I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

Tons of handes...... at least Mr. Osma doesn't move at a speed I can't see, and the range of action is only in a circle of four meters in diameter. So I honestly thought somewhere in my mind it would be "pretty easy to get there".

But twenty minutes had passed since I began, and I was to realize the sweetness of my prospects.

"... ha... and dull..."

"Uh-huh. Miyama-kun can move quite a bit ~. Do you exercise or something?

In front of me exhaling loudly on my shoulders, Mr. Osma stands with a floating laugh.

Oh, I don't hit it... I don't hit it at all. I mean, I don't feel like hitting it.

Mr. Osma's movements are relaxed, but the movements are exquisite and crooked. Mr. Osma, as declared, does only move at a rate that I can react to.

But the movement is exquisite... even if I can react, my body won't follow me, or it will poke at an angle that is blind and hard to see the movement.

It is evaded loosely, as if the leaves of a falling tree slip through your hands.

Then, when I try to hit each body with my hands wide enough to block the escape route, I get a little jumped over with one leg.

Well, in fact, it looks like slow motion to Mr. Osma, and maybe it's easy to dodge it.

But it's not like I don't have a hand either. It would be time to cut the trump card.

"Whoa, magic formation...... scary, what are you doing? Uncle, you won't be anxious."

Though I hope you're scared with your mouth, Mr. Osma's expression remains a gentle grin. But you can break that laugh with this magic...... or if it doesn't, I don't feel like it's going to beat me or something.

For me with little magic and no combat orientation, the only trump card I can call "Auto Counter" but it is passive magic and not suitable to set it up from myself.

The magic you're going to use is an improved version of that auto counter… magic that is critical to the speed at which your body breaks and exercises the first set of behaviors fastest.

After a few minutes of setting up the magic team, I activate the magic.

"... Autopilot!

"Oops!?

With the pronunciation of the key magic name, the control of my body leaves me.

This time I set up an attack... against Mr. Osma in front of me at the fastest and shortest possible distance with my body.

Sometimes the distance was originally close, and soon he reaches Mr. Osma and waves his fist, but Mr. Osma dodges with Hilary and his half body.

But the true summit of the autopilot starts here, and my body reacts super to Mr. Osma's movements as they are, moving his shaken fist sideways.

But it is also avoided in an opposite position to the torso.

Sooner than I realize that an attack with my fist has been averted, my body will set up a foot payment to sink in and flow instantly.

The autopilot performs a pre-set goal, so to speak, at the level of spinal reflexes, omitting the process of hyperreflection, thinking and then moving.

This should give me the biggest performance I can do with my body... but...

Against the foot payment, Mr. Osma dodges Baku universe with one leg, gently dodging Kole's fist released after continuing in the air, twirling one hand around the ground as it were, and dodging my pursuit.

"No, it's fast. It's hard for your uncle to avoid this."

……

Saying that in his mouth, Mr. Osma avoids all attacks at his leisure, as if he knew beforehand where my attacks were coming from.

I didn't know this was so great... it's not good. Auto pilots are certainly easier to use than auto counters, but they don't know how bad fuel is.

Another few minutes... I can't catch this...

The autopilot's out of effect, and I get one knee on the ground.

"Gu, ha..."

"Your husband!?

Ignoring fatigue during autopilot makes your body move, but one of the drawbacks is that fatigue pushes in all at once when it expires.

Honestly, I'm so tired that I want to lie down right now...

Looking at me so exhausted, Mr. Osma lit a cigarette and spoke without setting it on fire.

"... Miyama, can I give you one piece of advice?

"... Huh... Huh?

"The magic is not good for your uncle. That's probably the most efficient way to attack me, isn't it? Well, if you're an old man for nothing like your uncle, you'll also be able to" know where and how to attack "and" create gaps with the wax to control your movements "."

"Huh..."

The more I'm told, the more... Autopilot launches an attack with the most efficient move. You mean telephony punch is a good place for someone as powerful as Mr. Osma...... ghoul, dull.

"Well, good luck. Because everyone has a bad taste in it... isn't that enough?

"... Huh?

"Megido's husband said yes, but there's no need to be presumptuous. It's also important to give up moderately in the world. There's nothing wrong with you that I lost here. You don't have to do anything terrible, and retiring here... have fun at the festival with the girl there."

"... right"

I'm not making a fool of myself, I nod once at Mr. Osma's words, who talks to me gently to tell me... to hold on to my trembling feet and 'stand up'.

"Oh? Do you still stand? Don't you have to work so hard? You want to live up to Megido's husband's expectations so badly?

"That too, there is... but, well, more than that..."

Really, why am I working so hard? The reason... I think there are many things. I don't want to waste the thoughts of the people who helped me so far, I want to live up to Mr. Megido's expectations.

They are also undoubtedly reasons not to give up. But I'm not that much of a human being, so I can't work on that as a reason.

Yes, what a simple reason for me to work so hard right now......

"... me too... because I'm a man... sometimes, I just want to show you a good place in front of a pretty girl..."

"... Ha, I see. We have to work hard on that. My uncle was wrong. Fine, come from anywhere."

"I'm going!

Honestly, I have little more strength or magic left. That's the chance...... just once.

Running towards Mr. Osma, I wave my fist. Naturally, however, that blow is avoided.

But my aim is to convey emotions after this... by sensory magic. That magic that stopped Mr. Chronoa and Mr. Ain from fighting before.

Forcing Osma to convey the strong thought of being unbeatable...... jumping from body to body, to Osma, who moved surprisingly and slightly slowly.

This method of warfare works because it is unintentional. Not for the second time...... get it!

I reach out desperately to Mr. Osma, who takes evasive action even though his reaction is slightly delayed.

It was really critical, only nail tips...... but that hand I did reach out to touched Mr. Osma's body.

"... Grr!?

"Whoa, are you okay?

Mr. Osma quickly took hold of my body, which was about to fall to the ground.

"Your husband! Are you ok!? Are you hurt anywhere?

"Anima? It's okay...... I'm just a little tired"

Anima exhaled in a hospitable manner as she smiled at Anima, who had rushed over as Osma supported her.

"No, brilliant. You've been hit!"

"Oh, thank you......"

"You must be tired, and you should get some rest. I'll give you the stamp later."

"... Yes"

"Then I'll make you some coffee. Lady there, can you help me carry the cup?

"Okay."

I sat down to make sure Anima nodded at Mr. Osma's words that he wanted me to help him.

Dear Mother, Father - I managed to be critical and clear. I feel tired all over my body right now, but at the same time I feel the sense of accomplishment that I did it... that - I didn't feel bad.

Anima spoke to Osma on her way to brew coffee away from the fast man.

"... why, at the end of the day... 'I hit it with a waza'?

"What? What are you talking about?

"Don't be silly, you were laughing at your husband's movements then..."

"Uh-huh. You have good eyes."

Listening to Anima's words, Osma shrugs in a relaxed tone, then smiles tenderly.

"Look, I told you, didn't I? My uncle is the weakest of the five warlords... you can't, can you? Uncle, thank you. I'm vulnerable to hard-working kids. It keeps me up and makes me want to support you."

"So with the waza?

"Well, still, if Miyama hadn't tried so hard, I wouldn't have lost for you. But I was desperate, and I was aiming forward, and he ended up being held back by a difference in strength... What a development, I hate my uncle. Well, in the end, it's your uncle's convenience."

"... well, thank you"

"I don't need it. More than that, I should compliment Miyama-kun. Good luck..."

"... oh"

"No, it's nice to be really young - I envy you enough. My uncle is so old... but, well, it's an elderly privilege to smile at a straight kid's hard work ~"

As he told him so, Osma lit a flaming cigarette and smiled calmly.