Summoned Slaughterer

The tip of the knife protruded by Endo 123 (Hifumi) was perfectly placed on the girl's throat in front of her. The girl trembles her sneaky neck muscles and stares at the knife in tears without saying a word.

Japanese swords are a beautiful weapon. The blade print, said to be 'like every smell', had a personality that made people feel their breath, not just a curved surface, sublimating their sharp nature to beauty.

And

(Beautiful girl)

And I think one, two, three who quickly let the girl run her gaze.

I have beautiful long silver hair and I see no malice whatsoever in my pale, clear eyes of what is now wet in tears. The gaze fits. Eyes that float with fright, shaking in agitation, convey cheeks whose tears pale.

The girl doesn't look like a bad guy after all. One, two, three question.

(Doesn't look like the kind of girl who goes on and does this...)

Keep your gaze open, widen your field of view and ask around. It's difficult for a normal person, but it's easy for one, two, three. It is the fruit of a pair of trainings that have been unscrupulous, even in the kind of archaeology that brings us to and from the frontiers of life and death.

Old fashioned but luxurious rooms, about 20 posts in size. There are no windows on the stone walls, only some pine lights blink. The entrance, on the other side of the girl, just sees a big double-open door. Only where one, two, three and the girl stood, it was about 30 cm higher.

Around, men like 'Knight', wearing full body armor and wanting to set up short spears that would be for indoor use, have a look of anger and confusion with their spear tips pointed at one, two, three.

"Get away from the princess!

One, two, three do not react as much as hairs to the fury from one of the knights. Calmly ask around and make sure everyone's gear is the same and the number is six. I don't see behind it, but signs and sounds tell me how many people.

The armor was a metal armor that looked really hard, and the helmet was also a seemingly lackluster with a firm attachment to the cheek, but only at a glance, one, two, three could stare at some of the places where the knife was stuck in.

(Well, what's going on?)

I was remembering how I got into this situation because of my standing behavior, feeling that I had no one with the skills to rival me...

On that day, one, two, and three were crossing the routine morning archery, heading to the front of the dojo, sitting down and meditating.

Slowly inhaled, I'm sure the cold morning air was touching the atmosphere in the dojo, not making it microscopic, but just empty, to contain the emotions inside me, feeling it slip through my body.

For one, two, and three, who have come from the point of mindfulness of a harsh archeology that can be described as an anomaly, it is also a time to relax above all else in the dojo. They look calm for their age of 18, but they can also enjoy cartoons, cartoons, novels, etc. in a crowd. Except for his martial arts talents, he's a very ordinary young man.

Next door is my favorite living knife. A simple black sword with no extra embellishments. It is an unparalleled love knife that is not expensive, but has been conceded by the master and treated with care.

And then, suddenly, I found signs behind my back.

Two. But I don't feel malicious.

"... who?

"Ho ho, can you feel our signs"

One, two, and three questions were answered by the voice of a servant man.

Before one, two, and three, who turned around, stood the old man of Zeus himself, who appeared in Greek mythology, and the great man as he was during the Warring States, who raised his undivided, bony long sword to his waist.

Unexpectedly frowns.

(What a mismatched combination. Besides......)

"... aren't you a person?

I don't feel what a human being should call a 'sense of life', or 'living' in other words.

"I was a man."

Now the great man answered.

The standing behavior tells me that he is a considerable master. One, two, three have already drawn the knife he had on his side, and he stands ready to pull the knife out at any time.

"Don't be so nervous. Bad news, but it doesn't mean we'll do anything to you."

"Bad news?

"Before I explain that, let me introduce myself for a moment."

Old Ong says with a beard.

"I am not God. Well, there are all kinds of god stories in all religions, but to put it bluntly, you're like a representative of God who has jurisdiction over this world. And the samurai over here are not the gods who command martial arts in this world."

The man, who was introduced to being the god who commanded the martial arts, put his arms together and laughed.

"I used to watch you sometimes. In this day and age when there are fewer samurai, nothing has loaded with archaeology as well as you. Some gifted talent, but more importantly, I am truly delighted to have built up and exceeded the limits of man, as a god of martial arts"

"But I don't know why your lord would go that far. Looking at the past, I don't see an episode where you're in a state of lethargy, but you're growing up in a normal family, and especially when it comes to martial arts."

As the God of Wu says, one, two, three combat forces are no longer on their own and cheat level. I think it was written in a joke, you get all the moves left by the ancestors of the genre, and if you do it properly, you can easily win by being present at the same time with all the dojo doorman.

It was due to a certain desire that I gained the power to fight that far, but to the two people in front of me claiming to be God, I can't seem to spot that.

"When you say God, you can't read people's minds."

"We are not omnipotent, and we are considerably restricted. Originally, this is also difficult to manifest in front of you. Our job is simply to create a stage in this world, and we can't help it directly."

The self-proclaimed representative of God shakes his head in sighing.

"Fair enough," says the god of Wu. "We don't have much time, and we should just pass on the requirements"

"Well... the bad news is, soon, your Lord will be flying to a different world. Yes, from this world to another, like in some fantasy novels in the Lord's room."

When one, two, and three frowned all the time, he said so that the god of the martial arts could resist.

"Oh, that's not what we're gonna do. Don't get me wrong."

"So why does it?

I didn't believe it was God, but one, two, three felt it didn't seem like a lie.

"Someone in the other world has forcibly created a 'distortion' that connects the two worlds. In addition, you will be marked for summons. If the Lord goes beyond, the distortions will not be undone, and they will affect the world in many ways."

I see, I thought one, two, three. A reader who reads all genres, I liked that kind of novel and read several of them. Finally, I guess these two self-proclaimed gods came to explain so that one, two, three would not be confused.

(By being nice. That should be called God)

"Well, you can throw it into distortion without question, because you're a person in your own world, and I'd like to do something about it."

"That's what we call a world of swords and magic over there. For what is a dangerous world, the power of the martial arts you have built will be fully utilized."

"Hmm..."

One, two, and three closed their eyes, and often swung to their thoughts.

I feel that certain emotions that were dull in one, two, three more than before are stimulating.

"Well, I got the story," one, two, three decided to try to believe the story for now. "So, what am I supposed to do when I go to another world?

"What, I'm not asking you to defeat the Demon King over there or be a brave man?"

One, two, three questions, the old man answered with a smile.

"As far as we're concerned, I don't care how you spend your time over there. In other words, it's like forcibly kidnapping people from this world. They'll ask you for something over there, but you don't have to ask me anything or not."

The God of Wu is angry by bending his mouth to the letter to. They ruined the world they manage, and they can't feel better.

"Besides, unlike this world, there are vicious demons and magic, and there are subhumans such as elves and dwarves. If you're thrown into that world all of a sudden, you're in trouble with the Lord."

"So let's not confuse you, let's explain in advance and try to do something that we can fight in that world again."

"Hira? For example, can magic be used?

One, two, three tried to imagine using magic, but I can't think of anything. While chanting a spell free, I feel faster to cut it off. Even if you don't need chanting, as long as fire and water fly, you'll be easily cracked. There is no creation in one, two, three that can be blindfolded and avoided arrows.

"No, no, magic is the power of a person's image, only in that world. So here's what I'm gonna do."

The moment Old Ong casually put his hands together, I felt the knife held by one, two, three had fever.

"You divided your power as a god just a little bit into those swords. Maximizes sharpness, does not break, does not bend, does not rust and does not chip. I can't give it to a creature, but it's a gift from a helpless god."

"And from me, let's do the protection of the martial arts. I thought when you set up in the dojo, sooner or later, okay. It has the effect of dramatically stretching your martial arts abilities now. It seems like a world of strength. It'll help."

"I see..."

After being briefed, one, two, and three, who gained the protection and doings of the samurai, stood up and proceeded to the winding straw that became a habitation in the corner of the dojo.

Flash.

The knife, pulled out of his waist, does not remain to cut the curly straw, but tears the walls of the dojo. I can see the wooden slab walls bouncing and the steel also has scratches in it.

"... This is terrible"

I only intended to cut off the straw, but even the part that didn't even touch the blade broke completely.

"Well, we'll get used to it while we're using it"

"It should be time for the subpoena to affect..."

At the same time that the God of Wu crushed, a geometry emerged at the feet of one, two, three.

"This is..."

"You're here... One, two, three, it's going to be tough, but you've got to do something about it. The Lord only has to live as He wants to live."

"As a god of martial arts, I'd like you to expand your martial arts in the world there, but, well, I'm not saying I can't."

“It's a moving farewell scene."

Unexpectedly, I heard a light voice that made me laugh.

"... Reaper. I don't remember calling you."

The God of Wu makes a sinister face.

I didn't come here to see you.

Behind one, two, three, appeared a skinny man in a swallow tail suit. The thin, laughing face is excessively blue and white, as if the body were talking.

“I've been watching this one the whole time. No human being could smell so much death.” The man called Reaper laughed with his hands in a meeting. “There are many who wish to kill, but this is the first time a man has ever been so colorful and teased by his soul."

One, two, three turn their gaze only to Reaper and remain silent with no expression. I'm not affirming or denying it, I'm just listening to the word of Reaper.

"Do you prefer slaughter... You think that's the source of your Lord's enthusiasm for martial arts?

One, two, three do not answer the inquiry of the God of Wu.

“Happy to hear that, but if I get an invitation to another world, I can't be happier! Come on, in a world of swords and magic, thoughts show their power. Everything that stands before you will be truncated with its sword, yes, even the God of the world!"

Which was a playful trick, and Reaper literally jumped before one, two, three.

“A gift from me, with a slight force."

When Reaper turns his palm in an exaggerated gesture, a black mist stains one, two, three bodies.

“I have given you the attributes of darkness that I am best at. Dark magic will be available over there depending on your image. It's also on a level beyond people's knowledge."

"Let's get what we can get"

“Seems like they took it fast. More importantly. It doesn't express itself in this world without magic vegetables, but you should try it over there”

In one, two, and three words, a grinning reaper winks at the two remaining gods.

"Let me thank you too."

“What?"

Before Reaper turned his gaze back, one, two, three swords had cut the Reaper in pieces. A slippery upper body made a heavier noise than it looked and fell to the floor.

He opened his mouth when the reaper, who was stunned to open his eyes, remained sandy and collapsed.

"Well, did God really kill you, too? I don't know if this guy's a god. But whoever you are, you can't forgive me for trying to use you."

One, two, three remain faceless, staring at a sword that can't even see cloudiness on the contrary with a blade spill.

"Let's thank you for this knife. I can kill you with this."

One, two, three shrugged with an awesome grin, as if the switch had been switched from a moment ago to another.