no chance of winning. Giving it up would be force majeure.

"Mr. Lazard, this is my loss." Judge, exchange weapons!

My words were blocked by Mr. Lazard's loud voice.

Eh, I don't mind losing.

"I'll have a replacement weapon ready immediately," the referee said.

"It's a festival. You wouldn't be so convinced if we settled on this, would you?

You're probably the least convinced person...

But what is it? I really don't have a winner as it is. I'll end up eating that attack one day.

While waiting for the sword to replenish, Mr. Lazard rebuts his movements. My two-handed sword grip was an imitation of Mr. Lazard in the first place, but it seems to make a lot of difference in movement from the real thing. Entire body flow, including foot carriage. Would I be able to do that too?

The sword was carried. Buy time by pretending to choose. There's just one game after me today. Well, I guess it doesn't matter.

Find just the right sword, hold it and make sure you grip it. I'll shake it. I didn't even look like I was being blamed, so I took my time.

Originally, Mr. Lazard was the source of my two hands. Plus, the extensive use of the playing field was taught by Sergeant Satti in a focused manner. I've been hearing that, too, and it was used as an experimental bench. I can.

"Thank you for waiting"

"You took a long time. Are you gonna show me something interesting? Or is that just a break?

I can't even say I'm going to imitate you now, so I shut up. Drop your hips a little more than usual and pull your sword back, almost hanging out with Mr. Lazard.

"Ho."

I have no prospect of winning, but I don't have any other ideas. Worst case scenario, you'll end up failing and taking a blow.

Considering I was ready, it took a start signal. But Mr. Lazard hasn't moved and spoken.

"Don't you use restorative magic?

I don't feel comfortable. I feel like I just prolong my life where I lose in one shot if I don't have the hope of winning and it just gets more painful for mischief...

[Regeneration] Chant. But if you'll wait, I can't help it. If I do something out of hand, I'm going to touch the scales.

He seems to be leading the way, so help him... wave the sword down. I am lightly impressed. But this is where it comes from. Lead to the next attack with a body swell that won't kill momentum as much as possible. This was also scolded.

Take the distance. It doesn't stick. Again...... not either. The third time Mr. Lazard also moved. Fight back... I can't cut it off. I just scratched it. Pain disappears quickly due to the effects of regeneration.

Leaving again. And now Mr. Lazard is far away. Stand up, you're on the loose with me at the same time. A sword clashes directly from the front in the center of the stage. I don't mind my hands being paralyzed for the next attack... no. Slow. War prevention.

Once away and again. Now we could meet, but the steps are sweet for fear of eating the attack. Not at all. We need to get more speed and power on board.

Take a distance more than double the starting line and relate again. Call back the regeneration. I can use my grip. Speed too...... sharper and faster like Satie.

Run. Attacks with enough speed and power shifted the beating point because of a change in timing. For the first time, Mr. Lazard's sword flowed and his posture collapsed slightly.

This is the first time my next attack has been blurred. The tip is really only scratched, and the damage doesn't seem to be there.

But I'm eating too. Quite severe pain. Did they scrape deep for the reach? But there is no obstacle to the fight. I recovered quickly.

That looked good now. Speed up more and slow down the timing of the attack because the sword speed is faster.

Clash again in the center. We meet a few times and leave. Again. I can go. We can meet each other. More, more speed and power...

But on the other hand... the attack earlier, why did you hit it? The striking point was off...... I have minutes for the sword speed, so if we can meet in this favorable position...

I rolled out my sword almost at the same time...... I won for the first time. This sword speed crushed Mr. Lazard's sword where it was best ridden. The second blow from the vantage point... was a hit. But it's too close. Neither is speeding. Leather armor is halving the damage. There's no need to recover.

Meeting from another runaway. Now Mr. Lazard has missed the timing. But I move faster. Correct and respond...... strike again. No, I was prevented by a shield. My damage is light, too. Recover immediately.

More. Faster. We need to step in more.

I stepped in too much. Evasion, we can't make it. Received...... missed. Avoiding or receiving, the lost sword has no power or momentum, cannot receive Mr. Lazard's haughty sword, and the impact runs straight on his shoulder. The damage…… is evading fatal injuries. I had the feeling my bones were broken, I couldn't move my arm the way I took it, and it hurt like I was dying, but the fight can go on. And the severe pain heals completely while the pursuit is under way.

For every blow over Mr. Lazard's, his body goes back to normal.

"Are you finished now..."

You just seem surprised, but my healing magic is a bit of a breakdown in performance. The amount of healing, the speed of chanting, the level that is neither in the clergy nor in the feet of the incumbent, and little failure with the benefit of his skills.

Plus, I feel the pain is lighter during the regeneration. Normally, I sweat, but I can't move just to withstand the pain, but the biggest pain immediately after the damage is repaired and lightened. If only the first pain could endure.

"But the magic of recovery just died."

But the regeneration of the requisition has also expired. You won't be allowed to chant long anymore.

"Fine, I'll wait for you"

[Regeneration] Chant.

"You really like it"

My wound is completely healed and Mr. Lazard's wound remains intact. So far, the damage seems small, but if you stack it up... there's some stamina recovery to it.

"Crush all opponents directly from the front. Isn't that fun? If it's true, there's magic. I just wanted to do it."

What if there was magic? I can't use big magic because I don't have as much starting distance. Even elementary offensive magic is powerful mine, but I don't even think that's the only way I can decide. Anything else would be serious. If I handled it wrong, it would be two things.

It might still be better to do it here.

The chant is complete. I dropped my hips a long time and set it up.

Power is mutual. Speed is exceeding. But with the burning blade movement... I can't break the attack.

Several attacks, for a moment Mr. Lazard's body flowed. Out of balance, gaps... don't get lost, sword... ah... it's a trap.

While out of balance, Mr. Lazard was moving into the offensive motion. I was invited.

I can't dodge it anymore. It might have been possible to prevent it with a shield, but keep swinging the sword down. Don't get lost.

My upper section has Mr. Lazard's shoulder. Mr. Lazard's sword took my torso. In time.

- He was blown up and rolling over the stage. My body doesn't even tingle. My consciousness...

"Master Masaru!!

Sati's desperate voice drew her consciousness back. Yeah, well, if I fall here, it'll be two harpy fights. No more of that...

I had a referee and an eye peeking into my face where I looked up.

"Recovery, magic"

Yes, I coughed up just one word to the referee. The taste of blood fills my mouth. Lift your torso... there was a sword. Grab the sword. Mr. Lazard was... trying to get up off his knees.

My attack seemed to hit me right too. And then my recovery... is stopped. The regeneration was out.

Magic. Magic... [Small Heel] - activated. Mr. Lazard's sword waved down where he woke his body. Lift your sword overhead. Manage to take it.

I ate a front kick in my defenseless belly. It blows up and rolls down again.

Stay down, [Heel (Small)] activated. I can still move. I haven't even let go of my sword.

[Small heel] Activated. I got up. I have Mr. Lazard in front of me.

"I can't believe it. That was a perfect response earlier." [Heel (Small)]

That's what I said and attacked you. You also had the guts and sturdy skills. I've never felt the effect before, but I'm sure that's why I couldn't stand it.

Take it. Kick again but dodge. I wouldn't eat that if it wasn't even accidental. [Small heel]

Repeat [Small Heel] while defending against battle.

Take a slow, deep breath. It doesn't hurt anywhere. Mr. Lazard has a rough breath and sweats. Damaged shoulders should hurt considerably.

"My wounds have healed. Mr. Lazard won't win any more, will he?

I was wondering if you could gib me up. Wouldn't you.

"I didn't know I was going to win as much as I smashed one hand. I was cheap, too."

You're gonna win this easy. I don't want to do it because I'm not going to.

"It was apparently me who looked sweet..."

Mr. Lazard went a long way. You can't fight that long with the damage. Would you like a short showdown?

It's someone who can't move one hand. Nothing I can't beat safely...... thanks for the scattered sweet look. Take it from the front and stand...