The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Going up to the game field to make sure he felt the sword hanging on his left hip, he cheered as if his eardrum was about to tear.

When I think half of this is directed at me, that's all I'm going to get. I'm not very good at standing in public.

At times like this, Elmen Hilde and his people always talked to me and misled me... but now I'm alone.

Oh, you're really careful.

If you smile so bitterly inside, opposite me - from there, Mr. O'Brien enters.

White-haired blonde with a stored mustache.

Yingjie, who is of difficult age to say active in this world, is still waving his sword at the forefront.

It is the iron all-body armor (plate armor) that is officially employed in the Knights. It's what the lower knights are equipped with, but if you're going to a tournament like this, it'll be just the right gear.

Exactly, all I can say is cheat to be worn in the full body armor of Spirit Silver (Mithril) that I always wear on this occasion.

In that hand, a two-handed sword (two-handed sword). Longer and thicker than the sword I hang on my hips. I can see at a glance that it's a sword to slap it off, not slap it like me or Masaki.

Also, cheered.

But I feel less cheered next time than I did. I'm sure that's not your fault.

Mr. O'Brien, who stood facing each other, seems to be aware of that, and is smiling uncommonly and bitterly.

She's in a very good mood, apparently, because her eyes are soft. When you're in a bad mood, you turn your eyes to the point where your life expectancy is likely to shrink simply by being relative.

... there is a fear that only those who are directed can see.

"Popularity is better with you."

"It's not so. If you find out what's inside of me, it's almost gone."

"Wouldn't be"

A 'voice' of sorcery echoes in my head.

Every time I go to a tournament like this, it's about me and Mr. O'Brien.

In fact, this is how the militant tournament - it's not the first time I've stood above the playing field. This place is quick to make money, and more importantly, it's very convenient to look back at your technology.

How strong I am right now and how much I can fight alone.

Weaker than the other twelve, it was a very convenient place for me to be protected by a bladed sword like this.

Occasionally, slave traders were forced to fight demons they had caught from somewhere.

"You used to work out here."

"I miss you. Has it been about three years since then?"

In fact, how long have we been in the continent of Imnesia? I don't think he's been around for a year.

I was used to fighting on this continent, to killing demons, to using swords and sorcery.

Next up was the battle against genuinely powerful demons and demons in the Elflame continent - and finally, in the Arbenelm continent, he wreaked a donpachi with the great army of demons and demons, fighting demon kings and demons.

When I think about it, I really think that the continent of Imnesia is peaceful.

There is a demonic threat, but we are doing something to catch the demon and make him fight in the arena.

Well, they're going to tell me what I'm talking about fighting a weak demon like that who could catch me in the middle of something crazy.

"I was always about to cry"

"You didn't cry..."

The Knights captain, who knows a lot about my shameful past, laughs with a face that sounds like he could hear a phonetic tone called Niyali.

I'm sure he's laughing in his heart remembering a lot.

Not all of them, but I can't say anything because I remember a lot, too, and I just have to grin bitterly as I scratch my cheek with my right finger.

When you get used to fighting with your buddies, the next time you are thrown into the arena as a one-on-one, one-on-many training to fight, you still have a mild traumatic heart attack (trauma).

I seriously thought I was going to die when I was told to fight here against the many goblins unleashed on the playing field by being given a bottle of cheap long swords (long swords) like the ones available at the martial arts tournament going on right now.

A game venue is a place to try, but I don't want you to put your life on the scale in a place to try. There's more to Sparta.

... This is how I lived to this day, and I am able to continue my journey alone. Still, when I think about it, I would have liked it to have been a little nicer.

How many times have I really tried to cry?

"Look. In front of the kids, there's no way an adult can cry, is there?

"Ha-ha-sure, you're right."

When I say that, Mr. O'Brien breaks his face.

I think adults want to dress up in front of their children.

No matter how unusual that may seem and how badly dressed, I definitely don't want to do anything I think I am. I never want the kids to see me like that.

Adults are people formed with such weird pride.

I can work everywhere for that weird pride, and I can be strong everywhere. I think that's what it is, an adult.

At least that's what I think.

"So, have you gotten a little stronger since then?

What do you think?

In my head, the 'voice' of sorcery still rings.

Me and Mr. O'Brien's introduction is over, and now it's about our journey - what kind of demons I was fighting.

When I am introduced to myself as a very well-dressed and strong warrior, I can't help but feel ashamed.

Yesterday I was laughing when I heard Soichi, Masaki and Ami introduce me, but when I had to be myself, I couldn't laugh enough.

What I'm laughing at is the knight in front of me who has a track record of not being different in dimensions from what was introduced.

Pull the long sword out of its sheath in vague response to that Mr. O'Brien's words.

Mr. O'Brien, who already had the sword of the stripper in his hand, set the sword on his shoulder.

"Which, let's see"

"Regards"

Our conversation won't be heard by the people in the audience.

That's why we can have this conversation.

What I'm asking for is a hero.

As a hero, Yamada Range.

It is the hope of mankind, a being who reaches out to the suffering, a hero who can't beat anyone...... an absolute victory.

Still, if I'm standing in this place - I have to live up to that, selfish expectation.

That's what heroes say.

Is that because I'm giving it a twist?

… it is very difficult for me to win.

Well, if you think so, don't stand in a place like this.

In the end, even if you use your debt to Mr. Utano as an excuse - this is how you want to be involved with someone.

Admittedly, I'm still... lonely as I used to be.

Hold the long sword in your right hand and pull out your strength.

I don't have a plan. In the first place, they are not taught by the knights in front of them, such as how to fight like that.

The way I fight doesn't have a shape. I haven't taught you one thing about the knife extraction technique that Masaki-chan uses, or the swordsmanship that the Knights are learning.

How to fight and survive, and how to kill demons.

That's what I learned from a knight confronting me right in front of me.

"Hmm."

- You don't seem nervous.

'Cause if you had something like that, you'd die in the first merger.'

"Phew... you don't seem to need any help"

If you'll give me a break, I'd like you to.

If that's what I'm going to say, I'm sure they'll be dogged around in public, but regardless. I smile so bitterly, I take another deep breath.

Yeah, I said it in my mouth, but I guess I'm a little nervous. I feel that the power of caging in the hand that holds the long sword is stronger than when dealing with demons in normal times.

Mr. O'Brien's strength is well known. The great sword he holds, that wave is destructive that easily destroys the cobblestone I'm standing on right now, etc.

It doesn't matter if the blade is crushed.

I'm sure if you're dealing with someone other than me, that's a lot of relief.

But if I'm the other guy, I'll do everything I can.

I also know that he is such a person. I know.

So I want to live up to that, too. Do your best - even if you want to win.

It has nothing to do with heroes or anything, and I want to beat Mr. O'Brien.

I spent the past year at liberty. He strayed from his confused country in the battle against demons and demons and traveled.

While I was spending that time, Mr. O'Brien ran off to rebuild his country to quell the mess.

So at least, I want to do everything I can to face each other. That would be my, I'm sure, unsolicited statement.

- It was ringing in my head, the 'voice' of sorcery disappeared.

"Whoa!!

Moment after moment, Mr. O'Brien has packed his time in just a few steps, saying he should be heavy-duty equipped with full body armor and a great sword.

The momentum is tremendous, and the pressure seems to stiffen the body only for a moment.

Shaken down is a blow that has the destructive power it deserves when it comes to the Rigid Sword. With the sword in my hand, it won't even be possible to take it.

Calm down without reacting to the ringing, and avoid the slashing of the swing.

The Great Sword crushed the cobblestone as he swayed the clothes he was wearing under sword pressure. Jump up the sword in your right hand without checking that.

The aim is the neck.

But that flash is held back by the left armor (gauntlet) that let go of the Great Sword. Cancer, the metal sound reaches my ear.

No matter how mild my blow, it shouldn't even be a hand wound, it should be powerful enough to paralyze my hand. But without distorting his face in any way, he jumps up the sword with one right arm.

When you take that blow with your feet in skinned boots, you use the momentum to make room.

The sword of this world is basically mass produced.

I make them together and in large quantities, so they are basically low in sharpness. If it's a single dish like Spirit Silver (Mithril) equipment, you might consider the sharpness, user habits, etc., but it's not what you'd expect from anything that's prepared in the arena (Coliseum).

Besides, he's crushing the blade for the tournament. I can take it with enough skin boots. Even if it is a mistake, it is a move that cannot be used on the battlefield.

"Wow. You're like a light contractor."

"I don't think so."

Drop your hips and hold your long sword with both hands.

Each weapon has its advantages. Deep breaths, remembering Mr. O'Brien's teachings.

Advantages of the Long Sword, Advantages of the Great Sword. Each weapon has its own strengths and weaknesses.

Thoroughly taught. You can say it was engraved on your body. He was taught in words, tapped into his body, and carved until his arms stopped rising.

I miss you, really.

"Come on, come on, what do we do next?

"Well,"

Even after targeting his neck, he was lightly prevented.

I am active at that age. The only way to that speed of reaction is to wrap your tongue around it.

But if I can easily prevent an immediate flash by avoiding overwhelming attacks, I'll be on my guard.

Mr. O'Brien bears the sword on his shoulder so that he can enjoy my vigilance like that. Also, it would be a full swing.

This person does not use his/her hands. At least not in these one-on-one fights.

The advantages of the Great Sword are a wider range of attack than the Long Sword and its destructive power. And its weight. Weight is just a weapon.

And - all of which are weaknesses as well. A wide range of attacks can be a weakness if it enters the nostalgia.

So is destructiveness. It's too powerful, so it hurts to get the human body somewhere no matter how much you work out, and it consumes a lot of energy.

The weight is...... if you remove the attack, it will make a big gap.

Think that far, now what to do.

With all those weaknesses, whether we get into nostalgia or not, we avoid attacks, but my attacks were avoided.

As I know how to fight the strengths and weaknesses of the Great Sword, Mr. O'Brien.

Mr. O'Brien also has the strengths and weaknesses of a long sword. And you know how to fight me.

I'm not the right man for a meeting.

When that happens, my way of fighting is limited. Rapid aim. Neck, joints, heart. How to fight a bet on a special blow.

That's why I was able to prevent my blow earlier. The only thing I could aim for in that situation was my neck.

"Let's go!!

Because there's nothing else to fight for.

Unlike giving up, I concentrate on Mr. O'Brien's assault in a strangely calm mood.

In our hands we know each other. Then it's a battle of local power.

Until now, I have not been able to win because the local power did not extend far to Mr. O'Brien.

Arm strength, flesh making, skill, experience.

A swinging blow. Avoid the full force sole, still half-hearted.

The cobblestone is crushed again.

From there, I jumped out to open up a lot of distance.

"Whoa!!

Like following me, the sword jumps.

A cut up blow has a speed that doesn't make you feel the weight of a sword or anything, and it instantly hits me.

Step further back and do something about the blow. In doing so, the tip of the great sword plunders the clothes and slightly breaks them.

At the same time that the sword is finished paying for the horizontal scabbard, my foot is almost (mostly) cobbled.

Jump into Mr. O'Brien's nostalgia to make a big gap at the end of the wave.

But my behavior seemed to have been read and I stayed in an end-of-payment position, restarting my posture with just my arm and another lateral gizzard.

It is known that there is no power without a waist, such as a sideburn from that posture - it should be.

With an unpleasant hunch, a great sword passes right over your head as you try to fall into it and lower your body, tearing the air.

Right in front of you is Mr. O'Brien's right leg. That knee is going for my face.

Bending his neck and avoiding it, he pays for his left leg, which had a long sword that rolled out reflexively.

Mr. O'Brien, whose right leg went up and was paid his left leg, but whose left leg is alive and well.

Roll the cobblestone as you tongue and open the distance. But now Mr. O'Brien's pursuit.

To me in a kneeling position on a cobblestone, a blow down.

"Damn!

Avoid that blow in the form of flying sideways, and miss the bouncing chase blow.

A sword of sharpness and speed that I don't think you're waving a great sword. Avoid taking that series of blows with your sword. I manage to get up, but I don't have time to get in shape.

Chop, chop, chop.

Avoid that attack by avoiding it, shifting away from your body, and avoiding just the movement of your neck.

The speed of the attack gradually increases and the speed at which I avoid it increases.

I can't even breathe anymore.

Increases speed even more.

Magic enhances physical abilities (boosts).

I don't have the power. If you live in this world, most humans have the power. Magic.

I see the light earthy magic light Mr. O'Brien has.

I don't think that's cheating. This is the normal way to fight for the people of this world. I'm the one with no magic.

The speed of the sword, the sharpness, increases the power.

Still desperately avoid it.

The inevitable attack deviates by striking the belly of the Great Sword with a long sword in your hand.

Accelerate. Accelerate.

Fatigue builds up in the arms and paralyzes the hands. It's painful due to lack of acid, and my open eyes hurt.

Still, Mr. O'Brien accelerates. Even though he's stronger than me, his more magically enhanced (boosted) movements are faster than mine when he says he's got armor all over his body. A blow carried out from increased arm strength will paralyse my hand with just one blow.

I will make such an attack with minimal, minimal movement.

Silence. I'm just saying that the mood for rift is even in the way, and both me and Mr. O'Brien are silent.

Only the sound of a swordplay like tinnitus reaches your ears.

You will hear it in your head, it doesn't sound like the 'voice' of sorcery that is already telling you about the state of war.

I want to breathe.

Avoid the slashing blow by lowering your back.

I want to breathe.

He stops the slaughter as if he knew I was going to avoid it, and he comes at my neck with a blow to give it back.

I want to breathe.

The blow, instead of slapping the blade of the great sword, takes the hand with the great sword - its wrist, with its left fist in it. No matter how much arm power you have, all you're looking at is skin and flesh, and some bone underneath it. It doesn't hurt more than being slashed with a sword.

That moment. The only gap I can say.

Instead of breathing, I aim for knee joints that are not protected by full body armor (plate armor) with a long sword. I don't do the sight pointing hema, I hit the knee joint location with the survey I've cultivated up to today.

Instead of the blade crushing, it would take the form of a blow that could not be slashed due to repeated blows of the Great Sword, but Mr. O'Brien nevertheless bent his knee.

Tighten your sides from there, tap your arms, and add a long sword to your neck with minimal movement.

So finally, I exhaled heavily.

... It's close to a miracle that I didn't snap my neck with momentum. Or did you trust me to stop it?

Cheers up. It's like a roar, a very loud cheer.

"You put your arms up."

"Where is it"

It's ringing so hard that my heart is about to burst.

Now the sweat blows out and the paralysis in both arms gets worse.

You won't be able to use it no matter how much you fix it, such as a sword in your hand. Not so much.

I am not injured, but I am full of creativity.

In contrast to me like that, Mr. O'Brien is just a little disturbed in his breath.

Whoever sees it is likely to know which winner it is.

Still, in my head, my victory was told by the 'voice' of sorcery.

"Shit. Give me a break..."

That said, Mr. O'Brien kneels.

At the same time, there are two entrances to and exits from the playing field, about three humans in white cleric clothes from one side of it, going beside Mr. O'Brien.

"It's not broken. It just hurt."

That's what I say and try to get up, but I still kneel.

That knee is where I hit it earlier.

Apparently, it went in too well and hurt my joints.

Though I was in a one-on-one battle, I feel a little sorry for myself.

Well, if I were to say that, if I had failed to avoid it, my head would have been cracked open.

"Are you all right?

"Naturally. Damn... if you get hurt a little, this is it."

"Yes, it is."

That said, lend me your shoulders to support your hurt legs.

Full-body armor is very heavy.

"Look, let's go to the infirmary."

"... I didn't know I was gonna borrow a shoulder from a guy I used to shave."

"If you're going to say that, I'm going to say it too. I can't believe I used to lend a shoulder to someone I beat up until I threw up breakfast."

"Because you were weak."

"Exactly."

So.

"Thank you. You work me out."

"Fool."

When I said that, he missed his face with a surprised voice. I feel better about Mr. O'Brien's blindfolding at first sight.

Wonder, I couldn't resist thanking you.

It was all that terrible Sparta, but it was still what you thought of me, and it's only because of that that that you survived.

It's a bad memory, but not a bad one. I really appreciate it enough to be able to honestly convey my gratitude this way.

The men in white clergy clothes come behind me and Mr. O'Brien.

People in the audience applauded us for that.

What did the earlier battle look like?

Well, I was impressed, let's just say.

Faeronas and the others should be in the audience, so I might want to hear your thoughts next time.

Don't blame Lord Yuko too much.

"Yes?"

I walked for a while and suddenly they said that.

Mr. O'Brien opens his mouth wondering why Mr. Utano is coming out here.

"I don't know what happened to you or what you looked like."

"Did you look like that?

"As I've said before, you have too much emotion in your face"

"Even now, I'm supposed to be living quite a life."

Well, that's why there's no guarantee that the poker face will be better.

But there's actually something quite queasy when they say it.

Was he that dark looking? As far as I'm concerned, I was going to have a normal time.

But if Mr. O'Brien says so, I guess so. I don't know, this guy has the most swords with me.

For that matter, I think you understand me...

"Because you have a dark face, you're in debt and shit."

"I don't understand the relationship between dark faces and debt..."

"This is how I would pull you into public to motivate you."

In the dark, I don't feel like they're telling me to know that much.

No, well, yeah.

... I wonder how worried you are around me, I am.

What the hell, how hard can I work to meet the worries of those around me?

Ami to Utano, everyone else. Plus, Kotaro and Astraela......

"What's up?

"No."

In response, Mr. O'Brien shudders his shoulders and laughs.

It makes it a little harder to walk because I'm lending you my shoulder, but I was nevertheless happier that Mr. O'Brien laughed.

"Again, you look better suited to a woman who pulls"

"Yes?"

"I've thought for a long time that you would be better off if someone showed you the way and pulled you"

When they say that, I can't really say it back.

Maybe that's because you still think you're right somewhere in your mind.

I was traveling for my promise to Elle this past year, but it's hard to say that I was moving forward like when I was traveling with Soichi and the others...

... I feel sorry for myself for not being able to contest Mr. O'Brien's words.

That's what I'm talking about.

"What do you mean..."

I hope you don't lay low around there.

That sounds like an interesting reaction to me, and Mr. O'Brien laughs again. Now, speak up.

"Be nice to Lord Yuko later."

"What kind of encouragement is that?"

"Huh."

Oh, and exhale.

When I raised my gaze, I was just in the audience for nobility - there were Utano and Ami on that balcony, and Knights and Anastasia on their shoulders.

Maybe there will be Fujido, Nine Seasons, and Knight guys behind them. I don't know Kudo.

Look at me like that.

"Don't tell Lord Yuko?

"I won't tell you."

'Cause you're scared when you get angry, she is.'

"I know."

Or you'll never be able to say.

I was talking about that after the game, etc... If I were to tell that shy sage, what would I do to hide it?

Well, I'm not looking forward to that.

"Haven't Aya grown beautifully too? Um, I prefer hero colors. It's a big deal."

What are you talking about?

Prefer hero colors. That would certainly be a nice word.

If it's a man, isn't it a word that anyone admires?

But.

... people like Mr. O'Brien have a desire to say that, too.

I kind of felt so fresh.