201 197 ただ真っすぐに、突き進む (1/2)

I decided to do it, but the fact remains that the only opponent I will be fighting is the soul of the demon king, but that doesn't change the fact that he is the demon king.

That is to say, even though it's a fantasy company, it's a heavy burden for me, a chief, to take on the challenge.

I am in the midst of experiencing the word ”mighty” in my own mind.

You'll feel an uncommon pressure just by facing it, and your attacks will be blocked at every turn.

Are you sure you can handle it?　And every time a question pops into the corner of your mind, you blow it away with gusto.

The opponent is indeed a powerful being, but not an enduring one.

The borderline required is high, but a certain amount of offensive power will hurt, and even the supposedly inexhaustible magic power has its limits.

Just because the end is far away doesn't mean it's not there.

Such an ordeal as if you were walking in search of the end of the desert.

This one's a bit tight.

But as I thought before, in this situation, there are various factors such as items that weaken the opponent, a lack of intuition in battle, and rust in their magic management abilities that have brought us to a line that we can barely cope with.

This is not a situation where we can conserve our strength in such an environment.

You have to be able to save your energy in the face of a magical storm that is heavy with rainstorms and blow after blow, and you'll use your energy like hot water.

You are able to overflow with complaints with a single laugh, but your opponent's attacks never cease while you are spilling.

The armor that was provided for you is scratched all over and your breathing is flat for how long?

Your mind is buoyed by the fact that the mineral tree is still intact and the sensation that grows sharper with each attack.

And there's no time to look back, but the support from Kaido and the others is dwindling.

The sense of duty to support them is also giving me some vitality, albeit a small one.

I've never had a positive frame of mind in my previous company, and I know I can still do it.

But I was also aware that the limit is not so far away when we are fighting on the psychological side.

We haven't hit our knees yet, but the red line is finally in sight.

If I crossed that line, I wouldn't be safe.

Up in the sky, Himikku is battling the twin angels.

The tide seems to be turning in Himik's favor, but it's far from settled.

If we can hold it until then, we can get back on track a bit.

If we can get back on track, we can still make a breakthrough.

So, well, it's not hopeless yet.

The hope of possibility has not yet been crushed.

Until that fact disappears, I'll just hang in there and put my company spirit into it.

Sure, every part of my body has come to ache in this short amount of time.

But it's not stuck, and it's not fatal.

Then it's always good to be able to disregard some wounds in order to achieve your goal.

Will you give me my man back, please? That expressionless face doesn't suit that man.

You are thinking about it, but this time you provoke your opponent not with a bitter smile, but with a fearless smile.

The arm that has been busily moving around is still slashing magic, with hatred only in its eyes, trying to deal with us with a Noh mask-like expression.

The expression on his face is so annoying that he shakes the mineral tree with such force that it blows away his fatigue.

I think my voice is heard.

But the person in front of me doesn't respond at all.

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Instead, inaudible words are spun around your mouth, and all at once the magic unfolds.

The move looks and sounds familiar.

It's a technique called shortened chanting.

It's an advanced technique I learned from my instructor, Fusio, which he showed me like a nightmare when he was teaching me.

It's a technique, not a skill.

It's a difficult skill to learn, but anyone can acquire it, and it's a skill that anyone who uses magic wants to learn.

A skilled wizard can use shortened chanting to sound out multiple magic chants to form parallel magic chants, and at the same time activate magic, and when mastered to the max, it is as effective or more effective than chanting, even though it is nearly chantless.

I couldn't understand my opponent's words because I heard multiple magic chants overlapping each other.

An expert can tell the type of magic from the sounds, but I'm not that skilled yet.

I realize as we fight that I still have a lot to learn.

But your body runs against these thoughts, circulating magic as best it can against your thoughts.

You lower your posture, so low that you feel like you're crawling from an angle rather than running, and you approach, diving through derivative magic, beginning with the basic elements of fire, wind, water, and earth, and ending with lightning, ice, and darkness.

And then a blow . Even though you know you will be blocked, you attack firmly.

But you don't linger.

I know that if we stand still, we'll be turned into a hive.

So, to minimize our damage, we've been working on hit and away, moving closer and further apart.

But that's about to change.

I'm starting to get the feel for it.

Almost there.

The barrier that was initially flicked off, now the blade runs and doesn't bounce anymore.

I've come to realize that I'm gradually moving from a sense of not being able to cut to a sense of being able to cut.

I've recently realized that this is a sensation unique to those who hold a blade rather than swordsmen.

The demon king's barrier is hard.

But it's not impossible to cut them.

You won't be able to cut when you think you can't, but I've learned that if you think you can, you will eventually be able to cut.

”I'll cut.

A barrier that deploys to obstruct the vanguard as it approaches a certain distance.

Instead of a half-dome shape like a membrane, the tip of the blade slightly dug into the barrier as you swing the mineral tree at the barrier, which is about the size of a tatami mat.

The desire to do something is transmitted to my brain, and the spinal cord and nerves, the parts of my body that move through reflexes, repeatedly make fine adjustments to bring the extra force and lack of movement closer to my ideal.

Cutting.

I trace the same spot with the returning blade and it digs in deeper.

It's as if my body has a workshop for repeated trials and errors, and each time I strike, the blade leaves a sharp wound in the opponent's barrier.

Push through!

And before the magic that was released to shake me off could reach me, the third time the blade to return cut down the demon king's barrier.

Kaha!　You can cut!

Immediately afterwards, I jumped backwards to duck the magic that was landing and used the blast created by the magical bombardment to drop back down to the south.

Satisfied with your achievement, you've landed in a good spot.

Yo. What do you think, guys? Are you guys having fun?

”We don't have time to have fun.

Yeah, you know. I'm better than I thought I would be, but it's not all fine.

Is this the real fight, that it is?

It's not battlefield air, but they are coming to kill us.