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

One year, when all the students in Class A moved to the schoolyard, Mr. Leia coughed with Gohon.

"―― Well, today we will be conducting a" group exercise "as a special menu! This is a" practical battle "with soul dress, sudden hits, one-to-many, anything! "Ura Sento Festival" last September Imagine that. ''

After taking a breath, she tells a more detailed story.

"The time limit is the entire playground until the end of the chime sounds. To make sure, don't do anything that can kill your opponent. If I would give you one piece of advice-why don't we hit the most (...) hatred guy today (...)? "

Finally, Dr. gave strange advice and finished explaining the group exercise.

(I see, it's a combat-style class ...)

Because I say "special menu" in a meaningful way, I'm prepared a little bit ...

The“ bad feeling ”that I just felt for a moment was apparently my mistake.

When thinking about that, the surrounding classmates deployed their soul suits and prepared for battle.

"--Okay, are you ready?-Now we will start a group exercise!"

The next moment the teacher raised his voice,

""-"Die, yeah, yeah!"

Fourteen swordsmen-all the boys in Group A rushed to me as if they had shown each other.

The black flame that comes back to their eyes has emerged, giving off extraordinary killings.

"Now !?"

I managed to prevent the approaching fourteen slashes and jumped greatly back.

"Oh, hey, this is a class !?"

The current slashes were filled with terrible hostility and murder.

During class-much less for classmates.

Then

"Urase, did you know !? Only one person has a good thought (...)!"

"You wouldn't die out of this kind of slashing in the first place, but you'll be killed calmly today!"

"While there is a person named Leah, it is also possible to hang Rose on that poisonous fang ... Forgive me, forgive me! Oh oh!"

They shouted at the end, screaming incomprehensible.

In this situation, there seems to be no room for dialogue.

"Huh ... I don't know anymore ... ??-Dark Shadow"

The next moment I muttered, the darkness of jet-black blew off.

It slowly erodes the schoolyard and dyes the world black.

"So, it's out ... tsu. Attack / defense / recovery, all the foul-class abilities ...!"

"It's still ridiculous, as always .... The darkness that just drips casually is what makes the output ...

"Hi, don't be scared! In other words, we're the warriors of light!

When they saw the darkness of the abyss, they took a forward leaning posture while turning their faces blue.

Then a serious game between me and the 14 male students begins.

But-the battle has become extremely one-sided.

"That's too strong ..."

"Dude, the output is orders of magnitude ... tsu. The slashing doesn't work properly ..."

"Isn't that a foul ...? At least, ban dark clothing ..."

Less than five minutes later, thirteen swordsmen fell down, leaving only the last one-Tessa Bermond, the swordsman of the Zantetsu style.

"Huh huh .... A monster ..."

"... Well, Tessa, why don't we stop soon?"

A number of sword wounds are engraved on his entire body.

On the other hand, I don't even have a single sword.

The victory was obvious to everyone.

"Hey, hehe, I'm not so impatient ...... I've finally finished (...) in a good feeling (...) (...) ) …… .. Here ’s the “production” ……! ”

Tessa shouts and reaches for an empty space.

"Slash-!"

At that moment, a sword appears like tearing the space.

(Don't see if that's Tessa's outfit ...)

Straight blade, square brim, easy-grip handle.

At first glance, it is an ordinary sword that can be anywhere.

However, the spiritual power contained therein is remarkable.

"Soul-dress -The more this you hurt, the more its output increases!

"Ah. As expected, Tessa ...!"

A soul that boasts that much output.

If you take that blow right, you will take a considerable depth.

When I slowly set my sight on him, he raised his sword high and stared at him.

"..."

"..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds-Only one's gaze sparks, leaving each other silent.

(Tessa is an incredibly straight guy. Judging from that attitude, he's going to be slashing from the top, maybe 89.)

(I'm sorry, but Allen is a totally swordsman. I'm not a bad skillful guy, and I don't think it's a mess. I don't know ...!)

So we did a lot of glances-almost at the same time.

"Huh ah ah ah ah ...!"

"Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh ...!"

That moment, when I stepped into Tessa's “Time”,

"Zantetsu style secret mystery-Zantetsu Zan!"

A terribly straight slash was dropped from the large upper row.

It is a terrifyingly beautiful blow full of the sword of the slashing iron of “cutting iron”.

The swordsman game is a serious game.

I have to respond to his seriousness with all my might.

"Five swords-a break!"

I struck the strongest swing to cut the world for the slashing approaching me.

As a result, the slashes of each other collided-Tessa's soul was cut in half, and a deep sword wound was cut on its chest.

"Damn, it's still strong ... It's completely defeated ...

Tessa whispered short, and slowly collapsed.

Thus, I won the group practice with the 14 boys in Group A.