I Woke Up Piloting the Strongest Starship, so I Became a Space Mercenary

Spending two more days training with the Kingsguard knights, the White Blade Battle section of your match began.

"In the end, I'm supposed to leave, too. It's a seed for once."

Wouldn't I fight the winner of the tournament? The hope was shattered miserably. It would be difficult to determine if I existed enough to receive a Gold Star in a single battle, His Majesty the Emperor's - the crane voice of the Fuckin 'Emperor made me decide to be in the tournament, too. Is it at least a pity that it is treated like a seed for once?

"Give up now."

"Good luck!

Besides, my waiting area is a privileged seat that overlooks the match venue. Being able to look over the match venue means that you can see this one from anywhere in the match venue, and for some reason the seats available are a little cramped for the three of us to sit on - meaning it was a couch the size of which we couldn't sit without snuggling. The only way for the three of us to sit down really closely is because of the backhandedness that is curved in a politely good way.

"Now, this is Captain Hiro, the person who has become the cut-off for this match to be held... look! It's an extra look to have a beautiful woman samurai on both sides!

"I feel fabricated by the media"

"... the setting up of the venue is at the Home Office."

"I mean, that fa-"

"No, Master Hiro!

Mimi rushes to block my mouth with her hands. Surely it was dangerous to put a fuckin 'emperor or something in your mouth on this occasion. Thank you Mimi...

"Is there room for the strong!? You're snuggling around fine even if you're noticed!

"The sharpness of the challengers' gaze seems to have increased by about 20%. Each challenger, battle seems sufficient."

Announcer and commentator look raucous and beautiful. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Well, it looks like the first game starts where the field is warming up too"

You feel like I'm killing you, announcer and commentator shifting the subject to the challengers in the arena.

The first game seems to be played between knights belonging to the Imperial Air Force and white-blade-like nobles.

"What do you say?"

"You look like a better white bladeist aristocrat. Maybe it's because the purpose of the usual training is different."

"What do you mean?

"The opponent whose knights belong to the Imperial Aeronautical Army wave their swords primarily is one who probably doesn't have a sword. I guess with a cosmic thief or a soldier from another country. In contrast, white-blade aristocrats usually train on the assumption of fighting their opponents with swords. I guess that makes a difference."

"I see."

As I expected, the White Blades and nobles defeated the knights belonging to the Imperial Air Force. World War II was a battle between nobles, but it ended in an instant when strength was isolated. Next came the Kingsguard Knight and nobility, and the Kingsguard Knight won without peril. There was also a battle between the knights of the Imperial Air Force, but it was hard to settle whether their strength was amicable. At the end of the day, however, the knight of the small won. Maybe it's a woman.

"Dear Captain Hiro, The order of the matches is approaching, so get ready."

A woman appeared dressed in dressing like a maid of honor and said so. Her eyes were very cold looking at me samurai Mimi and Elma on the left and right. It was the eye that looked at the garbage chips. Don't freak out.

"Then I'll go"

"Good luck, Master Hiro!

"I don't think you're gonna get hurt, but be careful."

I follow the maid who guides me by waving to Mimi and Elma, who speak to me. It was a place where simulated swords of various shapes were available at the tip of the guide. Choose the same sword I use from among the simulated swords classified by length, shape, and weight, and give it to the hips sword band. That's where I heard cheers from outside. Apparently, the game is over.

Good luck.

"Hi."

The maid cheered me very heartily with her gaze at me as she looked at the garbage chips. In the meantime, I want you to stop pointing that gaze at me because it's not me who prepared that couch, but the Internal Affairs Department.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, wait! Here comes Captain Hiro, an up-and-coming mercenary who has been a cut off from hosting this previous match!

The venue of your previous match is noisy. Am I to blame for sounding more like a booming kind than a cheer? It's not your fault, is it? Why don't you put your middle finger up in both hands and do it with a provocation? I don't even hate villain (heel) play, I do.

"Against is Sir Kleis, a young baron who is making a name for himself as an up-and-coming swordsman!

A man of nobility who looks familiar with cheering back shows up from the other side of the battlefield.

"I challenged this match in anticipation of this happening, but I was able to accomplish my purpose early"

"Ha ha, I see. You want me to beat you up and crawl all the way down to the ground? DM, I guess?

"You... insult me in the midst of a mutt that I don't know of any horsebone"

The look on the face of Baron Clias, who had a grin he wanted to vulgarize with Niyaniya, changes and reveals his anger emotions. Isn't this guy too mentally unstable?

"Yahoo wow. If you can't control your emotions, your sword's gonna blunt, okay? Your nobility?

"I'll slap you to death"

Sir Clias pulls out his sword. I'll pull out two swords and set them up.

"War seems to be enough for both sides! Now, let the game begin!

The buzzer rings at the same time as the announcer's voice and the match begins. Sir Kleis has stormed with his sword in the upper stages. It is a one-sided attack that represents his fierce temperament as it is. Perhaps that's what he's got. I stick out my left hand sword and take a step forward by trying to take on my right.

"Chih-ah!

Sir Clias instantly packed in the interval where there were about ten steps, releasing a fierce slaughter. That sword speed is a thunderous blow that sickens anyway. I guess this is what a blow from an electrolithic fire refers to. I didn't put my left hand sword together for such a blow.

I don't have a hobby for knowing it was a powerful attack and going out of my way, so I changed my posture as I pulled my stepped foot out, shifted my axis from Sir Clias' slash to avoid a blow of electrolithic fire - and at the same time released the slash with the sword of my right hand. Speed is there, but it's a blow with little power.

"Gu -!?"

But Sir Clias' hand came to hit him from the other side in the position where he unleashed that slaughter. The blade of return unleashed by Sir Clias, who removed the blow of the electroluminescent fire. The orbit through which the hand holding Sir Clias' sword releasing its blade of return passes. That's where I put the slaughter.

Occasionally Sir Clias' wrists and fingers come together and a decision is made to 'cut fly', and Sir Clias removes his sword on his way to release the blade of return. There I relentlessly unleashed a slash with my left hand sword, slashing Sir Clias' right leg. Now a amputation judgment enters Sir Clias' right leg, and his right leg loses power.

I lost my weapon and mercilessly pruned Sir Clias' neck with the sword of my right hand.

The death judgment buzzer rings and the venue of the match in front of you is wrapped in a blur. Sir Clias, who had his neck cut and had been sentenced to death, was dismayed.

"Ko, this is a surprising result! What the hell happened!? Sir Clias suddenly took his sword off, and the battle was decided in an instant. Ah!?

"... it's a horrible sword. The sword of the mercenary Hilo had no use whatsoever. He perfectly spotted Sir Clias' attack, perfectly predicted his moves, and let Sir Clias himself slash Sir Clias. Moving vision out of orbit, reading ahead, and precise and unparalleled slaughter, those are the combined swords of skill."

Put the simulated sword in the hips sheath and leave the match venue behind. Sir Clias seems stunned and still unable to rise. Well, the attendant or something will take you out in good shape.

One of the audiences nearby applauded me on my way back to the waiting room. The applause gradually spread and the audience throughout the venue applauded me. In response, I went back to my seat with my hands in the air.

"Dear Hiro! It was amazing!

"May made me crap like I do every day."

"Well, that's the result of vomiting blood reflexes and even hematuria."

Sir Kleis fought that way many times over by Mae. Seems like a major genre among white-blade aristocrats. Slash and kill enemies from each defense with a knife of electrolithic fire, as well as with a blade of electrolithic fire return if the first blow is avoided. It's a two-shot special school. At first, he was busted with every defense he tried to prevent the first blow, and if he avoided it without taking the first, he was busted with the blade of the second return, and if he also avoided the second blow and showed it, he was busted with the first blow again... by the time he attacked him like that, he was doomed to tears. I also threw up blood reflexes. How many times have you vomited blood reflexes before knitting out the tactic of placing a slash on the blade of the second shot return to deal with it? If you succeed, you succeed. So now you bust me with a change move!

Observe the entire body of the enemy as well as the sword. How do you intend to move next? What kind of slaughter pops out of that posture? What position should I be in to respond to it and where should I be able to release the slaughter? I was forced to nourish my ability to read ahead like that.

Hey, it's lighter than reading spacecraft orbits that fly freely around space with only limited information on radar. Beyond being human, the range of motion of the body is entirely determined. It's easy to predict what slaughter will fly from what position as long as you can figure that out.

Because if you can't predict, you're gonna get slapped with a metal stick and blow up spitting blood reflexes. You'll be desperate.

Then I fought twice. It was the knights belonging to the Imperial Aeronautical Army who competed against the second. Little him - not her. She didn't do anything to attack the disciples, she tried to fight me steadfastly with the sword of her guard. But I struck hard with a two-handed sword, provoking her counter and slamming it into that counter to disable her.

The next person to fight was an old knight belonging to the Kingsguard Knights. This Kingsguard knight was strong. Pull when you should, attack when you should. But still, compared to May, he moved slowly, his sword was inaccurate, and his powers were weak. I brought him into the melee and used the tricks of the two swords to gradually hunt him down like a chess game, eventually succeeding in plugging a deadly blow into his flank. He was a formidable enemy.

And the Fourth.

"To be honest, I gave up half the time that I didn't seem to have anything to fight you"

"Do you think so?"

The man standing in front of me had long ears. And the face looked familiar.

"If I win, they'll let Elma go. Whoa!

"No, you can't do that with your life, brother-in-law."

"Don't call me my brother-in-law!

Elf man - Ernst Willows poked his fingertips at me, screamed with a sword screen that just flew his spit, and pulled out a mock sword on his hips. I'll pull out two swords, too. The buzzer at the start of the game rang.

"Ha!"

Ernst has been thorough in his attacks from the outrage. He never tries to pack an intermission with me, he ticks and attacks me repeatedly.

"Oh, come on, you're losing your hips."

"I'm not riding provocation!

Apparently Ernst had a good analysis of my battles so far. He seems wary of attacking poorly and eating a painful counter. At the same time, they keep making mistakes so that they can't be packed and rushed by two swords.

No matter how much I work out, it's impossible to beat a nobleman with physical abilities or pure agility back with physical enhancement on a boulder. When I get away with it, I can't make it. In a normal way.

"Sooo... ugh!

When I hold my breath, the world starts moving slowly.

"What!?

My body moves a little dull, too, but that's not as much as the world moves around me. Stuffed with an intermission with Ernst that gives a startling look, he unleashes a slaughter in a slow-moving world, and strikes a blow in his hand with Ernst's sword that neither defences nor dodges in time.

"Stupid!? What's the move now?!?

There's like one of those trump cards.

He took off his sword and simultaneously slashed him with a two-handed sword towards Ernst with a stunned look on his face, slashing his torso into quarters. The death judgment buzzer rings and the game ends.

"So don't talk about Elma in the future because I win."

That's what I said to Ernst, who gave him a remorseful look. I left the game behind.

It should be noted that I won two more wins after this and won the White Blade Division with honor.