The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

When Ami went up to the game field, she cheered like no other when she was Senior Francesca.

One win, two losses.

Occasion that if Ami seems to lose here, winning or losing will be decided. It is Ami, one of the heroes, who fights there. There's no way I'm not thrilled.

Turning his gaze upwards where there was a guest seat, he had a face from the balcony and a face of a knit watching the game.

I can't hear you, but I can tell from the way it looks that you would be rooting for Ami.

"Can Aya win?"

"Well, I don't think it's a problem."

That's what I've heard, except for me and Ami, senior Francesca, who's won every game.

Dada doesn't seem to be the one traveling with Brother Lotus, and from the students at the college, he's a lot more level. World War I and World War II are beating professional adventurers even though they were licked, so I guess their strength is real.

Well, even if me and Ami win, we can't win until someone else wins, so I'm honestly helping.

Its senior Francesca. Looks like the damage in the earlier game is still there, walking a little flirtatious. Hi, it's dangerous to watch.

"More than that, are you okay? You should still sit down and rest."

"Huh... does that look like it?

"That's it already"

Whatever it is, it's not a solid footprint.

It's too much to blast the air at close range, no matter how low Francesca seniors' magic power is. If you do poorly, it is an attack that is not strange if your tympanic membrane is torn.

Instead, I'd say you're lucky you only had to do damage and faint.

I didn't teach you how to fight like that at the School of Magic. Where the hell did you learn that?

"Ami will be fine. Because I will definitely win."

"Huh?"

There's not even a glimmer of doubt there.

Sometimes it's because Ami is the man on the side who has been summoned from the same different world as us, or because she is the world's highest sorcerer known as the Great Mage.

And more importantly, I know that the word 'absolutely' doesn't exist.

No matter how advantageous this one is, trivial things change the war situation. Despair, right next to it, always exists.

But more importantly.

We are people on the side called 'Heroes'.

A human being called a 'hero' must not lose. Absolutely.

'Heroes', which must be a man's hope, must absolutely prevail.

Absolutely no such thing exists. But we have to win.

... that's what we are.

Sometimes they say it's hard to think too much, but I think that's what they call 'heroes'.

Well, the way heroes think, people will each.

"Watch better than that."

That said, turn your gaze to the playing field.

Ami only has one oak wand in her hand that is just a slice of a stick.

The opposing opponent has one fine long sword, even though the blade is crushed. Does the sword, which would have been prepared by the competition operator, become familiar with the hand often, and the opponent's athlete seems to be very easy to fight.

There is also a slight peek of confidence in the expression. Although the opponent is Ami, the sorcerer. You think if you can get close, you can get a machete. That's the look on your face.

"Maybe you'll learn a lot."

In my head, the 'voice' of sorcery sounds. The other player and Ami's introduction began.

The opponent looks like a swordsman named there in the college. One older than us, he has experience as an adventurer, like Senior Francesca.

He seems confident in sword moves because he is not out of the nobility.

Ami against is a Great Demon mentor who piles drills at the School of Magic.

He is one of the 'heroes' who crusaded the demon gods and the best magician in the world.

Those two face each other on the playing field. One is a steel sword with a crushed blade. One is an oak wand that only looks like a stick of wood.

Perhaps Senior Francesca's question earlier was about the difference in weapons. Because I couldn't get the sword in the short sword, Ami would struggle as well.

"Here we go."

That's about the same time I say that, and the magic 'voice' announces the start of the game.

The swordsman crushes the distance first, as a basic when confronted with a sorcerer. To interfere with the activation of sorcery.

Magic is manifested by the user's imagination. First, then, it is a stone to approach and apply heavy pressure (pressure) to disturb thoughts, as magicians cannot imagine.

That would certainly be an effective means for a concurrent sorcerer.

The role of magicians in this world is the same as that of cannons. Powerful ranged attack from a long range, blowing up enemy groups. Speaking of the best job for a magician required on the battlefield, that would be it.

Next, work with a melee like a swordsman to knock magic into your enemies while they hold you back.

Either way, there is a strong image of 'magicians are to be protected by proximity positions'.

In that sense, Ami does not fit into the magicians of this world. A new type of magician. That's why they call me The Great Mage.

Well, it was Kotaro who called me that first, and it was Kotaro who spread those two names (titles).

From that guy, it's a different world in the corner, so I think it would have been better to name an alias like two names, or something like that. Now, that guy also calls himself the only 'wizard' in this world. The point is, I want something that can easily prove that I'm not like the others... yes everyone else said.

As for Ami, she hates Kotaro so much that she is embarrassed to be spreading her weird name.

... I think I look good.

When I say that, I can never say it because it makes me so angry.

With that in mind, the battle had already begun.

A pretty sharp sword strikes Ami when she says it's almost the same year as us. That sword speed and power will outweigh the opponents Senior Francesca fought in the first round.

But Ami does not flee that sword, but faces it.

Combine the oak canes with the sword directed at you and disable the slaughter by diverting from receiving it. How many magicians would there be in this world, such as a magician who would slap the belly of a sword with an oak cane to deviate the sword's muscle?

The way it fights resembles Senior Francesca. Rather than that, does Senior Francesca resemble Ami's way of fighting?

I think it would be natural to fight similarly because the people I am targeting are the same and I see how the same people fight. With that in mind, I keep an eye on Ami's movements.

It's obvious, or it's a move that's unparalleled with Senior Francesca. The movement is minimal, while disabling the opponent's attack, you will not be able to afford it. The swordsman exerts heavy pressure (pressure) by gently outweighing the swordsman's attack so that the swordsman exerts heavy pressure (pressure) on the sorcerer by engaging in a melee.

I have not yet used the magic of physical enhancement (boost). Besides, he is also forbidden from capturing and pitfalling witchcraft because he is angry from the competition management side. They waste stone floors on the game floor, so it's a hassle to process.

Within doing so, the target's sword muscles become cluttered little by little. If you're confident in melee fights, you don't want to admit it, such as being completed by a magician in a one-on-one battle. That gap in the mind leads to the clutter of how to fight.

In any situation, whoever they are, calm down. It's very difficult, but it's very important.

Ami couldn't have missed the clutter, a knocking blow of a horizontal giraffe. That blow, which has lost its speed by force, can be stopped by tapping at hand with an oak cane. You must have entered beautifully at the counter, that blow dropped the opponent's sword.

The opponent suppressed the wrist that had been struck and knelt without picking up the sword. Like its too painful, maybe it hurt my bones.

So, the game is over. In my head, a 'voice' echoed that conveyed Ami's victory. It is a light one, even though it is a vice-general battle in WW3.

"Look, I won"

"... ha. Again, you're strong. Mr. Aya."

The arena audience is boiling down to the battle that ended while we were talking a little bit.

Many praise Ami for overwhelming her opponent. And Ami is cute, so she seems to be popular with the guys. As for childhood training, it is complicated in many ways.

Doing so, Ami comes down from the game field. I'm not scratching sweat, as usual, and I'm not disturbed by breath.

"Tired."

"Good luck, Aya"

When me and Senior Francesca spoke so silently, but smiled a little and lined us up. Same reaction to the two remaining teammates.

Ami doesn't mean she's cold with others. I know people, but I'm breaking it with the members who are in this tournament.

But somewhere in there... well put, Rin, or worse, lean his neck toward the kind of attitude that made the wall. The same goes for everyone else.

Think that far, and look up. Then, now Brother Lotus was looking over here with his knit. Maybe he was watching Ami's game.

And Ami's reaction. Even though it's usually a high-touch occasion, it's just an attitude of winning and being normal.

I came to that answer and realized my cheeks were so loose that I guess I look mean myself.

"You've been able to show Brother Lianshi where you look."

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"Ah."

Then they stomped silently.

I'm not fully equipped like Masaki-san, so my feet are thin like leather shoes. So...... it hurts so much when Ami steps on my feet as much as she wants. So much for eating up your teeth while this one is silent.

I tolerated squatting on boulders because they didn't look good.

But Miss Francesca, who noticed me like that, was surprised, or she looked at me like she was in pain instead.

"Shut up."

"... Yes"

As far as I'm concerned, Brother Lotus would be happier to win than to react strangely.

Well, if I say that, I'll keep my mouth shut because they're going to step on me again.

Ami looks like an adult, so I'm more worried that she wouldn't be misunderstood as having some kind of dry (dry) personality to beat and take for granted. Well, Brother Lotus would know Ami well, and I think she'll be fine.

The truth is, joy and sorrow are intense, and there's a childish side to it. Yet they are often misunderstood because they angrily describe themselves as strong or shy.

Some strange boy students say that's good, but those who know their true character... well, that's not what I know all about Ami either. Still, I think we could make it a little more cute and childish. At least, about when Brother Lotus is watching.

I think it's definitely cuter.

"Mr. Sowich. It's not much of a compliment to dress up for a girl."

"Ah."

"Grr... not there."

Whatever - Somehow, I respond to the missing Francesca seniors' words in between, too.

And I was pissed off by Ami whispering. I don't know why. Well, when it comes to the usual, it's the usual thing.

But from the lights? I'm not scared at all because my cheeks are a little red. Instead, I get a nibble when I can turn my gaze on you like that.

Nothing is more interesting than a childhood love pattern.

But they step on my feet.

... Nothing hurts more than a childhood love pattern.

"Come on, let's win again."

"Yes."

"Next time, we'll have to show the Range a good place."

"That's enough."

Then this time, Senior Francesca was making fun of me.

How could I react embarrassingly to Senior Francesca when I was trampled? I don't see this difference. Is it because I'm a man?

Incredibly irrational, or leaning his neck against the mystery of childhood tame lighting, he ascends to the playing field as the 'voice' of sorcery tells him.

From the other side, Masaki-san came up to the game field laughing with Niyaniya.

"It's as busy as ever. I'm getting a little jealous, Soichi."

"So, won't it change?

"I won't let that happen."

That said, Masaki-san shivers her shoulders by concealing her mouth with her hands. What a glossy way to laugh, I think.

But that gear is extremely bad. Whatever, it's the same gear as it was during the Demon Crusade. Very, not just equipment to challenge a militant tournament.

You got that emotion on your face, and the play disappears from Masaki-san's atmosphere.

"Let's really compete, didn't I tell you?

"I said no."

"Yeah, so I'm the only one who's serious."

With that said, I reach for the 'knife' that is on its hips.

Japanese knife. The sword of our world, which should not exist in this world.

But I don't feel the magic I'm supposed to feel. Besides, the color of the sheath... if it is a demon sword, there is no color to show its attributes. Red (Ruby), Blue (Sapphire), Green (Emerald), Yellow (Topaz), Silver (Silver). None of them.

I guess the black sheath shows the Japanese knife, but it's a knife I don't know.

"Phosphorus hit me for the tournament."

You noticed my gaze like that, that's what tells me.

Oh, well, I thought. I'm convinced by the words, too.

Phosphorous, the "maker" (creator), can certainly strike a sword. When we were traveling, when we didn't yet have the Holy Sword or the Devil's Sword, Phosphorous used to make weapons for us.

"... not cheating?

"If you think so, Soichi, can you pull out the holy sword too?

"Don't bother."

Western swords and Japanese swords are handled completely differently. Instead, maybe we can hold our swords and swords against each other and finally call them reciprocal.

Still, this is a blunt sword placed in the gallery of the arena (Coliseum), and beyond is a knife struck by a hero. Maybe I can't say I'm very reciprocal.

Of course (of course), in the sense that this one is unfavorable.

That's how I talk, a magical 'voice' sounds in my head, and introductions to me and Masaki begin. I don't know how many times it's been, but I'm not used to being explained to a lot of people like this. Embarrassing.

"Hehe."

Masaki-san laughs small when she realizes what's inside of me.

As it is, we stay away from each other's swords to an unreachable extent. I also went down near the edge of the game to match Masaki.

Our introduction is over.

I pull the sword out of my sheath and throw the sheath away.

Masaki-san left her knife in the sheath.

"Hmm."

Exhale.

I guess I'm nervous. I feel more power caged in my right hand holding the sword than I need to.

This way, how many times will you face Masaki with your sword?

I think it's a feeling of nostalgia.

Me and Masaki are swordsmen.

I'm not a warrior like Brother Lianshi, Mr. Ito, or Mr. Eganomiya.

I'm not even a knight like Mr. Nine Seasons.

We are swordsmen.

We slashed each other many times. We met many times. We tried our arms against each other many times.

Swords and knives. Even if it makes that difference.

"Let's go!

"Whoa!

- Only the sword, I don't want to lose to anyone.

That's all we can't give to each other.

Stuff the edges and edges of the playing field in an instant, a distance that would be between a few moments until a normal person meets. The kick foot has enough momentum to crush the stone floor.

"Ha!

"Whew!

I waved down my sword, and Masaki-san slashed it with a knife.

Knife extraction.

The technique of using the momentum of pulling the knife out of the sheath to unleash a faster slash than just slashing.

And Masaki has more physical abilities than a normal person (protection of the goddess), and in his hand is a famous knife struck by Phoenix, one of the heroes.

Only about how much a bottle costs, just a sword is torn from the middle without even being able to take it.

"Shit."

With my sword cut off, my sword goes to my neck.

Follow the moment with your eyes, killing momentum and flying back.

He gets his chest shallow and cleaved and his face flaunted by sharp pain. If Masaki had taken one more step, he would have definitely been fatally wounded. Rather than, if I hadn't avoided it there, I would have definitely died.

Did you swing it out because you were sure I would avoid it, or couldn't you stop it?... I wonder if the former would make me happy behind my chest with wonder.

I can react. I can avoid it. I wouldn't die. That is Masaki's trust and a testament to his seriousness. When I can turn to say that, it makes me happy too... I must be a fighter (Battle Junkie).

Will Yayoi be angry when he says it's a close trial to killing each other, but careless?

In the hand is a sword cut off from half. Then, the relative Masaki delivers the knife to the sheath again.

I wouldn't have been convinced of the victory. Now, that hip is dropped so that I can handle whatever I do.

Watching Masaki-san react like that, I also lay a broken sword and fall back.

The 'voice' of sorcery has yet to tell which is the winner. Normally, winning or losing would be the decision when the sword is slashed. But I haven't given up yet.

"Phew..."

Long, slow, exhaled.

Focus your nerves. Turn your vision to a point by Masaki. I can't hear the cheer of the atmosphere trembling, nor the support of everyone.

It's just - next time, I'll kill Masaki-san.

Just think about it.

Was it a moment?

Or a few seconds.

Maybe it's been a few minutes?

Also, it moved at the same time.

Fool, honestly, from the front, storm as if to reproduce when the sword was slashed earlier.

The difference is that my sword is gone from the middle of nowhere.

Still, Masaki-san is not alarmed or chronic, and he flies into the midst of the intermission with one foot while maintaining his machete extraction scheme.

What is unleashed is a slaughter that even cleaves steel.

In response, I take a step further. I don't have a sword anymore, even at the distance Maasaki-san's sword arrives, my sword doesn't arrive.

Then take a step further and take the base part of your torso with a shortened steel sword, not at the tip of your torso. No matter how sharp the cleavage of the knife may be, there are only a limited number of areas where the power of the user is conveyed sufficiently.

If you receive it in a part that does not convey power, you can receive as many blunt swords as you want.

close enough that each other's faces are likely to bump into each other. I was the one who moved fast. With the opposite hand holding the sword, I grabbed a chest barn with a slight peek from my chest.

Then the knife, which is a long object, is at a disadvantage. I can't shake, I can't poke. No matter how small I am, I am still under the patronage of the Goddess, and I am a man. I don't feel like losing in a power battle. While grabbing the chest barn, he pushes it down to the stone floor at will. Because we are in the middle of a battle, it becomes like knocking on the stone floor without being able to apply or subtract force.

Keep pushing the broken sword to its neck muscle.

"I said... no"

"This one, this one?

Masaki-san groans in pain, and I'm breathing up, too.

If I didn't have a heartbeat, I would surely only look like a pervert pushing down a girl while rubbing her chest.

…………

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That way, a while goes by.

Waiting for Masaki's pain to pull off.

"Sketchy."

I blushed slightly on my cheeks and said so.

At the same time, in the "voice" of sorcery - my disobedience lost, Mr. Masaki's victory was announced.

"Huh!?

Surprised, he jumps out of Masaki.

Whoever sees it, it will be my victory.

Looking at Ami with that in mind, her expression was very smiling. That's a smile when you're angry. It's not a smile directed at Brother Lianshi.

Confused without knowing why, I saw silver hair that couldn't have been in my sight.

So I rush to pick my forehead with my fingers and bring it into view.

My hair, which was supposed to be black, was silver.

So, I think about it. What Yuko told me when I participated in this competition.

"No holy sword, no demon sword. Let us fight with less strength '

Yes, I was told.

"Hehe. The last integration... Soichi, your seriousness was very good."

To Masaki-san's voice, I understand.

I must have gotten serious when I felt really happy about the last integration - Masaki.

It is not only the goddess Astraela, but also the supply of magic combined with the spiritual god Zeneria, and the present state of readiness to use the Sacred Sword, which is proof of this.

Dropping his shoulders, the audience sprang up again.

I'm sure you're excited to see me. Apparently, I look like a goddess. I'm a man.

And I don't want you to blush and get bored while you say something about my seriousness. Because it makes me imagine absolutely weird. Or because I will. I'm a puberty man, too.

Such impolite delusions are only for a moment. Two to three. Our loss will be told in Voice.

As far as I'm concerned, I can't wait to see the tough treatment from childhood tamers that will come after this.