The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

Allen-Rordle. 15 years old.

I had no talent for swordsmanship. I'm sorry for myself.

Still, I waved my sword every day.

I just kept swinging my sword more than anyone and for a longer time than anyone.

"Effort always bears fruit"-because my mother always said so.

My mother raised me so far with one hand.

Dad seems to have died of a pandemic when I was still a baby. I heard he was a sincere and honest person, but he didn't come very close because he wouldn't remember staying with him unless he remembered his face. Everything looks like his mother, and his dark hair looks like his dad.

I don't remember when I was very small, but I remembered only that my mother worked for me every day.

Even the entrance fee and tuition fee of the Grand Swordsman School I am attending now, my mother earned a small salary for years and years and worked on it.

So, even if I was despised by the institution as a “failed swordsman”, bullied by my classmates, or treated as a nuisance by my teacher, I kept swinging my sword forever, no matter how painful I was.

Become a worthy swordsman with many or dozens of efforts.

And I'm going to make my mother, who has struggled so far, a comfortable life.

――I thought so, and I worked hard at the swordsmanship school.

Even such efforts will become water bubbles tomorrow.

The trigger was ... this was the evening of today.

I was waving my sword alone in the schoolyard as usual, and Dodriel Burton appeared with two surrounding girls.

Dodriel Burton.

He is the eldest son of Barton Burton, with his blue hair standing out.

I hated this guy.

Because he always despises me as "Failed Swordsman" and bully.

Pretend that you wouldn't normally hear it and overtake his dislike.

But today I was told that I couldn't forgive.

"Cancel ... the word now ...!"

"Hey, hey ... don't get so hot just because you're told the truth, Allen? If your kids are trash, your parents are trash too ... aren't they saying anything strange?"

"Dodriel, you ...!"

I was caught and grabbed his chest.

"Don't touch me with filthy hands!"

He kicked my belly off.

I was blown away by the power away from the child.

I suddenly stuck my ass, but soon got up and glared.

"Certainly, I could be trash without talent ... but I won't let my mom say it's trash!"

Dodriel shrugged and sighed.

The girls around me are laughing with a glance, looking at me screaming with a bright red face.

"Huh ... the frog's child is a frog, isn't it? The parent of trash like you is garbage, and the market price has been set for a long time."

Dodrier sneered, saying so in heartily.

"Oh, you ...!"

I suddenly got blood on my head, and pulled out my sword, which was on my waist with emotion.

"Hey, are you okay?-Anything beyond that is a violation of school rules?"

"Gu ..."

Private fights using swords between students are prohibited by school rules.

Breaking this will result in severe punishment such as suspension or dropout.

If I at the bottom of the school do something like this ... I will definitely be expelled.

"... Don't do it! Dodriel Burton ... Apply for a duel!"

"Huh ... you're a genius swordsman who is the only genius swordsman at the institution ...

"That's right! If I win, I'll have the previous statement retracted!"

"Ah! Funny! Ally! Funny! If you win, let's cancel your remarks!

He cut his words there, and lifted his mouth.

"... What if I lose?"

"I see ... I wonder if I should leave this institute on the spot."

"Now !?"

The conditions that Dodrier sought were outrageous.

"Naturally?-In a duel, you have to face each other on equal terms (...)-do you know that?"

"Yeah, you know! But this isn't balanced!"

Withdrawal of a piece or previous statement. Drop out of one side or school.

This is not an equal condition.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, Mr. Rakudai Kenshi? Isn't it worth it if you quit school? In the first place-you're not worth it?"

"..."

I'm sorry, but ... as he said.

My grades at the swordsman school are the lowest.

I don't know when I'm going to quit because of poor performance.

"I see ... I'll apply for a duel on that condition ..."

"Oh, I'm gonna take it! I'm 9 o'clock in the morning tomorrow-how about a gymnasium?"

I nodded with a click.

"I'm going to do the duel application process. Allen struggles so hard that the duel can be completed as a duel. I know it's a waste of effort. Hahahahahahaha! "

Thus, tomorrow I decided to duel with the genius swordsman Dodrier.

If you think about it now, I wonder how stupid it was.

(No ... but if you were to say the same thing, you would have applied for a duel as well.)

I wasn't rotten enough to ignore my mother.

(But ... Dodriel is strong)

He's the exact opposite of me-a genius type.

Even though you haven't practiced much, you can immediately make any type or swordplay your own like a sponge.

Rumors say there is a recommendation from a prestigious school in Tokyo.

(Still ... I can't afford to lose ...)

This duel is taking my school out of school.

Above all, he has to withdraw his vocal rumors about his mother.

After that, I returned to the dormitory and went to the forest with my sword in one hand.

When I arrived at the place where I was always swinging, I kept swinging my sword.

"Huh, huh, huh ...!"

I just kept on swinging my sword at Gamusha.

Nothing got burned.

I can only do this ( ).

When I was just enrolled, I bowed to various swordsman teachers and asked them to join me.

However……,

"Unfortunately, you have no talent. I can't dive under my gate."

"Hey! Hey! Hey sword, I couldn't say what I'd like to be a disciple!"

"Do you know the word 'body' ...?"

Everything was refused flatly.

There was no island to attach.

So I don't know the sword type or the line.

All I was taught in the school class was how to swing and train my body.

In other words, what I can do as “training” is just to fool the sword in this way.

After that, when the sun went down and the moonlight lit me, my sword was finally stopped.

"Hahahahahahahaha ...!"

Laughter spilled out of nature and mouth.

"It's an idiot, me ...! I couldn't beat this thing ..."

There is no point in waving a sword to our warrior.

Anyway, I will lose to that genius tomorrow. See it, but it's still there.

The difference between me and me cannot be filled in just one day.

You won't even be able to catch up, even for a few years.

(I'm so sorry ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry ...

I'm sorry ... no matter how many times I simulate my head, I can't see a vision that can beat that genius.

"What should I do ... good ..."

I'm regrettable and regrettable… Tears overflowed.

I want power.

Power to defeat Dodriel.

But I am not enough.

Power, talent-and most importantly, time.

"... shit!"

Then when you hit the ground.

"Ho-ho-ho .... It seems like you're worried a lot, young swordsman."

Suddenly, I heard a screaming voice from overhead.

"Who is it?"

When I looked up in a hurry, there was an old man standing short.

All hair, eyebrows and beards are pure white.

The waist is clearly bent, and the staff sticks with one hand.

The most eerie thing was that I didn't feel any sign.

"I'm me? I'm so ..... It's like a hermit of time."

The mysterious old man who described himself as the time's hermit rubbed his beard long enough to touch the ground.

"Well, young swordsman. If you have any trouble, why don't you talk to this old man?"

"... I don't change anything if I talk to you."

"Mmmm ... but isn't it just painful to hold it alone? Just talking to someone can make you feel much more relaxed. Grandpa "

Speaking of that, the hermit of the time laughed happily, saying, "Ho-ho-ho!"

"... Yes, maybe."

I was half abandoned and started talking about this desperate situation.

You have no sword talent.

Being bullied at swordsmanship school.

Mother who left in hometown.

The tomorrow's duel.

And then spitting out what you've accumulated so far-certainly a little easier.

"I see .... That's why I was so depressed ..."

Time's Hermit did not silly me, but listened seriously.

It looks like this and you may be a good listener.

"That might be a little helping."

"... how?"

Turn over this desperate board – if you have such magic, please let me know.

Then her laughed grinly.

"Really, that's it-use this guy."

That's why he took out his fist-red button from his bosom.

"……what is that?"

"100 Million Year Button-A Magical Item Rare in the World"

"100 million year button ...?"

"Um. If you press this button, you can get the same effect as if you trained for 100 million years in an instant! It's a grateful item!"

"... It's smelly."

It was a frank impression.

"Well, just listen to the story alone. It's the old man's request of the old man ...?"

Then the hermit rubbed his hands.

I just heard your story just a while ago, so I thought it would be a good idea to refuse it.

"... Please make it short"

"Oh! Can you hear me? Thank you, thank you!"

Then he coughed heavily with Gohon.

"The person who presses this 100 million year button will move to a different world, where he will spend 100 million years. You are free in that world. It's okay to keep on training, because there's plenty of 100 million years in time. "

"... can you train for 100 million years?"

It's like a dream for me now.

"Um! In addition, there is a house and a bed-there is also a large bath! Don't worry about food! There is a magical food store that keeps the food infinitely flowing! In addition, there is a different world Don't worry about your life! "

"...!"

I was satisfied with my bed and breakfast, and I had plenty of time.

I drunk myself in an environment that was too ideal.

"And the best thing about this 100 million year button is that (...) you are here (...) mainly (...) It's just a moment (...)! "

"……What does it mean?"

I didn't understand a little.

100 million years is 100 million years. It can't be over in an instant.

"Actually ... the moment you return to the real world from the other world, 100 million years of memory will be completely erased! Ha- "

"-Does that mean you've trained for 100 million years?"

"That's right! I understand very well and it helps!"

When the explanation was over, the hermit said, "How is it? Awesome?", And pushed out a button here for 100 million years.

I stared at the red button.

(If ... if you can really train for 100 million years ...)

Maybe you can beat Dodriel ...

In a short time of about four or five years, we cannot catch up with Dodrier.

But if you have 100 million years of time ... a swordsman like me can catch up with that genius-no, he can.

After thinking so far, I was really brought back to reality.

I understand how stupid I am.

(What are you seriously thinking about ...)

Too much talk ...

It's not a fairy tale, such a dream ...

"Huh ... Is that the story over?"

"Oh ... ?? Are you looking for glasses?"

"I think it's terrible ... if that story is true"

"It's not a lie! I've never been a lie!"

"Yes, I think it's a good thing."

Then I took my sword again and started swinging.

I know I can't win anyway, but ... I wanted to do as much as I could.

"Mug ... uh. One time, only once, so why not give it a push? I'm asking for the oldest old man ...!"

That's when the hermit rubbed his hands and begged.

I never thought I was desperately asked so far.

"Oh ... I see, I understand."

Press once and you will be satisfied.

I thought so and when I tried to reach for the button, the hermit suddenly opened his mouth with a serious face.

"Young swordsman. Let's give one piece of advice."

"Huh ... is there something still?"

"Never-never harm yourself. Nevertheless, the future is a different world, but your body is one. If you die, you will end there."

"Yes, I understand."

Then I pushed the button of the time hermit.

However, what to say or not ... no particular change.

"Really, how's that? For 100 million years, what was your impression of just swinging your sword?"

Time's hermit happily asked that from the bottom of his heart.

"Nothing has changed. I'm lying."

I didn't get discouraged.

There's no good story about a 100 million year button.

"Ho-ho-ho !! It's too big a change, so don't you notice it!-Seeing is believing--Which one can you shake your sword?"

It's persistent ...

While slightly annoying, he shook his sword lightly once.

"Hmm!"

At that moment, a terrible wind blew.

“…………?”

If my eyes weren't crazy, my sword now had three branches.

The space was bent-it was fast enough to recognize it.

"Ho-ho-ho! I'm not terrible! I'm mistaken, young swordsman!"

At the time, the hermit clapped his hand and laughed.

(Seriously ...?)

This time I tried crossing.

"Hah!"

Three seconds after you shake your sword, “Zan! The sound of cutting the wind was heard late.

My sword-left the sound behind.

"What is ... this ...?!?"

The sword fits into your body ... it's not a story.

I was wrapped up in a ridiculous almighty feeling as if my sword and I were united.

"How about? I feel like I'm reborn?"

When I saw mysteriously gooper's hands, the hermit of time laughed happily.

"Ah, ah! It really looks like a reborn ...!"

I dropped my gaze and saw a 100 million year button held by a hermit.

"Well, once again ... Could you push me again ...?!"

I certainly got stronger.

I got stronger-I still didn't know if I could beat Dodrier.

There was a big wall between me and him, so I couldn't see the difference between them.

"Good or bad! Press it as many times as you want!"

"That's true !? Thank you, thank you ...!"

Then I pressed the button many times.

Pain-I pushed it (...).

This cursed 100 million year button ...