Chapter 111 - Senior Holy Knight and Sunny Land [2] (2/2)

And just like that, I easily stepped into his certain kill range, and unleashed a decisive attack.

「Eighth Sword – Yatagarasu!」

When the flash which contained my body weight cut through the air, eight slashes bared its fangs.

「NUOOOOH…」

He somehow managed to deal with five slashes, but…

「Gah!」

Three shots slipped past and caught his right hand and both legs.

The instructor, distorting his face in anguish, unleashed a crude, large swing on the spot.

I danced around it and avoided the attack with plenty of time to spare.

(The wound is deep.)

He can’t keep fighting with that leg.

Anymore than this won’t even be a『battle』.

I decided that and,

「-That decides the match. Please accept your loss.」

I thrusted the pseudo-black sword to his chest and declared.

And then,

「Don’t screw with me.」

The instructor, with his face down, trembled in small increments and muttered something.

「What was that?」

「-Don’t screw around! A shitty brat who hasn’t even lived half as long as I have… and you prattle around like a big-shot!」he shouted, and thrusted his soul dress into the floor of the training hall and stood up.

At that moment, a tornado-like storm blew, with the instructor at its core.

It’s not just a simple wind either.

It is a storm mixed with grains of sand and has high-killing potential.

(That’s a troublesome technique.)

I quietly observed the damage situation while repelling the whirling grains of sand with my sword.

The grains of sand flew around with tremendous speed in all directions. The glass windows were smashed and the floorboards of the training hall were twisted out.

That’s not all.

「It hurts…」

「H-Help me!」

Cries of pain went up one after another from the Junior Holy Knights who were intently watching this duel from the side.

It doesn’t seem possible for them to evade the grains of sand pouring down like rain.

「Fuhahaha! If you have a grudge, then hold it against the dropout swordsman over there for making me get serious! Let’s go then – Sandstorm!」

When the instructor swung down his fist to the hilt of the long sword that was still stuck to the floor – violent wind and sand filled the entire hall.

An omnidirectional attack that has no room for evasion.

The sand grains collide violently with each other, producing a terrible sound which stimulates fear.

(Seriously… what a troublesome thing he has done…)

I had no choice but to raise the output of darkness right away. Ria, Rose, and all the junior holy knights in the hall, were clad in『clothes of darkness』.

As a result,

「R-Ridiculous!」

Everyone in this place weathered through the sandstorm unscathed.

If the power is only to that degree, even a thin dark robe can defend against it.

「Judging by that reaction… Is that the strongest skill you have?」

Indiscriminate attack of storm and sand.

Certainly, in a group battle it will be a frightening ability, but… it is not an effective technique for an individual match.

「I-Impossible… Me, losing to a third-rate swordsman…」

He collapsed as though having given up.

「-That settles the match. Now, please apologize to Ria.」

And when I sheath my sword into it scabbard,

「An opening! Mountain Breeze Style Secret Technique – Collapsed Mountain!」

Suddenly, he stood up with great momentum, and unleashed a diagonal slash filled with killing intent.

I sighed involuntarily as I had seen the attack coming from a mile away.

(Haa… Returning the sword to its scabbard is not an『opening』by any means, though…)

And then,

「Seventh Sword – Instant Flash」

The sword accelerated from within the scabbard, and there was only a gleam of light – the instructor’s soul dress was hacked in two.

「Wha…!?」

This time he became speechless and silently fell on his knees.

At that moment, applause burst forth from the training hall.

「That power, there is no doubt anymore! You’re that Allen Rodore!」

「I saw you at the Sword King Festival! I-If you don’t mind, will you teach me the sword!?」

The junior holy knights gathered around, with sparkles in their eyes.

「A-Ahahaha… let’s talk about that later, for now…」

I gently turned down their wishes, and looked down at Instructor Don, who was on his knees, gritting his teeth.

「Instructor Don Gorg, will you accept the defeat?」

And when I asked again,

「……….S-Shit… I, I was wrong… Please forgive me…」

After a long silence, he expressed an honest apology.

Thus, I successfully defeated Don Gorg, the instructor of Senior Holy Knights, and heaved a sigh loudly.

(Haa… What should I do after this?)

Tattered training hall.

The instructor riddled with wounds

Myself unscathed.

(I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to the people of the association.)

I got involved in a big mess on the first day itself, and was worried about the『explanation to the association』and『consequences』.