The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Nail and Ho Hana, crusaded Emperor Slime with both of us, and the night that we had something to do with it - because the time was after finishing dinner and one paragraph in our post-meal reading as well...... I do remember it would have been before and after the date changed.

I guess the dishes and the finished washing and chatting topics are coarsely exhausted, everyone goes back to the room. I really want to rehab tomorrow, and I think it's time for me to go to bed, so I put my foot in the bedroom... just then.

Concon, and it's unusual for a night like this to hear a knock from the entrance informing me that someone was visiting this carriage.

"At this hour......, Elgrid or the Beast King's messenger? Or...... oh, this carriage, shouldn't I have stopped here?

─ ─ This is right in front of Imperial Castle, and once again, the Beast King has permission.

Though I think about it, I turn to the entrance wearing a mask named Smiley with a face that seems sincerely unpleasant.

When I arrived near the entrance, I was upset that there was no response to the boulder, and I was knocked by Concon again. It doesn't look like a public story.

"Yes, I'm leaving now."

I open the door without getting lost using the usual phrase that I think the earliest Japanese would have said once.

─ ─ ─ Well, I didn't have to get lost because I was checking the faces of the two people standing across it with a spatial grasp......,

"Welcome, Armour. To you, Mr. Malta."

Standing there were you, Armour, who was softening, and his squire, Marta.

─ ─ Something is going to be interesting.

And that happened about two or three hours ago.

Now I was standing on the meadow of the night, where every slaughter ran into the earth and still too much magic I could remember drifted through the air - - and when I could not hide it, it was that meadow where Hui Night and I fought. After all, the power of the devil's brake seems immense.

A few meters away from me is you, Armor, with a face somewhat ready and a mouth tied to a single letter.

A short distance from us is familiar with the poisonous tongue...... I don't think so, my squire Marta.

─ ─ So at the end of their gaze is the Zakozako vampire, or me, who lost one arm.

Well, I remember meeting him a few months ago.

That's it!

He came into the guild screaming like that.

"You guys! What are you doing toward something weak! And what are you doing, too! Why did you imitate this!? You dye your hair so much and you have so much fun imitating strays!?

"Hey, I'm not a fake......"

'You would be dyeing your hair black! That is immobile proof that you are fooling the lost!!

'What? That this is dyed......? You..'

"I'm still willing to make excuses! You must be a man too! If you've found out the lies, you just need to be clear!

Yes, this did happen, and I was still mentally immature, and I just got here and I was on track, did I run out of bees against him?

"No, it's none of your business, right?

"Huh!? What are you talking about!? I'm trying to help you.

What do you think you're doing? Did I ask you to do that?

"Become!? You're weaker than me! Then you shouldn't throw away your pride and get help!?

And was it like that?

Flushing that scene in my head makes me wonder why we were so immature with each other now.

─ ─ ─ Because if it's me now, say, "Ugh, it's hard," and I'll faint it at a very difficult rate and leave it alone. Of course I leave no evidence.

When I think about it, I open my eyelids and move my gaze to him now, standing forward and looking at me.

"Well, you've changed."

─ ─ Especially in front of a race of vampires who seem to have a bad vibe.

I didn't say the last one, but I guess he still felt my releasing sorrow. My face turns bright red and I lean down. I'm still angry at the habit of destroying my face by the time I'm completely skinned. I thought he was selling me a fight.

When he smiled embarrassingly, he spoke to me with a cheek.

"Ha ha... I don't know if you'd say I was on track back then... well, blind faith, I think that's the one"

─ ─ Blind faith. It is odd to say.

I'd teach that to those Holy Nation priests who tried to execute me just for such nonsense, like vampires, shadow magic, or Tame's skills.

Well, and.

When I take one breath, I take the recently familiar Bloody Weapon out of the item box.

─ ─ This time I use a slightly longer dagger that I've been used to as a blood knife.

I breathe blood and reveal a translucent red body, and I hear a breathtaking sound from you, Armor.

So it's time to get down to business, or shall we do what we came here for?

"Come on, take that and help me rehab, Mr. Armor."

There's only one reason we're here this time.

─ ─ To put an end to me and his cause.

"This time......, you're gonna use a decent weapon"

Armor, you say that, but I never admit he's using a weapon. I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Armor.

Actually, I've been thinking about what I'm going to do for the last few days.

No more arms, no less status, and even less weight because of it, and no decent melee combat - but I wonder if that disadvantage turns into an advantage, according to the way you look at it.

─ ─ ─ Well, I'm going to try my prosthetic skills tomorrow, but I don't think that Bradmetal can come about my "dying damage, naturally, recovering and naturally" unusual combat method. Plus, if it's blood metal, it's too heavy for balance.

Conversely, transformative skills would make up for lost volumes, somewhat younger. That makes it hard to fight.

After all those conditions and considering IF et al., I came to think of......

"Stand back to your beginning. I lost my corner weight, you don't have a hand in keeping it alive, do you?

I can't believe my status anyway. If I level up about 100, I'll come back naturally. My current growth rate should be about that.

Then what you should be concerned about now is not a decline in status, but the disadvantages and disadvantages of losing your arm.

That's how I decided to get back to the beginning.

─ ─ Beginning. That means.........,

"You won't summon me? If you don't mean it, you're gonna assassinate me?

─ ─ It is a mastery of shadow magic and the concomitant specialization in assassination.

What impact does this conclusion I have on my path ahead of me?

Well, I knew that. This way......,

"It's the path I've chosen now. I can't believe you're not going to be strong."

I shrugged at no one, and ran out to Armor, who had just summoned the Kusanagi sword and set it up.

The strongest weapons boasted by the vampires clash with the strongest weapons boasted by Japan.

It's been a very long time since the sound of metal bumping into each other when the swords collided, and I can feel it a very long time ago when I was in full season demonstrating something.

─ ─ but not at a time when I'm pinching such a clutter. If you want to be strong, you have to be serious. Well, I mean it.

I'm not in a mattomo state right now, even though they are. [M] There is a chance that he will fall ill and get hit by a grasshopper sword in that gap. Though I'm immortal, I don't want to be cut directly by the divine sword.

I step into the air with Dadan and turn around behind him with the power of my opponent. When you're right, Armor plays the Kusanagi sword with a small sword in the direction that Armor was putting his power on, Armor, you break up a lot of people beautifully.

─ ─ But I can't launch the attack at that time.

"Fool or me......"

Aim unexpectedly misaligned in an unusual center of gravity position in the air, and the attack does not hit itself. I don't have the right arm to hit that attack in the first place.

I kick him in the shoulder with my right leg and distance myself to rebuild a lot of people.

It still looks like there's only my first melee after losing my right arm and I still have a habit from before. It doesn't make sense to get there even though you don't have anything to attack.

"Ha...... not focused enough"

Pugh, and exhale the air that was accumulating in my lungs, I climb a step up the stairs to the real thing.

"'Justice Enforcement'"

Quiet, then there will be a dramatic change for me.

Bow, and a bright red flame burned, and soon I emerged from it in Executor Mode.

I don't have one arm and I see no change compared to normal time changes.

─ ─ However, unfortunately it took up my brain until earlier, and it was already foggy without a trace.

Dunn, and step in a few steps faster than earlier, and storm into you, Armor.

Apparently he was surprised by my change, but unfortunately not enough to show a gap.

Again my Bloody Weapon and his Grasshopper sword collide, sounding an earless metal noise that trembles the atmosphere

Shortly before that, I erased my body.

The shock I thought would come would never come to his arms, and the sword would suck straight into my shoulder mouth.

No exaggeration, no joke, no illusion. The sword amputates my body, and the Kusanagi sword pierces the ground as it moves.

- Oh, that sounds good.

I open my eyes to so much impact footage that I beat up his jaw, which has solidified, with a bar-shaped Bloody Weapon pattern that makes no difference.

"Ugh!?

Armor is sure to get a heavy blow in the jaw. It was for you, but it seems that being sturdy on the boulder wasn't the only way to handle it (...).

He wields his grasshopper sword to get rid of me, but I still don't see any need to do this either.

Again, that sword bares my body (...) and cuts the sky.

At the same time, I punch my knee kick into his dovetail.

"Or ha......"

First of all, he would definitely have had trouble breathing, but still, he would be combatable.

─ ─ Above all, it's obvious if you look at those giraffed eyes.

"Really, you're stronger, Mr. Armor."

I'll send him an honest compliment.

Compared to that weak time, there is a difference in power between heaven and earth, and that is not only in stats, but also in terms of ability- ─ growth is remarkable at the skill level. If that's the relative growth rate you saw, wouldn't it be too close to me?

"But I'm still better up there."

To be strong, to be skilled, but still, I will surpass all of you and go further.

I don't have any more strays to be strong. [M]

"Mr. Armor, I'm going further. I don't want to lose to my people, to Kuse, to Hoka, to the arrogant prince and, of course, to you."

At the same time I said that, hundreds of times as often, I slapped a beautiful jab in his face.

Thank you, Mr. Armor. Thanks to you, I feel like I can get the hang of this.

Body surgery last time, rehab this time.

─ ─ ─ Again, my use of him as an experimental subject has always been the same.

A few minutes later, Armor, you looked even more swollen than you would have seen from time to time, and I regained my sanity by saying, "Yabe, I did too much" on the boulder.

─ ─ ─ It was rarely me who tried to be serious in Executor mode, but the more I moved, the more I enjoyed getting Kile back... and finally, Armor, the more I enjoyed abusing you, the more I couldn't stop it.

"Excuse me, Mr. Malta. Armour, you're Marta's husband for once..."

"What? What are you talking about? You're not my master, are you? Shall I also refer you to a hospital specializing in psychotherapy?

Ooh, this is a pretty intense character.

"Ha ha......, ha. Well, you cleared up enough of my grudges, too, so I'll leave my blood for once. Armor, use it when you wake up. Mostly on the face and groin."

"What? Is your face still groin? There's no way the day will come to use the ○ ○ ○ ○ on such a fucking handsome groin. What, are you going to let Master Armor do it? You're still a true animal, as rumors have it."

This is what I thought from the bottom of my heart.

- Oh, I'm so glad Mr. Malta isn't on this side,

If you want to analogize......, right. Even though it does create an atmosphere of affection and respect for the other person, for some reason it feels like a cursing murmur that doesn't even make you feel fine dust about that coming out of your mouth? The atmosphere and tone do not match at all.

Even this I don't know how to pull that mouth shot, and I get in a fight.

When I concluded that it would be too early for me to talk to her, I threw my blood into a glass bottle for the potion out of the item box and gave it to Marta.

─ ─ ─ The boulder is a squire and escort (...) So, Armor, you catch it in a more beautiful move than anything else, Marta. Really, it's horrible.

"Well, then, I'll be excused around here."

If you realize that the morning sun is coming out of the east, and even though it's a peculiar ancestor, as a vampire, I can't help but feel pretty sleepy - well, if I can't, I'm going to fall asleep in this place.

I turned my back on both of them and ran out on a dash to go home to the carriage.

At the same time, behind Ginn, Marta bowed quietly.

"Thank you for your consideration. Because of that, I won't let Master Armor do anything."

─ ─ If it's enough to make you do that, I'll take it.

Happy or unhappy, kicking Gin's land was wiped out by the sound and the teasing wind blowing from the stump of the world tree, and her monologue never reached anyone.

─ ─ But I'm sure that's what she aimed for herself, so I can guess.

Thus a single end was struck to their cause.

One, the bearer of a rapidly growing divine sword.

One, a vampire who would go on to the strongest, recognized by the gods, by the world dragons, even by the Great Devil.

What growth are they making when they meet again three times?

─ ─ It was also, after all, immeasurable for even the two of them.