Soul Eater of the Rebellion

In the city of Ishka, the duel method is not so rare.

Rough adventurers want to end each other with swords and fists. That is common.

However, it is not left unchecked.

What a duel needs to have formal effect is a witness.

Choose a location for the duel, get ready, and guarantee results.

Disputing the outcome of a duel is synonymous with insulting the witness.

By their very nature, witnesses are required to have a reasonable status and responsibility. Conversely, if you don't find enough witnesses, the duel will be just a private fight and will be punished under the security laws of the city.

As expected, the witness of the duel between me and Lars was the guildmaster Elgart.

The place is a guild training ground. There were no spectators or spectators, and in the spacious space, except for me, Lars and Elgart, there was only a receptionist named Falcon's Sword, a seal, and that braid Liddell.

For me, assuming that adventurers and staff flourish wildly, honestly, it is unexpected.

Well, it's a duel between those who originally had a connection. Perhaps it's a strange thing in the middle of a duel, and it wouldn't be good to hear it from other adventurers.

However, this could crush the results if Lars loses. It is no wonder that the guildmaster who has crushed Miroslav's crimes has now crushed Lars' defeat.

With that in mind, the door of the training ground opened and a middle-aged man ran out of breath.

"... huh, huh ... no, I'm sorry to be late! I had a problem going out and was taking time there."

The good appearance of the silk clothing is very reminiscent of a merchant merchant.

The person-a slave trader sent by the Union, glanced at his eyes like a thread and saw the people gathered here.

"I thought it was rare to hear from Lord Elgart, but it seems to be quite amusing."

"I told you the details in writing. The time is coming. If I like Fyodor, I'd like to start right away.

"Yes, yes, yes.

Fyodor's easy-going behavior is noticeable somewhere, but as long as he is dispatched from the union, he is neither incompetent nor irresponsible. It will be enough as a witness.

Or rather, if I didn't recognize Fyodor as a witness here, I would sell a quarrel to the Union.

It was a terrible story.

"Union" is a slave union.

Like an adventurer's guild or a temple of the god of law, it is a huge organization that crosses borders. Information on slave trafficking is collected in "unions" without receiving much information.

The power of a union, which sometimes buys and sells over thousands of slaves, has reached the small nations and the territory of nowhere, and unless it is a suicidal desire, no one will turn the union into an enemy.

And, well, they are people who aren't very involved if they're alive-not just unlucky people like seals, and I'll take care of something that's hard to say I don't know.

Well, ahead is ahead. Now focus on your opponent.

Lars wears a one-handed sword with a round shield and a steel armor, and probably all have magic. This is the strength of those who have a firm behind them. In short, it was fully armed.

On the other hand, except for the black sword at the waist, I'm just a leather armor that I always wear. Partial armor that only protects the chest. Defense is known.

Just looking at the equipment is my complete defeat. Rather, it is a level that makes Lars laugh when he is not mature.

Of course, no one laughs here. A duel that sometimes even kills lives. It is natural to give everything you can have.

Lars himself stared at me with a serious look.

"Then ... both are ready!"

Lars raises his shield and sword in response to Elgart's voice.

Kei I held the sword in the middle. In this duel, we don't use any guise.

In addition to trying out my natural strength, it was also a defensive measure to keep the guilds and unions out of my power.

The problem was whether Lars would allow it-

"Hah!"

A stroke of escapade from a sharp step.

If he had been standing silently, he would have severely broken his left shoulder.

Sky Of course, this is not as sweet as it can be for the first shot. He flew lightly backwards, killed him, and tried to hit the counter at the point where his position was lost.

However, as expected, the sixth-level adventurers are not so sweet, and Lars moves the shield with plenty to minimize any gaps that occur after the attack.

Do you want to attack next?-The next moment I thought, Lars' second shot flew.

Even faster than the first step.

It was a movement that I could not imagine wearing heavy metal armor.

Mine When I realized I couldn't do it, I used a sword to parry Lars.

Numb pressure is transmitted through the sword. Heavy slash. He can put the power of his legs and legs on the sword.

Naturally, he was a completely different person from Lars five years ago.

"What's wrong, Sora! I just won't win me!"

3rd, 4th, 5th, ... Lars shouts to provoke you while cutting in rapid succession.

I responded by bending my lips.

"Thanks for your advice"

Shield Attack Flying sideways, dodging Lars's thrust while saying. Dodge immediately after attacking. I've set footfalls like an adventurer of all sorts, but this one also flies away.

Meanwhile, I relentlessly watched Lars.

Zan The four basics that are considered important in the fantasy sword:

Views are observations.

A certain general of the empire once said, "If you know the enemy and know yourself, you will not fight a hundred battles," but this is not limited to soldiers.

Kei: If you don't use the Shinso, you're going to have better ground power. In addition, Lars overwhelms his experience as an adventurer.

I was trying to find the key to overcoming those differences in the opponent's movements.

From the point of view, now I'm a dangerous man staring at Lars's every move with his snake-like eyes.

Whether you hated my gaze or boiled down to an attack that could not be hit at all, Lars's attack was getting a little bigger.

It's not a sloppy attack, but it's less accurate than ever.

I haven't talked with Thirty yet. I think it's too early to be ... but no, I'm struggling with a level one opponent. In such a situation, the thought of germinating will inevitably grow.

The sixth-level adventurer can't give a shot to the exiled former ten-level adventurer. You must be concerned about your peers and the guildmaster.

In addition, it must have been smashed into Miroslav. "Please show me the power of a real adventurer and a real warrior."

If that would work, it was inevitable that glue would occur.

-That's right, and if you understand that, it's the enemy Tashinami that is poking around. Lars has always been vulnerable to this kind of shaking. Somehow the roots are rustic farmers.

"What's wrong, Lars. Can't you beat me just by waving your sword?"

"Noisy, chokomaka!"

"Unfortunately, swords aren't weapons that cut directly from each other. This is how I fight, but it's a problem that a sixth-class adventurer can't capture my movements."

“……”

"The movements are getting more and more complicated-no!"

In other words, Laz slammed down his shield slightly and squeezed his chest.

Wipe the gap in the armor and injure the opponent's body.

"Guu !?"

"Hey, the shield has gone down again."

Continue to pierce the tip and shoot through the gaps in the armor accurately.

Lars distorted her face in pain, waving her shield sideways and moving me away, and in return she slashed with a one-handed sword.

However, the attack is a big deal. It's not slashing with legs as before. Dodging was nothing.

After a while, I slashed, and after the number of slashes reached fifty, I faced Lars at a distance.

Lars gasps, distorts his face, and blood from the gaps in the armor pollutes the ground.

……Yup. Bad to say but weak.

Tsubasako It is true that the land power is up. If you meet, you will surely lose. However, Lars does not have the know-how to bring such advantages to the fight. Ayaka and Laguna five years ago are much stronger.

I understand why. Fundamentally, Lars' sword is a sword for fighting monsters, not for humans.

Necromancer Of course, Lars would have fought against human opponents. There is no shortage of human enemies for bandits, priests, and adventurers.

However, on the whole, the opponents will be overwhelmingly demon, and killing people in the first place will not give you the skills for interpersonal swords.

In that respect, although I had a blank, I had learned from the childhood that I had learned the fantasy sword style. After all, everyone was stronger than me. The experience of fighting strong human beings is inevitable.

At any rate, you don't need to prolong the fight anymore.

It's not unlikely that Kei is all a Lars trap to get you here-yes, if so, let's admire his acting skills and lift the ban.

I go one step forward thinking about that.

"Lars!"

Perhaps I felt something that could not be overlooked by the movement, and Ilia invited Lars to look at her.

When Lars responded and repositioned her sword, my sword stretched like a snake in the air, tangled with Lars' sword.

And.

Kin, and.

Lars's one-handed sword fluttered in the air, echoing a clear metal sound.

Eventually, the sword pierces a little further away from us.

A sword was struck at Lars's neck, which was stunned to see it.

"That's it! Winner, Sora!"

When I saw Lars' eyes at that moment, I thought suddenly.

Surely, I must have looked like this when I was defeated by a dragon fan in a trial.

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"Wait, wait, let me fight once more!"

That's what Lars returned to me first.

He doesn't thank Ilia who is healing her, and she glares at me with blood running through her eyes.

I shrugged my shoulder lightly at Lars.

"Does that mean that the witnesses acknowledge the victory? Are you an guild master?"

"That's different! I'm losing now. That's okay. I'll admit it, let's win again, Sora! Yeah, there shouldn't have been a single duel arrangement! I'll win this time!"

"Hm. Well, but who's next?"

"What?"

"The current game is my win, that is, Luna Maria is mine. If I want to fight again, I have to get another slave. I need to say, I don't need Miroslav, so you can have it Is only Ilia. "

When Lars hears it, he sees Ilia unintentionally.

Iria, who was blocking Lars' wounds, shook her head with a harsh expression.

"Ilia!"

"No, Lars. The wounds are closed, but the lost blood has not returned. There is no victory in this situation."

"Okay, now I know how to fight Sora. I will win next!"

Ilia's hand struck sharply on Lars's cheek.

The dry sound of pasin echoes around.

"Let's do it! How long are you going to escape from the result? You lost! If you don't admit it first, there will be no rematch!"

"... Iri ... A ..."

With that scolding, Lars must be kneeling on the spot, apparently finally admitting reality.

While watching them, I was laughing at my heart.

Ilia's attitude is strict but gentle. Probably the most correct response possible.

But for humans who are overwhelmed, sometimes correctness is disgusting.

In such a case, if someone talks to you with sweet words, the man will flutter. It's not an eternal relationship even though it's a childhood friend.

――I didn't see Miroslav. I didn't even need to look. ――Everything was going as planned.