Cursed Sword Master

"I didn't expect my troops to be wiped out after coming to this despicable mansion."

"Are you free to act with the intention of killing all the residents of the mansion and uprooting gold objects?

"I think it's a fine time to combine hobbies with tangible benefits, but hey. Are you the master of this mansion?

Meisa turns a nasty grin as she slaps herself on the shoulder with a long, thin sword in her right hand. I guess I'm still in my late twenties. The neat face there is different. Maybe half of the men can turn around.

The style seems to be quite sized from the fuzz of the armor, although the upper body is hidden with scaly armor (Skyle Armor) and I don't know. The waist is tight and the white thighs stretching out of the grass hanging from the armor look soggy and very tasty.

"Right. For once, nominally, I will be the Lord of this mansion."

The greatest is Mr. Hotaru, who masters the mansion is Sistina, and it's the cherry blossoms that really protect the mansion, but externally, it's supposed to be my mansion, so it won't be a mistake.

"Heh... I countered looking younger. So..."

"Come on!"

Suddenly a slapping killing spirit flies from the word-cut Meisa and inadvertently leaks a bitter sound. What a killer... a skill that can turn people into two. Again, this guy is strong too.

You're the one who killed Diego.

………

"It's no use being stuck. What you have is a lion's asthma. I also used air bombs earlier.

That was the only thing Diago cared about that was his only interest in fighting. There's no reason to let go. You have it, which means you killed Diego. "

No, no, he's alive. Well, maybe I'll be the one who erased the person named Diego because I rewrote the window.

Nevertheless... should I have sold the lion asthma after all? You might as well have withheld your gear until you finally settled with the red meteor. It's a good annoyance to blast even if you get excited about telling your brothers and sisters about Diago's hatred or something.

In the first place, I'm talking about not passing on what I cared about, but I'm also responsible for being blind to the real turtle-me waves and equipping them.

'Cause you're too sad to use magic or something, even though you've come to another world because of it! I can't even magic magic props out there. I can't use them. You should be forgiven for admiring ranged attacks that use a little bit of strange power!

"That's surprising. You want to take revenge?

"Ha! Don't make me laugh. We don't have that bond with our brothers. That lion asthma is a good weapon, isn't it? I thought selling it would make good money."

"What?"

"But the guy from Diago doesn't really show the gap...

If it's true, it's the quickest way to take it away from me, but I'm sorry that the combat idiot isn't intact.

They don't use poison or women to shield their men... "

With that said, Siciou said...

"Be careful, my brothers and sisters are a muscled evil."

My brother fights alone to get it, and my real sister kills him for the reason that he's going to sell what he cared about high, but he's definitely done a lot of trying to take it away.

There was a father who went into his ex-family's house and murdered his son, and he murdered it without hesitation.

Still, this keeps me in shape as a band of bandits. No... because you can't keep it, you're moving on your own for every unit, and they're destroying each one?

Maybe until now, you mean you had no problem moving as you please because you had control over each unit and the strength of Diago and Meisa, who were at the top of the unit, was loose.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not giving it to you. I'm not gonna let anybody like you get away with this in the first place."

"Sure... you guys seem strong there and you don't seem to win 3-on-1"

"So do you surrender? Of course, we'll stick it out to the Lords, so there's no guarantee of what will happen after that."

"I want you to give me a break about that. Why don't you make a little bet there?

"Are you betting...?

"Oh, why don't we fight one-on-one with you and me? If I win, you'll miss this place."

"What if I win?

To my inquiry, Meisa pushes the chest area of the scaly armor up from the bottom with her free left hand when she raises the corner of her mouth with a nibble. Apparently, the scaly armor is also flexible, and quite sized chunks of meat are lifted to suit its operation.

"I'll be your thing. You can do whatever you want. If you treat me as a sex slave, I'll accept any act and do whatever you tell me to do.

You're pretty enough to keep three of them on hand, too. You're looking good there, too. Compared to your surroundings, I don't even have a foot, but you can have about one meat potty that you can use as much as you like, right?

"Wait a minute! There's hardly any profit here like that! There will be no reason to listen to bandits like you say exactly what they say because they won in the first place!

Sistina stepped forward before I gave her anything back. What you're saying is exactly what I'm saying.

Meisa's request presupposes that I am a carnal demon. But I'm never a carnal devil... am I?

"Well, you're the Samurai Festival, right?

"Nah!"

Sistina's momentum stops at Meisa's pointing out of her mind. Being a samurai festival and its contractors is quite meaningful in this world, and the benefits are huge, but it is also likely to carry troubles, so basically I try not to reveal them to the surroundings.

Probably other samurai festivals and contractors do the same. Because I've never met a combination other than us before. Sistina originally said it was not a large number, but she said it was not that rare, so it is still considered that she is careful not to make a bad impression.

"It's not that surprising. For the most part, samurai festivals tend to depend on contractors. If you look at it, you'll know somehow.

Well, sure, you seemed a little hard to understand. "

That would be because Sistina has a different contract than the other Samurai festivals. Like other Samurai festivals, there is no restriction on the condition of exercising power 'only for the sake of the contractor', nor is it forced to be absolutely obedient.

"So if you have a fight, you can tend to tie me up with a 'contract'. Then I will die either way if I turn against you.

If you can kill me at any time, you can have fun and then kill me. Same thing, right?

"We don't need that." Fine! "... Huh?"

Sistina looks back and looks at my face.

"You can take that bet. If you beat me, I'll miss this place. But if I win, I'll let you do what I want."

"All right! It's settled. You don't seem like a samurai festival, but you follow what the Lord says, do you?

You thought Meisa took my word for it. I'll get right to the summary. Sistina, the samurai festival, didn't get confirmation from Sistina because she thought she couldn't resist me, the contractor.

It's a confirmation to Hotaru, who was watching what happened on Maiza's right hand side.

"Right. If that's what my lord decided, then neither will Noah."

Mr. Hotaru, who replied so, turned off his knife and put his arms together, leaned against the tree that was nearby and decided to look aside. Do you even think it would be my good training to have my mouth arguing with pleasure?

"You can explain that to me later when the other one comes back. I don't like bassari in the middle of a fight."

"Yes, of course. I won't let you do the handouts until the battle arrives. Well, I don't know what would happen if I ever got killed."

"Oh, I know. I know. I won't be so impotent on this occasion. It's just a serious battle, so you'll be prepared for some injuries."

"I guess that is. I don't mind."

I breathe slowly when I rearrange the flashing slaughter and sunflower again. The opponent even Diago, speaking of women, stands on top of the opponent, who is a scoundrel. It's not strange to die if you don't fight as hard as you can.

Quietly and slowly, but concentrated on the battle. With that it gets cold in my head...... right! Is the optical mode a state where the spirit is sharpened with extreme concentration and the emotions and consciousness are completely oriented towards combat only?

I suddenly understood it in the process of concentration. Until now, I was forced to calm my mind in order to settle my anger towards the outrageous ones, so I didn't know better because I was moving to natural and optical mode, but now I know somehow.

"Hang on! I'm just going to do it. Men have to be."

Point the tip of the Long Fine Sword (Long Rapier) at me as Meisa smiles slutty in her sight. It's like poking is the main thing, but I just cut one person off from the upper level. You can't just be wary of poking moves.

I'll be there.

"Hmm, come on. Me... ya."

Stuffed up in time so I could put it over Mayza's provocation, I'd shake down the sunflower on my right hand first. Meisa hates to take it with her slender sword. She takes a step back and avoids it, but I step further and wave the flash slash to the left.

This flow was the cheapest move I ever made as I practiced handling weapons with both hands. If you use it multiple times on the same opponent, it is possible that the movement will be read, but you want to go in with the cheapest movement to get up with the first person you see.

Meisa made her expression slightly harder whether my movements were faster than she thought, but when she crouched down to lay under the flashing trajectory and engaged the attack, she protruded from my feet with a long, thin sword in the center of her body.

Come on! From that angle where it's hardest to avoid...

I slammed my shaken left hand from the top onto the Lion Asthma Long Fine Sword while lowering back, but the tip of the Long Fine Sword, a weapon longer than the normal weapon, slightly blurs my torso. Fortunately, the momentum was shredded, so I couldn't pull out my demon steel clasp, but my liver got a little cold.

Meisa rode the stream into a series of attacks dominated by poking at me. Occasionally, I look at the gap and fight back from here, but the bitter blow is easily received.

I've imagined how to fight from Mayza's attitude so far, but the actual way to fight seems very different. Because of the use of weapons that seem to be less durable, such as long and fine swords, when it comes to attacks, there seems to be a strong propensity to avoid and divert without engaging in surprisingly delicate and imposing meetings with the target.

I am desperate to see a fast attack from a poking subject strike with remnants. But it's hard to outrun everything, and Meisa's long, thin sword slips through my defenses and rips through my arms and thigh flesh.

Damn! I thought I'd be able to train with the Hotaru and the others to move there every day, but that's still where I grew up in peaceful Earth Japan. I never even had a weapon until I graduated from middle school. The original starting point is different for people in this world who have been armed and fighting for their lives with me.

I only manage to fight because of my previous physical abilities and strong weapons. Unexpectedly spills stupidity in his brain as he is exposed to the constant onslaught of Meisa.

'That's not true, Lord. The Lord's martial arts are by no means inferior to those of the warlords of the world of warring nations! Be more confident!

Haven't you been waving that wasting long mountain monkey for three years? Wouldn't it have broken no matter how many violent mountain monkeys hit you since you came here? How many moles remain in that body and this hardened palm will not betray the Lord!

"Aoi..."

The sunflower hangs an encouragement in my stupidity that was passed on unexpectedly. Aoi also cared about me from inside the zoo again. And maybe one day you wanted me to use it.

And at least he keeps waving the knife, and Sunflower has admitted to me that the beans have torn over and over again and that they have somehow hardened his hands. Lie or be true. Tell the owners of the past and the samurai around them I'm not losing.

Exactly. If a woman lifts you that far, you can't throw up weak noises as a man. I know the outcome of this battle, but in any way. I want to show Aoi a nice place.

'Lord, you can win. I'll work with you. Let's beat the crap out of that bitch! Yes.'

Thankyou, Aoi!

When Aoi pushed me hard on my back, I managed to strike back at the timing of Meisa's furious thunderbolt with two weapons. Meisa, who had been attacking so far and was running out of breath, drops back to reclaim her time once without trying to stay forced. First as I step forward to chase that Maiza...

"Ha!"

"Gu!... chi!

Shoot Meisa in the torso with an air bomb caused by lion asthma. Meisa, who was on her way down in addition to a nearby blow, cannot avoid it and hits her abdomen.

Because of the scale armor, there will be no significant damage, but the impact will be transmitted. The shock was pushing further into the center of gravity, which was leaning backwards in order to lower, and the distance from me was wide open, but it's severely disfigured.

Opportunity! If we pack up the time before Mayza regains her posture, I win! About three more steps until the sunflower is in between. I'm faster than Mayza will get back in shape.

One step Meisa is still in place.

Two steps finally Meisa's right foot grabbed the ground. Faster to recover than I thought.

Three steps I notice failure when I see Meisa at the end of my sight in a poking position trying to shake down the sunflower.

Shit! I should have poked, not waved it down, too. I'm really too conscious that a knife is a 'slashing' weapon, and some of my patterns of motion have less movement about poking. But I don't know what's gonna happen. It's still not nice to have those biases in the fight.

It's not a problem to pursue a battle that focuses on 'slashing', but that doesn't mean you don't have to learn to poke.

Damn it! We're not gonna make it! What are we gonna do, avoid it? Yes! Go away!!

I concentrate on waving down the sunflower in a half-baked mood. I haven't run out of focus. Meisa's penetration, released from her inadequate posture, is off my midline. If I don't even stab him from the neck to the top, I can handle it! And no attack there first!

Ahhh!

The moment I thought I felt the heat near my right flank, I vaguely understood that 'you penetrated' but now I'm behind you and shake down the sunflower firmly in my right hand...

Galin!

The sunflower slashed and tore the scaly armor with a deafening sound.

"Dear Souzillo!

I hear Sistina's voice from behind and I stop the distant consciousness for a moment.

If you drop your gaze and look at my belly, you'll see a long, thin sword pierced about half way through. Looking through there and onto the ground, I sprinkle the scales off the scales armor around me, and Meisa, who dyed her stunning chest into a contrast between white skin and red blood, is falling on her back.

"Ku... No way, I have to pull it off at all..."

One shrugs as Mayza laughs thinly.

"Dear Souzillo! I will treat it now. I'll pull the sword out first."

"Damn!"

Sistina pulls out her long, thin sword without even giving me a gap to hesitate. Looks like I threw the sword I pulled at Mr. Hotaru approaching us because I'm scared to leave it around there.

When the sword is pulled out, the blood in your body floods out so that it is caught in it. When she saw it, she fluttered unexpectedly. Sistina stopped holding me while exercising recovery.

As it stands, I am standing here with Sistina's shoulder borrowed, but when Sistina used the recovery technique, the bleeding stopped immediately and the pain came off, so I could finally afford to talk to Meisa.

"Ya... damn. Do as I please with my body. Well... unless you like to offend a weak woman or something, I just want my wounds blocked, too."

Meisa has a luscious grin as she jokes, but the wound is not shallow. It would be sincere to want you to be treated.

"Master Souzillow?

After my treatment, Sistina asks me with her eyes if I'll treat Meisa. You think it doesn't make sense that you're dead because you gambled with Meisa's body.

But it is Sistina's mistake, his haste, and his mistake. I shake my head small against Sistina and tell her I don't need treatment.

Sistina looked puzzled with her little neck, but nodded and returned the acknowledgement.

"Not yet, Souzillo."

Mr. Hotaru arrives, who was away from there and watching. Of course, I'm bringing the long, thin sword that Sistina threw.

"Yeah, there's a part of me that's been pushed for quite some time before I fought, and I actually tried to fight, and I still haven't gotten as tense as my opponent's skill.

If the sunflower hadn't broken out for me, it might have sucked a little. "

"I have to work out a little bit on the mental side, too. The way we fight, the way we fight, the way we fight, the way we fight."

"Right... I guess it's a reflection that I was putting my poking moves behind me first and rushing the battle..."

"Stop using a lot of air bombs later, too. You should just keep it as a trump card. If you rely too much on that, other technologies may not grow.

We need to train ourselves in how to fight with a mixture of air, but I'm not sure if we're going to use it in action. "

"Mm, okay. Be careful."

"Hey... wait a minute... what the hell..."

I started a reflection on the wounded Meisa, left alone. I was watching us pompously, Meisa, but you thought it was bad for your consciousness fading with the bloodshed. I'm going to cut the paralysis and talk to you.

"Dear Souzillo. Could it be..."

Sistina, who was listening to me and Mr. Hotaru's reflection, leaked her voice cutely, "Ah."

"Probably correct. Take advantage of the gambling that Mayzah took to practice in action."

"Nah!... what the... what the hell"

Meisa opens her eyes to surprise, but she doesn't have the energy to get up already. She only turns her gaze at me.

"I don't know why you thought I'd lust a woman like you, but your bet was convenient for me, so I let you ride"

"Duh, what do you mean!

"Right... cherry blossoms aren't back yet and I'll explain it to you. I mean..."

It was a simple logic that I explained to Meisa.

First of all, I came up with that because Meisa's terms of victory were to make you miss escaping from this mansion. Meisa couldn't kill me in the fight because she put me on this condition. Because if you kill me, it's unlikely that Mr. Hotaru and Sistina will miss Meisa first, no matter how many games were made between the parties. As much as that, you should be able to fall in love with them when they love you.

I think Meisa knew what was going on around there. So Meisa's best bet would be to hurt me to the point where I can't move and make me admit my loss and get out while I'm treating her.

All I can guess is what you would have done if you had lost to me, but you thought it was better than dying even if Meisa fell into sexual slavery, or you were a bitch who loved that system and was more of a mess... or you had some kind of backhand that could break the samurai contract. I think it's around there.

I mean, for Meisa, it was supposed to be a bet that didn't hurt as much as winning or losing. There's only one thing Meisa was miscalculating about.

It meant I was angry even on top of this.

"Hey... what don't you care so much about! Sure, I've been around for some years, but I've been spending money on my body. I'm not proud of you, but you're better than the women there. Once you hold me, I'll prove it to you enough to lose your hips!

"It's not... your body is certainly beautiful. I'll admit it. I think I'd have gotten there if I'd been seduced as a normal man and woman."

Meisa relieves me of my words and loosens my expression.

"Well, just once, then."

"So!... it's not. I can't even recognize you as a woman anymore."

"Huh..."

"'Cause you do, don't you?

My precious people. You said, 'Make sure you kill them after you have fun. If she's a beautiful woman, crush her face. "

"Hih!... ahh..."

Meisa's face, who was looking up at my face, stains me with fear. Rude one. I'm not intimidating you... I just remembered what you said. And there's no way I can forgive a guy for saying that. Fluorescent, cherry blossoms, Sistina are irreplaceable, my dear ones. You want me to smash your face over it and kill you?... say those jokes after you die!

"So you took a bet that your life wasn't in danger and you got to be my trainee. But whether I won or lost, I had no intention of letting you go."