I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

"Begin"

With the ringing, the first trial begins.

Forgive me.

With the signals of initiation, the youth, while apologizing in their hearts, step in greatly.

From the time I was a boy, the big wife took care of me.

I'm sorry for my old girlfriend, but this is a battle. Let them decide on the battle at once, even if it's a little rough.

But the young man was oblivious. That they are the "strongest dojo".

And the youth didn't know. The Grand Mistress once served as a practice partner for the dojo owners and the high brothers.

Like now, when there was no other dojo.

Until then, we continued to serve as opponents for all the years, from morning to evening, on the days to come and the days to come.

A being to be called a natural enemy who knows how to fight this genre from the back. Undisputed, it was the "strongest dojo".

(Strong! Too strong!

Young people are hunted down.

A lightning sword that captures steep points continuously from the rotation of the word "of". Even with that, I don't feel I've done any decent damage.

Manage to shake off the embrace and keep your distance.

The way the Grand Mistress fought, she was extremely miserable.

It's like a giant pig ramming around.

Many of the porters missed or closed their eyes unbearably.

"It doesn't work."

In the words of the Grand Mistress, the young man's heart breaks.

But I'm not going to give up.

Defeat here means losing a lover.

(... incomplete, but have to do it)

It's a technique that I've secretly developed and kept warming ever since I turned it into a continuous punch.

There is a lot of strain on the flesh and I have never used anything other than bareback.

The young man breathes heavily and jumps into the wall of meat.

(Five in a row!

Shoot through the Grand Ma'am 's steeple and leave.

At the same time, the Grand Mistress had an unprecedented reaction.

(It's working!

A glimmer of light runs into a world that was dark.

If we keep poking at this light, maybe we can get rid of this darkness.

But the five-pronged punch was sure to do damage to the youth as well.

(Chuckles)

My spine twitches and dull pain runs.

If it's any more dangerous, I can see my body issuing warnings.

(... I'll do it)

Youth make up their minds.

You only get to take the test once, and there's no next time.

The only way for a young man to get her is to win this fight.

(Five in a row!

The young man releases again.

A three-dimensional helical orbit flies away, which in two dimensions appears to be the letter "of".

As a matter of fact, the triple penetration was also causing damage to Ooko-san.

Before this move, which could be described as the evolutionary form of the genre, he could not remain calm, even though he was a great wife.

But while thorough and praised for its own role as a wall of trials, it hides the joy of a woman who will taste it for a long time.

However, the penetration of the fifth series punched through the patience of the great master.

The spots, zones, organs and all of them dotted everywhere are poked at with the right pressure, and the giant of the Grand Mistress rumbles out.

(Five in a row!

Squeeze, jump, and poke your swinging chest or ass around.

Adrenaline effect or the pain is temporarily relieved. But everywhere in my body, I heard something hanging up.

But you can't stop.

The Grand Mistress is uplifting her face bright red and trembling like a furious giant elephant.

We're almost there.

In addition, it unleashes a five-series penetration.

You crossed the limit of paralysis, the pain began to return.

The muscles and muscles throughout the body cause severe pain enough to deprive you of consciousness.

"Um ooh!"

Whether she is a mad giant cow or a hurtful rampant elephant, the Grand Mistress roars and turns to herself.

(Five in a row!

Jump into the nostalgia and unleash a poke.

Immediate departure.

A thick, short arm of the Grand Mistress passes through the place where she was on the verge.

If you get caught by that one, you won't get away with it. Literally, it's a death embrace.

(Have you decided?

There was something strange about the condition of the Grand Mistress.

The arm that was swinging like crazy, stops perfectly. Then he opens his mouth wide and wide, and exposes his gums full of gaps to the eyes.

"Bumore aaaaaaa!"

The Grand Mistress trembled the air with such heavy bass that the inner walls of the dojo peeled apart. And finally, he collapses from his knees and sinks into a landslide to the floor.

The roar now is an unmistakable disconnect.

And he lay down on the ground, and was reminded of an elephant that had come from countless lions, and bowed his knees.

"... That's it, there's a battle"

Dojo owners tell the youth victory pale.

But a young man can't get up on one knee.

It's about the moment you unleashed your last thrust, kicked the floor, and left. On the young man's back, the thick string was cut.

Without one voice standing and one movement, the youth is carried by the gatekeepers.

The dojo owner didn't change one look at the look on his face, he just stared.

"Spinal fracture"

That was the diagnosis given to the youth.

I am told that it is quite serious and will not be completely undone.

"With high therapeutic magic, some recovery is expected"

It's the local healer's word.

And even if it's high-end therapeutic magic, they don't want it fully healed.

There are no high-ranking users in the countryside where young people live. And I didn't have the economic power to pay for it.

After a month of rehabilitation, the young man, who has managed to walk, disappears from his hometown.

He traveled to achieve a second trial.

Winning a world-renowned tournament.

Specifically, he won the A-level tournament.

(If you have your own power, it's not that hard)

The youth initially thought so.

There is a lot of respite for the two-year deadline.

But the young man, who did not know the world, immediately perceives the harshness of reality.

(I can't even grab a clue to the appearance)

Previously, he was invited to qualify for the Class C Games. That's not it now.

For the first time, young people realize the value of a dojo sign.

Dojo is only receiving the benefits of his activities. That's what I've been thinking lately, but it was only because of the sign.

(Thoughts abound)

Now that I don't get the Dojo frame of appearance, the only person standing here was just an anonymous young man.

(I didn't even know you'd pay to compete in a grass tournament)

Make the prize money at the local tournament a travel expense. Such sweet thoughts are crushed on the third day out of home.

At the end of the day, the youth had no choice but to sniff out at the grass tournament while making a name for themselves at the day job.

Youth frustration still persists.

(My body won't cut back)

The regional tournament, where he finally got the right to compete with his thoughts, the young man was plagued by the fierce spinal pain he visited from time to time.

The result is a loss in the semifinals, targeted at a moment of stiffness in pain.

(as long as your body is in good shape)

Affordable accommodation at the end of the day, on its bed, the youth weep in tears.

In such a case, two years and so on will soon pass.

With a big bomb on his back, the young man kept crying.

Eventually a year and a half goes by.

The young man managed to reconcile himself with his body and, deceiving, continued to fight.

I have had spinal pain and I have been unable to move in the game field a few times.

Every time I lost my chance, I went back to shaking it out.

Such a young man gets some news.

My child was born?

On the night before the first trial, she was allowed to spend time with me.

Safe childbirth, now with the baby, he said, awaiting the return of the youth.

(I want to see you)

A burning thought springs up in the mind of a young man.

(Win, win, go see him)

The hotter fighting spirit than ever moves the youth.

And stay passionate and win a regional tournament.

(Before this tournament, which I kept winning, there is the divine match of God of Commerce)

It's an A-level tournament with no complaints.

And from the time left, it can also be said to be the last opportunity to accomplish the trials.

The youth finally gained the right to compete in the divine game, blessed with a divine temper and slight but fortunate luck.

The old story is over, and the timeline returns to the present.

The stepped attack was taken and Lightning caught.

I can't leave with a single blow.

(Let go!)

Lightning leans back, but her hands and legs capture him tightly and don't let him go.

She approaches lightning like a spider, or like a kamakiri.

(Shit oh)

And Lightning was swallowed.

(Holy shit! This oh!)

Lightning continues to wield lightning swords, even as they are captured.

It sounds creepy but doesn't feel like it did any damage.

Her, overwhelming defense and endurance stand up.

It has come with such awe-inspiring horrors as you feel when you put a giant waterfall, or a giant building in front of you.

(... Win!

My wife and my son, who I haven't seen yet, float in the back of my brain.

Lightning gambled on everything he had.

(Five in a row!

I'll never use it again, release the moves I've been thinking about.

My back spun up, and at the same time, a fierce load began to hang on my spine.

Lightning distorts his face in agony, while still not stopping the move from activating.

If you can't win, if you can't see your wife anymore, then life after that doesn't mean anything. He thinks so.

(Sink!

At that moment, a creepy breaking noise sounds on my back. The sharp pain that came two moments late makes my vision white.

……

In despair, Lightning muttered his wife's name and lost consciousness.

I'm on the podium now.

I thought I lost, but they said the last five series of pokes played their part, and the opponent was sinking at the same time.

As a result of the draw, I won the men's club.

It's not in the form of winning and winning, but I don't care about that. The winner is the winner. Now I can get my wife back.

(Nevertheless, it was a strange dream)

In my dreams, a man in a gold mask appeared before me.

A mask with a helpful expression to see, under a long stretched nose, in the eyes lowered to.

The man treats me with magic and tells me this is okay.

If I checked, the pain would have disappeared from my spine, which should have broken.

I realize that, and I'm just surprised and happy, I wake up.

(It's a dream I've had many times)

Your body heals, rejoices, and wakes up.

Later in the dream, it's always the same.

And after I wake up, I reaffirm my painful flesh, which remains the same at all, and sinks into disillusionment.

This has happened over and over again over the past two years.

That was supposed to happen.

(but not this time)

I tried to move a little, but it's not a problem at all. Hard to believe, but in much better shape than before.

Wasn't that a dream, was it a reality?

If it was real, who the hell is it?

Is it God or Satan, or lurking in the world of men, beyond human intelligence?

The doubts are endless. But another thought that springs up pushes it into the corner.

(We'll think about that later)

Quick, I want to see my wife, and my kids.

Even though this tournament hasn't closed yet, I keep thinking about it.

After getting off the podium, take a deep breath repeatedly to calm your feelings.

And I waited for the innocent girl to take the stage to serve as the winner.

A small town can be seen in a murderous plain where only grass grows.

Due to the scarcity of water resources, cultivated land is narrow. Only then could it be seen that it was not a rich town.

But this is the landscape that Lightning kept wanting.

(Came home)

My chest will be full.

I managed to catch tears and reached the entrance to the town.

Several people who saw him run out loud to the back of town.

The others gathered around him and hung the words of blessing and labor.

It's a small town.

All residents know the story of Lightning's dojo.

And he achieved a brilliant trial.

The inhabitants draw their hand, and one woman rushes in. In its arms, a young toddler was still held.

I've dreamed about it many times, with my wife, with my children.

The two of them often stare.

"... I'm home"

"... Welcome home"

That's all the words that came out, but together, we have a feeling of universality.

I hold my first child in my rough chest.

Can you tell with your own father, he's mumbling, he's quiet?

From Lightning's eyes, tears abound and his cheeks are transmitted.

A tear falling from my father's jaw hits the toddler's face. I guess that's just uncomfortable, I started crying grandiously.

Everyone watching also moves as if the bondage had been broken.

We laughed at each other, exchanged words, and gave up toddlers.

Lightning is then led to the dojo.

Undress the trip, get dressed for the road, sit in the front seat and wait.

Not so much, the master, the dojo owner, showed up.

"I heard you had a trial,"

The look on the face of the dojo owner is hard and cold, just like when he sent out Lightning nearly two years ago.

Lightning presents the Dojo owner with an award showing his victory in the Divine Match.

The dojo owner who received it took the time to confirm.

"Fine. Now you're the official Lord here. I also approve of marrying my grandson."

Speak in a quiet voice.

Lightning, thank you, lowered his head deeply.

The dojo keeps his words going as he sees how it goes.

"... I guess I resent you"

The voice turns into something weak.

Lightning raised his head, stared firmly into its eyes, and replied.

"No, that's not true."

In this trial, I realized, learned, and was able to grow.

I knew what it meant to carry a dojo, and I was ready for it.

Lightning tells the dojo owner how he feels now.

After listening, the dojo owner started to sneeze his face and cry.

"I knew very well how hard this trial was."

I won't stop whimpering.

But I inherited it from my predecessors, so I must inherit it it.

Dojo owners cover their faces with their hands.

"Even if it's a flying dojo, it's a tradition to follow."

See how it goes, Lightning guesses. Why the heirs are the husbands of their granddaughters, not sons or daughters.

And be prepared.

You must give yourself the same test when you give up your seat.

Imagine that time and for the first time realize the feeling of a dojo owner.

How you were feeling in the two years after giving you the trials.

"... sorry to keep you waiting"

Hearing the words, the dojo owner looks up. I realized that Lightning had come to my senses.

"Compared to you and your grandchildren, not so much."

So the dojo owner finally smiled.

"From now on, you're the dojo owner. I want you here, and my grandson."

Lightning is powerful, nodding from the bottom of my heart.

"I'll take care of it"

And Lightning's life as a dojo begins.

(First, I need to get the last two years back)

I was making my wife and son feel lonely. I wanted to fill that hole at all.

But he hasn't noticed yet.

Staring at him from the shadows, in the hot gaze of the great lady and the occasional sweet sigh of leakage.

The Big Mistress' body never forgot the taste of lightning.

Come on, Lightning.

Don't lose, Lightning.

The battle of Lightning is yet to come.