Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

Then the knights around him blurted out.

Something like going out of your way to ride an enemy invitation and hang out with a single hit. Shouldn't we be surrounded and put to rest?

"That's a loud noise"

You want to change places? And I asked Zagart.

The troll of the giant man remains silent and shakes his head to the side.

He claims he doesn't mind being here.

Next to the noisy people who don't want to besiege themselves, I believe I would keep my one-horse vow.

How can you trust me so much when you first met me?

I don't know why.

Still, I felt like I got through to Zagato in some deep part.

"Don't worry. I won't let the wild horses get in the way."

I told the knights around me I didn't need a hand.

You thought you were drunk in a squarely grand battle, and the men shut their mouths as they looked spiralling and laughing.

The area is surrounded by silence.

Was Zagart satisfied,

"Thank you"

I said briefly.

That was enough.

From here on out, you don't need words.

Time for a pure struggle, a warrior's honeymoon that speaks with a blade and a blade.

When I put the light sword in the middle, I slowly closed my leg, which was open.

To prevent you from hurting your own body.

It is the story of a time when we had only just come to another world.

I slaughtered my enemies at my mercy and hurt my left inner leg with a swept blade several times.

I recall my father writing in his epoch novel that this was a hema that young soldiers often soften.

He said it was a self-inflicted accident common in recruits.

Then what can we do to prevent that, if we are in the orbit of a sword, from getting our own hands and feet in?

Naturally, it no longer means moving around in a crotch mood, it becomes like a kendo setup.

Is it something that settles into this form if you keep fighting with a sword that specializes in amputation?

Has the blood of the Japanese flowing in me again derived this structure?

I'm not sure why.

The only thing I'm sure of is that I haven't lost since I learned how to carry this body.

I'll shake my wrist in small pieces and I'll see when it's time to step in.

Every loose movement aids me in taking the count in my head.

Then the swinging tip has the effect of disturbing the opponent's concentration.

I can see Zagato's gaze now following the tip of the light sword.

My own swordsmanship, mixed with my native swordsmanship that lingers in my memory, with my honed experience in action.

I want to go back to Japan. I don't want to die. It was a sad technology, reflecting such thirst.

The opposing Zagato must have tremendous confidence in his physique and muscle strength, a tattooed structure.

He opens his legs wide and steps firmly on the earth of his homeland.

Everything's the opposite.

With that in mind, I kicked the ground.

This is not Mother Earth or anything. You're my mother-in-law, so don't hesitate to kick his ass.

Beg, I exhaled briefly as I heard my feet snap.

"- Huh."

Flashing temper, I pay my sword to the horizontal giraffe.

At the same time, Zagato's battle axe is waved down.

Light sword blades produced by magic have no mass.

Unless you are similarly enchanted, impending is impossible.

The object that touches this sword, whatever it is, is cut off.

"... no!

I saw Zagato's axe cut in two.

This must be the first time you've ever fought an opponent with sacred sword skills.

I can't seem to hide my surprise in the cleavage of tearing even a steel battle axe.

For just a moment, the enemy is being held hostage.

- Good opportunity.

I continued to cut my sword from bottom to top and let go of the chase.

But the opponent is also an armed warrior.

He showed an agile movement on his thick body and was dodged on a piece of paper.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

Zagart slammed the missing axe to the ground as he raised his beastly growl.

The shock shakes my feet and disfigures me.

Not a bad hand.

How dare his axe be as tall as a person.

Even if it ruins its performance as a blade, it still functions as a blunt instrument.

If you hit the ground with the idiotic power of a troll, you could even trigger a little earthquake.

Zagato has challenged me to a deadly assault.

The axe is still swinging overhead. I guess you're going to slap him in the brain.

His attacks often swing down from top to bottom.

The weight of the weapon, the gravity of this world, is the way to fight it.

It was a way I couldn't imitate it.

My body is never big. Formerly a luxurious skeleton, it brings together acquired muscles. So I finally got the stature of a warrior in the crowd.

I'm sure my innate qualities weren't warriors or anything.

A body made for peace somewhere in Japan, it does summon brave men.

I was born elsewhere that is not here, and I am made to live a different way from my original aptitude.

I am not blessed by this world. He is a cursed adopted son, neglected by his mother's earth.

That's why I defy.

As opposed to gravity. I just need help with something like that.

Shake up a sword of light with no mass, from bottom to top.

It's a sword move that shouldn't exist in this world, faster than anything else...

Faster than Zagato's axe falling from the top.

Quickly.

Quickly.

Quickly...!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

The moment me and Zagart crossed, the sword turned down the meat, there was a definite feeling.

Turn quietly back as you regain your sword.

From what I could see, Zagart's arms were severed from his elbow down and rolled to his feet with his axe in his grip.

"... brilliant"

The troll of the giant broke his knee.

We've decided to win or lose.

Before the duel started, this guy said.

If you lose, then do as you please.

I looked Zagart in the eye and tried to read his emotions.

But I can't see out of my yellow, cloudy eyes, neither can I fear nor give up. No one knows what this man is thinking.

"... kill it"

Someone shrugged when I was lost in Zagart's treatment.

He was one of the knights watching us fight.

"Kill me, Lord Brave."

They're cannibals.

"Kill him!... Kill him!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.

Surrounding a sub who has lost his will, countless knights kill him. Repeat call.

That was an unusual sight.

The great chorus of hate and resentment.

"... you eat humans too?

Zagart replied "Oh" to my question.

"That's how we're made. You can't survive this winter without eating people's meat."

Then it is the natural enemy of mankind. There's no reason to keep him alive.

But this guy expected me as a samurai, and he played a grand ride to show me.

He is the only man who confronted the great army to protect his compatriots' nest holes.

I...

My choice.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him! If Lord Brave doesn't do it, I will!

Zagart nodded quietly, and laughed.

"Ask for me. Leaving you alive will make you worse off."

"... why were you born into a troll or something? If you're human, how much you've been saved."

"You're the one, why were you born human?

... Must be.

How can this always happen, I snapped Zagart's neck, grinning bitterly.

The knights cheered and the troll hero turned into an unspeakable corpse.

There was also another moment in me when something died.

Every time I defeat a demon, I become a little different myself.

My heart, which was Keisuke Nakamoto, is repainted by a brave man with no personality.

Elsa.

I want to see Elsa.

If I don't hold him in this arm again, I can't stay human.