Chapter 55 – A Real Sword Fight
‘No, is there a side bond here?’
Even in the generation before Master and me, I knew that people with memories of previous lives were born every few decades, but I didn’t know that there were Japanese people among them.
Don’t be fooled by the more ordinary fantasy world!
Black flames gushed out of the Japanese sword Ozuma was holding.
That Japanese sword with a needlessly cool name, unlike its simple appearance, looked like a high artifact with multiple magic built into it.
I hate to admit it, but it’s definitely a much better weapon than the rapier she was holding the other day.
“Goes!”
Tadak!
Ozma’s arm, which hit the floor, swings.
Neat trajectory.
Since the attack of the Japanese sword is focused on cutting, it is a weapon of a completely different style from the rapier, which mainly uses stabbing movements, but as if it had been used for a very long time, there was no superfluity in her movements.
Kang!!
I first blocked the blade of the sword of Purgatory with the back of my gauntlet, then hurriedly stepped on the backstep while riding the sword to avoid the black flames rising toward my face.
However, Ozma didn’t intend to let go easily, so she immediately fired her combo with a domineering spirit.
Roaring!
Every time she wielded the sword of purgatory, a flashy black flame erupted, stealing my gaze from her.
However, it seemed that if I was dazzled by that, I would not be able to avoid the avoidable attack, so I immediately increased the power of the whirlpool.
Then the whirlwinds around her arms spin at a much higher speed, changing the direction of the flames.
“Kuk!”
When the flames of Purgatory were directed towards him by the back wind, Ozma hurriedly put out the flames.
I didn’t miss the chance.
Bang!
Momentarily step on the ground strongly and lower your upper body.
Then, the wind wrapped around her arms was continuously shot.
Hwa Pung Nan Yang
Like a bud that blooms in spring, dozens of winds spread around me like a barrage.
However, Ozma’s swordsmanship against it was not easy.
During her brief time, all wind projectiles that came within her range were cut with Purgatory Yam Sword.
This would have been impossible without great dynamic vision, but Ozma did it as if breathing.
I can only describe it as a truly amazing talent.
‘To be this strong in just a month and a half, he’s not some kind of cartoon character.’
I clicked my tongue inside and clashed my fists.
Then, the wind and the wind interlock between the fists, creating a stronger tornado.
I grabbed it and threw it straight at Ozma.
Penta spell
Pungbi Baksan
Among the magic I have learned, it is a spell that is quite high in destructive power.
Since it was a sparring match, the power was adjusted, but since the entire space is hit with wind pressure, it was never easy to avoid it if used abruptly.
However, Ozma defended my conversion blow in an unexpected way.
It was a sword without any aura, which cut the magic I used in half.
Even more so, Ozma, who brushed it off as if it were quite natural, even counterattacked.
“Kuk!”
I hurriedly roll on the floor to avoid the path of the blade.
‘That Japanese sword forcibly disrupts the elemental bonds?’
When I looked at Ozuma with such a shocked gaze, she laughed and grabbed her form and threw her sword of purgatory in her right hand into the air.
“You cut something stupid again.”
… Why is it the listener’s share of shame?
I felt like I was about to fall into a cobweb as my mana flowed back, but I suppressed that sign as much as possible and continued the wave of attacks.
There is a saying that offense is the best defense.
True to his words, I insisted on an offensive stance until the mana of the wind wrapped around my hands dried up.
On the other hand, unlike the last time, Ozma did not get impatient and responded with a defensive attitude, as if he was planning to wait for me to get tired.
In order to bring victory, you have to use some big magic, but as long as it is sealed, only parallel lines will continue to run.
Until someone upsets the balance, it will probably just be a boring war of attrition.
“Suck!”
In the end, the moment I pulled both arms into my bosom to win the game first-
“Gap!”
Ozma entwined her sword like a snake and darted into it.
A vertical cut that rises from the bottom up.
Oops, I tried to straighten my posture, but it was already too late.
This is because the rule is that whoever hits the ball first loses.
I hurriedly kicked my leg so that at least Dalian could end in a draw.
As a result-
Kudangtangtang!
As Ozma’s attitude collapsed due to the unexpected surprise attack, we mingled as one and rolled across the parade ground.
“Big…!”
I was about to get up, cursing at the tingling feeling in the back of my head, when suddenly something warm touched my face.
Mungle!
Wanting something, I opened my eyes and saw Ozma’s chest right in front of me.
Her breasts, which couldn’t hide their volume even though they were tightly wrapped in her compression bandages, came crashing down on my face.
It was a contact accident that occurred in the middle of a frantic situation, but fortunately, it seems that there was no intention of blaming it.
Ozma, who had removed herself from above me with a sullen face, asked.
“Why didn’t you fight properly?”
I shook my head.
“This is the result of doing my best in my own way. It’s just that Ozma-sama has become stronger.”
“You hardly ever use magic for that.”
“It is a prejudice to think that wizards can only fight with magic.
As I gently teased my tongue, Ozma stood up, saying that he would understand for now, as if he had run out of things to say.
Vanessa, who had been watching all this from behind, hurriedly ran to wait on Ozma.
“Are you okay? Ozma-sama.”
“It’s nothing. It’s just a little bruise.”
Saying that, Ozma shook her hand, and despite Vanessa’s fuss, she treated her injury as insignificant.
Meanwhile, as I pulled myself up and got up, Ozma glanced at me and she asked.
“If you had permission to destroy walls and buildings, do you think there would not have been a draw?”
It was a question that seemed to be weighing me down, but I nodded without hesitation.
“It’s not guaranteed to win, but I wouldn’t have lost once. It’s rare for a mage to fight head-on without keeping a distance from the avant-garde.”
And Ozma, shaking her head, asked if I agreed with this statement.
“If it’s unfair, why don’t we play one more game? This time, on the condition that we never look at each other.”
I glanced at Vanessa’s expression.
Unlike her master, who was brimming with pity, Vanessa, her squire, expressed her wish that her parade ground would not be soiled any more.
Well, it would be better for me to curse and finish than to increase her work.
Thinking so, I said that a rematch would be difficult because I used a lot of mana.
Then Ozma heard my excuses and looked unconvinced, but she said she would understand soon and showed her a step back.
It was fortunate that she was common sense in her language.
It seems that the demon king’s blood has not disappeared anywhere.
***
The friendly match with Ozma ended in a draw, but even after that, we met more often at the parade ground and had small talk.
It would be painful to stay still in the room, so there were many occasions when I purposely came out to exercise in order to warm up briefly, but Ozma, who is obsessed with strength, basically lived at the training ground all day long, so there were many times to face each other.
“By the way, who is the opponent Ozma-sama wants to win?”
Then Ozma, who was sitting on her floor and drinking her water, suddenly frowned and said,
“To begin with, she is a direct lineage of the second demon king, Tiberius.”
“Tiberius?”
It is a person who is mentioned quite frequently these days.
The other day, I heard from Seneca that she was a demon king from the demon dragon tribe.
“Are you very strong?”
Then Ozma smiled at her and shrugged her shoulders.
“He’s strong, and he’s one of the strongest demons of the current generation. He’s a monster scab that even my father can’t guarantee victory for.”
Ozma said, passing her finished water bottle to Vanessa, who was next to her.
“I plan to defeat him at the tribal exchange meeting soon. Only then will I be chosen by the Goddess and become the next demon king.”
“What’s the name of that demon dragon?”
Then Ozma answered my question with a shy expression.
“Heavenly Demon Dragon, Gav, is called that way among the demons.”
