171 167 得意分野でのトラブル解決は後に火消し要員として。 (1/2)

”Well, the response to being an immortal is very vague. I would have liked to see the power of the moment in this place if I could.

The spirit of time and space, the intrusion of the undead in such a remote area while making a contract with Valus, should we assume that the immortals were also put into the forest where Kaido and the others were headed?

If so, I tried to fight to acclimate myself to the senses I had acquired in that space, but...

Orayotto!

It was much more difficult to find the right amount of force.

I don't know until I use the app whether or not my ability (status) has improved, but my body movements are smoother and my nimble fingers are sharper, so I am able to cut through them much easier than before.

But unfortunately, although the immortals have high vitality, they are not as hard as they should be.

So it's a bit unsuitable as a test partner.

It's not to say that it's extravagant, but there's no one with a better response. Well, we'll just have to agree that the job was done early.

I don't want to use this word to describe the undead, but the scene in front of me right now is full of dead bodies.

Dirty rags, bones, carrion, and all sorts of carrion are scattered all around.

”Your cutting is abnormal. Now you're stepping into a realm where you're trying to cut out concepts instead of physics. It's called being selfish to complain to someone when you can cut most things even then. Well, it looks like my contractor is a hell of a person.

I guess it wasn't an optical illusion that all those cut surfaces are funny and clean.

And Master Valus says my swordsmanship is not an act of severing physical bonds based on atomic theory, but rather cutting off the meaning of adhesion, even if it's just one leg.

To put it plainly, I'm trying to cut off the word adhesion and eliminate the phenomenon of sticking together.

That is to say, a dim-witted, second-rate setting is beginning to be given to my slashes.

”A slash that ignores defense or something...what's that? Normally you wouldn't die so easily even if you cut them off, but how is this for the undead? It's funny how physical phenomena don't work at all. There's no point in being a shield (tank) before this slash.

You didn't set out to do it consciously, but you learned it unconsciously. ...... That's scary. But your slashing is just the beginning. Think about it calmly. If you can generate that kind of slash, how can you do the same thing with your defense? If you live as long as we do, conceptual defenses are a given, and there are plenty of ways to prevent your slash.

I felt like I was being told that the area I was entering was just the tip of the iceberg.

”Is this just a battle of contradictions?　No, it's also called a tussle, in which case who is stronger, by the way?

From there, it's pure competence, the point is, the one who doesn't work hard enough loses.

”I see.

And I wonder how the instructors would react if they heard this conversation?

Are you surprised?　Do you want to be vigilant?　Or would you enjoy?

I think the two of them are going to have some fun, but at least I don't think they can't do what I could.

Instructor Kio would fight me with an amused smile.

I can't see a future where Fusio would let me get close to my range of attack in the first place.

Even in this realm, I still can't see my back.

We haven't even reached the foot of the wall, let alone surpassed it, which is what we're secretly aiming for.

You're still laughing at your own arrogance that it's too late for less than a year, but for now, you turn around and look up at the spirit Varus.

Now is not the time to be sentimental.

The figure is sitting on top of the snake, looking down at you as it did when we met.

”Well, I guess we don't have much time, so we'll make a deal. Let's make a deal.

Well, if you want to talk about it later, it's going to be a problem, so let's just get it over with.

As casually as if wondering whether to buy something you forgot to buy, the spirit converses with you, and then the giant snake lowers its height to the ground as if it were hanging its head down, and from its head, Lord Varrus descends.

But instead of landing on the ground, the foot floats about 30 centimeters off the ground like a floating spirit, and then it approaches you and stops about two meters before you.

Well, contractor. What's your name again?

I was expecting the tone, the atmosphere, or the arrangements for signing the contract, but he didn't seem to care about my expectations and asked for my name in the same manner.

Tanaka Jiro. I thought this was supposed to be a little more rigorous than that.

I questioned if that was enough to make a deal, but Master Vals replied that it was something like this.

I don't care about formality and beauty. The point is, it's just an act of you and I making a connection, with our names. Then it's easier to be uncomplicated and less arrogant. And my name, the spirit of space-time, Valus. I will leave it with you.

I wonder if it's called a word.

Entrust your name to me.

It should have been just that simple act, but the words of that part of the speech felt like a heavy weight on my heart.

And I felt a definite connection with the being in front of me.

At the same time, a method of calling spirits that I should not have known is also engraved.

I'll be there to help you if you need anything, so hang in there, Giro-chan.

I was still holding my chest to feel something connected to my chest, but Master Vals told me casually that he was finished.

And at the same time, like a businessman after his regular working hours, he weakens and slips back onto the head of the snake again.

As soon as you sign up, you're easygoing, well, easygoing. What do I call you?　Is it still Lord Vals?　Then the honorific is with you, too.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that you can call me by my name.　And of course, you don't have to use honorific titles. By the way, my water spirit acquaintances call me Vacchan, do you want to try that?

I can't go to ....... Then we'll set it up. Is Mr. Vals right for the time being?

That's normal. I don't think we have time.

I've decided to avoid calling her Vals since she's not old enough or young enough to be called by her nickname, and I've decided to call her ”Vals” or ”Ms. Vals”.

And Vals is right, we don't have much time now.

Thanks to the immortals breaking through space, the flow of time in this place is normal.

The time you have fought the immortals is not long, but it is not short either, so things will be changing every minute now.

It's a situation that demands swift action.

”Now, I don't want to ask you to do this off the cuff, but could you lend me a glimpse of your power as a gift for the contract?

”Oh my God, you are a selfish contractor, but let's not think about that for once. Do you want me to send you to the source of this immortal?

”Yeah, just get the case out of the way and I'll be on vacation.

”Huh, I don't hate that idea, okay?　But what's the point?　The place you describe has a pretty strong miasma.

I'll take care of it.

I feel like I'm being forced to deal with a lot of stuff when I sign up.

”I'm a personality that keeps my business domain strictly separate from other people's business domain. If you're not going to fight, you're going to need more support, and that's what I'm asking for, from a man of small and fragile hands. You don't want your contractor to die the first day he signs on, do you?　It's the anniversary of my first contract. Treat me big, please.

Can't help it, just this once?　Already, if your kind is the first contractor, should the next one be a little quieter?

”Then lighten up your ordeal a bit, or you'll be signing up with a bunch of freaks like me?

I'll think about it - then I'll send it to you.

The deal with the spirits of the twists and turns is over.

You are not physically tired, but mentally exhausted.

But if you decide that it's still okay and give him a mischievous grin, he'll return it with a smile that shows his generosity in response to the prankster's mischief.

In the midst of a conversation that seems to be a mixture of chit chat and jokes, you enter the gap created by the rupture of the space, waving your hand behind your back, prepared by Mr. Vals.

And then you're sent out, and right in front of you is...

It's awful.

Hell had been created .

The space had an atmosphere similar to that of the Immortal King's dungeon, but there was a sense of order in the dungeon, but not in this place.

Just a space that seemed to be sprinkled with death.

There are no living people, but instead skeletons of various species, zombies of various kinds, and even ghosts, a lineup that is almost like a fair of lifeless beings strutting about according to their greed.

You could say it's indiscriminate terrorism.