Chapter Chapter 23: RATH 23 TL: Eevee (1/2)

RATH 23

TL: Eevee

3. And so the story begins. (7)

Kang!

-Hwahaha! It’s a really rare feewing!feeling

A heavy impact that echoed through my hand the moment I blocked. For a second I thought that I’d picked the wrong opponent, but it was the same for the opponent.

“Hwwaat?”

-Hak, I didn’t even hit her and such a good scream! That’s exactwy my type! Ownerowner! Hit her again!

Neither I or its creators know how, but somehow the bat series had an ‘impossible to block’ attribute imbued into it.

Swords, spears, shields, no matter what weapon or armour you’re holding, when you’re hit by the bat series then even if you block the pain still goes up your weapon into you.

Although I wouldn’t know because I don’t know what it feels like. Ah, for the record it might seem like something obvious, but the penetration damage of the metal bat is higher than the regular bat.

“Wha, what the hell is this?”

The woman whose sword I blocked had a stupefied expression on her face.

She probably doesn’t understand what happened to her.

Sorry but since I don’t understand either I can’t explain it to you.

Hoho, but if you look at her appearance alone anyone would think she’s a beauty.

Although most men can’t keep themselves in control in front of a pretty woman, I’m different.

Because I’ve seen a lot of beauties in my time. And by and large every single one of them were crazy bitches.

Even with just cases close to me you have the princess and the high elf, and among my disciples you have Sia, No.17 and No.1000.

If the net’s widened a bit further, you have the noble girls fighting over Rein as well.

And therefore beauty = high likelihood of a crazy bitch as the majority.

This is definite fact!

Don’t believe me? Then look!

There’s no way that a girl swinging her sword around that well smack in the middle of an evil organization would ever be normal!

“Hwaaah? Wh, what is this? Why am I hurting when I’m the one attacking?”

I block each and every heavy strike with the metal bat. The more attacks I block the lighter the attacks come.

The first strike almost made me drop the metal bat, but now it’s about the level where it’s not too hard to defend against.

And in particular the important part of the body for swordsmen, the legs are also definitely shaking as they’re near-failing to keep her body upright. Normally I would switch to attacking from here and end it, but at the sword ki that’s getting brighter and brighter on her sword I kept my defensive stance.

-Hak. Owner. I hurt too. It hurts but it feels good. Is, is this how it felt for the others I beat up? It’s a new feewing. Owner, what do I do? At this rate I’m gonna be a maso!

-Please just, shut up.

But, I don’t think I can hold out with this defensive stance forever.

Damn it. If in the worst sadist also becomes a masochist then the mental pollution has a very high likelihood of having a very critical negative influence on my mentality.

A tiny blessing here would be that it’s voice setting is a little girl’s, if it was panting with the voice of a mature noonim(2) then it would have been dangerous as hell. In many ways.

-Hwaah! Hit, and be hit! Give and receive pain! This is the realm of gods! A perfect union where I can’t tell whether I the hitting side was the M, or I the one getting hit was the M! The pleasure is only getting better!

-Please shut up!

-Hauuu! More, abuse me more!

Ah damn it. Were the settings misset or something. The sounds that would 100% summon Podori(1) for sure if they weren’t only audible in my head echoed in my brain.

This emergency situation where the ultimate S was becoming the ultimate M was slowly tightening the noose around my neck!

But thankfully, whether due to the accumulation of shock or otherwise, the enemy’s concentration is dropping by the second. Now’s about the time she’d start up a big skill.

“Uuuu…. Please, die!”

“No.17 push the desk behind you, Rein you hit the wall beside you!”

“Yes!”

The sword ki became a sword aura. The enemy is a swordsmaster that even a peasant would instantly be promoted to at least baron for! Thinking that I would die if I relaxed even for a bit, I commanded my disciples that were staring dumbly at me and Rein who was between them.

“Too late!”

“You are the one that’s too late.”

“What?”

A strong attack is headed my way but this is my home ground!

Even the local mongrel keeps half his bowl in his own kennel, in my own office I will claim no less than double!

With a ping the floor the Sword Star was standing on shot up. Bed is a science, and the life of a bed is springs! The specially crafted springs that the dwarven craftsmen crafted for me are the world’s greatest!

As the floor sprang unexpectedly upwards the enemy’s sword aura missed my by far. But, as expected of a swordsmaster!

Even in that situation she regained her balance and engaged with a follow up.

Fhit!

“What kind of room is thiiiiiiiiiss?!”

“It’s dwarven-made.”

But the enemy’s sword was held down by the daggers flying at her from the sides, and arrows flying at her from the front and behind.

As expected of Made in Black Anvil!

The greatest service with guaranteed customer satisfaction.

But the enemy was skilled as well.

She immediately retracted her strike in mid-air, and the caliber of her defensive work was nothing short of magnificent. And therefore since I can get fucked over, the moment I slammed the metal bat into her side a distinctly different scream from the others I’ve heard so far entered my ears.

“Fuweeeeet?”

-Owner, owner! Now’s the chance!

-I know too.

“Fu, hwaaaah! Wha, what are you doing?! Stop, stop!”

“Tha, that’s!”

I smacked her wrist that was about to hold up a sword and knocked away her sword, otherwise known as a swordsman’s life far far away.

And as I gripped the metal bat’s grip with my right hand and the head with my left, Rein started, appalled and began shivering in fear.

-Twin Baton Style!

The metal bat that turned hazy for a moment, amazingly separated into two identical batons that were slightly thinner than normal.

-My name is Aru!

-My name is Cardia!

-And combined, we’re the goddess Arcadiaaaaaaaaa!

-Shut up!

But the noisiness too was double!

Of course there wasn’t the worse-case development where its consciousness actually split into two, but if I keep separating it, it can also bullshit twice as much so I can’t split it that often.

“Now, then.”

“No, no!”

“You need a beating.”

“Hwaaaah, no, no! Save, save me! Please! No, it hurts… waaaaaaaa!”

-Heheehee these’re good cries!

-Haang! Where d’ya think you’re running Girl~(3) you can’t run away from this unni!

Starting from the first hit, her resistance seemed to vanish and how she was flailing around pathetically crawling around on the floor to not get hit.

Not that she could get away anyway.

“Why did you come to the organization? And why are you here?”

“Fuwaaang… no, no… stop…”

“If you don’t talk I’ll keep hitting you.”

“Hiiik! Old, old man Nermia said he’d give me a magic sword so he told me to come pick up his granddaughter! I, I talked so don’t hit meeeeee!”

I turned my head as I diligently tenderised her with the metal bat, when my line of sight and No.17’s met she flinched before shuffling two steps back.

If it’s Nermia then it’s that place. The place I went to in the past that was the most famous family in the Empire for magic.

As you’d expect from a prestigious magic family, their magic defenses were very very solid, but I just ignored them all and very very easily emptied them out and left, and she’s their granddaughter?

“No.17, explain.”