91 – Tournament (2)
This world is a world of superhumans with a power called [Ability].
In other words, it is a world where awakened people exist.
Beyond the category of humans, they could not fight with all their might with ordinary equipment.
Therefore, I searched for a weapon that would allow me to fully demonstrate my power, but as time passed, my current preferred equipment came to be roughly divided into three types.
The first is [Relic].
It was a type of item commonly found in places where the rules of the system apply, such as dungeons or gates.
Usually bosses drop it when they die.
The majority had structures that could not be explained with current technology and science.
Therefore, despite the fact that it could not be mass-produced, it was treated as a precious commodity.
The second one is [Mastifis].
As mentioned earlier, [Relics] Could not be supplied to the majority due to their characteristics.
Therefore, each country carried out a project to mass-produce manufacturing awakeners, also known as [Meisters], And among these, those who reached the level of ‘master’ created Masterpieces by chance.
As the name suggests, items called ‘masterpieces’ had the characteristic of drawing out the power contained in them beyond their limits, so they were used only by a select few.
And the last one is [Starfall].
It is a precious item that far surpasses the two mentioned above.
It was an item treated as a kind of national treasure in which a specific narrative, story, faith, history, legend, etc. Was handed down orally and solidified in its original form.
All of these had the characteristic that they could not be wielded, let alone activated, unless the owner had personally chosen them, so they were regarded as items that could only be used by those who were literally given direct possession by heaven.
‘…… ‘
That… Precious and precious… It’s so f*cking precious and precious, anyway, Jo Onna is precious.
Items that have even been involved in war… What are you wearing?
Really? Marge? Hoeng?
“… Wow… Ah?”
Instead of Cecilia, who could not understand the situation, Silphia quickly put up a shield and blocked others from hearing.
She took out her small illustrated book and held up her picture as if to look at it.
“Look, look! Here’s No. 82 – Uturi’s wing porridge!”
Inside, clothes that were completely different from the uniform Cecilia was wearing were recorded.
However, if this is [Starfall], It looks different due to its common appearance transformation ability.
The design and magic circuit that could not be hidden clearly proved that it was genuine.
Cecilia opened her mouth in a daze and broke into a cold sweat as she thought of Choi Si-woo, who had handed her something absurd.
“Bo, a clone… This is… Go, fake-“
“-I know everything, but what kind of nonsense is this? “No matter how elaborate it is, you know that it can’t fool our eyes.”
“…… “
“Let’s see. The faster you move, the higher your defense power… Come on! Her abilities match her older sister’s. “You put it in her hands as if someone knew everything and prepared it in advance?”
“…… “
My back becomes damp with sweat.
Without realizing it, she swallowed her dry saliva and said, ‘Honey rice cake!’
What the hell… What did that guy give you as a gift?!
[Starry Fall]… The fact that she didn’t even have any resistance when I put it on shows that she found the one that suited her after a long search.
For Cecilia, who thought she was just wearing expensive clothes, it was literally a shock like a thunderbolt to her dry sky.
‘This…’ this… ‘I can’t handle it!’
Food, debt, and even valuables that cannot be obtained with money… Her help was beyond her imagination, and she felt relieved.
As Cecilia squinted at her like that, Sylphia narrowed her eyes and grabbed her shoulders.
“So… “Who did you get it as a gift?”
“Mwaaagh!?”
Sylphia shrugged her shoulders as if it was something new to see the expression, ‘H-How did you do that?!’
“There is no way our immutable goddess who has no money and doesn’t know how to look at things would have gotten this herself, right?”
“My… Gorilla b*tch… “Isn’t that harsh?”
“So it’s not true?”
“…… “
With a sinister smile, Sylphya quietly crossed her arms.
“So… Who are you really? Huh? “Teach this little brother a little lesson.”
“… A b*tch who doesn’t even treat her like her older sister… “
“Oh really, don’t be expensive, okay? If you tell her, she says she once said she wanted to have ‘straight gymnastics tape’. “I’ll give it to you for free.”
“… !”
Cecilia’s eyes widen at those words.
That thing that makes her taller just by listening to her and following her gymnastics?!
That she couldn’t ask for it because her pride was hurt? Really?
“As you know, [Starfall] Isn’t something that can be solved just by having money, right? It sounds like you have great information and connections to get that. There is no one around me with that level of infrastructure. Huh? Tell me about your brother’s business. Come on~”
“Hmm… “
Cecilia cleared her throat and reluctantly opened her mouth with the intention of telling the truth.
‘… Wait for a sec?’
Then an ominous thought crossed her mind.
‘… Come to think of it, this year. ‘Isn’t that a f*cking idiot?’
I guess I lived there for a long time and went through menopause… There was a rumor that she was doing everything she could to get married.
‘… In any case, this b*tch has a body so obscene, vulgar, lewd, and promiscuous that it would make most males blush.’
“… Hey sister? “What was she just thinking?”
In such a situation, what if she introduces Choi Si-woo?
Will that b*tch Silphia just leave her alone?
‘It’s impossible.’
Although she did not have a deep relationship with him.
Cecilia was not ignorant of her manners, to the extent of selling her precious benefactor to an old maid who had spun her web.
“… Hey Kid. “What was she thinking!”
“Hmph… “I think I’ll tell this to a saggy old woman like you.”
“-What’s wrong, what’s wrong!?”
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The two people exhaled the cold air and did not look at each other.
“… So why did you really come here?”
“Are you asking me now?”
As if she didn’t like Cecilia’s question, Sylphia answered by twisting her blond hair in her hands.
“… Mume? Wow… Ah? Meaaat?! What… what?”
“Why is this sister like this all of a sudden? “She came to see Choi Si-woo.”
“… Yes, yes, how do you know his name!”
In response to the question, Silphia gave a rather absurd look.
“You don’t even watch the news? “It would be weirder not to know.”
“New, news?”
“Hey ku…” “It’s because the person called the Immortal Goddess is so dark about this news.”
Sylphia took out a notebook where she had researched various things about him.
Cecilia realized that the various explanations that followed were more sincere than she thought, and swallowed her dry saliva with a sigh.
“I happened to see her fighting a few months ago. And… “I decided as soon as I saw it.”
“… “What do you mean?”
“Disciple.”
“… Mind?”
Tak-.
Sylphia closes her notebook.
Cecilia’s mouth dropped at the last word! And it opens up.
“I will accept you as a disciple.” “Not just teaching, but as an ‘exclusive master disciple’ who will live with me for decades and pass on everything I know.”
“… Muaa?”
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Meanwhile, while the two three swordsmen were having a noble(?) And high-level(?) Conversation, the preliminaries were on fire under the enthusiastic gaze of the audience.
And among these matches, there were places where expectations and cheers were much higher than in other preliminary matches.
The main character was the huge square with the letter B written on it.
Even a few minutes after the game started, boom! A huge roar continued to ring out.
In the thick smoke.
A boy with a gentle face and curly gray hair takes a big step back.
“… Cough.”
When I coughed, probably because I had suffered an internal injury, a handful of blood vomited onto my hand.
The boy, holding the magic sword made of burning flames, was sweating profusely as he looked at the large figure in front of him.
“… I thought I tried my best… “It seems like you trained harder than me.”
“Rather, this is what I want to say. Song Jun-ho.”
Boom! Thud!
The Iron Kingdom, clad in black tin armor, approached with a huge two-handed ax on its shoulder.
Song Jun-ho swallowed his saliva in embarrassment.
When I had a sparring match with Choi Si-woo, it wasn’t that big…
‘No, it’s not just a matter of size.’
The biggest problem is that iron-clad defense.
He was a strong friend from the beginning, but no matter what he did, he boasted durability that could not even be penetrated by a sword.
“Your sword has also become sharper than before.”
“Then what do you do? “The attack doesn’t reach me at all.”
He waved his hand and joked at the sincere compliment, but the Iron Kingdom snorted as if it was nothing.
“Hmph, he moved up to A class and his acting has improved a lot while I haven’t seen him. Song Jun-ho.”
The Iron Kingdom, grasping the ax with one hand, took a full-strength stance as if they would never let down their guard.
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A much darker and more intense magic than before spread through the armor.
“I know very well that even as you are doing this, you are preparing a vision to defeat me.”
“Ahahahaha…… “Did you get caught?”
“Really. Seeing a nice guy like you display such a sly attitude… “It looks like he will be very influenced by Choi Si-woo.”
“… ?… !”
At the last word, Song Jun-ho opened his mouth blankly, as if he was truly hurt.
“… I really… They look a lot alike… Me?”
“… Huh?”
The Iron Kingdom seemed momentarily taken aback, as if they had not expected such a reaction, but persevered and continued their thoughts.
“Oh, they look a lot alike. My guess is that in a few years, I will be doing the same thing as that guy.”
“…… !!!!!”
Kugugung-!
Song Jun-ho quietly opened his mouth in shock, as if someone had hit his head with a hammer.
I am… That damn b*tch… Choi Si-woo looks like that guy… ?
The ‘scene called a memory and a one-sided beating’ that was together in my head unfolds like a panorama.
-Hey, what are you doing? Don’t you raise your hand? What? Can’t you stop it properly? Huh? It won’t work. You are adding 100 units here –
-What are you doing! You have to react properly! What? Are you in a hurry just to avoid it? Then I’ll beat you as long as I can.
-Move and think at the same time! If you do just one, you’ll be late. Is your enemy an asshole? Can you wait? What? You say you can’t do it? I can’t. I’ll f*cking beat you until you make it.-
The Iron Kingdom’s head tilts at the trembling figure.
“… Song Jun-ho?”
“… Phew… thanks.”
“… Huh?”
“Thanks to you, even the slightest hesitation disappeared.”
Song Jun-ho, who smiled brightly, spread out his hands with the intention of releasing his burning anger and painful memories towards the Iron Kingdom in front of him.
Because Song Jun-ho is kind and weak-hearted, he did not use this secret on anyone except Choi Si-woo.
One of the two techniques that people always say, ‘I can’t tell when to use it and when not to use it,’ is now in the hands of Song Jun-ho.
The Iron Kingdom, feeling threatened by the power bursting out, struck down the ax it was holding.
Kugugu-!
More than 20 tin soldiers pop out from the cracked floor.
“All troops… charge!!”
The tin soldiers, strengthened by their roars, ran forward, each holding their weapons.
The power of his ultimate skill [Axe of the March] Was clearly stronger than before.
However, the Iron Kingdom’s complexion hardened at the scene that was soon revealed.
“… The sword… “Five?”
“Whoa…” “
Five magic swords with different properties were floating behind Song Jun-ho’s back.
He slowly opened his closed eyes.
His head feels as if it will break.
Overload occurs due to excessive calculation.
But he could not back down.
Song Jun-ho, who realized that he could not defeat the Iron Kingdom, which boasted an iron wall of defense, except with this technique, stirred his will with both hands like an orchestra playing to a conductor.
The five magic swords move as if dancing to the touch.
It looks like a storm of swirling swords.
Although the number of swords is much greater.
The eyes of the Iron Kingdom widen as they see a resemblance to the [A lot of cuts] That Choi Si-woo showed in the previous sparring match.
The advancing tin soldiers are torn apart.
It does not stop there, but digs deep and crushes and destroys the armor that boasts a strong iron wall.
“aaah!!!”
A cry of pain rings out.
I feel the pain as if it is tearing my whole body.
In the end, boom! With a sound, the devastated Iron Kingdom fell to its knees.
Beep!
“The match is over! Song Jun-ho wins!”
As the instructor who was judging shouts out, loud cheers are heard.
“Ugh… “
Song Jun-ho quietly extends his hand in front of the groaning Iron Kingdom.
“It was a good match.”
“… hehehehe… I never thought I would come this far and see that damn sword again. “Did you imitate it on purpose?”
“It was the strongest sword strike I’ve ever seen.”
“I see.”
With a smile on his face, the Iron Kingdom held his hand and slowly stood up.
So the two boys quietly bowed their heads to the cheering crowd and went down together amidst cheers.
