The sixth bucket that suddenly appeared.
No, he wasn't... he wasn't the only one.
The figure was completely like the other five bodies, but the amount of magic he enclosed was just like garbage.
But...
"Ah, Mr. Body, you're annoying"
"I've been waiting."
"Except for these guys. They're on schedule."
For some reason, the five buckets have a low back against the newcomer.
Yes, I don't know what that means.
But it could be a chance.
Let's do what we want.
To save Lord Citrie.
"Well, I need to talk to you."
"Mm, what?
When I spoke to the sixth man, he reacted to my words.
"Earlier, they said they wanted to tame me. I did get interfered with by magic, but I'm never going to be tamed by that kind of power."
"Hmm, so?
"Are you their best friend? Why don't you fight me? If you make me admit to losing, I'll accept Tame."
"... what if I lose?
"Even in that case, I'll accept Tame. Instead, I want you to let this man go."
"What are you talking about, chief?!?"
Master Citrine tries to make a scene, but I've got it under control.
"No matter how you beat me, you accept Tame? If you could beat me, you could run away with that kid."
"... I'm not going to be such a fool that I don't know the power of my enemies that I think I can beat the five remaining buckets even if I defeat you"
"Well, if I'm alone, I can win."
"I think it's possible. At least, if you guys want to tame me, you're the only way to fight me. If you don't accept my suggestion, I won't accept Tame if I die"
Come on, what do you say?
"Whoa, that's good. Let's fight."
"─ Huh!!"
Hope is connected.
"Or not. Thank you for accepting my offer."
"'Cause even if I can't get you to admit to losing, you're gonna be one of me, right? The beauty there seems strong, but as a floor boss, I wanted a demon like you."
F, floor boss?
I don't know what the hell he's talking about.
But we got a chance to let Master Citrie get away with it. I didn't care about that.
Stand up and face the sixth man.
"By the way, don't you worry that if I lose, I might not let that kid get away?
"I don't want to trust you with all that. Besides... I've never told a man like this before, but I see signs of samurai from you. I'm not supposed to be the kind of man who would renege on a promise."
Though it doesn't seem strong at all, I didn't feel like lying was a good idea for some reason when I got ahead of him.
So, get to the bottom of it.
"Okay, thanks. Well, that's a promise. Unless you admit to losing, we won't get our hands on that kid. You too, protect it."
"Whoa."
"Rikai!
Good luck with the main unit.
"Be careful, he's so strong."
"Arms, because they're getting huge"
Five buckets gathered in one place, unwrapping the enclosure between me and Master Citrie.
Of course, I don't want to run away.
I beat him and let Master Citrie go!!
"By the way, I'm Hurt. It's Hart-El Nour."
"... sorry, no name for me"
Even though we speak human language, there is no name for identifying individuals in our demons.
The exception is the Dragon Nation.
We are an insane species imitating humans.
"Hmm, it's inconvenient not to have a name. All right, if I win, I'll call you by name, okay?
"Whatever you want."
I don't care about names or anything.
It's trivial, except to beat him and let Master Citry get away with it.
"Oh, by the way, can I use my weapon?
"Of course I don't mind"
From what I saw, Hart was bare handed.
My skin doesn't even go through the Orihalcon blade. No matter what kind of weapon they use, there is no problem.
Are you going to use even the bars that the bucket thing that fought me earlier had out?
The arr was quite painful, but not unbearable.
With that in mind, Hult (...) holes (...) in the sky (...) for (...) ah (...) (...).
Ko, how about... brave people?
I looked familiar with Hart's behavior.
A brave man who once fought punched a hole in space, just like Hart, and took all sorts of weapons out of it and attacked me.
Well, all those weapons never scratched me.
So you don't have to be afraid of any kind of weapon coming out.
Hart pulled his hand out of the space.
A giant, halt-taller sword appeared.
The moment I saw that (...)...
My arms, my torso, my legs, my head, were chopped to pieces without any resistance.
"─ Ha!?"
I got on my knees.
Oh, that's crazy......
I should have been chopped to pieces right now.
Yet my body was safe.
What's going on?
I'm trying to give you a glimpse of what's going on, but...
I couldn't look forward.
My instinct as a demon tells me not to raise my head.
My body is trembling in small pieces.
This is... fear?
Then, stupid!
You think I'm afraid of that sword?
... No, it's not.
It's not a sword.
Ah (...) of (...) sword (...) to (...) hold (...) ha (...) l (...) t (...), my instincts were doing everything in their power to sound the alarm.
─ ─ You can't win.
It's not that dimension, like paying off an arrow for Master Citrie.
The moment I get up, the illusion I was shown earlier becomes reality.
I'm not allowed to resist anything, and I'm chopped up.
This isn't about predictions or hunches or anything.
A definitive future.
"Si, Dear Citri... I'm sorry, too"
"Here you go, chief? What's wrong?!?"
Lord Citrie is worried about me kneeling in front of Hurt.
She had no anger emotions in her voice when she said she was bowing her head to people.
Purely, you're worried about me.
I'm sure Master Citrie won't blame me for what I'm about to do.
That hurts me.
I know.
Still, I can't stop myself from doing it.
"Dear Hart, it's my loss... I accept Tame"
I was a fool.
I had no idea what Hart was capable of standing in front of me.