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

Instructor Don-Gorg, who is now in a fighting posture,-gazes at the darkness that covers the rehearsal hall.

"... What is this strange" darkness "?"

"Oh ... it's like 'I don't want to lose my soul'"

I answered shortly, keeping my eyes straight.

"Hmmm, yeah ... I've just missed it ... sometimes I'm like a" small person "like you ...!"

Instructor said that-he ran out with a terrible roar.

"Kaaaaaaah! Fuzan-style-Sangeki!"

It is cut down from the large upper stage where the spirit was engrossed.

I grabbed it-with bare hands wearing darkness.

"What, what ...?!?"

The instructor opened his eyes astonishingly, but this is a natural result.

"-Sorry, could you do it seriously (...)?"

It's a "false blow" now.

Don't stun, don't end the game right away-a fake released just to hurt me.

Similar to Mr. Sido or Hydra-It's not the same as the "serious blow" you just fired to cut your opponent.

"The swordsman's game is a serious game-next will be without hesitation."

I told him briefly and then let go of his sword.

"It's a small tantrum ...!"

Instructor dyed his face red, and jumped greatly behind.

"Kusogaki is ... It's good to be ridiculous to me!"

And the next moment,

"Shaving-!"

A long bronze sword appeared in the empty space.

(... I came out)

Equipment that embodies part of the spirit nucleus-Soul dress.

The power I struggle to learn now.

"Huhah ...! How do you want? Do you want to be enviable? Even if you make an effort forever, you will never get it ..."

Instructor said so and proudly showed off his soul.

I stared at the soul dress without competing for the cheap provocation.

("Wind" and ... are "sand")

If I looked closely, I saw wind and small sand particles swirling around the long sword.

Apparently, his soul is manipulating two kinds of power freely: wind and earth.

(... I don't have a good soul dress. Indeed, I'm an instructor of a senior saint.)

If I have such an impression,

"Kukuku ... Hey, you! I'll tell you about the" great weaknesses "of failing swordsmen who can't use souls!"

The instructor with a ferocious smile said so while raising the long sword at high.

"……What'll we do?"

"Well, that's ... long-range attacks and a small amount of trouble! A grit of sand swords (sand blast)!"

The next moment he swings his sword-more than twenty sand swords flood me.

Once the gust accelerated, it cuts the wind at a speed like a squeezed arrow.

"It is very sensible to think it that way"

Sido's freezing spear.

Claude's .

Dodrier's dark shadow.

A swordsman without a soul, like me, struggles with their ranged attacks and overwhelming effort.

But it is (...) already (...) already supported (...).

``-Shadow of darkness (dark shadow) ''

Twenty swords approaching-the darkness as sharp as a blade has cut it off.

"Now !?"

"Good, good feeling ...!"

Three dark shadows that move as I envisioned.

This is a newly created technique inspired by the shadow of Dodrier.

If you concentrate your attention, you can operate up to four.

(Effective range is a little short, 2 meters ...)

It seems to work well as a defense against many attacks.

Then, when I succeeded in experimenting with a new technique,

"What, what's the level of its application?"

Instructor widened his eyes and pointed at my darkness.

"Ahaha. I like darkness because it's quite applicable."

I ended the conversation briefly and took a forward leaning posture.

"--Then, what's next, here?"

"I'll cut it off under a sword like you ...!"

I heard that reply, and in just one step I entered the deadly deadline.

"--Huh!"

"Fast !?"

A sword cut aiming at the right chest-he defended by holding the sword horizontally.

However,

"Nup !?"

He wasn't able to catch the impact of the sprinkling, and he was blown away greatly behind.

"Well, where on the slim side ...... such power ...?!?"

The instructor was passive, with a smooth movement that did not match his large body, whispering.

Clear your aim at the landing-shoot slashes from a distance.

"Ichi no Sword-Tokage!"

"Hmm, this is the slash of the day ...

The instructor wielded his sword vigorously and flew away the shadows of darkness.

But it is--within the expectations.

"--I guess"

"Now !?"

Hidden behind a big slash, I was able to get close without any preoccupation.

In the first place, flying shadow is not a technique aimed at damage.

Blindness, check, and adjustment of time interval-These are the auxiliary tricks.

Even though I easily stepped into the deadly time, I shot a favorite shot.

"Eight swords-Yatakarasu!"

At that moment, when a flash of weight was cut through the sky-eight slashes peeled the fangs.

"Guu, nu, oooo ...!"

It was an instructor who managed to deal with five slashes ...

"Guh ...!?"

Three shots captured his right hand and both feet.

The instructor who distorted his face in agony gives a rough blow on the spot.

I took the backstep and avoided the attack with plenty of time.

(... the wound is deep)

You can't keep fighting with those feet, though not very.

No more fighting anymore.

I decided so,

"-There is a game. Please acknowledge the loss."

A false black sword was put on his chest and he was sentenced plainly.

Then

"... don't do it"

The instructor turned his face down, trembling little by little, and said something.

"……What'll we do?"

"--Don't playfully! I'm a half-life shit kid ...

He shouted so loudly and thrust his soul at the training room.

At that moment, a tornado-like storm blew around the instructor.

That's not just the wind.

It is a storm with high killing ability mixed with grains of sand.

(... it's a tricky trick)

I flicked the flying sand grains with a sword and quietly observed the damage.

The sand particles blowing at a tremendous speed scattered in all directions-crushing the window glass and gouging the floorboard of the rehearsal hall.

That is not all.

"I hurt ..."

"Hey, can you help me?"

A sad scream comes one after another from a lower holy knight who was watching this duel.

Apparently she can't avoid the sand particles flying like rain.

"Fuhahaha! If I grudged, I made this me serious, I should grudge the swordsman there! Let's go-sandstorm!"

When the instructor slammed his fist down on the handle of the long sword pierced into the floor-the violence of sand and wind filled the entire field of view.

Omnidirectional attack with no room for avoidance.

Bees and sand particles collide violently, and harsh sounds stimulate fear.

(It doesn't do anything ...

I was forced to raise the output of darkness at once-Leah and Rose, and all the lower holy knights who were present at this place were dressed in "Dark Clothing".

as a result,

"That's such an idiot ...!?"

Everyone in this place passed the sandstorm intact.

With such power, even a dark coat of clothing can be well protected.

"That reaction ... is this the strongest skill now?"

Indiscriminate attack by storm and sand.

Certainly, it will be a terrible power in a team battle, but it is not a technique for individual battles.

"Oh, it's impossible .... this is my third-rate swordsman ..."

He collapsed on the spot, seemingly blind.

"--There is a game. Now, please apologize to Leah."

When I put the sword in the sheath.

"--There is a chance! Kazayama-style mystery--Hakurakuzan!"

Suddenly, he rises vigorously and gives off his murderous robe.

I was sighing unexpectedly looking at the sight somewhere like other personnel.

(Huh .... It's not a "chance" when you put the sword .........)

And

`` Seven swords-Shunsen ''

The sword accelerated in the sheath shimmers, and the instructor's soul is slashed in two.

"What, oh ...!?"

He lost his words this time and sat down quietly.

At that moment-applause has started from the rehearsal room.

"There's no doubt about that power ...! You're that Allen-Roadle!"

"Ke, I watched the sword king festival game! If you like it, would you please teach me a sword?"

The lower holy knights said so, shining their eyes.

"Oh, oh .... That story will come back later ..."

I refused their wish gently and looked down at Instructor Don clenching his teeth.

"――Don Gorg, can you accept the loss?"

Then I asked again,

“………… Damn, damn. I ’m …… bad ……, please forgive me ……”

After a long, long silence, he spoke outrightly.

I've safely defeated Don-Gorg, the instructor of the High Holy Knight, and sighed big.

(Huh .... What to do after this (...) ...)

Tattered lesson.

Instructor with full wound.

I am intact.

(To the members of the association ... what should I explain ...?)

Then from the first day, I was involved in a big problem, and I was bothered by “post-processing” and “explaining to the association”.