It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

Seeing that over and over again, in my judgment assessment as a knight, Moorsht's strength was equal to that of Ekdoyk, until Ekdoyk was stronger in terms of skill proficiency, etc...

But this man in front of you is on this spot by defeating Wolfe. I don't see any injuries that seem to have occurred from what I saw.

Besides, that night that Topala died, when I saw Mourshut in return for blood, I felt a slight, albeit frightening, feeling.

This is similar to what I felt when I really made out with the Knights of Tays. Even if you are lagging behind in your simple physical abilities, you are still willing to try to attract victory.

Sir Ragdo said it was a strength of readiness. Whether or not you can put in all your thoughts at that moment, that depends greatly on winning or losing.

"You don't have to worry about anything. I'll kill you and then I'll break him. No small work. Let's not worry about it."

"... right"

"Do you just want me to stay away a little longer? Rinse the walls if possible. Master Hilmera, look, you don't want your squire to jump you and kill you, do you?

He and Princess Hilmera distance themselves from the words. He stares at Mourscht with those eyes as he moves near the entrance door.

"Ilias, there is no lie in Moursht's words. Hilmera is not going to move either. You don't have to watch" me, "just focus on the fight."

"-Okay."

A few lingering worries could also be wiped clean with his words. Stretch your nerves with your breath and set up your sword.

"Well then... Yikes!

"- Huh!"

Moorsht, who was far away, stuffs his time in an instant and takes with his sword the sword that has protruded. But I couldn't kill the momentum, and my own body was bounced backwards.

With a few steps, correct your posture. There is still a paralysis in my arm after just one integration. The speed now is more than Sir Ragdo, sword pressure is definitely up......!

"Aha, awesome!

Take the ensuing spike again. Misses impact to foot and bounces back Mourshut. If you know that's the kind of attack, you can handle this breakthrough with swordsmanship.

"Yeah. There were quite a few slashed back and avoided, but this is the first time I've been stopped from the front! Are you really a person?

"Whatever."

Moorsht's ultra-fast travel is not due to magic, but to magic enhancement. It is an attack that enables us to intensify at such density that normal humans cannot withstand it.

Ultra-acceleration from weakness, in order to make the most of its agility, the magic enhancement protecting one's own flesh, which may rebel, needs to be kept to a minimum.

"Then how about this?

Mourscht runs. Now instead of jumping in foolishly, the agitation while flying around. I don't feel any traces of magical use to restore my flesh while traveling super fast continuously.

Originally, a move that shouldn't have been possible if he wore it. It is a move that is finally possible to reach as many areas as Sir Ragdo, who has forged his flesh as steel.

What is conceivable, like Wolfe, is something beyond talented talent, something as Yugra's dropper, which enables such insane moves on Moursht.

"- Phew!

It is impossible to take all attacks from all sides from the front. Switch to the arrangement where you will reciprocate.

Once, twice, three times, he hits that spike with a sword, shifting his own orbit and my body. If you hit me directly, my body will surely not be safe. Kick the rush to invade your mind trying to deal with it calmly and look for a way to fight back.

Its physical abilities are abnormal, but I don't feel skilled in swordsmanship from him. Sir Ragdo can wield a wide variety of swordsmanship in that speed, but he's only capable of a spike.

It depends on how you fight to harness your talents. Then use it and the sword will arrive!

"(-Now!

At the moment of recirculating the spike, point that direction towards the ground with force moves. Moorsht, who was jumping into a straight line, is greatly altered in angle to the bottom and slammed to the ground with his own speed.

He has a look of surprise, but his willingness to dwell in that eye has not wavered at all. But the body cannot move satisfactorily with a slapped clap. Chasing is... now!

"Huh!?

He stepped in at once, stuffed the distance and unleashed a thrust into Mourshut's chest. Mourscht couldn't avoid it either, he took that direct hit and was blown up to the rear wall.

I was stunned. The poke I unleashed blew up Mourström. Yeah, I blew it up.

The feeling that stays in your arms, which is supposed to be something that chooses meat and crushes bones, only remains as if you've bounced off a strong gem.

- I knew you were strong, you.

Mourscht, slammed against the wall, is up as if nothing had happened. The partial armor on the chest is damaged, but that's all.

There is slight blood on my sword tip, but I can see it stopping by tearing a piece of thin skin to see how much it is.

If the opponent is a handful, or if the magic enhancement is immature, I can do similar artistry, but I'm not out of hand at all right now. It's a blow I unleashed with the intention of definitively stopping him.

I can see the unpleasant sweat coming through my back. Can a wave of my full strength kill this man's body?

"Blessed with so much qualities, so much skill, not even a little bit of chronic. But I don't expect to lose to you. [M] Why do you think that is?

Moorsht jumps in. But that speed is much slower than ever. It's like telling me to take it. A massive blow.

No matter how much flesh is hardened by magic enhancement, it will not be powerful without speed. I take that Moorsht blow.

"Gu!"

The blow was far weaker than what was rolled out of the ultra-fast rush. But it's a lot heavier than the impact I expected.

When I exchanged swords, there were many things that conveyed their thoughts. But I've never had a more thought-provoking blow. Am I pressed by the thoughts put in that sword, not by sword pressure?

"I wouldn't spare my life for him. I'm sure you think so, too. I guess you and I are on par for expressing that. But there's a difference."

"Difference..."

"I die here today. Whatever the consequences, you're bound to die. Accept that fate, I'm here."

If you realize it, you're being pushed in. Even if you put all your efforts into it and use your experience and moves, it should be noted that the difference is slowly pushing me.

"With me, knight, you deserve to be ready to die!

"Can we finish everything here? Can you throw everything away? Can you say that there's no ideal in your heart that you don't dream of a future with him?

"Huh!"

Pull the body, flush the sword of Moursht, and wave the sword down against the collapsed position. Moorsht didn't even try to avoid it, and my sword went to his neck.

"... no"

My sword is stopped at Mourscht's neck. There is a slight drop of blood from the contact surface, but there is no blade from there. No matter how much I try to push in, I'm inhibited by that meat.

- You rocked.

"Damn!?

Shortly after Mourscht rotated his body, a severe impact on the back of his head. The shock as if he had been beaten with stone, he was constantly shifting his gaze to the sword of Mourshut, but this is...... kicking!?

There's a chase coming, it doesn't taste good to take it like this! His sword approaches the front as soon as he steps back to regain his posture. If you know it's coming, it's easy to prevent... Huh!?

"You don't have to be ashamed. Dreaming young isn't weakness, it's the food you need to live."

The sword I took was as light as a feather. The sword I took in the first place, he just let it go...... Huh!

"Come on!"

The next attack could be read with the action taken by Moursht. He was grabbing my shoulders and turning his torso wide back. Having decided it was impossible to avoid, I respond to that head-on in a damned mood.

Each other's head flies with the blunt sound. But I returned only slightly faster as I was in a better position. Go after him.

"- Kaha."

I can't breathe, I cough. It's not just the air that leaked, it's the blood that's mixed. Feel dangerous and distance at once.

Mourscht is falling backwards due to a head-on impact and is slowly getting up in the middle of it. My gaze was on his hands, his bloody fingers. That moment of head thrust, he was sticking his finger up my throat and tearing it apart with the shock of being blown away.

Apply minimal healing magic so that you can breathe. His vision is slightly red, apparently bleeding from his forehead as well.

"Haha, you're used to the muddy battle, too, Knight of the Tays"

Risen up, Mourshut picks up the sword. Blood seemed to be running from his forehead, but it's already stopped. It looks like he's stopping the bleeding just by strengthening his magic, not by healing magic.

Moursht licks and laughs at the blood that was flowing from his forehead to his mouth. Is that an indication of spare time, or...

"But your heart stays shaken, and later you just have to make it bigger. Like this..."

Moorsht jumps in super fast again. An unmistakable advance from the front, then take it-!?

My body is baffled by the timing of the collision. My heart is flashing when I see the sight in front of me. Moorsht, who should have jumped in at that speed, stopped in front of him and showed him.

"Look, I rocked again"

"-!"

I avoided the sword protruding again, but I get a reaccelerated Mourshut body hit with my torso. I was even struck by the thought that my whole body would fall apart and I was slammed against the wall without knowing the spacing between the top and bottom.

Tastes bad, now it tastes pretty bad. It didn't even have to be fatal, but it was attacked properly. It takes a few seconds for the body to function back. If they chase you in the meantime, you can't do anything... Huh.

……

Without a chase, my body's function came back. Get up at once and get an idea of what's going on.

I need another ten seconds to bruise my whole body, crack in a few places, and restore my sense of equilibrium. I can fight without a problem.

The opposing Moorsht... sits to get into the ground or something. No, he's not sitting down, he's falling.

Moorsht's legs are deformed into distorted shapes, breaking through the meat and even seeing the bones. I forced him to stop that super-fast rush with only his leg strength. It would be better if you could just imagine the prototype.

"It's sturdy. Plus, healing magic is sloppy and usable. Well, I wasn't even interested in magic that wouldn't even be activated if it wasn't shaped."

"... you won't be able to stand on that foot anymore"

"That's not what you judge, is it?

Mourström shapes his broken legs as if to bring the bent wire straight back. Pale, without changing one expression, that if you don't use magic, you can even lose consciousness due to severe pain.

No, that can't be right. The bones should be broken, the flesh torn, and even the muscles cut a thousand. No matter how prepared you are, you can no longer move in the structure of the human body….

"... eh"

"As long as I'm willing, I'll stay here. This is my end of the day, and I don't need to leave anything behind. Come on, I won't spare you a serving. Let's go on."

The will to dwell in its eyes was as if it had not wavered, and Moursht had a sword, and let it stand just as it had at the beginning.