Shikkaku Mon no Saikyou Kenja~ Sekai Saikyou no Kenja ga Sarani Tsuyoku Naru Tameni Tenseishimashita~

Shortly before my father Castle took my sword, I concentrated my physical strengthening on my legs and stepped obliquely forward as I dropped my posture.

The sword Castle shook passed over my head.

My strength now is the low height of a six-year-old. Being in a position too low is surprisingly difficult to target.

And keep the momentum up, stick your sword into your lap.

Spikes are harder to take than slaughter, and harder to be brought into a power battle. All the more so if the opponent is cautious.

But...

"Huh!"

My father, Castle, took my spike.

I thought this might make a decision, but apparently my father, Castle, didn't alarm me that far either.

But that's also within our assumptions.

I don't kill momentum all over my body, activate [shrinkage]. Turn around behind my father Castle.

"Hmmm... gone!?

My father Castle lost sight of me.

[Shrinkage] is nothing like magic that takes the other person's back in an instant.

Magic to create a blind spot in the other person's consciousness and dive into it, only for a moment, to tease the other person's perception. That's [shrinkage].

Ten times as much magic as it is now if it is the first tattoo, but the boulder is the fourth. The magic activated perfectly.

The proximity type crest does not appear to be Dade.

Although I knew it as knowledge, I actually know its strength when I use it.

Wouldn't it be surpassed in less than a hundred years, such as me in my previous life? This alone can convince me that I was right to be reincarnated.

But I don't have time to be flirting with emotions. [Shrinkage] The time you can earn is an instant.

I made another spike to get my sword delivered as soon as possible.

The perfect timing. And due to the structure of the human body, an orbit that is difficult to accept.

Those who could defend this attack without magic from losing sight of their opponents perfectly would have been quite limited in previous lives.

But my father Castle took it.

Would you say that the bareback I was doing before I got here was about warming up?

Even with such a father, Castle, he still had to take the current attack in an impossible position.

I can convey to the sword all the weight and strength that I have created.

With all this difference, the forces of both sides finally antagonized.

Swords on both sides stop moving. It doesn't move forward, back, or tingly.

The time since that happened is probably, like, 0.2 seconds. But I felt it for a very long time. It would be the same for my father Castle.

Afterwards, my father Castle shows his movements. By twisting your body, you seem to be trying to increase the power you can convey to your sword.

If we keep this up, my sword will be pushed out in about half a second, and I will be defeated as it is.

If you get back in shape because of your health difference, you have no winning chance, and even then you can say you'd rather fight well.

But I just didn't want to accept that this fight would end like that.

Even if it's a mock fight, I'm the one who wants to win with all my might. If you're enough to shut up and lose, I'll put you on a bet.

With less time left, I'll build my next magic.

[Magic Strike]. By putting magic on your sword, it's a magic that increases your power.

Magic far more powerful than physical strengthening, but naturally, difficulty also jumps.

I used [shrinkage] with absolute intent to succeed, but there are limits to the fourth print as well. You are lucky to be successful when you get here.

And I won the bet.

Activated [Magic Strike] powers the sword and pushes through the sword of my father Castle.

And shortly after my sword touched my father Castle, the effect of [Magic Strike] ended, and I fell out of balance.

My brother Lake and my father Castle snapped.

"To Father, I won...?

"I thought you might have sword talent, but are you a monster...?

Something's surprised me.

As far as Father Castle is concerned, I feel it is pulling lightly.

From before I even trained yet, I probably didn't think I'd suddenly lose a mock fight.

It's just that this battle is a big problem with the rules.

"It was just a surprise, and now the attack, it really just hit you, didn't it?

The rule of mock warfare now is "win if you hit it". That's why I was formally victorious.

But if that was in action now, my offense would be to the extent that it caused minor wounds to my father Castle. If I had worn armor, that might not have even been possible.

In his first blow, which further greatly shaped the outcome of the battle, his father, Castle, was on the mend. I just poked there.

In that sense, I pointed it out.

"No. That's right, but what's the offense now? You made me disappear, and there was obviously an unlikely speed and power, right?

"Yeah? I just normally used physical strengthening and [shrinkage] and [magic blow]..."

"" That's not normal (it is)!

For some reason, they put a scratch in it. Sounds like a tremendous breath.

Oh. Sure, [Magic Strike] might have been too much.

"Sorry. It wasn't normal. [Magic Strike] just happens to be a success"

"That's not the problem..."

Now they're looking at me. What the hell did I do?

"First of all, is that physical strengthening, [shrinkage] or [magic strike], magic?

"Yeah."

"Why can Matty use that?

"... because you practiced?

"No, that reasoning is strange"

Why!?

How do you use magic without practicing?

What if in this world, you need permission to use magic?

"Practice and no one will ever..."

"Okay! I know exactly what's wrong with you!

"What the hell was my nine years of training..."

He tried to argue with me, and my father Castle gave it back to me with his face.

Brother Lake is bluffing somewhat with his head on, but he couldn't hear what was going on.

"I'll teach you something called common sense."

"Common sense?"

Is it common sense about magic regulations in this country?

Speaking of which, it's a physical enhancement used all over there in my previous life, but I don't remember ever seeing it since I was reborn.

"Oh. Common sense about swordsmanship. I'm not the one who teaches."

"Yeah?"

Saying so, my father, Castle, glanced at the front door of the house.

Looks like Bifgel came out of the house.

"Hey Bifgel! It's too late!"

"I'm a little late, that's all right! I'm on my own!

Yeah. You're as bad as ever.

I don't think there's anything to be taught from this guy.

"Shut up! If this is the army, it's the place to be punished. It's supposed to be a tough workout today... but you're lucky today."

That's what my father, Castle, said to me.

It's a face that's up to something bad.

"Arm up two thousand times or a mock fight with Matty. Let me give you a choice."

"It's a mock fight with Matthias!

In reply to his father Castle's question, Bifgel answered with a full grin.

Apparently, he's so happy to have a mock fight with me.