Sairin Yuusha no Fukushuu Hanashi

Same face, same hair color, same back length.

Everything is the same as amatsu, except the clothes you wear.

Even so, this young man couldn't help but be different from Amatsu.

Pink black eyes emitting a scare-running sharp light on the long grey hair of the bosom.

The young man, wearing a piercing coat and a sword with one eye, is grinning roughly.

"Brother...!"

Amatsu had a distressed look on her face as she suppressed a section of her amputated arm.

Amatsu controls Michelle with her remaining arm as she tries to rush over.

"... I'm fine. Besides, Michelle's hiding behind me. I... taste bad."

Countless earthly giants (golems), amatsu, who have broken through tons of traps, rated it 'unsavory'.

To its seriousness, Michelle is breathtaking.

From earlier on, Amatsu hadn't taken his eyes off that young man for a moment.

"Dude, that's a boring reaction. The hero's here, isn't he? More excitement."

The young man rattles his trick heel as he wields in his hand the sword that is dripping with amatsu blood.

Michelle and Amatsu seemed upset about not touching themselves.

"Heroes...? I thought there were a few made besides me, but you are."

"Oh, you're right. But I hope you guys don't go along with the loss?"

"Are you different from us?"

"Don't ask the obvious, Guz. You know that with one eye, right? It's not like you guys are fake or you can't - seriously, I'm the complete hero."

Proudly, proudly, a change from earlier on, the youth speaks in an upbeat mood.

That young man, who calls himself a hero, would normally only have been thought to be touching him.

Yes, if it's normal.

- Heroes.

The unusual pressures unleashed by the youth do not allow the words to be laughed at with their noses.

However, Michelle wondered if the calamity was better known as the "Demon King" in one way or another.

"It's not like an individual who dies quickly, an individual who doesn't have intelligence in Locke, or an individual who can't fight properly! I am the second hero, Olga."

Youth - Olga stretched her chest and spoke her own name out loud.

Homunculus has been created in dozens to recreate the "heroic amatsu".

Olga shudders that he is the complete form of it.

"... did you get this far when Lily and the others ordered you to?"

"Orders no? No, no, no. Because you're the evil that threatens us."

"We are evil...?"

"I am a hero who will eventually kill the Demon King and save the world - but the situation is not ready yet. I need a sacrifice for a while now. You guys trying to escape such a sacrifice are evil that holds back the way of a hero."

Naturally? Amazu grips his fist at Olga, who tells him.

It was my first anger, shown by Amazu, who was calm.

"Do you tolerate those who are sacrificing themselves in orphanages?"

"What are you so angry about? Are you an idiot? They're the foundation for saving the world, aren't they? I'm sure you're looking forward to it."

"... ugh."

Well, and Olga slaps his hand.

He rocked his piercing jacket with the magic of releasing it and took a big forward leaning position.

"Don't die if you can't do it. I was told to bring the kid there."

"Huh..."

Try to shelter the retreating Michelle, and the armored amatsu steps forward.

The severed section was blocked and the bleeding had stopped already.

"It's falling back, Michelle."

"Oh, brother..."

Olga wears magic and Amatsu transforms his arms.

"You, I will protect you -!"

The battle between "Hero Amatsu" artifacts (copies) began.

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"Ha ha ha!!"

It was Olga who moved first.

Leaping as he trampled and crushed the ground, he was slashed by the amatsu.

A tall laugh echoes in the woods.

"Ku...!"

Amatsu received a sword waved down with his hardened arm.

Immediately afterwards, the feet of the amatsu, which could not withstand the impact, are shattered and scattered.

Olga kicked the disfigured amatsu with a tall laugh.

"but ha!"

to Amatsu trying to kill momentum by stabbing his arm to the ground,

"It's late, I can't do it!"

As he rotates, Olga slashes him like a bullet.

Immediately after Amatsu stretched his leg and moved his torso sideways, Olga's blow passed directly next to him.

The aftermath alone makes the surrounding trees squirm.

"Ugh..."

The shock waves generated have even reached Michelle, who had fallen back and hidden behind the tree.

To much wind pressure, Michelle can't stand.

"Brother......"

The battle between Amatsu and Olga was intense.

Amatsu's hardened arms attack Olga, who travels at high speeds.

With every blow of the amatsu, the ground sweeps wide.

Again, Amatsu is strong.

But Olga was stronger than that.

Amatsu's attack has not reached Olga.

Even from Michelle's eyes, not knowing the battle, Amatsu's disadvantage was obvious.

"... Ha!!"

How many attacks?

Amato, who attacked Olga, waved his arm toward Olga, who made a gap.

Olga, who swung empty, can't handle it.

"... ugh."

But shortly after, Olga's body jumped up into space.

Slowly avoiding the blow of the horizontal giraffe by Amatsu, Olga distorts his mouth over it.

"Also..."

From earlier on, Olga takes a move that ignores the laws of physics.

Each time, Amazu's attack, which was supposed to be decided, will be emptied.

"- Stupid!"

Kicked in a space of nothing, Olga fell like a bullet.

Ahead, he looks like Amazu, who shook off his arm.

Amatsu trying to dodge it, but Olga was overwhelmingly faster.

"- It's too late!"

Even as Amatsu cured his arm to prevent an attack, he was bounced away by the spectacular power of Olga's slaughter.

Immediately afterwards, the impact runs through the forest to the point of illusion that there was an explosion.

Amatsu danced through the universe, snapping the trees.

"Oh no, brother...!"

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Olga laughed, trying to undo Michelle's scream.

"I feel great! Fight like this and you'll see your strength."

"Ugh..."

"Ah! I knew I was the strongest!!"

"...... ugh!!"

He stayed down and extended his arm to Olga, where Amazu kept laughing.

A penetration of speed that Michelle's eyes can't see - but Olga also dodges in unnatural movements.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Who are you after earlier? This is how we show the gap, so let's hit it right?"

"... wind sorcery"

Ignoring the provocative Olga, Amatsu uttered the answer to that unnatural move.

- Wind attribute magic.

Olga was releasing wind from her body, allowing her to move in disregard of the laws of physics.

"Correct!... so? So when Tane finds out, your poor" transformation "and" hardening "won't capture me?"

"Ko... of!"

Get up, Amazu waves her arms over and over again.

But I couldn't capture Olga at once.

It is played, bounced, and recirculated - it does not pass all attacks of Amazu to Olga.

Olga had such exceptional power, not even to take that Amatsu attack as a thing.

Contrary to the intact Olga, Amazu's body gradually scratched.

For every action of Amatsu, Olga's sword braces.

Each time, blood bled out of the body of the amatsu, which was supposed to be hardening.

"Michelle...!"

Eventually, Amatsu, bleeding from all over her body, shouted to Michelle in the shadow of the tree.

"I'll buy you time! So run -"

"How many seconds are you gonna make?"

"Ka, ha... Huh!"

Before I ran out, Olga's sword was stung in Amatsu's abdomen.

Exhales and the amatsu falls to the ground.

"Brother!?"

"Oh, that's awesome, fake. How dare you fight me and buy me a second? You can be proud?"

"Michelle...... don't come!"

With a groan, Amatsu controls Michelle, who tried to rush over.

"Bye, fake. I'll leave it to the heroes to sleep!"

"... ugh!"

A blade wrapped in magic would even be able to cut hardened amateurs.

Olga's arm is swung down.

- That, just before.

"What...?"

From Olga's feet, something long protruded.

It instantly binds Olga's leg and seals its movement.

"What is this..."

Immediately after saying so, Olga turns her gaze around haha.

At some point. Amatsu's slashed arm was disappearing from the ground.

"... yes. Arms."

Amatsu, lying down, grinned in pain.

Earlier amputated left arm.

In the battle, Amazu manipulated it and kept it hidden in the ground.

"Chi..."

Olga scratches the algae to remove her arm, but the hardened arm doesn't come off.

I was fixing Olga's body to the ground with gutter.

"Hit it right, I guess. Let me sweeten your words."

"You...!"

- I'm sorry.

Amatsu's arm transforms and becomes a giant sword.

An arm hardened by his own magic ran from Olga's shoulder to his flank.

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――――

And it was the two of us who came to amazement.

Amatsu and Michelle open their eyes.

"Fool."

There was one person with a grin.

Olga was laughing furiously.

"Did you think I couldn't use magic that you could use?"

Amatsu's blow hasn't scratched Olga's skin a millimeter.

Hardening - was completely prevented by the sorcery used by Olga.

"Well..."

"What are you surprised about? Naturally. By the way, did you think I could beat an impossible fake like you? It's for me."

"I..."

There was a sound of iron crushing.

The sound of Amatsu's arm, which was holding Olga in captivity, shattering and scattering.

"My brother."

"There's more to it than that, Cass."

Olga's blow slashed and tore the amatsu apart.

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- I wanted to help.

Amatsu/homunculus is a homunculus made to mimic "heroic amatsu".

the hero's hair, nails, body fluids, magic, and combat data.

Using all the samples, George and Lily created a fake with the Lost Magic.

"Done!"

"Finally, I can reproduce" Hero Amato "!"

The first thing I heard was George and Lily's voice shaking with joy.

The two have produced many homunculus until then, but none of them took shape properly.

That was the first time I kept my shape.

When I heard about my original "hero Amatsu," Amatsu/Homuncurus thought.

He wants to try to be like that, too.

I can save people, be such a hero.

It wasn't long before I found out it wouldn't come true.

There were only two types of magic available for Amatsu/Homunculus.

The mighty magic exercised by the "hero Amatsu" as one.

"You can't..."

"Let me rejoice. No, it's a failure."

Fake.

Failure.

I can't do it.

After being so cursed, Amatsu/Homunculus was put in the laboratory incubator again.

It was a failure, but it was supposed to be saved as a sample that preserved the flesh.

Then, the laboratory incubator became the world of amatsu/homunculus.

Usually I only look at them when they are put to sleep and data is collected.

I lived that life for years.

Very briefly, while I was awake.

- Help me.

I heard voices.

The voice of a child asking for help.

A voice shouting the names of parents who have broken up and left.

- Help me.

I heard voices.

Many times.

Again, again, again, again.

――――

How many times have I heard your voice?

In his days, Amatsu/Homunculus noticed.

――――

that I have myself screaming something in my chest.

Seeing a child asking for help and wanting to do something about himself.

- Help me.

The cry grew louder.

The heart-burning urge spread within.

"... I am"

But the cry is not my thing.

That must be the thought of the man (Amatsu) who founded his existence.

So the desire is not your own. It's a fake,

I was even driven by such disgust.

- Help me.

Although.

Still, I...

"- Me!"

Remaining impulsive, Amatsu/Homunculus crushed the incubator.

Stepping out into the outside world, Amatsu/Homunculus finally found out.

to the fact that I was in tears.

And there's nothing I can do about this thought, it's irreplaceable.

All this time, I've been trying to poke and move my body.

As such,

"Help..."

I heard Michelle scream.

"- Oh."

It was then that Amatsu/Homunculus finally realized.

- I wanted to help.

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"Ah -"

Amatsu falls to the ground as she ejects blood.

The wound is deep and cannot sustain life unless it is healed quickly.

Using "Transformation" can block some wounds, but the Olga in front of you can't possibly make me do that either.

- At least, even just Michelle.

Stop the consciousness that is going to interrupt, and open your eyes immediately.

Amatsu despaired.

"Brother...!"

Right in front of me, there was Michelle.

He screams himself, desperately suppressing his wound without even hating to get dirty with blood.

"Why..."

"That's a masterpiece, dude. So all your hard work was wasted."

Olga looks down at Amatsu and Michelle and laughs fun-filled.

No. From this distance, Michelle can't escape Olga.

Recognizing that, Amatsu despaired.

I said I couldn't save anything.

"Well, he's the one who deserves it, isn't he? Evil loses, justice wins. Fake loses, real wins. Cunts like you deserve to lose."

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"Don't be depressed. It's only natural for a cunt to get a cunt result, right?"

- That's right.

Amatsu realized that she had herself to admit Olga's words.

Can't do it, fake.

There was no way I could beat the finished shape.

"... sorry, Michelle"

"Brother, …"

"I'm not a fake... I couldn't"

- I couldn't help you.

I can't defeat Olga myself.

Michelle can't help.

I can't even save the children in the orphanage.

To give up, Amatsu was crushed...

"-No...!"

- Cancel it, there was a voice.

"Your brother is not a fake...!"

――――

"Because you helped me because I'm your brother!"

Shortly afterwards, there was a grossly dull sound.

Michelle's body floats and rolls to the ground.

"Huh..."

"Shut up, kid"

Olga's foot steps on Michelle's back.

"This guy is a fake. I can't help it. The real thing is about me."

"... we, uhh"

".................. ah?"

Michelle raised her face as Olga stepped on her back.

I say it as I resist, looking Amazu in the eye.

"Your brother is not like you...!"

"............... oh, kill"

Olga put up a sword.

"They told me to keep them alive and go back... it's not what I found out. You are evil. I insulted my hero, you lousy whore. Oh, I have to kill him here."

Olga wields her sword.

In a few seconds, Michelle will be killed in vain.

Just before the sword was waved down.

Amatsu did ask.

- Help me, Michelle's voice.

――――

I can't take him down.

I can't beat Olga.

I don't...

I have no power.

But there are ideals.

I really want to help Michelle.

- So.

"... ah? What, you?"

Scream.

The words that burned in my heart.

I really want to accomplish that mindset.

- Mind Magic [False Honest Roar (Indelible Lore)] -

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

It's not fake - a definite cry pierced Olga.