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

I heard a voice.

“Are …………! What time …………………… Wake up ……!

When I slowly opened my eyes, I could see a faint blue sky.

Apparently I am lying on my back.

(That ... ?? I ......... what ...?)

The blurred vision gradually became clearer, and other sensations became clearer.

Chilly soil.

Blue smell of grass leaves.

Mouth that is dry to karakara.

Dazzling sunshine.

And the voice calling me.

"Allen! Hey, get up early !? Where do you sleep ?!"

In front of me, there was a dorm mother Paula who looked into me from above.

"What?"

I jumped up in a hurry,

"Well, what year, what month, what time, what minute ...?!"

I checked the current time immediately.

Ms. Paula shrugged as if she was stunned.

"Huh ... Allen? Are you still dreaming?"

"Ah, no, yeah ... it's over."

I escaped from that 100 million year loop of hell and came back to the real world safely.

"Yes, the time's hermit ...?!"

Pull out the sword and look around.

But ... he wasn't anywhere.

"The Hermit of Time ... ?? Allen ... Are you really okay?"

Ms. Paula has called out with a slightly serious expression.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry ..."

"Oh no, I was so excited ... did you have a bad dream?"

"Maybe ... maybe ..."

Maybe that was a dream.

No, it must have been a dream.

There is no reason that there is no button for 100 million years.

"I'll ask you if you have a bad dream, because it doesn't come true."

"... I don't remember that much, so ... I'm sorry."

It's a lie.

I really remember it so clearly that there is no more.

But I'm just laughing after talking about such ridiculous stories.

"Okay. Then go back to the dorm.

She turned her heels and walked towards the dormitory.

"I'm sorry ..."

At that time, trying to follow her while apologizing.

At the end of the field of view-a shining red button was reflected.

There is no reason to make a mistake.

That ’s… yes.

"100 million years, buttons ...!?"

shaking.

Maybe that was n’t a dream ...?

I swallowed the saliva and picked it up slowly.

(If you push this ... again into that hellish world ...?)

No, it's okay.

If that is real, you should cut the world again and come back.

If this is a dream, nothing happens when you push it.

Either way, pressing this button has no disadvantage for me.

"Hmm ..."

I took a few deep breaths-pressed. I did it.

But nothing happened.

"……that's right"

Time's hermit.

100 million year button.

Time prison.

After all it was a dream.

Of course.

There is no such thing as a fairy tale in reality.

Then, when I threw away the button, I realized that there was something.

The 100 million year button had something like a big sword wound.

(Are there any such scratches ...?)

When you approach the button that you thrown away to look closely again.

"Hey, Allen! What are you eating ?! Come early!"

From the front, I heard a voice of Paula, who had a good street.

"Hah!"

Then I went back to the dormitory after Paula.

■

Paula = Garedzal.

I'm the dorm of the dormitory where I live.

Big body more than two meters tall. A powerful face.

You are wearing a white apron on a black shirt.

I'm always rolling my arms, and the upper arm I see from it is three times as much as I look at.

At first glance it is very scary and hard to approach, but in fact she is a very kind person.

I flattened the breakfast that Paula made and put my hands together.

"Thank you for the meal"

“Aiyo! I ate well today!

Paula banged on my back and laughed brilliantly.

"Oops, is your school OK?"

"What?"

At that moment, my heart bounced.

Speaking of which, I had promised a duel with Dodrier from 9am this morning.

"What time is it now?"

"Hmm, seven o'clock is enough."

She said so and pointed at the wall clock.

"Well, uh ..."

It takes three hours from here to Gran Swords Academy, no matter how hurry.

After an hour, you can't make it in time.

But there was no option not to go.

I never hated that I thought I ran away.

"I'll go ...!"

"Be careful! You're not injured!"

"Yes……!"

Then I jumped out of the dormitory.

Ran.

Run and run-I just ran.

“Duel” is not a word of mouth. This is one of the systems established by the swordsman school.

If you are delayed even one second from the start of the match, you will lose by the moment

(Maybe ... no, definitely not in time)

But I couldn't keep my room from getting ridiculous.

After that, I arrived at the school and headed to the duel in the second school building.

"I'm sorry to be late! I'm Allen-Loddle who applied for a duel from 9am this morning! Is the reception still open?"

The man at the reception wearing glasses looked through the paper at hand and said, "Oh?"

"You came so fast. It's still an hour before the game starts."

"……e?"

There is no such thing as stupid.

I left home at 7:55.

It's just enough to get to the institution.

However, the little table clock that was there-certainly pointed to eight o'clock.

(Really, it's not enough .... maybe the clock at home was broken ...?)

Anyway ... good.

"Huh ... I was saved."

We lost no match.

After that, all I can do is to hit Dodriel with all my efforts.

■

I arrived too early and unexpectedly, I filled my stomach at the stall and killed my time.

I had just eaten breakfast a while ago, but mysteriously, I was quite hungry.

Five minutes before the scheduled time, we headed to the gymnasium, the place for the duel.

I was overwhelmed there.

"Well, what is ... this ..."

Even though it was early morning, the gymnasium was full of students.

"Wow, this is Rakudai Kenshi!"

"I'm finally gone! I'm shaking my sword every day every day like a fool!

"I have to thank Dodriel! I will get rid of the school troublesome!"

A dad who wanted to close his ears fell down like rain from his classmates.

"Why, why ...?"

When I was confused like that, I heard a couscous and an artificial laugh.

Laughing people-Dodriel and his surroundings were in the center of the gymnasium. Looking at me who can't hide my upset, she smiles with a grin and grin.

"Ah, I'm gonna praise you for just coming out, Allen?"

"Well, Dodriel! What's this ...?! I haven't heard of this!"

He pointed to the student who came to the gymnasium and asked him about Dodrier.

"Well, I'm surprised too. It seems like somebody has leaked information about me and Allen duel .... Some of the guys were really bad tastes."

She shrugged on purpose.

"You ..."

no doubt. It was this guy who gathered the students of the school here and around the duel with me. She seems to be ashamed of me in the crowd.

Really ... I'm a bad guy.

"Skip the failed swordsman!"

"Kaya! Dodriel-sama! Do your best!"

One of the male teachers came into the gymnasium as the voices of the students, wishing for Dodriel's victory and my unreasonable defeat flew. He was surprised at the number of students and his voice for a moment, but then walked to him without any further comment.

"Well ... now it's time for the default, so I'd like to start a duel between Dodrier-Burton and Allen-Roaddle."

… I see, don't you blame this situation?

The duel must basically be equal to each other's conditions.

Of course, dueling in such an away environment is neither fair nor nothing.

(It is true that the school, which should be neutral, does not say anything about this situation ...)

Perhaps the academy wants to get me out of here too.

(Damn ...)

I was only able to bite my teeth in the situation of "Shimensoka".

"Gohon. Are you ready for both? ―― Then--Start!"

And with so much away, the beginning of the duel was announced.

"I can't finish it in an instant, Allen? I'll hurt you and I'll hurt you ... until you cry and ask for forgiveness!"

Dodriel drew his sword on his waist and smiled cruelly.

"... If you lick it, you'll see painful eyes!"

I draw my sword accordingly and put it in front of my navel. The basic type of swordsmanship-the stance of the right eye.

Heavy air that can not be said to be anything unique in a duel flows through the field.

Meanwhile, I glanced at his sword.

You can see the beautiful blade of the blade from a distance.

I remember him boasting that it was the work of a master craftsman.

On the other hand, my sword is a thousand gordes-the lowest rank that is sold everywhere.

(Maybe ... surely, I will lose this game)

Swords / skills / talents-No matter what you take, I can't beat him.

(But I can't afford to retreat here ...)

Even for me, I have pride and pride.

(Don't let your mother be foolish and withdraw me ...?)

He glanced at Dodriel's eyes, burning his fighting spirit in his heart.

His sword is an offensive sword. A Tsuyoshi's sword that does not allow him to counterattack even with a raging wave of rain.

Even if you challenge the frontal relationship that he is good at, there is no chance of winning.

(Aiming at the counter is a deadly blow ...!)

That genius is human.

Make mistakes and make mistakes.

(So this battle just surpasses his onslaught!)

We find only a momentary gap in the intense sword fight, and hit it with our best efforts.

Even if you can't win, we'll do at least hand injury.

This was my strategy.

(Well, this is ...)

I concentrated my mind and waited for Dodrier to step in.

However, contrary to my expectations, he did not attack at all.

On the contrary, I did not try to approach while keeping a certain distance.

(... what is it? What are you planning?)

If you are wondering about Dodriel's "unlike behavior,"

"Allen ... what are you doing (...)?!?"

He abandoned his fearless smile and glared at him in a severe form.

"... What are you talking about? I don't understand the meaning of the question?"

"Is it going to be blurred? ... by the failing swordsman ...!"

Then he began to move around me with a shrug while maintaining a considerable distance while biting strongly.

I hold my eyes straight, keeping him in the center of my sight.

(... Dodriel's mind is not that long)

Just as he knows me, I know him.

Tempered and tired-He is a genius genius, and he cannot keep this cramped and boring gaze. I'm sure it'll attack now.

One minute, two minutes later and one minute later-Dodrier changed his stance.

(... come on!)

The next moment,

"Woooooooooooo!"

He screamed with a terrifying roar, and ran straight in here.

"..."

While I was almost pressured by that terrible energy, I opened my eyes firmly and firmly.

But what spread out there was a weird (...) sight.

(...?)

Dodoriel doesn't slash for a long time.

No, or more precisely, he's coming here with a deliberately slow run, like a child doing a pretend play.

(What is Dodriel thinking ...?)

The answer to that question was immediately resolved.

(I see .. I don't think it's worth doing seriously ...)

"You don't even have to be serious."-He's just saying that.

I was sorry.

I never thought I would be imagined so far.

I always thought that the duel was something I really wanted to do.

(Damn ……)

Several seconds after clenching fist and biting teeth.

Dodriel, who is now close enough to me, starts attacking.

"Sigure Ryu-May Rain!"

Large, miscellaneous thrusts that were just saying, "Avoid me!"

(Such a thing ... You don't have to bother with a sword.)

Avoids a barrage that is slow enough to cause yawning with minimal movement.

"Now !?"

Dodroel, after finishing his shot, somehow jumped immediately back, turning his face blue, and settled with me.

"Oh, Allen ...? Pobo, to cut off all my swords (saba) seems to be terrible today ..."

"……e?"

"But now my body is finally warming up. The next blow is three times faster than now. I'm not lucky anymore."

"No, what do you say--"

When I asked a question.

"Sigure Stream Mystery-Murasame!"

Dodrier came back here again, sticking out his sword straight.

It's not a barrage like before, it's a one-point poke.

But,

(... Is it a bit faster?)

It is still a blow in the category of children's play.

Above all, I was worried that Dodrier, who was piercing, was too vulnerable.

It's as if you're provocatively saying, "Come on."

(Damn ... ridiculing people forever ...)

I was often paralyzed by repeated provocations, and shook my sword.

"This-do it seriously!"

The vertical swing released as an intimidation-branched into seven slashes, and firmly captured Dodriel's whole body.

"Well, huh ...?!"

At the same time, the guy who was attacked by the seven slashes steadily let go of his sword and blew up to the gymnasium wall.

The venue calms down as if by water. I can even hear the sound of a spit.

"... what?"

A stupid voice leaked out of my mouth in an unexpected situation.

"Dodoel-Burton, incapable of fighting! Winner, Allen-Rodol!"

Even after the judge, the referee, told the results, the gymnasium was still surrounded by strange silence.

I was convinced at this time.

(It's not a dream ...?!?)

That billions of years of hell spent in that foreign world are not dreams or illusions.

(Dodriel's movement seemed strangely slow, not because he was out of hand ...

Actually, I was much stronger than him!