Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Can't we just talk some more about this, Senior? I invite you to my home and there we shall hopefully untangle ourselves from this grave misunderstanding." Fujima Mamoru replied.

It was not cowardice to retreat in front of an unbeatable force. It was instead wise and smart to do so.

"The great Demon Blade Mamoru avoids conflict and violence. This is quite a massive contradictory to what I've been hearing about you in these lands.

Still, it has only raised my opinion about you more." Our bored gamer in chaos clone form answered. He took a few initial steps forward as he intended to start this needed battle in full.

"People exaggerate things, Senior. I may not be half the man everyone thinks that i am." Fujima "Mamoru shook his head. Nevertheless, he knew that a fight was inevitable at this point.

Further words from either one of them would only fall unto deaf ears.

"Demon Gate Open." And so Fujima Mamoru used his strongest technique at the start. This was how great his fear and awe was towards this unknown person before him.

"BOOM!" A huge surge of spiritual energy surrounded the body of Fujima Mamoru. It was crimson in color and even his eyes bled the same radiance.

The old man looked no longer human but a crazy demon in this mortal world. Alas, his calm posture belied his terrifying exterior.

Even at this ultimate form, Demon Blade Mamoru was still hesitant to start the match. It was obvious that he got full control of his faculties even at this state.

"That's a double edged technique. I would have wanted for you not to use it since it would give me a hard time healing you once this is all over. I guess it can't be helped then."

Clark conversed calmly. Although the old man's physical change was scary to look at but our avid gamer appeared undisturbed with the transformation.

One should know that this chaos clone possessed the full one hundred percent strength of the original. At least this was true when it came to the mastery of chaos and no more.

Yet even this much was enough to change the landscape of this world.

"Shall we?" Our good gamer smiled and was the first one to throw the first punch of the match.

"BANG!" And the grounds rolled like the wild seas.

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"What was that?!"

"Are we being attacked by the other clans?!"

"I see no one! But there's an ongoing fight in the direction of the clan leader's home!"

"Sakiyama, summon your team and guard the gates! There might be enemies lurking outside! The rest of you follow me!"

The ninjas of the Fujima clan talked amongst themselves before they reached a decision. The apparent head of this bunch led the majority into the conflict.

And what they witnessed there stunned them to their core.

"Clan Leader!"

"Patriarch!" The ninjas cried as they saw a one handed old man that was bathing in blood from head to foot.

"Stay where you are! You'll only die if you interfere!" Demon Blade Mamoru warned. After that, the battle continued with almost imperceptible combatants at the center.

At their current speed, only the broken grounds on the earth could determine their positions and this would change almost a dozen instances with every breath.

The ninjas wanted to help but they realized that they could offer none of that since they could hardly even see what was happening in the fight at all.

This ghost fight persisted for almost five minutes before a sudden lull came into view.

"BANG!" An old man's body was catapulted into a wall. The force had even entombed him vertically before he could even take his last breath.

It was a sad picture for one so famous and celebrated as this Demon Blade Mamoru.

"CLAN LEADER!"

"PATRIARCH!" The ninjas reacted once more and this time around, they could finally see the face of the intruder.

It was plain face man with a long black hair and a prodigious black beard on his chin. He wore his crimson robes in a kingly manner as if he had been used to it for many years already.

Alas, this impressive garb and stance alone was not enough to quell the fury of these ninjas.

"Die, fucker!" The ninjas roared and weaved respective hand signs thereafter. Unfortunately for them, our bored gamer was not at all a fool to let them finish their technique.

"DING!"

"DING!"

"DING!" The nearest hundreds of ninjas in the field of combat succumbed to an early good night.

They dropped and tumbled where they stood as the inescapable touch of unconsciousness forced them to sleep.

To anyone unaffected in the scene, they could see a dark bubble like thing that appeared and vanished after its sudden burst.

Even the dumbest fools amongst them could tell that this thing was the sole culprit behind their friends' collapse.

Nonetheless, every single one of them breathed easy knowing that their downed comrades were not dead but merely knocked out.

"Retreat a hundred meters away and only throw long range techniques!" A smart ninja amongst those that were left suggested.

Everybody followed his words and availed them not much than the first.

"DING!"

"DING!"

"DING!" The second batch of ninjas dropped like soulless mannequins. No more of them dared to make the same mistake as the two groups that had come before them.

"So how about it, Demon Blade? Have i successfully managed to change your mind? Or do I have to kill your people one by one in order to help me convince you to my fold."

Our bored gamer uttered an empty threat. How could he kill any of these pawns when they would be the ones to aid him in conquering this world?

"I accept." Demon blade Mamoru said a minute later. He could see than an alien black radiance has encircled his body right now. And this same technique that was easing his pain and injury.

Even the destroyed arm on him was slowly regenerating from its ugly stump. He sighed for knew that he had lost. And he had lost completely for that matter.