Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- The legend of the fighting god Kurgan is widely passed down to the Vorachian Empire.

In the Vorachian empire of meritocracy, the origin is not questioned as long as it is capable.

Compared to the Kingdom of Lugnica, where there remains a sense of discrimination against subpeople, or the Holy King of Gusteco, which excludes outgoing humans, Vorachia has a policy of proximity to the Carraraggi metropolitan state, which does not take into account blood and appearance.

For this reason, among the four powers, Vorachia is a livable nation for non-pureblooded human species.

On the other hand, however, that harsh meritocracy means harsh repression and wind against what is neither wise nor powerful. Naturally, ratings for individuals differ from those for race.

The multi-armed, in particular, are the species that have wandered all over the world over the years as vagrant species that do not remain on a certain land. The multi-armed tribe has been considered inferior on a pedigree-by-species basis because of its stated appearance and its remarkably low adequacy in dealing with magic for subraces.

Even though the number of mothers of the race is not high, if in dispute, they choose to migrate rather than fight to protect the land.

It was such a race, but it was therefore imperative that they, neglected everywhere, went to the Vorachian Empire, where they were about to crumble swallowed by the imperialism of iron blood.

- In that meritocratic world, it was the Kurgan who raised his voice 'No'.

Unlike the human species, the multi-armed tribe is characterized by two or more arms, but there are individual differences in their number of arms. In many cases, among the multi-armed clans that remained from four to five, the kurgans that produced as many as eight arms were of different colors.

Kurgan, who was still young, shook his own eight arms back at the messenger, thrusting the opinion of his lord demanding exit from his migrated lands. And he persuaded his trembling compatriots to destroy every private soldier of his lord who tried to forcefully exclude him, and he even attacked the lord's hall.

The lord cooled his liver to the barbarian raid, but Kurgan did not try to do anything short of temper.

He lied to himself and to let him prove the power of the clan, and as it were, he fell into the throne of the new private soldiers of the lord. He then fought martial arts in numerous battles, and the name of "Kurgan of the Eight Arms" is long passed down as a legend of the Vorachian Empire.

――――

Taste the sensation of cold water all over your body and look up at the moon on the other side of the water swinging overhead.

The bone supporting the right eye is crushed and the eyeball is going to fall from beyond the closed eyelid. The healing magic is activated by the left hand that hits it, and minimal repair is applied.

The remaining left eye looked at the redness riding the stream of water, hitting his back against the bottom of the waterway and circling his body.

――――

I'm in the water, but I don't feel the water that's supposed to be cold.

Release yourself from the weight of gravity and slowly invest in your hands and feet in a world of lost load.

I wish the neck tree on the heart would come off as easily as the neck tree on the body - the heart is still in the dark.

Or if it sinks as it is, it doesn't mean you don't have the heart to think so. But your breath will eventually get hard and you won't be able to stay in the darkness behind your eyelids without seeing anything.

A peach-haired girl, an orange hairy cat and daughter, a brunette boy comes to mind and lights a fever on her supposed damp heart.

It's a fire that could go out again soon. That is evidenced by the fact that earlier, less than even airy courage was crushed. I'm here, but what's wrong?

- That doesn't make me, like, a reason to stay sinking.

"Puha!

Stretch out your rounded body, kick the bottom of the water and float all at once. Faced out of the water, Garfield shook his head.

The vision of the right eye remains blocked, and the unbroken head of the beaten damage squeaks. Nausea like blood reflux remains throughout the body and the discomfort of the missing teeth affects the meshing.

"Fuck you...... duh"

I put my hand on the edge of the waterway and pulled my body up. Shake your wet body like a beast and fly the water, Garfiel sees.

Earlier, the position where Garfield was knocked off to the waterway.

It doesn't change there, the fighting god is standing there.

With the loose ghost knife intact, the shards without loosening their fighting temper, and a bare gesture without suspicion of fine dust, such as Garfiel not crawling up, there.

――――

With the silent god of struggle in his eyes, Garfield thinks.

In the first place, the inevitability of Garfiel bumping into each other with Kurgan here is weak. The role Garfiel is expected to play is to stop the 'lust of colour' that could have struck the city hall by surprise. Fighting Kurgan here will not save a city government building where all the non-combatants remain.

Looking at the overall situation, Garfield's fight against Kurgan here is a bad idea in every sense.

"Knock it off... let it go, don't give it to me"

Huge enough drive to look up, overwhelming muscle mass. Though he never seems to be handsome, even though he thoroughly escapes, there is no picture floating around that can escape the range of the fighting god's blade.

Garfiel cannot escape at a time before the god of struggle.

There are two choices that Garfield is allowed to make now.

- Do you die standing up to me? Die without protesting, or just.

"Idiot... think about it!

Driving away the ominous thoughts past his head, Garfiel bites his fangs off. The missing sharp fangs hurt, but the pain sharply carved backward thoughts.

A feeling of losing, a sign of defeat, etc.

You don't have to write to lose.

- Win, win, win, win, win!

Win and prove yourself worthy!!

"Oh, whoa!

Barking furiously, twisting cowardice, Garfiel penetrates again. The previous attack prevented a blow to the body.

But if it's not heavy enough, I can twist it down at speed.

With nails, with fangs, choosing, tearing, biting, snatching.

――――

A silent fighting god intercepts Garfiel as he steps in.

A blow from a ghost knife released from his shoulder.

Slaughter is low penetration and is only sharp when it comes to blowing. It is a mortar that defeats enemies mixed with sword strikes and blows, which can only be produced by Kurgan.

A fiercely approaching ghost knife's full body plunders the back of a bending garfiel's head. A nod was scraped by the aftermath, and the thought of incandescent Garfield's brain rushed through.

In response to the blow, Garfield should have gone into evasive action with enough room. The speed is different between a small, small self and a giant drive that manipulates long objects, albeit with multiple arms.

There was a respite for avoiding a big swing and paying tribute to the flying nostrils. There it is, it should be.

"-Good."

Yet Garfiel, deeply in his nostalgia, is forcefully defied on the spot. Momentum that could blow his jaw off his chest launched Kurgan's armpit.

This is unexpected too - no, the body is not balanced.

Born into a multi-armed clan, Kurgan flesh forms the perfect growth, optimal flesh to wave its eight arms.

The marvelous combat techniques of the flesh are fundamentally different from those of the human species that manipulate Garfield's known limbs.

If you release a blow, your body opens up, and common sense that creates gaps doesn't make sense.

If you prevent one arm, common sense that you get blind spots by turning to the prevented side doesn't work either.

Seven arms that can do the same must be prevented even by blocking one arm that is definitely lethal.

If you can't do that, there's no other way to die.

"Uhhhh!!

In front of the warring Garfiel, the arm of the fighting god shook the world.

The roaring ghost knife continued to be rammed from all sides without measuring this one's flesh.

He takes the blow with his shield, flexes and sends the blow, flies the blow, scatters the shock, takes the blow around and dodges it, offsets the blow with a full blow, avoids lethal injuries while the blow is smashed in the shoulder, forces the blow away with his bestialized arm, and is hit directly and rolls unnecessarily over the cobblestone.

"Aguuuuuuuuu"

- Eight hands.

Garfield's spiritual defense now has only managed to overcome the integration for Kurgan.

All those deadly attacks pushed him like a storm, and Kurgan just shook his eight arms one at a time.

If the fighting god cares about it, Garfiel is shattered by the pursuit. There is still breath in Garfiel, who spits blood and rolls, because the fighting god who stands up has no intention of pursuing him.

――――

The fighting god is in the same position, with the same eyes, looking down at the gasping loser as he was looking at Garfield up from the waterway.

The rebellion of being licked, etc., does not spring up.

It's a previous issue that stands in that dimension.

We are not even close to the relative power of being warriors at that end, hitting each other with equal skill.

Fighting god, the name of "Kurgan of the Eight Arms" is alive and well.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh"

You can't win. You can't win.

A legend to die for, a man who became a hero, a fighting god.

A man who changed his race and destiny in one of his own, though scorned as inferior by race in the Vorachian Empire of Strength.

Garfiel admires the legend, he's just a blue genius.

"Phew... Phew... Phew"

Yet why does the body stand up?

My heart breaks so much, and my body rises.

"Ha... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The beating heart beats badly now.

Garfiel steps to the ground thoughtfully in the annoyance of being drummed in her ear. The cobblestone on the back of the shoe cracks and the crack stretches straight down to the foot of the kurgan.

Relative between silent kurgans and blood-coated garfiels.

Once again, the fluttering Garfiel stepped on the cobblestone with force solely on the toe. Immediately after, Kurgan moves.

No, it was moved.

――――

It conveys the back of Garfiel's shoes, and "The Protection of the Earth Spirit" exerts its power. The force reached beneath Kurgan's feet from the crack that created, launching the ground supporting the giant.

Even if you had a floating giant drive, a body specialized in nasty combat, you can't go against the laws of physics.

Without the support of your lower body, let go of the powerful blow.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

This moment is the right place.

Targeting a kurgan that went up into the universe, Garfiel's arms jumped.

Partially bestialized, the tiger's body hair and muscle-wrapped arms strike down the kurgan. A servant fighting god is also in the air and can't kill a blowing force in a position that can't secure his posture.

The trident sounds, and every ghost knife received is played a kurgan.

Intercept it, Garfield's kick. For the first time, a gap in defense is stitched and the tip of the nail chooses through the thick abs.

Praised by a fighting god who breaks into Kuno letters, Garfield leaves it to momentum one after another to continue to strike the blow in.

A blow enters the chest, thigh, knee, abs.

A Kurgan struck by a shock can't even turn his multiarmed arm into a defense, and remains dressed like a hail.

"Gotcha!!

Garfiel shouts out to the certainty that made the victory current.

A shaken beast claw cleaves Kurgan's chest, and more black blood stains Garfiel's body with spots.

Lick the blood back and Garfiel still chases it.

In an attempt to be hunted down, one of them and his gaze ran to the iron skin of the kurgan - shortly afterwards, his whole body hair turned upside down.

――――

The eyes of the fighting god, who sees Garfiel continuing his onslaught, changed nothing from his initial state and remained unshakeable.

"-"

And at the same time, Garfield guesses.

Too late, a sign of a fighting god counterattack.

The unleashed two-wielded ghost knife snapped both of Garfiel's arms in a shock over the shield and slammed them to the ground.

"Ka"

Bitterness, it doesn't even go up properly.

Vision instantly loses sight of heaven and earth, and the kind of impact that limbs have blown from the ground up dominates Garfiel.

That's all I know about what happened.

In unstoppable air, Kurgan fired a harsh blow in a way that only utilized his upper body.

The method is simple and clear.

He grabbed the ghost knife's body with two arms, increasing the load on the power to swing it down, and boosting the power dramatically.

- I mean, the Decopin principle.

Made a hook with two arms, the mortar turned into a deadly blow.

Let it float in the universe and take away its attacking power. Such methods of warfare, etc. were just annulled when they were used to seeing them.

"Ooh!

The back of a giant drive tramples the garfiel with the thread of the counterattack crushed from directly above.

Eating the stomping as it had fallen momentum, Garfiel let his whole body snap and was ejected from the cobblestone.

Activate healing magic just by following your survival instincts, dominated by pain and loss.

The upper arms, elbows, shoulders and three crushed bones are bordered to repair the twisted built-in. The ribs, lumbar bones, and left thigh are also twisted and not caught up with rapid recovery.

The gate heats and activates magic ready to use mana.

It draws the power of the earth from its entire body rolled onto the ground and taps it from one end into the treatment, restoration and recovery of the body.

seconds, dozens of seconds, or minutes.

Cutting the ability to feel the flow of time, Garfiel rushed to repair his flesh.

Then he regains the function of barely moving, exhales clogged blood in the back of his throat, and wakes up his body.

――――

The fighting god was quietly watching the bloody Garfiel.

Seeing that, the back of Garfiel's lid gets hot. My back teeth trembled as I lay my face down at the stirring fierceness.

"Oh, my God."

From earlier on, Kurgan's posture has been consistent.

Intercepting the challenging Garfiel doesn't even put on a todome chase without a bare gesture to set it up himself.

Three times, compassionate garfiel.

The sense of defeat and humiliation raging around in his chest shattered his pride and admiration as a warrior.

You have to win, that's what I think.

As much as I think so, I also think it's better to be killed if you're forced to expose yourself to the unusual so many times.

The fighting god Kurgan, the hero of Vorachia.

If he was the one who saw the pinnacle of every warrior, he couldn't possibly understand Garfiel's annoyance.

"Together......"

Should I beg you to kill me?

Can I honestly admit defeat, complain that the difference in power is historical, and hope you let me die as a warrior?

Take off your shield, spread your arms, with a strange face.

If I hope so, will it come true?

If life is to be scattered by the blow of a fighting god, or perhaps that is the final period to be proud of as a warrior.

"Here..."

If it was over, it would be easier.

"If it's over, it'll be easier."

Reattach the shield, close your arms, and peel off your fangs.

Remaining in the shape of an araguy, Garfiel looks to the front.

"Out of my head, it won't go away."

I was told one day to fight without thinking.

If you're stronger, leave the extra thought behind and leave it to your instincts.

- Really, isn't it?

"My voice doesn't disappear..."

The beat is loud.

Bones all over his body squeeze, touching him, making an ibility noise.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

The extra noise, it's all, everything, out of the way.

- Your voice will be deaf.

"I can hear you... all the time, I can't hear you..."

Whether you don't have to think about it or nothing.

In Garfield's ear, or part of his eardrum that isn't, he keeps picking up his voice.

Someone's voice, a close voice, a voice I'm used to hearing, a voice that makes my chest hot, a voice that clogs my throat, a voice that makes me proud, a voice that can't contain my anger.

Various voices don't let go of Garfiel.

Even if I leave it to my instincts to fight, I can't pull the pushing waves this way and Garfiel can't be alone.

If the more I think about it, the weaker I am now.

Unlike when I was alone in The Sanctuary, being unreliable, I met a lot of things and saw a lot of things.

If people say that while there is more to hold, it is weaker to be so, will people become weaker the more they live?

"... That's why, yeah"

Embrace your indelible voice, swallow your sense of defeat, and embrace your thirst for victory, with admiration and envy.

- Garfield challenges the fighting god.

"- Kuha."

――――

The color of Garfield's eyes changes.

Kurgan, who saw it, moved quietly.

Of the four ghost knives, two fit into the sheath again.

But that doesn't mean that Kurgan has reduced his will to fight. The power to focus on the two ghost knives increases, and the structure of the fighting god changes to support it.

A fighting god who stood up and waited, facing Garfield in a slightly forward position, with his right foot in front of him.

Combat, attitude to do it.

- It's proof that Kurgan recognized Garfield as his enemy.

"I mean, until just now, literally, I was treating you like a kid." Gwang birds are not suitable for raising children. "

――――

Silently, Garfiel stepped into that fighting god.

A ghost knife responds to a harsh stomp.

Twisted down the sense of despair as the wall loomed from the front, the illusion that the fear showed, Garfiel dived through the gap.

First missed sighting in the first integration.

The reason is Kurgan's exasperation and the illusion caused by Garfiel's very heart, more frightened of heroes than necessary.

"Oh, wow!

A fist poking up wears a Kurgan torso.

The blunt sound of steel hitting the meat, but it wasn't the torso it was aimed at, it was one of the arms plugged in between.

"Shit, come on!

Garfiel barks as he gets his fist in his hand.

Sucking up the force from the back of his shoe, it passed to the fist in Kurgan's palm, and the twisting momentum exploded the force of blow.

Kurgan's fingers twisted, turning around and dodging a fist hammer that was slammed down suddenly. Summer salt to keep the momentum on the fighting god's hips, feet on his chest and run up his body, jumping his jaw.

Kurgan turns upside down and at the same time a ghost knife is struck by a horizontal giraffe.

Read through orbit by wind and atmospheric screams, mortared by shields on both arms.

A roar sounds and Garfiel's body blows up loud.

"Rurrrrrrrrrr."

Stick your limbs into the cobblestone and brake forcefully your body to be splashed. In front of his face raised, the pursuit of the fighting god pierces him.

Kurgan, who hasn't struck a chase before, crushes Garfiel's body.

The judgment is for a moment, the behavior is for a moment, and the result is right after.

――――

Lift your arms pierced into the cobblestone and slap them across the ground in front of you. Kurgan, who was poking at me, smashes that wall from his shoulder, and a ghost knife is poked in.

Severe sound.

Garfiel, who took a direct hit, pushes back. A piercing heel chooses the ground to stomp, and a broken fang blows up.

But...

"Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah!!

Spike of a ghost knife, the tip of which is taken by the teeth.

The canine teeth break and a large amount of blood conveys the ghost knife's fullness, but Garfiel does not hesitate.

――――

Neck muscle strength and jaw force explode and Kurgan's body sways.

Another arm grabs the pattern of the anti-bite ghost knife and tries to pull it through all at once, but not the pierced fangs.

On the contrary, it increases the power of the fangs that devour. Garfiel's upper body was swelling up and semi-veterinarization had begun.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

The beastification of the head significantly diminishes the ability to think.

Literally, it was included many times that it was a sword of all blades that would be let down into beast-like reason.

But at this moment, Garfield chose it.

The power of the abominable half was what I needed now.

Can you still beat your roots against God of Struggle, who exerts his power to the fullest, because of his own origins as a multi-armed people?

Tiger, tiger, tiger, at this moment, help me -!

――――

When the eyes of the Golden Tiger are opened, the ghost knife smashes and scatters.

The entire body cracked, and the giant, whose collapse propagated to the pattern, eliminated the place of power, swayed greatly.

- Real, good opportunity.

"but aah!!

A swinging beast's proud arm punches Kurgan in the head. A further claw blow targets the shock-wielding giant.

The slaughter of the nail and the blow of the beast arm went in at the same time, and Kurgan splattered his blood and lowered it greatly.

――――

Pursuit, struck down by a fist intercepting its nostrils.

An elbow is slammed into the face of the Great Tiger and his jaw is jumped up from directly under him shortly after his nose has fallen.

His knees fall, he stomps with his body about to collapse on the spot, his fists firing straight cross his brass arm, and each other's faces are bounced.

Blood scatters. My vision diminishes.

My head has lost sight of heaven and earth, and my flesh has left everything behind.

Do you mind? Everything that matters is stuck in my heart.

Don't think about it, something that won't go away if you say so, will poke and move your worn out body with this bloody paint.

A ghost knife is wielded.

Of the two bottles left, the other one that hasn't been destroyed.

The judgment is for a moment, the behavior is for a moment, and the result is always right after.

"but wo...... ugh"

Slip the blade with the torso over the shield and take it with your abs.

After scattering the shock, it should be noted that there was a power in the blow that seemed to amputate the flesh for each thick abs.

But when it comes to wire, one step is not enough to break between the hairs of the body and the giant drive of the swollen tiger.

Under Kurgan's feet, Garfiel's steps are crushed. The blessing of "The Protection of the Earth Spirit" called it in.

"Oh, wow, wow!

Stick a blade in your abs and assemble it into the body of the fighting god.

Kurgan lowers to fight with his strength, but Garfiel doesn't miss it.

A mouth with a missing fang, not once a destroyed arm, an instinct ready to lose reason, grabs a kurgan and winds up.

――――

Grabbing the unstoppable giant drive, Garfiel throws the kurgan behind his back - down the waterway.

At the moment of being dropped, Kurgan's arm grabbed this collar and rolled it straight into the water.

A fierce water noise rises and the two bodies fall into the waterway.

The two giant drives ride the stream of water together, dyeing the waterway red with bloodshed.

――――

Even in the water, the two shadow attacks that beat each other don't stop.

Ignoring the water resistance, Garfiel and Kurgan continue to beat each other in the poor vision of being underwater in the dark.

My guts twist on my giant fist bone, groaning in severe pain and oxygen squeezing out of my lungs. Pain brings stronger pain, pain brings stronger suffering, continuation of underwater combat.

In it, Garfield understands his own disadvantage.

For some reason, the fighting god in front of me doesn't look like he's breathing. The corpse man is back, I feel that fact.

The lack of oxygen creates precipitation in action and a slow stagnation strikes Garfield's movement.

The stream gradually gained momentum, slanting, falling waterfalls, both bodies falling over and over again.

In that repetition, the movement finally stops.

Consciousness is distracted and the fighting spirit at your fingertips is lost as it is.

"-"

One breath, not enough.

That's the right cause of defeat, and Garfiel's consciousness vanishes. And the wins and losses...

――――

In the water with poor sound transmission, a heavy sound sounded.

The distant consciousness returns, Garfiel sees in the dark, cloudy water.

A ghost knife scrapes the walls of the waterway, scrapes the bottom, and the blow of the fighting god creates a fatal wound on the path of the water flow.

No time to ask what, no oxygen.

The resounding trident noise influences the flow of water, and at last the sound and impact of the steel crushing overlap.

In the next moment, what happens is a new and awesome flow.

Unlike the correct flow of the waterway, another flow - Garfiel's body also rides that flow and is thrown out of the waterway so that it is sucked out.

"- Bu, bu, bu, bu"

Losing the feeling of being wrapped in water, Garfiel exhales the massive amount of water he was swallowing.

Garfiel shook his head, flushing water from his eyes, from his nose and from his ears, roughly from all the holes in his face.

What happened, and I overheard.

"- Gorgeous Tiger?

Distorted by the pouring sound of the water, he was called by a weak voice.