The strongest swordsman was disappointed with the world's too low level and reincarnated into another world.

I was confronted by Flore, the Dark Knight of the Black Butterfly.

My sword was heavier by the butterfly that Flore had rolled out.

Flore waves even more swords against me like that.

"Oh dear! Flore, it generated more butterflies!

"Come on!"

"Slade, I'm getting away from the butterfly!

I'm running away from Flore's butterfly.

I don't know what kind of butterfly that butterfly is. That's why I don't want to get too close.

"So you think you can get away with it!?

"What!?

But I realized right away.

From behind himself, to the fact that the butterfly was approaching.

"Wow!

"Oh! Slade, I got a decent explosion of butterflies that were turning around behind me!

The butterfly explodes and I am forced to move forward by its incitement.

Ahead, the butterflies are waiting. This could be pretty bad.

My body makes contact with the butterfly.

"Guaaaaaah!"

"Slade! I'm going to be hit by more butterflies! An exploding butterfly strikes Slade!

"Gu......!

The butterflies that hit me explode.

But this time it's not just an explosion.

"Oh!? Slade's body has something like a cut! This is obviously not a wound made of an explosion!

This time, the butterflies that used Mr. Cannon's slaughter were also mixed.

That made countless cuts to my body. With the explosion and slaughter, my body is blurry.

As it is, it would be very bad.

"Hehe, you seem to be hurt a lot..."

"Ku......!

Flore slowly waves his sword.

This produces further butterflies. Also, a new butterfly is coming.

Now, we'll have to be on guard behind us, too.

"Sounds like you're on guard around... but it's no use! There's no escape for you!

"Ugh!"

"Oh dear! Slade, we're surrounded!

I thought so. It was me, but it was already too late.

Surrounded by butterflies. Perhaps he was lurking butterflies around while I was being blown away by an explosion.

"S, Slade, absolutely deadly! As it is, you will be attacked by butterflies!

"Ha! That's it!

"Ku......!

As it is, I will be attacked by a butterfly.

But it's hard to say. There's no better escape than being surrounded.

No, even if there was an escape, it would be more right that I don't know that right now.

"Then..."

"What!?

"Oops!? Slade player! I meditated my eyes!?

There I was, daring to meditate my eyes.

I don't know where to escape, because I relied on my eyesight.

Once, I learned from my master.

How to not rely on your sight and spot your opponent's moves with your senses.

By turning all nerves to peripheral alert, I can get a few times more dodge than usual.

"Oh dear! Slade, I put the knife in my sheath too! Totally abandoned the attack! What the hell are you talking about!

"Ha! So you think something has changed!?

I'll put the knife in my sheath and concentrate all my nerves.

There will be countless butterflies looming for me now. I have to sew up that gap.

"Slade! Forward! But the butterfly is approaching!

I know where the impending butterfly is.

The evil signs are very easy to understand.

"Oh, my God! Slade, we have a butterfly!

"What!?

I moved on with the butterflies.

Didn't realize until earlier, but butterflies seem to be moving by a certain law.

That means that butterflies don't bump into each other. Probably to keep it from exploding.

But that's gonna be a big gap for me. Butterflies are never dense, so there's always a hole somewhere.

'Slade, keep moving forward!

"With your eyes meditated, why are you so... no, I hope not!

Because you saw my movements, the butterflies' movements changed.

Now it's like hitting each other. This may not be a good idea.

"If this is it, there's no escape!

"Oh dear! Butterflies bump into each other and explode! It's not going to hit Slade directly, but it should still be a huge shock!

Butterflies and butterflies collide and explode.

Apparently, instead of hitting me, he chose to blow it up in the last minute.

Sure, now I can't flatter you. However, the damage is less than directly hitting it.

For that reason, I don't care that much. I run out to counter the blast.

"Oops! Slade, I ran away! No explosion, no throat, let's move on!

"What...!?

Running out, I slowly open my eyes.

I don't need to read the signs anymore. Because I'm coming to Flore's side.

"Oh dear! Slade and Flore are finally here!

"We're here... from here on out, it's my realm"

"Come on!"

I even came to the side of Flore.

At this distance, you can attack before you create a butterfly.

I mean, I'm the more advantageous distance.

"Don't lick it!

"Oops! Flore, winged its butterfly-like wings!

"Let it!

So Flore started winging.

Indeed, this is an action to release scaly powder that drives the opponent's sense of equilibrium crazy.

I can't forgive that. I'll change my mind once and for all.

"Secret sword moves! Sick wind!"

"Oh dear! Slade, you're a good swordsman!

"Come on!"

I pull the knife out of my sheath at once.

Flore's butterfly is still on the knife, so the knife is very heavy.

But still, enough speed to interrupt Flore's behavior.

"Uh-oh!

"Flore, I'm torn!

My flash plundered Flore's body.

Just before, I couldn't hit it perfectly because it was lowered back a bit.

However, the wings have been interrupted and the distance is still not far away. In other words, my advantages are unwavering.

"Oh dear! Slade, you've taken a step!

"Ugh......!

"Ooh!

'Slade, I swung a big knife!

I put up a big knife.

With this blow, I just want to decide on a battle. If I prolong the fight any longer, I'm tough, too.

"Mr. Slade, wait!

"Huh?"

Someone's voice echoed in my ear like that.

That's the voice I heard from my second.

"... Mr. Cannon!?

"Is that...!?

The Lord of that voice was Mr. Cannon.

Mr. Cannon stopped me before my sword was shaken off.

Speaking of which, Flore could have been the cause of Mr. Cannon's disease. If I kill him like that, I'll lose my clue.

Concerned about that, Mr. Cannon stopped me.

"Mr. Slade, don't slay that kid! The child..."

"You mean the cause of Mr. Cannon's disease..."

"... I'm not."

"Huh?"

That's what I thought. I'm surprised what Mr. Cannon said.

There is certainly a possibility that Flore is not the cause of Mr. Cannon's illness. But Mr. Cannon assured me. What does that mean?

"Think about it, Mr. Slade. The kid is clearly younger than you, Slade. There's no such thing as a kid showing up when I was little, is there?

"Ah..."

In Mr. Cannon's words, I realize.

Speaking of which, Mr. Cannon wondered if the cause of the illness might have existed in the past.

If that reasoning is correct, this boy is not the right age. If Mr. Cannon is about a child, this boy would still be about the age of a baby or toddler.

Thus my blade was stopped by Mr. Cannon.