Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

I sat in the abyss of a crack in the ground and watched the core repeat the red and creepy brightness.

"I didn't know you were really going to use suicide bombing tactics..."

No one has ever mentioned it before, but there was actually an easy way to defeat Yamatano Orochi.

It's about sacrificing me.

If it has the effect of 'Pain Return', it is likely that even Yamatano Orochi can take you on the road. Maybe I can only take one neck on the road.

Anyway, if it's enough to do such a massive prep and a dangerous maneuver that put everyone's lives at risk, it's better for Cospa to sacrifice one spellman and defeat Laid Boss.

Of course, that's a reckoning with my life out of sight, and I'm more alive and dirty than anyone else in this class. Suicide bombing is a good place to go.

"No matter how much 'Shizuku of Life' there is, I'm going to make another bad bet on it"

The content of the suicide bombing operation is simple and clear.

Yamatano Orochi explodes.

I die.

So I'm the only one revived by the effect of Shizuku of Life.

As a result, only Yamatano Orochi died and I survived safely.

But I don't have a feeling it's going to work at all.

Well, it's proven in one case that Sugino outperformed Mae's ambush that Shizukuishi of Life really heals instant death damage with no time.

But can Yamatano Orochi really be resurrected in the wake of the big bang and blow that he uses as his last defense? If you disappear without any ashes, 'Shizuku of Life' won't work either, what a good enough thing.

Feels like I've seen a lifeline wrapped around it, but it's not connected anywhere. That's how anxious it is.

"Why are you throwing up to lie and doing this?"

I told Mae, the story about the core bomb I prepared is a lie.

It's true that there's a bomb, but I'm not willing to use it.

Because the attack magic we all shot in didn't scratch one.

In the first place, this bomb is only a substitute for Cherry Blossom's "Flashing White Arrow (Lux Fortis Sagitta)". Its power is such as advanced attack magic for one shot.

With such power, there is no reason to be able to destroy the core of Yamatano Orochi.

Mae would have realized that the moment I said "Shizuku of Life" to her, she would do suicide bombing warfare.

But to mislead it, I lied that the bomb was destiny. We didn't even have time to talk about it.

"Shit, my hands are shaking"

"Shizukuishi of Life," his right hand gripping, blurbing.

Scary. I know I have a good chance of dying. I know what you mean. I'm not scared. I don't have a wax.

Really, why are you imitating this stupid? Now, I'm not a budding wack of a spirit of self-sacrifice, nor am I a wack of responsibility for directing this crusade.

"... but if we don't take them down here, it's all for nothing"

If I insist, all I can say is intuition.

We should get out of here and get ready for next.

My reason is crying out loud that it's natural and correct. [M]

But the part where I should say intuition or sixth sense, which I don't normally atheize at all, is about to sue.

If we retreat here, we will never be able to defeat Yamatano Orochi again. Why do you think so? I don't even know myself.

Yamatano Orochi was caught up to the point of eating an attack on the main core in this crusade, so will he learn and be fully defended?

Though conceived as a possibility, certainty is just a very unlikely guess.

How can you say that this moment is the first and last chance you can take down Yamatano Orochi? No matter how I twisted my head, I couldn't get a satisfactory answer or guess why I intuited so.

"If you die from this, you'll regret it."

I'm not convinced myself. But here's what I chose to do.

I've never been so uncomfortable with my actions on my own, I suppose.

There have been many life-threatening crises.

But every time I came up with measures to regenerate death in the earthen pitch, or blessed with unexpected luck, I was survived.

Under any circumstances, I have chosen the best possibilities that I can think of myself.

That's what makes me think there's no such stupid way this time around.

"Actually, you're out of your mind without realizing it yourself."

I don't know who I am anymore.

If it bothers you so much, if only Master Ruinhilde had given it to you in his divine trust to "blow yourself up," you would still have decided on your belly... and not be called into God's space-time for this period.

No, if I die from this, will I go over there?

Hey on the boulder, I hate it when you're alone with that dark space-time, reaper ticking curse god...

"... you can't. I'm not convinced I can think about it anyway. Then it would be more constructive to try to increase survival at all."

That's more like me.

Even with the big bang, the death damage is just enough to give me room for resurrection.

I need to at least half my body to die feeling like I'm staying because my whole body doesn't seem to disappear as ash.

"Sorry, Rem. Take me on the road with your bad husband."

"Gugaga, gi, gra"

Remaining with me, Black Knight Rem is like a real knight, on one knee and drooling his head.

Behind it, Arakune and Minotaur also refrain.

"If I survive, I'll use this Yamatano Orochi material to create an even stronger body."

I stroke the black knight's helmet. Glossy lacquered black armor hinges and chills.

"It's an order that could be the last. I want you to ask me. Rem, be my shield."

"Gugahhhh!"

I just gave it a cheerful and ambitious, quick, start acting.

"I like that corner over there"

Totally collapsed earth-magic walls. We go to that corner.

Keep this remaining corner wall on your back to prevent a blast.

"I left it to you."

"Kishaaaa!"

"Bumo, ooh, ooh!"

On the front, put up all the shields you've brought in and let Arakune and Minotaur block you.

Well, I'm sorry to bother you.

And as a last guard, I went inside the armor of the Black Knight Lem itself.

The Black Knight is originally a living armor. It's the armor helmet itself that's moving, and the contents are empty.

In other words, if you take off your helmet and remove the clasp, you can wear it.

Most importantly, a black knight with a large armor helmet of more than two meters will come in with me 152 cm tall, so it can't be the right size. Rather than wearing armor, I feel like I'm in a man-shaped coffin.

"Oh, Rem, we're together when we die..."

Saying such a feminine thing, I went completely into the Black Knight Lem armor.

It's almost dark inside, and only the slit in the eye of the helmet enters the light.

It's dark and narrow, but I don't feel so bad when I think Lem protects me.

In doing so, I held Shizuku of Life in both hands and prayed as the only action left behind.

May you survive - yes, I put my prayers in the magic item that entrusts my life to me at the end.

"... no"

You're not. Something's different.

"I am a magician... the only god who prays is Lord Ruinhilde, the curse god"

Then, if you entrust your life at the end, shouldn't it be a spell given by God?

Thinking rapidly cools down.

It wasn't reason, it wasn't intuition, it was from the bottom of my heart deeper, I thought.

Use the spell.

Use the spell and scratch your feet until the last moment.

"Yes, I am a magician."

Use what?

Which spell should I use?

Besides the self-destruction of 'Pain Return', is there anything else?

The power to kill off Yamatano Orochi. Enough power to make him die instantly.

There can't be any such thing.

Because I don't have that power in my spell, I have no choice but to give my life.

And "Shizuku of Life" to reclaim the life you gave, and...

"-" Shizuku of Life "can restore instant damage."

Then, if its effects are reversed,

"It's" The Reverse Dancing Horsebutterfly "!

That's right, here it is.

If you followed Shizukuishi of Life to activate the Reverse Dance Horsebutterfly, that butterfly should have the power to instantly kill your opponent.

No, I'm in trouble if you don't have it.

Offer a magic item that will save your life. If you hadn't been the curse of killing me for taking my life, you wouldn't be fit for it.

"Remuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Rem, who received my thoughts, runs out.

He jumps out of the corner where he solidifies his defense and runs in a noise with Gachangachan.

"Ugh, whoa!

In my swinging armor, I once again gripped the Shizuku of Life.

Not to pray, but to curse.

"Wings, feathers that sprinkle misfortune, come to him -"

Full chant, even though you're about to bite because of the wobble,

"- Winged wings are love. Bright red bloody butterfly feathers"

What spell followed came out of my mouth?

I don't have to think about it, my mouth moves on its own.

"Innocence all the way is ruthless. Pure pity or evil brakes? There is only one person who offers love. No limit to spreading death."

You don't have to think about it.

I can, I can, only such certainty moves my mouth without foundation.

"Enveloped like a Mother of Mercy. Surround like a plague."

The more I can feel, the more signs of immense magic sting my skin from the outside.

Is the core about to explode?

But we'll make it. I'll beat you up.

"I won't let you get away with it. I'm not letting you get away with it."

The gripping 'Shizukuishi of Life' disappears like a drool, emitting a dazzling red glow.

At the same time, Rem's helmet came off and I crawled up.

He first protruded the fist of his red glowing right hand, from which he stuck his head to force it to screw, and caught it with his left shoulder.

But when he jumps out of the Black Knight's neck with only his right arm and head, he's already peering into the cracks in the valley in front of him.

The core at the bottom of the valley was violently bright and repeated, becoming visibly dense red, with an aura of magic blowing out.

We don't seem to have ten seconds before the explosion.

But in my hands, the spell is done already.

"I think. Delivery. With love. To you on the other side..."

Yes, this is what I deserve to risk my life for.

Thank you, Master Ruinhilde.

I believe wholeheartedly and release this curse. [M]

"-" The Fairy Butterfly of Suicide ""

"Fairy Butterfly of Suicide": Fairy with red butterfly feathers. The fairy, in love, swallowed too many deaths. Now the figure itself is the symbol of death. Where she came down, death poured down where she could never escape -

A giant pillar of light shook through heaven shining in crimson red.

Its brilliance penetrates the clouds and continues to be heavenly high everywhere.

Those fantastic sights, two years and seven classmates, were just looking up.

"Kotaro..."

"You did it, Peach River"

Everyone in the class was sipping a hard spit and looking up at the sight.

"- Apparently, Peach River did it. The signs of Yamatano Orochi have disappeared."

The light subsides, says Ryuichi.

Only a limited number of people can feel the signs clearly, but nevertheless, everyone understood that a settlement had finally been reached.

"Yay, I did... I won"

"Oh, we, you won..."

"Ha, it's finally over, be"

The voice of joy exploded, never to.

Everyone is exhausted. It's critical to strength, magic, and supply.

He exhaled with great relief, interrupting the tension he had been straining, and lowered his hips on the spot so that each of them would collapse.

"Kotaro!

"Mr. Twin Leaves!

In it, only Mei Zi ran out to Rock Mountain at first sight.

For her, Kotaro's life and death are more important than winning or losing, for example.

With full leg strength, the budding garments rushed out while gently raising the earthen smoke,

"... hey"

Coming down from Rock Mountain, I immediately saw three figures.

"Good... Kotaro, live..."

"I mean, our alpha's alive, so the Peach River is safe."

And, from behind the teary-eyed bud garment, an apricot spanning the quail and the cheerfully ringing alpha speaks out.

Even the moment the pillar of light stood, Alpha was pimping, so Kotaro's safety was guaranteed as well.

"Hey! May, Langdon!

Looks like Kotaro noticed the two of them rushing by.

I get off the back of Arakune I was riding, and I run straight to the two of you, no, to my classmates.

"You did it, Peach River!

"Kotaro, welcome back"

Both budding and apricot, with a full smile.

And my classmates who had followed me behind both of them, even in a worn out fatigue, cheered when they saw Kotaro.

Kotaro waves and walks over to everyone who welcomes him, with a slightly tired look.

"I'm home."

Thus, two years and seven groups of heroes made the triumph.