Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Something bumps into each other. The roar sounds.

"Something", which can only be described as a figure and shadow of a person wearing armor, with a presence that is unclear for some reason in color, shape and size, but with a definite mass and an unusual interrogation, intersects intensely over and over again.

"Ha!!

Apparently, a man in armor who is a young man wields a glowing sword with one hand.

A silent voice that can neither roar nor scream of 'Something' shivers the space.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!

Shortly after the armored man's unprecedented great roar,

An awesome cry without sound shivers the space.

There was nothing there. It was a bright white space and only a place where expression was used.

No walls, no ceilings, not even the floor beneath your feet. Just a white void space.

There he was in a position where a man swung down his sword.

When the body leans, it falls on its back.

Alive. Rough up and down the chest lets it know, but the body paints the blood. The left arm doesn't hold the prototype as if it was even pressed.

It was a state that I could only describe as a full-blown creation, a state in which I very much do not think I have ever fought before.

"... damn... fuck you!... Already... Never again... Yan... here's the thing!

My breath is constantly solitary.

"Looks like it's over ~"

The voice of a suddenly prolonged woman sounds. but the man does not respond to the voice nor does he see the voice.

"What is it? Don't ignore it!

The Lord of the Voice points his lips in dissatisfaction.

There was a woman with such beauty that the expression beauty was only disrespectful.

The man stares at the woman as if she were a mythical or inherited goddess.

"... over here... state... look... then... say no... fucking goddess!

... apparently a real goddess.

"Oh, that sounds like a tough one."

The goddess (seemingly female) hands on the man, speaking in a relaxed and subtly irritating tone.

Then a grain of light poured down on the man's body, and instantly his injuries healed and his breathing became calm, reverting to every piece of armor he even wore a crushed arm.

After a while, a man slowly wakes up his upper body.

"That's good to know it's all over."

The man asks, staring at the goddess.

"You don't have to stare at me like that. Yes, this really wipes out 'Luenabilio' too. I won't be back for at least tens of thousands of years. I think the world's distortions will return a little bit."

"Hmm, I guess I can really get back to my original world!

"It's okay ~! Cha ~ and the original world, I'll be able to go back to the original time ~! I want you to trust me a little ~, Gu ~"

The goddess responds instantly when a man stares at 'If it's a lie, it's not free' all the time. Be polite and cry with imitation...

Just a little insurance disappears from a man's gaze.

"As promised, don't worry, I'll regulate the rest over here when I do the 'repatriation ritual' in the place where I was summoned."

Goddess continues in a relaxed tone.

"... right"

That's what I say. Finally a man breathes heavily.

After a while, a man gets up.

Face that leaves you still young about twenty. Is he about 180 cm tall with a stretched body? The figure covered in armor was the light of the goddess, and the wounds of the body and armor were gone. Traces of blood remained intact.

The goddess stares at the figure with a merciful look, spinning her words quietly and strictly.

"He was summoned more unilaterally than the other world, transcended painful trials, and often defeated the Demon King and the Evil God 'Luenabilio', bringing order and peace to this world. In the name of Valienis, a pillar of God, thank you and bless you."

Raise your eyebrow root like a man was a little surprised.

"... well, you want this to be clear, and don't waste the effort I've made. I've got a lot to say, but that's fine for now."

"We can't interfere excessively with people's livelihoods, but we'll keep an eye on them as long as possible"

When the goddess responds that way, she puts her hand in front of the man. Particles of light gathered and the space in front of them opened wide.

"Come on, this realm will be closed soon. You should go back and show everyone you're safe."

The man dives in an open space as prompted.

(If that's the way you can talk, go fuck yourself from the start) and sincerely malign.

The way through was a place like a dim temple.

I see a few figures. Looks like they're asking for each weapon.

You must have recognized this one when the man kept going, untying the arrangement as if the tension had been broken.

"Dear Yuya ~ ~!!!!"

A little girl jumps into a man's chest.

"Are you hurt?! This, so full of blood! Heal now!!

Man, to the girl who's half panicked when she sees you,

"It's okay. It's already healed."

and responds by stroking the girl's head and smiling, looking over at the others on the spot.

A woman with long, brown-skinned skin (beautiful woman), a man with a big, gusty physique, a girl wearing a white robe (beautiful girl), and a long man with a nervous face.

Everyone stares at Yuya with a look that can't be taken as a smile or a cry.

"It's over?

"Oh, it's all over"

Uya answers the short question of the big man.

"Ko, has this saved the world?

Nodding at the words that the expectations and anxieties of the Robe girl had crossed.

"Yeah, if you're sure of Valienis' words, you will. After that... it's the work of the princesses and kings."

and responds with a pranky, light mouth.

"Come on! Why don't you go outside and respond to everyone!

The brown woman urges, and the long-lasting man nods to agree.

When the youths go out of the temple, there are many soldiers gathered there to surround the temple.

Everyone floats the colour of fatigue on its face, and there are also large numbers of people who are wet in blood and injured.

There are also juvenile soldiers and old soldiers and women who seem to have grandchildren who only look like children. Some soldiers, whose equipment is also fragmented and wrapped around armor that looks like regular soldiers from some country, even those who only look like bandits or bandits, and those who just have weapons in their simple clothes.

That number would be well over 10,000 just visible from the eunuchs. How about tens of thousands overall?

The gaze of every soldier around them pours on the Eugene. Everyone stared with a mixed look of anticipation and anxiety.

No one utters a word. There was an unusual quiet there.

Yuya tries to say something even as she is half overwhelmed by that gaze, but the words don't come out.

I've been summoned to this world for three years and I've been running selflessly obsessed. In the meantime, all sorts of events come and go, my chest gets clogged and my words never get on my voice.

So Yuya gave up on making it a word, just holding her fist and sticking her right hand up high.

After a moment of silence, the cheer exploded.