The Healer Banished From The Party, In Fact, Is The Strongest

"Fi-i!

Literally, Fenrill's death-powered nails shake me down without tearing my body apart.

My death is inevitable if I take one blow, even just one.

Because of that certainty, I avoid Fenrill's nails in a madness of death.

"Fi-ii!

From the fingernails of Fenrill that came from my body, blood blows out, and Fenrill leaks the voice of pain.

As if both forelegs are stained with blood, it seems likely that even if they find out they are warcraft, they will remember the pain.

Forced attacks with injured nails are also a huge burden for Fenrill.

… However, even considering that, I was aware that I was at a disadvantage.

Fenrill ignores his nails hurting and makes a fierce attack as he endures the pain.

I will make the most of it and avoid it.

But every time I avoid Fenrill's nails and fangs, I get it.

That the only way to avoid an attack in this way is in a few moments.

"Ha, ha."

Ignoring my painful lungs as I plead with you to let me rest, I stare at Fenrill.

To keep myself from breaking my heart.

"Fi-i!

... It was a mockery in Fenrill's eyes to see me like that.

At this time, I couldn't help but understand.

I decided this situation was advantageous, that my decision a few decades ago was a big mistake.

No, correctly, my judgment would not have been a mistake.

If I could have fought properly, I would definitely have been more advantageous.

Therefore, Fenrill did not allow me to fight properly.

"Fi-i!

I desperately avoid fangs, claws rolling out one after another.

I desperately move my body, which gradually stops moving, and I fight it with all my might.

"... Huh!

But a missed fang scratches my shoulder and goes deep to say cuts.

To my increasingly dull body, I bite my lips off.

In the present situation...... if the short-term showdown continued as it is, I was certain I would lose in the not far future.

We can't afford Fenrill to attack us as hard as we can.

That's all I get in my favor if I run away.

... should have been.

"Ha, ha."

With a rough breath, I desperately try to arouse myself.

But I could not delude my fear of Fenrir, who was born in my own chest.

Instead of an auga, Fenrir's muscle strength is more overwhelming than mutated Hydra's.

I thought that was Fenrill's biggest threat.

But it wasn't.

The greatest threat to the Warcraft in front of you lies in intelligence.

That I could spot my breathless running and that I could spot the short-term showdown in my favor.

Using hurt nails. But that you tried to take me down.

─ ─ Above all, not attacking your brother because I won't be able to bring him into a long fight.

"Ha!"

I manage to put Fenrill in a gap and avoid attacks, while at the same time I succeed in taking distance.

Fenrill never struck a chase against me like that.

Instead, slowly back... back in the direction where you have a brother who can't move.

"Fi-i"

"... this!

As if to mock me, to Fenrill, who distorts my face, I expose my anger.

If you pop out here in front of Fenrill, you'll be in another short-term showdown where you're at a disadvantage.

Though I knew that, all I had left was the option to run out.

To keep Fenrill away from your brother.

Against my expectations, Fenrill never targeted his fallen brother.

I don't know if you decided you were the enemy that had to take me down first, or if your brother decided you couldn't move anymore.

But at first I didn't suspect it was lucky.

Yes, until I realized Fenrill was using your brother as a threat to me.

After Fenrill realized he was in a short showdown, I tried to distance myself and breathe again and again.

Fenrill's damage was never low, and now I had the confidence to fight while restoring good health.

But contrary to my expectations, Fenrill never chased me away.

On the contrary, he began to approach his brother backwards.

If you stay too far away from your brother, you can't protect him when you have to.

So I had to step forward whenever Fenrir stepped back.

... even though I know it's a trap.

That was why, until now, I have been forced into ultra-short-term warfare, which I clearly know to be unfavourable.

"Fi-i!

"... cum!

Fang my nails, and I cross with Fenrill desperately.

Sometimes I was able to strengthen my body without going through my skills and I was still able to fight Fenrill.

Until now, he would have fallen without even half the time.

You don't have to afford it yet, but it's not the limit.

But I didn't have the confidence to keep judging Fenrill's offense for another few decades.

Just fighting like this, I won't be able to do anything and just die.

"If only your brother was healthy, such a fenril......!

We could have defeated Fenrir for sure.

Because I know that, I can't help but feel itchy about what's going on.

But I knew it was pointless to even think about it.

Your brother is now, in a situation where you don't even know if you're conscious, I'm the only one who can protect your brother.

No matter how unfavourable, you can't go losing.

Then we have to change this situation within the present, where we still have room.

"... I need to go on a bet here"

Deciding the counter again will make Fenrill's nails completely useless.

Yes, I've made up my mind.

"Fi-i!

Soon after realizing it, the momentum was gradually diminishing, too, from Fenrill's attacks.

This rush, Fenrill, doesn't mean there's no damage.

Again, I confirm that.

In the present situation, if we reduce Fenrill's means of attack to two, there is a chance that we can withstand Fenrill's onslaught.

That bet, though, was definitely a high risk, Lauritan.

In this onslaught, the difficulty jumps just by determining the counter.

If you make a mistake, my defeat will be confirmed at that point.

With all that risk, even if you succeed, the win doesn't come true.

From there, we have to endure Fenrill's onslaught.

But that's the only way I'm gonna make it through here.

Trying to be ready for that.

─ ─ It was when I tried to make up my mind about it.

"... Huh!

The first time I saw that sight it sprang up in my chest was upsetting.

For a moment, the dull movement is about to hit Fenrill's fangs, and I manage to get a great distance from Fenrill.

Because it became a way of avoiding the stirring, there is something cold on my back.

"... how could you!

But the sensation soon drinks up in anger and disappears.

I don't know what you're thinking, I want to scream like that.

But I could not speak of that anger.

Because I knew the behavior wasn't just impotent.

No, you're not.

I dismiss my thoughts with a small grin on my mouth.

The real reason in my mind was not that.

The reason why I remember my anger but feel proud at the same time is simpler.

─ ─ Just because you realize that you have faith in me for that behavior.

"... ok"

Convert anger into a fighting spirit and stare at Fenrill.

I'm not out of anger.

Still, suppose the meaning of that action rests on my trust.

Now it's time to show it to me in response.

I turn my fist to Fenrill, who tries to fall back, as usual.

You don't have to do that, to tell him I'm going now.

"If you want to fight me so hard, I'll show you"

At that moment, Fenrill's eyes narrow.

As uncomfortable to me, turning away from my ever distressed expression, which increases my fighting spirit.

Even that Fenrill attitude makes me feel comfortable and I walk out laughing.

I'll distort my face like that with fear right away.

Fenrill walks to me again, revealing all his anger.

"From now on, it's all I can do"

"F-i-i!!"

And the curtain of the crushing between me and Fenrill came up.