Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Colosseum present in the northern district of the Republic of Kisletin.

Once, as a spectacle, this circular arena, where the battle between slaves and tigers and between slaves was opened like a day in a row, was engulfed in an unusual fervour.

For this day, the Kisletin government had invited Presseo Circus, the most famous miscellaneous troupe in the West, to launch a glorious magic fireworks in the sky with a number of its glorious moves, as well as Calatorial Demon Technician, the magic troupe in the centre of the continent.

But the audience wasn't after them.

Representative of this country, and Yingjie and the famous Ufena Valdez.

And the people came to the land to see his battle.

Just one thing, an unfortunate announcement was made for the audience.

That means you can't see our brilliant Ufena smash the nose of our neighboring Under-Secretary of the Army, rumored to be the strongest in the western part of the continent.

In other words, as a result of the open and fair lottery, Ufena's opponent became a Rhindle countryman who did not know where the horsebone was.

At the moment of the announcement of this sad fact, intense booming was emanating from everywhere in the venue that reached the entrance passage within the colloquium, combining the contestants' refrain.

"Hehe. Apparently you're not welcome to each other, masked brother."

That voice reached my ear as if it were clear in the middle of an unstoppable booming.

As Ain slowly shifted her gaze backwards, she noticed that there was one woman standing there with brown skin.

"Samantha Mirja of Crossveneer, hater in this mock fight just like you"

A woman named Samantha slowly offers her right hand as she walks over to Ain, rattling a circular metal ring on both arms and hips.

But Ain turned to her like that and instead of responding by distorting only a little bit of the exposed mouth from the mask.

"I can't get along... well, I don't seem to be an emotionless doll, so can I just figure that out? Either way, they're treating each other like bait. Let's take it easy."

Samantha laughs karakara and says so in a good tone.

And without showing a bare gesture that I particularly cared about, I stretched lightly once in front of Ain and re-gripped my favorite large circular weapon as it was.

"Well, I'll be there first, masked brother. I'm going to scratch your fate around and cheer you up, so don't complain about how hard it is to do later."

With that in his mouth, Samantha lifts her arms gently and whirls straight through the entrance.

Then the booming earlier changes.

That was because such a luscious beauty, visible in the distance, had competed single-handedly with unfamiliar weapons, and because a red-haired swordsman appeared with a distinctly dangerous scent.

"Hmm, are you the representative of Crossveneer?

Almost at the same time, a red-haired man showed up from the entrance opposite to the venue.

When he turns his narrow eyes to Samantha, he asks.

"Oh. I'm Samantha from Crossveneer. Are you unhappy because they're not Ufenas, and they're women?

"No, that's not true. Unfortunately, you know a lot of scary women when you piss them off."

When the red-haired man says so, he opens his hands to the left and right.

Samantha, who saw such a man's trick, tongued lightly with an invincible grin.

"Shit, that's a shame. As far as I'm concerned, I'm glad you're alert because you're a woman... well, isn't that pointless to expect from Alex Zhu"

"I'm not going to lose respect for anyone I fight with at all times. Unless, of course, you're serious."

"That's exactly what you call a battle freak. Sure, now I hear from Clarice's Under-Secretary of State for the Army, but apparently I'm relieved by the rumors."

It leaks from inside Alex. It's like cold air. Cold intent to kill.

While feeling it directly from the front, Samantha let her lift the right corner of her mouth as she slapped lightly.

Alex, on the other hand, hearing her words like that, smiles bitterly as he exhales lightly.

"Undersecretary...? No, the order is the opposite. I, the swordsman, just happen to be the undersecretary. That's what I mean."

"Ha, well, I kind of get that statement. You're out of your mind."

"Are you out of your mind? Heh, that's fine, too. And then let's try to figure it out through this guy. Guests can't wait either."

With that mouth, slowly Alex pulls his own sword out of his sheath.

That setup with no gaps at all.

With that in his eyes, Samantha accidentally took a breath.

"I see...... Zhu's Reaper. Mostly rumors are exaggerated, but no lies or lies? Ha, funny."

Samantha became aware of a drop of cold sweat flowing down her back.

But betting on her own way of life and her pride in being unreliable, she laughs out of fear. And when I squeezed the circular weapon with the handle inside, I ran out all at once for Alex.

"Hmmm... is this a giant chakram for melee"

A circular weapon whose entire circumference is usually bladed, which is thrown and used.

But Samantha's, it was more than two turns larger than normal, had a handle on the inside, and was customized for melee.

"Even Zhu, who is famous for having extremed his sword, cannot change the shape of his weapon. Now, with that sword, which is no smaller than this one, can you judge my series of attacks!

As if jumping into Alex's nostalgia, Samantha flashes her right hand without straying.

But in advance of her first blow like that, Alex gently hoisted the right corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, fast. That's wonderful."

Alex takes only half a step back at exactly that time when Samantha's blow is released.

And precisely in that next moment, her blow cut the sky at precisely his immediate distance.

"Heh... you're lying. It's only the first blow. But you just figured out how to make this guy right."

Her amazement.

Despite the first blow, it was seen perfectly and sparingly attacked by itself.

Normally, it was a situation that should be taken with a sword that could be lowered significantly at leisure or in hand. Of course, based on the fact that Zhu Yi Shi Gods would go into that action, Samantha was willing to wave a second blow that would return.

However, she was the one who cautioned against counter-attacks and flew down heavily due to being swept away by a single piece of paper, leaving the centre of gravity entirely ahead.

"Your physique, the way your center of gravity moves, and the shape and size of the chakram in your hand. We had plenty of time to predict that trajectory and movement."

"Enough said... Ha, I see. You are, after all, a monster as rumored. But there's no point in having to lose because the monster is the other guy!

The moment he says so, Samantha moves her left hand to her own right ear. And when I got the circular earrings that were on my earlobes, I jumped straight into Alex's time.

"This guy would!

Samantha throws a small chakram with her left hand in the shape of a large earring that was on her right ear at about the same time when she slaps the giant chakram on her right hand to Alex.

"This is... interesting"

Whatever the slaughter of the giant chakram, the throwing attack at close range did not exist in Alex's predictions.

Therefore, he dodges the slaughter as he flies back and forth heavily, as well as slapping off the chakram thrown with his own sword.

At that moment, however, he realizes that three more chakrams were thrown from his eyes on his own without getting into his hair.

"I see, a simultaneous throw between your fingers."

That it was just after waving the sword, and that it was an unexpected pursuit.

They overlapped, so when Alex gave up on preventing them with his sword, he flew halfway to the side.

And the next moment, a scream came out of the audience.

"Shit, did they send you?"

"That's a really unique attack. During the melee, the idea of throwing the weapon you were wearing is great. But let me ask you one thing. The damage will be done to all the audiences behind me, are you sure?

With a slightly troubled look on his face, Alex asks.

The stage they are fighting is dug slightly lower than the surrounding audience seats.

However, the surrounding walls were not that high so that the distance between the passenger seat and the stage was not distant. In other words, if Samantha's small chakram orbit is followed, it will be easy to jump into the guest seat.

"Ha. I just threw it so that it wouldn't hit the audience with a proper angle. But next time you do, there might be an unfortunate audience."

"Hmm... is that a threat? You think something like that would help me?

"Come on, I don't know that. Somehow you're confronting people who say they're demons and reapers. But a regular soldier, including you, wants to dress well."

That was an extremely emotion-suppressive word.

But her eyes go to Alex and she tells him she has nothing to lose.

"Hmm, apparently you don't like regular military personnel...... but that's weird. Aren't you from the army? The representative of this simulation was supposed to be a national soldier."

"Ha, dated yesterday. Until tomorrow, I'm a soldier. Promise me you'll never be in the army again."

"I see, is that a gap in the rules? But it's ironic that military haters can make you military."

"That's why I hate it. You know, the military, the great guy. On the face of it, while dressed up, do all the nasty things behind you and push others to take responsibility at the end of the sentence."

"Well, there's not much denial material, but that's not a reason to involve unrelated citizens."

Alex's tone was perfectly calm.

Samantha vomits and throws away her words while remembering a slight irritation in that completely motionless appearance.

"These are the people who are coming to watch people's lives and deaths mixed with joy. I just had a slightly painful eye, and he deserved it."

"Hmm, that's strange because if you ask me that, I'm going to feel that way. But, hey, is it okay if I touch you?"

"No problem? About what?

"No, because there won't be any damage anyway. As long as you're not an audience and only after me."

"... you flew away earlier, didn't you have good guts? Then take the blame for what you said at best!

With that mouth, Samantha throws a giant chakram on the ground, placing the chakram on her hips between her left and right fingers. And she threw right, left and four pieces in turn for Alex.

Earlier, one and three serial strikes. This time, however, the number was equal to twice that number.

Citizens watching in the audience that hits the rear of Alex rush away in fear of the possibility of Chakram flying in.

On the other hand, unlike such an upsetting guest seat, the person to whom eight small chakrams were directed had a cool face at all.

Alex, of course, and I see through the trajectory of the eight chakrams approaching me, and expect at least two of them to really jump into the audience if I dodge them.

However, such assumptions were also just meaningless to him.

For all chakram was not thrown only at the audience, but at itself.

In other words, if you tried it on him, it meant that all the problems would be solved as long as you took an extremely simple action.

Yes, just two flashes of sword, intercepting just eight chakram, with an easy deal.

"I didn't throw it apart in eight degrees, so the orbit is pretty much the same...? Just a little bit of what I was expecting. Is this a shoulder shake?"

Like nothing at all, Alex flashes his own sword and rips away the first four pieces released from Samantha's right hand. And he shook off the remaining four with a knife to return.

And at the next moment, sixteen semi-circular pieces of garbage, once chakram, pierced the ground.

"Then, silly...... it's impossible to cut four sheets at the same time, and completely evenly..."

"It has to be. This stuff is just like street art. Just like your throw."

"My chakram is street art!

Samantha, who overheard Alex's remarks, turns her face bright red feeling insulted.

But even when that anger was turned on, Alex just laughed bitterly.

"Yeah. The Presseo Circus people were showing off their various skills earlier, weren't they? I'm oblivious to acrobatics and stuff, but throwing just like this is just acrobatics. Honestly, you won't be able to use it on the battlefield. Despite this, the fact that we quickly tailored you to the military means that Crossveneer is apparently understaffed."

"Then don't be ridiculous! I couldn't prevent this move from anyone in the army."

"No, I have trouble using your army as a yardstick. At least there are two more humans who can easily prevent such acrobatics, even in our country, which is also plagued by a shortage of talent… now there is one, because there are others"

"Damn it, you're kidding me!

The moment he shouted so, Samantha held the chakram he was preparing for in his arms without straying, and threw it with all her might.

"Hmm, you don't seem to have the art hidden anymore. Now, let's say I show you one piece of art, too, thanks for showing me something interesting."

Alex says so with the impending chakram in front of him, showing no movement at all. And as it was, he flashed his sword in a slightly different orbit than earlier, forcefully pointing that orbit towards the sky.

The sight was exactly equal to a nightmare for Samantha.

Once, twice, three times...... all of the chakram she threw one after the other was almost equally launched overhead, one after the other, due to the cool looking bucket in front of her.

"Oh... have you thrown everything off yet?

Alex laughs invincibly when he says so.

Samantha, on the other hand, who ran out of all the chakram, couldn't help but tremble its mouth at the unlikely events that had taken place in front of her.

"Oh, no... Impossible..."

"Ha, you seem surprised and above all. But now it's just a sword attack. So it's about time."

That's what he says, and Alex sticks his own sword straight to heaven.

Then the next moment, Chakram, who had just launched into heaven, fell.

It's also in a way that fits into his sword one after the other, as if targeting a wheel-throwing pin.

As soon as possible, the folks in the audience, who had so far admired and watched the trend between the two, became too completely quiet with amazement and admiration for that skill of the unusual Zhu Death God.

"That's crazy. I thought it was something you'd all be happy to cheer up..."

"Ha... I know. The customers' feelings. If my chakram is street art, you're just a devil's move. It's too standard to even laugh."

"Really? Hmm, I've been told by my friends in cadet school that I don't have a sense of humor... but the art of showing people is still quite difficult."

When he said so, he gently waved his sword and threw Chakram to the ground, leaving Alex breathing out a loud sigh once.

"I don't know what kind of people they are, but I feel sorry for your friends. But I've been cocked so far, and even if I were you, I'd just back off."

"Oh, hey, you better not be moving now,"

With his own pride, he tried to fly to Alex precisely at that moment, when suddenly a voice of restraint was released from Alex's mouth.

And at the next moment, an object falling faster than the sky, blurring Samantha's nose tip, pierces the ground.

Samantha gently strokes her nose tip with her left index finger as she draws her expression. There was only a little bit of red liquid.

"Hmm, did I hit it? I was going to try not to hit you too hard. Well, is it something like reflection that I couldn't read all of your behavior? If you're a friend of mine, you're about to tell me that you should be able to guide them, not read their behavior."

Alex sees the fall of Chakram, who was launching into only one other orbit, and unfortunately speaks that way.

Samantha, who overheard his words and actions, no longer had the courage to step forward toward the red-haired reaper in front of her.

"The character...... no, the dimensions are too different. I admit it, this is my loss."

A mock fight that was expected to be a bloody death fight.

The first game was thus to see a settlement only with one scratch on the head of the nose.