The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

105 – Endless (7)

Ramiere, who was screaming, bent his waist and moved to my blind spot. It repeated moving to the other side faster than I could turn my head, leaving dust behind. I put my head on the tip of the sword and tried to figure out its trajectory by moving only my eyes.

It was too fast for the eye to keep up with, but it moved in an honest, orderly manner and flanked me.

one

two

three

“It’s here!”

Kang!

Swords collided with swords, and my body was pushed back. The warrior who stuck out his head shrank and hid again when he saw the sparks fly. The monster wasn’t disturbed by the fact that I deflected the sword, and he didn’t even pretend to be surprised.

He took the fact that I was pushed away and shrugged my shoulders as an opening and continued his attack again. The blade, bent to the other side, went straight toward me like a hammer. It was a method of attack that was not seen in imperial swordsmanship.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

Along with his scream, the cold blade of the sword rubs against my cheek. The creepy texture of the tip of the sword, which scratched the skin of my ear and created a soft scratch, brought me to my senses.

I twisted the blade attached to the handle once to change the trajectory of its attack, and Ramiere backed away instead of coming close to me. He looked straight at me while twisting his waist wide, adding to the bizarreness.

The bitten blade resounded with the sound of the wind and flew towards my head.

Kang!

Once again, the two swords collide, and the whole body vibrates.

“Oooh!”

The power difference is too much. Despite only defending, the damage continued to accumulate throughout the body. It is best to shed the sword, and defense reaches the realm of the lesser evil.

He didn’t get tired, and he continued to swing his sword without thinking that I would counterattack. And that overwhelming power and ruthless onslaught was eliminating any room for me to stand up and counterattack.

Through the heavy noise, the worried face of the warrior can be seen. I left it to my instincts and every time I held out my sword, I could feel the ground and my blurred vision.

“Ah, uncle! Also… !”

The hero drew his sword and raised himself as if to lift it. However, the hero’s body is not yet perfect. In this state, if the two of us were fighting and the hero allowed an opening, we had to run away in a more extreme situation than now.

And.

“It’s not possible!”

This fight is mine.

“Oh that… … .”

Once again, his sword passed the tip of my nose. The bridge of the nose was not cut, so the whistle came out on its own. The wind pressure stung my eyes, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of this important match. The hero’s voice is audible, but I can’t even look at her.

I looked at him, his red eyes burning, as he regained his stance. Black smoke billowed from his body, and he lowered his body as if to come and check my condition.

I rolled my body to the side and at the same time scraped the empty guy’s side.

Kigeek!

I clicked my tongue as I watched the sparks fly.

It scratched the armor and did not give proper damage.

But before I had time to regret it, he turned around and slashed his sword at me. The wind slammed the bare floor, causing dirt to splatter in all directions, and I took a backward step, covering my face.

“mister!”

I hear the warrior moving. I shook my head, forcibly brushed off the dirt, took a strong step, gripped the sword with both hands, and gritted my teeth.

He was running around brandishing his weapon.

******

“Seniors. I have a question.”

“Ask me. Ramiere.”

“What should you do when fighting someone stronger than you? Even if you defend yourself, your bones will resonate and your body will collapse.”

“Did you fight with that big guy again?”

“Yes. I don’t like the way you pretend to be nothing. How come there is no way?”

“Way? There is nothing.”

“What is it?”

“It’s about learning how to use your opponent’s power against you.”

“Is there such a thing in imperial swordsmanship?”

******

“there is. No.”

His sword hit the ground faster than Ramiere expected. The greatsword, which was deeply embedded, seemed to embarrass him because even with Ramiere’s power, he couldn’t pull it out.

“uh?”

The warrior’s bewildered voice. Her intuitive and crude swordsmanship would not have shown this.

And my sword came out of the gap where he was trying to make a mistake and flew straight at his head.

“AA AA AA!”

The boy groaned and twisted his neck. Could the joints be human? The sword strike aimed at the guy’s neck was blocked by the helmet and bounced off.

But I wasn’t taken aback. I fixed my sword again.

“This is imperial swordsmanship. You didn’t believe it.”

Ramiere ran. When he drew out his sword, the roots of the entangled demonic plant were severed and exuded sap. As if they had cut a person’s blood vessels, the guys who had been draining bodily fluids hid on the floor like worms.

“AA AA AA!”

His sword was so intuitive and simple.

In a way, on the surface, it could be said that it best expressed imperial swordsmanship. Each of the knights who grew up in an aristocratic family understood imperial swordsmanship in a different way. Intuitive simplicity. Violence that unleashes power.

Relentless speed that supports simple movements.

But the imperial swordsmanship was not like that.

Ramiere’s chaotic move was also not imperial swordsmanship.

His sword once again flies towards me. Perhaps because he had the ability to learn, he didn’t wield it much this time. Holding the blade with the other hand, it flew towards my neck like a hammer.

I put my sword between his arms and twisted my body to swing the sword as hard as I could. His eyes were still red as he shot forward, but what he faced was neither my corpse nor the glory of the Empire.

It was just a rock there.

A rock that stood firm without changing its shape even after the Demon King’s army occupied this land.

His sword stuck in the rock, half dug in. The sword blade did not fall out because it was driven with all its weight and strength.

He instinctively drew his sword and pulled his back, exposing both arms to my eyes.

“AA AA AA!”

The bastard let out a scream and let go of the sword. My blow pierced the air once again, and Ramiere, who rolled down the floor to avoid it, charged again without showing any sign of panic.

As if I could deal with it with my bare hands, a heavy arm flew out.

Its huge body was a single bullet, and even with bare fists, its blows were threatening.

And that fist flows in different directions along my blade.

Ramiere ignored me and stretched forward with his arms outstretched.

There are cases like that.

Two young knights are arguing over a certain topic. Someone proposes a running match, and asks a senior or classmate passing by to judge.

When the referee sets the finish line, the two men run frantically forward.

When two people pass in front of me at the same time, they throw their arms and legs out indiscriminately and cast expectant glances at me.

Just like that, I watched him run forward.

Like a knight looking at me with an expectant face at the finish line.

And he stretched out his hand, and I swung the flag in my hand and decided to win first place.

The moment when 1st and 2nd place is decided.

The knight who won the bet laughs out loud and runs in place, while the frustrated knight drinks water while wiping his sweat.

yes.

When the flag was waved, the first and second place would be separated like that.

In the notification that the match was over, the two would reconcile and hug each other, or talk about the next match.

When it comes to winning and losing, everything used to end like that.

“Hero.”

But miracles like that don’t happen here. Even as half of my body was cut off, a desperate demon, desperate to aim for my neck, rolled on the floor, and black blood soaked my face and clothes and spurted out in all directions.

The hero came out from behind a tree and stared blankly at me, and I had to catch my breath because I didn’t know what to say to the unfocused, screaming knight.

My legs trembled and my head ached. It won’t be because of using too much force.

The name written on his armor was stained black with blood.

“Ahhh… ! Ah ah ah ah ah… !”

The bastard’s scream goes out. I spoke to the hero to forget what I had seen.

He hid all the emotions that the hero might be worried about and calmed down his breathing.

“We are strong enough to protect the warrior.”

and the warrior.

Without admiring or refuting those words.

He just quietly took a few steps forward and came to me.

hugged me tight

without words.

without saying anything

me too without a word

He lowered his head and held her head in his arms.

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