Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

I was going through a cave in the horizontal cave, and I got to the rampage.

"Is this the obsession point?"

The destination we reached was the end of the cave.

Unlike the narrow passages so far, the ceiling is suddenly high and there is about ten tatami of space.

Out of nowhere is the sound of groundwater flowing, forming a quiet yet strange space.

"Is this Shintoi?"

At the far back of the hall was a pedestal with people's hands on it.

Where the offering was dedicated here in the Miyagi story.

Now it is only scraped with nothing and the stone table is placed.

My own relatives said it was around this stone table that I saw the spirit of the demon knife.

"Do you still have a demon knife?"

Check the cave with a flashlight, but there are no demon sword-like shadows that I heard rumors about.

"You didn't look like me."

I am a realist who does not believe in strange spiritual phenomena at all.

Anyway, I was concerned about rumors about the spirit of the demon knife I heard about being a relative, and I've gotten to this point.

I can't explain it well in words, but when I heard the rumor, I felt something.

But I would have missed that too.

"Let's go back to the inn."

My original purpose is a summer vacation across the basin and a mountain tour I used.

I was going to use the famous mountain above this spiritual hole as a starting point to indulge in nature while spending the night in the mountains sometime.

Suppose this is the survival camp you call it, and you will be ready to go back to your accommodation tonight.

"Well... n"

It was then.

I'm trying to get to the exit corridor, and I sense something.

(What are the signs of this scourge...)

When I feel signs of zombies and disgust on my spine, I send a warning signal all over my body.

Activate the five senses fully to be alert in the dim cave just illuminated by a flashlight.

(Bear or... person... no, you're not...)

When it comes to dangers that are realistically behind mountains like this, there are only people or wild beasts.

But neither of these evil signs were true.

(This is... what...)

Raised by my parents, who call themselves adventurers, I was brought around in nature all over the world from an early age.

There have been secret tours out of common sense, but I have only a little more experience than normal.

Those who emit this dangerous sign to compare were neither madmen nor carnivores.

Concentrate on the five senses and explore the invisible "something”.

And I notice some position.

"It's you. This sign… who is the killer?"

I ask the "shadow” at the end of my gaze.

It was the entrance and exit of the passage leading to the exit of the cave.

(Is this the rumored demon knife...)

Soon there was a Japanese knife in that place where no one was supposed to have been.

A brilliant blade-printed knife, but a demonic knife emitting demonic light floats in the air.

And as I react to my voice, the suspicious light gradually grows and forms a shadow.

(man... no samurai... here it is...)

Calmly analyze the sudden appearance of the shadow.

It was an incredible phenomenon, but it is true that it is actually happening in front of us.

It was one samurai who showed up.

I was trapped in a cave by a samurai armed with a demon knife and armor.

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In about ten tatami caves, I was confronted with things that would be armed demons (yawning).

"Who is it? Let's get you out of the way."

I don't like futile strife, I speak for the thing.

Because of the signs of the scourge, there is a possibility that you are not a person.

Modern Japanese is unlikely to speak, but this one tells them that they are not willing to actively contend.

…………

But the samurai in armor just stare silently.

I can't even read your expression because you're wearing your head around your helmet in the dark.

It can be inferred that he is Japanese from his eye-to-nose standings.

The armor covering the entire body was based on Japanese armor, but also mixed with medieval elements.

(Japanese…… youth……)

Will I be just a little older than myself?

He also looks like an oriental young man coupled with Japanese compromise gear.

But the suspicious glance under his helmet even proved that this samurai was not human.

"I have no will to dispute this one. Let me go home."

I don't like futile strife.

And to get out of the cave, I just have to walk down the narrow aisle right next to this samurai.

I represent myself as unarmed and slowly try to walk away from this space.

He may be a spiritual opponent, but without interrupting that sleep.

And I took a step forward, it was the next moment.

"Damn!?

At the same time as he was murderous, I felt an unpleasant sign, retreating backwards.

At the same time, a flash of red muscle ran and hit me in front of me.

Inevitably my own forehead slashed falls to the ground.

"Swordsmanship... it's also practical"

It was the sharp demon knife blade tip that struck me.

Soon a demon knife was pulled from the back of a samurai, trying to slash and tear my steeple.

Terrible murder swordsmanship with no preliminary motion whatsoever, completely different from the modern swordsmanship of the dojo.

This opponent is seriously trying to take my life.

"You're not gonna let me get away with this? Then I won't give you any credit either."

Take a distance outside the range of the demon knife.

And at the same time as I said it off, I threw (very nice) the stone that was rolling at my feet with no motion.

The large stone of the cobwebs, thrown without any reduction, bursts into the face of the samurai at speeds exceeding 120 kilometres.

It was an ambush that could never be prevented in this dim, narrow indoor.

…………

But my stone-throwing attack was prevented by the samurai's left arm.

He reacted with an incredible reflex nerve and guarded it with the iron armor part of his arm.

(Did you prevent me from throwing stones...)

For a short period of time, my sphere speed exceeds 100 kilometers when I was enrolled in the baseball club.

If it is a stone thrower of all means, even a little block wall will be crushed.

The samurai guarded that completely with one arm, as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps a gift that has passed through many dead places.

(But you mean there's an entity... and it can do damage...)

I guessed from those series of reactions.

that a physical attack leads to this samurai.

From the actions that reflexively prevented the stone-throwing attack on the face, it was possible to confirm that the damage to the flesh was effective.

It is unclear and suspicious, but this samurai has an entity.

"If so..."

Finish a series of reflections and your operation will be decided.

I took a deep, deep breath. I drain my whole body.

I have no arms whatsoever in me right now, and only this flesh can count on me.

Against a fully armed samurai, I use all the moves I can hold.

"Yuku..."

I make up my mind, I walk out slowly.

Heading straight from the front against a samurai with a suspiciously glowing demon knife.

It would be a foolishness that would also appear to be suicidal from around.

………………

But the samurai couldn't move.

Until recently, he couldn't help but slash me with completely different signs.

A young martial artist, a fierce warrior, hesitates (chuckles) at a modern-day man who may not have a good hegemony

But... the silence won't last long either.

Enough for one strong man to put in this narrow space to win.

Peany air, which also seems to be a battlefield, dominates the field.

"Nan (Kusunoki) Mountain Man (Yamato)......"

"... Nan... the soldier's right guard..."

For the first time, they reacted to my name.

The light beneath the helmet, which until earlier was suspicious, turns into a strong glow of will.

The soul of the samurai, which was bound by an incredible force, was liberated in a moment (a crucible) in reaction to my words.

And at the same time, the demon knife is released at once.

With an even more invisible sword speed than earlier, the samurai's sword struck me.

Just look at the movement and you'll see a glimpse of this opponent building up a bloody strenuous workout and creeping through the dead.

A special sword that never touches anyone who has grown up in modern Japan.

"But... I don't know about this move!

But I can't die easily.

Answer wholeheartedly the opponent who has carried out the sword with his whole body.

I move out with the voice of temper.

The blade tip of the sword, which was imminent in front of him, is nearly half-baked.

The timing of the moment when there is also the possibility of instant death if you make a mistake.

But I struck out betting on one or eight.

I carry my opponent's knife shaken down from the upper level, and my arm joints extremely.

"It's a combination of temperament, jujitsu, and modern mechanics... don't feel bad"

I slammed every armor from head to rock skin at once.

I snap toward a warrior restrained and powerless on the ground.

A hands-on throwing technique determined at the perfect time.

This was one of the moves that my parents, who called themselves adventurers, had knocked me in from a young age.

It is a throwing technique that uses the power of the opponent and is friendly if it is a person type with an entity.

There was also a handless move called "Armor Strike” during the Warring States.

But this throwing technique, which combines modern mechanics with jujitsu, would also seem magical to a samurai.

It was my critical reverse victory, rolling out an unknown counter move of the opponent.

"Sorry."

Remove a suspiciously glowing Japanese sword from the hand of a samurai who has stopped throwing and beating.

At first glance it was a knife that also looked like a demon knife, but it was an industry until it was brilliant.

There may be other armaments such as small knives.

But they will not be able to be used in this state of restraint on the ground.

Full-body armor is highly defensive, but if it is assembled in this way, it is its weight that makes you suffer the opposite.

"Brilliant... Lord Mountain Man..."

The samurai who just named Nan (Kusu Noriki) soldier Right-Men (Hidan) has honored me with a voice that is about to disappear.

Similar to its disappearing voice, the hands and feet of the soldier's right guard (Hidaemon) gradually disappear into the air into small dust (dust).

It is as if it disappears into heaven because of its loss.

"Who are you?"

Perhaps this young samurai will soon disappear from the world.

The last moment of the one who left behind the legend of the demon knife.

Before disappearing, I felt I had to hear the words of the soldier's right guard.

"The Awkward is the Three Sons of the Nan Family of the Land Back Country who lived on the astronomical calendar......"

From there, the soldier's right guard speaks quietly.

that he is a samurai born in the Northeast region in an age when he is called a warring nation.

That it was dawn in battle for the Lord.

But one day he stood in a strange exotic land at the same time as he was engulfed in a dazzling light.

Master Leopard Wemon.

He said that he had given him unparalleled force there and had done his best for the weak people who lived in the land.

The Japanese-style armor and demon knife that we are equipping now have also been made by the blacksmiths of the land known as the Mountain Hole Clan.

But before he reached his life expectancy, he says he killed to protect his people from a crowd of inhumane beasts.

"The soul of an awkward man scattered in an exotic land could not form a Buddha on the other side..."

The soul of the dead soldier Right Guard was drifting in this spiritual hole in his hometown.

Only those who occasionally visit here who are even closer in blood were hardly able to reach their voices.

I can hear from that word that my blood muscles are apparently related.

"And I'm here... is that why"

"It is so... Mountain Man Hall..."

The soldier right guard (Hiemon) was born in the land of Japan, where he wanted to become a Buddha by fighting the strong and scattering.

Now that I have defeated him, he says his wish is fulfilled, and this is how he is dust and buddha.

The long-standing bondage of the soul tries to be broken.

"Buddha in peace"

"Thank you... my descendants..."

"Oh... sleep in peace... my ancestral samurai."

In exchange of words... the soldier's right guard (Hidaemon) disappeared completely dust.

A gentle breeze blows from nowhere, and the dust is carried out of the cave.

It will be the moment when, beyond a long time, the samurai can finally return to the land that is their home.

There comes silence as if the earlier fierce battles were illusions.

"That was a strange phenomenon..."

It's all over. I'm out of the spirit hole.

The cicada, which had stopped ringing, was ringing loudly again.

"Oh man... you were"

I am the unbelievable type of psychic strange phenomenon.

I believed that there was always a cause for all phenomena and that there was nothing I could not figure out.

"With the warring nations... the soldier's right guard (Hidaemon) who has survived with all his might in the exotic and doable lands. Let's say that the phenomenon caused by that soul…"

This time it is a phenomenon that modern science cannot elucidate.

But that's how I figured it out in my mind.

I'm sure it's a phenomenon no one will believe.

(But I'm the soldier's right guard... I'll never forget your hot soul...)

The strange time is over and I return to the usual modern Japanese world of time.

There were still a few days of summer vacation left across the basin from today.

I am fully equipped and will enjoy climbing (survival), my only hobby, starting tomorrow.

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Then a few days later, I was climbing in a dazzling light.

(Where am I...?

I stood in a strange forest when I noticed.

I was on my way to climbing a mountain locally until earlier. Famous Mountain, familiar from a young age and climbing several times.

That was getting lost in the woods surrounded by strange plants and trees.

"So this is a different world..."

A world unlike the Earth, where two moons float in the sky if you look up.

I've come to a different world called the other.

And I wanted to be aware of that.

To the continent, where his ancestors, Nan (Kusu Noriki) soldier right guard (Hiemon), had been transferring in the past, the same place there.

"Well... let's say we go"

I, Yamato, decide to live in another world.

I don't know what the cause is.

But thus was the chosen fate.