Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

In the pantry, Primera was relative to Bash in the face of tension.

Bash wears repaired armor, has the sword he's been given, and looks down at Primera.

Primera can't see the emotions behind that expression.

"... bad. I couldn't get my hands on some rocky weapons."

Primera wasn't sure.

Yesterday, even more than before the first round began.

Think of it. I've just been shown my immaturity these past few days.

Last night, I rebuilt my sword and armor without a single night's sleep.

But still, it doesn't extend to Bash's sword of love.

Compared to that rigid sword, it's just a twig, such as my own sword.

If the bash swings, it will surely break easily.

"No, easier to hold than yesterday"

Bash waved his sword gently, saying so.

"Oh yeah!?

"Oh."

Primera gasped small.

but immediately shook his neck as a bump to the side, hiding his clenched fist behind his back.

Where they say it's somewhat easy to hold, there's no substitute for the sword being Namakura.

……

Bash is obsessed with a chest protruded by Primera hiding her hands behind her back.

Primera also notices that gaze.

I don't have to wonder what fun it is to see something like this, but again, I don't feel bad.

(... nevertheless)

Primera saw the bash once again.

When we first met, I wasn't sure about a person named Bash.

They told me to have a baby, and I refused.

I thought you were kidding.

But now I had a slight change of view.

(This guy, he's an oak, but he's a pretty good guy.)

I'm honest, I'm strong, I'm manly.

I used Primera's given sword, and Primera offended me, but I didn't complain about one of them.

And at the end of the day, it made me realize how immature Primera is.

Oak means that common sense differs from one another.

For example, suddenly they hit me.

but still, it must be because while staring into the valley of Primera's chest, she hasn't gotten her hands on it...... she's sworn allegiance to Oak King and Ya even as she has the same passion for Primera.

A man of loyalty, patience, and tenacity.

Such a man tells me.

Upon reaffirming that fact, Primera felt her cheeks get hot.

Then, nature and words leak out of your mouth.

"Well, what! If you win, you can think about it!

"Think? What?

"Idiot! You're gonna make me say it out of my mouth! You're up to that!

……

Bash was in a deep hurry.

Because I didn't know what that meant.

Even if they say that abruptly, what is it? What do you think?

Whether you ask someone, there's no fairy here you can count on.

Bash's sharpened conjecture was now feeling something, a very "hunch".

I don't know if that "hunch" is a good one or a bad one.

Such a hunch has been since the showdown in the Remium Highlands.

I had a bad feeling then.

Bash couldn't believe the hunch, it was already too late when he continued the fight on the spot and took orders from Oak King to rush to the scene.

Demon King Gedigz was dead.

Which one now......

"Master Bash. Game four, it's time!

and that's where the door to the holding room was knocked.

"Huh! Because! Look, come on!

"... oh"

I don't know if I have a hunch.

I don't even know how I should move.

Bash went to the first game in a puzzling mood.

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Game 4 Bash vs Amond

"Winner, bash!

The next game as well. Bash decided to win with one blow.

Never a weak opponent.

A Dwarf warrior, a man who was striving to captain the Third Corps of Engineers.

Even this dovanga hole is a warrior enough to get into five fingers.

He fought with dignity.

Against Bash, by the time he was foolish, he thrust straight from the front and was stopped with a blow.

If you saw what you saw, it would have looked like an idiot too.

Haven't you seen Bash's game on day one?

Some must have thought so.

But this is the Dwarf.

Believe in your own crafted weaponry and leave it to it to break through the front.

For Dwarves, evasion is what cowards do.

Though the brave dwarf was torn, it was wrapped in applause.

And Bash made it to the semifinals.

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The opponent of the semifinals is the previous winner.

Balabarado banga.

He is the eldest son of Dwarf's hero Dradradobanga.

……

Seeing the bash back in the holding room, Primera was trembling nervously.

Balabarado banga.

It is the man of the Dobanga clan who is supposedly the strongest and the most well-armed of the blacksmiths.

Dradradovanga's death is now a symbol, culmination, admiration and hope of the clan.

Beginning with the martial arts festival with my own battered martial arts, I have three winning experiences.

He has won relatively steadily, especially last year, and is said to have twelve consecutive wins this year, at the head of the winning candidate.

Primera, until yesterday, thought she was better than a fragmented bunga if she meant it.

but not now.

I can see how that stubborn brother is diligent and excellent as a blacksmith.

I'm sure that doesn't extend far to my father, Doradobanga, but he's in an endless state in Primera today.

Can I fight such an opponent and myself now?

I've won by the power of bash alone, myself.

"Don't worry. I won't lose."

Bash's words are reliable.

Whoever it is, there will be nothing that doesn't believe that word of Bash.

This word is also absolute on the battlefield and every soldier will feel at ease.

But Primera thinks.

Can I win?

"Yeah."

At the very least, when you win, don't think you win.

Primera swore so to her heart.

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Semifinals.

The pieces were waiting for their opponents in the middle of the arena.

He is the last winner.

Before the tournament began, anyone was going to win.

The opponents who struggled last year can also win at their leisure this year.

I was going to build on that much workout this past year and wear the perfect armor.

The opponent is Bash, an oak hero.

I also knew the name fell apart.

Because pieces are also those who fought as Dwarves warriors and came to an end.

And I know that I was able to survive because I didn't meet them.

With them are the strongest warriors who have rushed around the battlefield.

Just as Bash was, so was his father Doradobanga.

The good fortune of not meeting such warriors made me survive.

After the end of the war, they gained their rightful place in each country and still work for the country.

Neither Nazar, Prince of the Human Beings, nor Sandersonia, the Great Enchantress of Elves.

I'm sure my father, who was called a war ghost, and Leto, the brave beast who was close to my father, would have been if he had lived.

They don't go to festivals like this.

Alternatively, you may sit in the VIP table.

But you won't be standing in the arena like this.

The opportunity to challenge them equals lost forever.

That's a challenge.

Balabaradbanga is the king of this arena.

But now, this moment was a challenger.

I wanted to thank God.

That you gave me a chance to try.

(But the reason I let him come is that I have to think about it more carefully...)

The reason why the Orc hero Bash came to this country, this Dobanga hole, is obvious.

A slave.

In this country, there are slaves of oak.

That's quite a few, too.

They captured a distant oak that had sunk near the dovanga hole.

And they say, but not actually.

The majority are prisoners captured during the war.

When the twelve races agreed to peace and peace came, all the prisoners who were imprisoned by the nations were liberated.

Such a treaty was mounted.

So all the women who were imprisoned in the land of Orcs were freed, as were the men who were imprisoned in the land of Sacubas.

Fairey, who was imprisoned in the land of humans, and Auga, who was captive to the beast.

If so, why is Orc still trapped in the dovanga hole?

Why were they not released at the same time as the end of the war......

You don't need a much longer explanation to talk about it.

Dobanga hole merchants.

Those who cow ear this town after the death of Doradobanga.

Near the end of the war, they hid the existence of slaves.

Dwarves are stubborn and artisanal.

But not all of them are good people.

Finally, many like to save money.

Coliseum revenues and the profits generated by low-cost slaves are enormous.

The merchants, who thought it a shame to let it go, hid the existence of an orc that had been thoroughly enslaved.

The first year he imprisoned him deep underground to fight in the underground martial arts field, revealing his presence and letting him fight in the battlefield on the surface as "catching a detached oak" from the second year.

Many dwarves have been deceived.

It was only recently that Balabaradbanga learned the truth.

Inheriting the pride of Doradobanga, he immediately thought of freeing the slave oak.

And I met Donzoi, the leader of the slave oak.

Donzoi was a proud man,

Been in captivity, trying to break the status quo with my own hands.

And he was finding a way to do it.

A sure way to win the Martial Arts Festival and free ourselves.

Balabaradbanga knew it and thought:

He said he should stand up as an enemy.

That will protect their pride, he said.

Sneaking up, I was hand-wrestling so that the weapons I had made would cross over to the slave orcs, but I did nothing more.

As a result, last year's fragmentation was the winner and Donzoi the semi-finalist.

It turned out painfully to fall apart, but Donzoi hadn't given up.

The pieces therefore sent another blacksmith to Donzoi this year who could repair the firearms and the pieces of firearms.

This behavior of fragmentation, most people may not understand when they hear it.

But piecemeal thought that if he deliberately lost or abstained, it would have insulted Orc's pride.

If I didn't fight for real, and lose, the pride of Orc, which has been tainted for over three years, would not be revived, and Donzoi's misery would be in vain, I believed so.

But this year, Bash came.

A man called Oak's, even a hero.

To save our slave companions.

Take one fairy, just the two of us.

(Now I show up waiting for the situation to stabilize, or did the information finally flow from Donzoi's semi-finals last year...)

Either way, I think it's a splendid thing, Balabaradbanga.

It will be hard for Orcs to travel in other countries.

In order to reach this dovanga hole, we have to pass through the wrinkle forest.

To unify that forest is Sandersonia, the great demon of the elves.

The wrinkle forest nightmare is famous among dwarves.

In a long war, he inflicted unbearable humiliation on that Thundersonian.

Coupled with the shady nature of the elves, they must have been obsessed with just passing through and stuck around.

In fact, rumors have also come that there was some noise in the woods.

That's not all.

If an Orc hero leaves the country, don't shut up with Houston, the governor of Crassel.

The Houston feat and name of the hog killer is famous.

Against Orc, that man, who has an extraordinary hatred, would have made a move if Bash were to leave the country.

But Bash is here now.

After all the hard work, I'm here now.

Orcs are by no means a smart species, but they survive without perishing until the end of the war.

That must only have been if it had this binding force.

On this day, Dwarf, who knows more or less the circumstances, will have revamped the perception of a species called Orc.

(But...)

And I heard a wacky cheer in the ears of a fragmented banga.

When I opened my eyes, I saw one orc walking in from the holding room.

(If this guy does everything, what happens to Donzoi's pride)

Bash is strong.

than any of the participants in this arena.

No, I looked all over the world for someone who could defeat this man, something like that.

It doesn't matter, even if the power is somewhat suppressed with the weapons there.

I'm sure this tournament will also win lightly and release the slave orcs lightly.

But I don't think Balabaradbanga would be happy with that.

Donzoi has been the last three years.

No, I know I've been wishing and activating for more years to free myself from slavery.

I don't want you to be that it was all pointless.

Lord Bash.

"What?

"Let me knock you down"

"Uhm."

You say the obvious and you get the obvious reply back.

But these are the words of the resolve of the fragmented banga.

I defeat this man myself.

Defeat this never-win opponent.

That doesn't make Donzoi's ordeal meaningless.

Balabaradbanga thinks so, turning his sword to Bash.

Stubborn and boneless, the man with clever hands but clumsy words and no bluffing, challenged the oak hero.

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Semifinal Bash vs Balabarad Banga

The pieces, they knew Bash's weakness.

Regardless, there is no weakness in the bash if it is meant to be.

Speaking of oaks, they are generally said to be vulnerable to the magic of fire and thunder, but when it comes to the bash of things, it is clear that that is a mistake.

Anyway, I'm taking a ride with that Thundersonian, and I'm knocking this down.

Even if you're vulnerable to fire and thunder magic, it shouldn't be a lot of damage without considerable power.

Before that, magic was forbidden at competitions.

Bash's weakness.

That's gear.

As most of the contestants in this tournament have noticed, the blacksmith who hit Bash's gear is immature.

In other words, if you're aiming for equipment and you're aiming to destroy weapons, you have a winning chance.

Even that is only a fine possibility, like handing over a thin single thread.

But the pieces were convinced they could do it.

Because Bash was being modest.

If the bash moves at all costs, the weapon, or even the armor, will be destroyed and torn apart.

Blacksmith...... I'm not going to scorn Primera.

Not even a fragmented bunga is confident that he can strike a weapon that can withstand the full power of this man.

If a weapon worthy of such an oak could be struck, it would be the warrior Doradobanga, who was also named as a legendary blacksmith, or the famous demon blacksmith Salmon.

Therefore, the bash has to be relieved.

You have to keep your strength down and move your body slowly so you can handle the swelling.

It should be noted, then, that it is only divine business that has buried the namesake participant in one blow.

Everyone would think so, but it's actually a little different.

Bash had to be buried in one blow.

The more you move, the more armor you wear that breaks, so you have to choose a short-term showdown.

Balabaladbanga therefore chooses humiliation.

"Whoa, what's wrong with this!? Balabaladbanga, are you running around!? That brave and courageous man is escaping like no other!?

Surprising voices rise from the live seats, and the venue is wrapped in twists and turns.

I knew what I looked like.

I come to the colloquium of my own free will, and besides, in a place called the semifinals, I run around like a rabbit.

How unusual.

What a coward.

I never thought I'd fall apart myself, run around like this, etc.

I was going to stand up to any opponent, square and square.

But that's no good.

Then you can't win.

I can't protect Donzoi's pride.

"Huh!"

While running around, aim for Bash's joints.

Joints, shoulders, and armpits.

The armor is not shredding out of one iron mass.

There must always be a fastener.

Various parts exist.

Aim there.

Pretend.

"Mmm!"

Then Bash comes in the counter precisely.

A mass of kill passes like a blur to pieces of head.

If you've stepped in another half... and the chill runs through your spine.

Death will be avoided because the strength of the weapon is no big deal.

But if you hit the head, you won't faint.

Either way, that's all the power of the attack.

Every time you step in, there must be a steady load on the ankle fitting.

That will steadily drain around your legs.

If you can slip down the fittings around your feet, then around your shoulders next.

If the fittings around the torso can be destroyed at the end, the armor destruction will be complete.

Take the time, carefully induce an attack, and invite the opponent to self-destruct.

My attacks are only at the end of the day.

Break the armor slowly.

It's a roughly Dwarf-like way of fighting.

This plan goes bankrupt with simple mistakes.

When the attack fails to evade.

Or when Bash enlightens me that I'm not serious about my attacks.

But the pieces were confident that they would be completed to the end.

(Next step, ankle fitting breaks)

Confidence was born out of trust in one's standpoint.

Primera's blacksmith arms and her own strength.

I hung the two on my balance and was sure I could do it to the end.

"Mmm!"

"Come on!"

Galin and his sword blurred his helmet.

Bash's sword is gradually trying to outweigh the evasion of fragmentation.

Naturally. The opponent is a warrior of character.

Additionally, fragmentation doesn't mean you're so good at avoiding the opponent's attacks.

No matter how much safety margin you're going to get, there's no way you can keep running.

(but not next)

But I think the pieces do.

Because now the hardware on the ankle of the bash can't stand the load and it's broken.

I mean, there's no such thing as a step forward.

But still, Bash has to attack.

In this tournament, if we fall into an adhesive state and we can't fight each other anymore, the damage to each other's weapons will determine our victory or defeat.

All parts of the Balabarado Banga armor are still alive and well.

Even though there is only one small piece of hardware on the ankle, the damaged bash is defeated.

While the bash has to be attacked, but the stepping in has to be sweet, Balabarad Banga targets around his shoulders at the counter.

"Mmm!"

"Become!"

By the time I realized it, it was too late.

Bash was stepping deeper than ever.

It's like, yeah, it's like, "Oh? We're going to be able to step a little deeper today," he just said.

An iron mass approached the head of a fragmented bunga at an absurd rate.

Balabaradbanga saw it as if in slow motion.

I realized I couldn't avoid it.

At the very least, I put my strength into my belly, trying to keep only consciousness firm.

I got a blow.

――――

The consciousness of the fragmented banga flew in an instant.

But on the brink of it, he saw.

Bash ankle.

That the hardware that should have broken was alive.

(Primera, you've grown...)

miscalculation of the fragmented banga.

That would mean that the depressed sister had her arms up in this tournament.

(That's something like an oak hero...)

Whatever Carmela says, she didn't change her mind. Balabarado Banga falls to the ground, praising Bash for making her grow so much.

"Winner, bash! Final!"

There was no applause.