Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

In short, this wounded goma was bait to attract prey.

Don't let him live and kill him, cut the tendons off his hands and feet and don't move them. At the same time, if you give them drugs, they will raise their energetic screams and appeal to their own existence, the ability to feed them well. He/she will happily continue to smoke drugs to escape the pain as well. The only thing intact about my right arm is to be able to aspirate drugs myself.

Whether the cruelty-extreme hunting method of feeding such companions is a tradition for Goma, or because it was an emergency in which classmates hunted all over this hierarchy of demons and their prey was reduced, it is unclear why it was carried out, however, in practice.

And there was a foolish prey, caught in such a sight.

Yes, it's about me. Damn, I should have suspected there was something at a time when the injured goma was falling. Like a haggling red dog, it can't be a coincidence that you'll ever meet a weak prey twice just right to defeat it.

"Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh!?

I can't tell you that. [M] I can't even afford to say.

Just here it was a T-shaped road, and herds of Goma were pushing from all three of them. It would have been enough to seal the road if we had killed Goma, rested in shock, and combined the time we spent on the autopsy until now.

On a single path, he hisses in roughly ten or so bodies. Whoever has a worn bow can be seen to see it, but he has not yet come to shoot. Don't you even need to shoot me?

Are all Goma tense because of the successful siege, or are they more exhilarating screaming with gay gay and dirty dami voices than they had seen before? He shook up the rusty blade in his hand and looked like he was already celebrating the success of the hunt.

"Hey, somehow... Break through, I just have to..."

I can't think of any other way, but I didn't even think it would work. My voice, which I propose, is already trembling.

However, we have to do it.

The road to the front is the route originally followed, with a line of dead trees to the left and right. That twisted, all-you-can-want branch, though wider than the left and right path, stands in the way of escape.

Well, I can't do more left and right roads. This one is narrow in width and completely inhibited by Goma's body from end to end. There's nowhere near a gap I could get out of.

"Let's go straight to the front. In the middle...... no, he's got a bone stick on the left a little bit. I'll stop him from moving with a 'brunette tie', so I'll push him back and break through."

"Ugh, yeah!

It would be good for an operation I worked out at the earthen pit. If it's also one of my offensive skills here, I guess I won't have the slightest difficulty cutting through the breakthroughs...... no, I can't think about it now.

"All right, let's go! I'll tangle my escape legs and catch you, tie your hair..."

I just have to get ahead of the chant, I run out at once. [M] Mr. Twin Leaves continues right behind you.

I don't care what you think of physical breakthroughs, she's better up there, but I don't have trouble getting freaked out and stopped at that moment when I'm going into Goma. There was no rush, but I had to run forward. [M]

Well, the distance from Goma is less than twenty meters away. A bloody spear gripped with both hands feels very heavy. Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Twin Leaves, the spear has been able to stay thrown.

At any rate, if we both pushed the spear forward, they might have frightened us a little...... but it's too late now.

Goma standing in front of me doesn't seem to feel any slight fear or anxiety about us coming in, and I don't see any particular rush. I even feel like I'm laughing at little bitches and fat people for wasting their resistance by pointing a weapon at me.

Damn it, I know it, too. I can't believe this is just an evil retribution. But you can't help it. This is the best we can do right now.

"- Dark-haired tying!

The spell that I activated by screaming as much as I could, worked exactly as I was aiming.

The target, Goma, with a stick gear, suddenly fell forward with her legs taken by the tentacles of her hair growing from the ground. Apparently, he was a don-smelling individual, and went from face to face into hard cobblestones without taking a passion for Matomo.

"Gugeye!"

"Now!

Last-minute with the thought of death so that you don't miss the chance that a breakthrough for one person has opened with an unusual fall.

But it's quicker for the next goma to get into the cover than for me to slip my body into the gap. No matter how incompetent, I understand going in there. Or maybe he just came after me like an amateur chases a ball in football.

Whatever it is, it just collides if it stays like this. Then you'll have to give me another blow.

"Hey, hey, hey!

Raise a spear gripped with both hands and stick it into a goma stuck in one hand of the knife.

I'm not as powerful as a one-on-one victory over a Goma opponent, I'd rather risk losing, but let him win this time.

No matter how many coarse weapons you just shredded, they're long enough to be called 'spears'. Kendo triple step, what a word, the difference in reach becomes an absolute force.

My lance charge, which I just let momentum roll out, pierces a goma out of the safe zone that just wields a short knife. Is the power seed effect still on me, after all, it feels softer than I thought, and the tip pierces the black flesh.

But no matter how soft it is, it became an obstacle to the point of stopping my leg.

"- Ugh!

With the shock of hitting me with a spear, I step on it. If you fall here, you die. Step on it with desperation and rebuild your posture.

If I had noticed, I would have kept my hands off the spear. The goma of the knife was falling down, spitting a strange roar with blood revulsion, while growing a branch of fairy walnut in his stomach. Not instant death, but dying would be a matter of time.

Thus, because of my slight, but definitely stalled, loss of time to escape occurs. That made another guy, Goma, who stabbed him with a spear, just a gap for him to jump on.

White dead tree branches, a new goma appeared, trying to sew its gaps. What I have in my hand is a missing hand axe with about half the blade. Even so, if I take a blow, I am more confident than Goma that I will unnecessarily cry and roll around.

I mean, if you let go of the spear and you stopped, there's no way to prevent that attack.

"Wow, wow!

At that time, there was a huge shadow of him storming out crying. Of course, it is Mr. Twin Leaves. He was running behind me, but he was caught up because he stopped, and now at this moment, he's outrun me.

"Gee!?

And he dialed the goma that popped out like a passing man. Goma, as tall as I am, is bounced by Mr. Twin Leaves' giant and flies across the branch of a dead tree. In contrast, Mr. Twin Leaves runs straight away, seemingly unaware that he even bumped into Goma.

I was made to realize that the difference in weight was so overwhelming.

No, rather than that, now is your chance to leave the pinch without trying.

I quickly turned myself in, followed by Mr. Twin Leaves, and left.

"Ugh!?

When I took my first step, my body moved forward with momentum.

Something took my leg - so I realized it was at the same time that my palms rubbed off and I felt sore because I stuck my hands forward and took my passive.

"Gu, damn it - it's him!

I took my leg, that is, what I was grabbing with my hand was a goma that I let fall with a black hair tie.

He was tying his legs, but he flipped cleverly and reached for my legs. Fortunately, the stick of the weapon seems to have let go of the fallen clap, never been pursued as it was, but it is active enough to take my life.

"Goddamn it, Chick, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It took me less than a second to stick my right hand into the pocket of a learning run and pull out a scattered cutter knife that I gave Mr. Twin Leaves for demolition. At the time I made a unique noise with Kichikichi and let out the blade in full open, would it be about two seconds?

And by the time three seconds passed, I had left it to my anger to cut Goma's arm off.

"Ugeye!

He didn't have enough guts to hold onto his leg until he was cut deep with a brand new blade. My hand leaves my ankle like it was bounced, spraying thin blood.

"Huh... Huh... Hurry, run -"

I get up in a hurry, but the hour is already late.

"Grrrrrrrrrr......"

"Gegge, gugge!

Two gomas are blocked in front of me. From the right, from the left, every Goma in this aisle was leaning over me.

Speaking of course, well, natural consequences. Stab me with a spear, fall, cut me. With all that clutter, there's too much time to complete the siege.

"Oh, oh..."

I hold a bloody, tiny, unreliable cutter knife and tremble as I stand on my hips.

It was no longer the thinness of the siege that could be managed by storming. Before, behind, to the right and to the left, the Goma both laugh like beastly groans, doubly, no, triply surrounded.

Standing in front, that is, Goma, blocked where it was in the direction of escape more than the original, beyond its back, Mr. Twin Leaves' back seemed chillier as he ran down the aisle at a glance without looking back.

I guess I'm still crying and running unconsciously. If I scream for help, it won't reach her ears.

No, even if I heard it, it wouldn't be possible to help me with Mr. Twin Leaves.

No feelings of wonder and resentment arose about being betrayed or abandoned. Well, at least she's the only one who can survive, and I don't even feel so manly.

Coming to my chest is a vain renunciation. Give up. Oh, well, you can't help it. Naturally.

I can take the facts as they are.

'Cause you will. I haven't done anything to her yet. No, I saved my life, but that's all. I have yet to develop any spirituality and combat ability to stand up to demons bravely.

So let's just say, in case, a hundred million, Mr. Twin Leaves came back to help. Even if you fought without the courage to help me... no miracle will happen. That kind of skill composition. Then there's no way you can deal with this many gomas.

I mean, it's like you can't expect help.

And what I can't expect more from you is my personal ability to fight. There's no way I, a fucking skill-constituted sorcerer, can handle a lot of passive situations without any offensive moves, defensive or evasive.

Oh, yeah. I'll admit it. I'm totally... stuffed now.

"Uh-oh!

But I don't like it. I don't want to die.

Even though I knew it was a waste of resistance, I couldn't help but wield the only weapon at hand.

Cutters with only a reach below the knife just vainly cleave the sky apart.

"Ggee, gegge"

"Gugget!"

Goma and I are laughing at my reckless resistance. These primitive demons of intelligence scoff at humans.

Damn it, damn it... Damn it...

"Ouch!?

"Gaw!?

I was flanked. Probably with a spear-like long object. Though not in an invisible position, I am utterly desperate and in the extreme of fear, I am completely in a narrow field of view. All but the straight front have the same dead end.

Even a blow carried out on such an empty body would have been shallowed by 'Pain Return'.

Just like I was poked, I saw Goma groaning at the right flank.

"Oh yeah... when you slash me... you get slashed too!

Haha, well, that would be awesome, my spell. Kill me and you die, too. There's someone in here who can stab me ready to die.

"Ahhh!

At the same time as my scream, now another goma screamed. They cut off my leg. Left thigh. The wound is shallow but still feels definite heat and pain.

"Oh, oh... Ouch, shit, it hurts..."

When I touched him to contain the wound with my left hand, I immediately felt the dope and blood overflowing. A minor injury is a good place compared to an armored bear blow, but that experience alone couldn't have made me tolerate the injury. Instead, I can't help but be scared of injuries that involve bleeding.

However, the overflowing blood seems to be somewhere else. Are fuzzy and unrealistic feelings paralyzed by pinch and fear?

"Ouch!

If you noticed, I was screaming unmatched and dropping my only weapon, the cutter. Once again, it was an attack that flew from side to side, apparently now a blow by stick. The cutter knife was slapped off my right hand when I was set on a brilliant little hand.

When I saw it, I made a ragged noise and dropped the stick, holding my right wrist down. There was a goma that hit around. 'Pain Return' is activated successfully. Oh, my God, feelings don't even boil shards.

What comes to my mind now is the memory of the most humiliating scene of my short seventeen years of life. It's a passage in there.

"Saito, you little peach river mess"

How about this idea, my genius! A full-faced Doya face like that floats vividly in my brain.

Oh, yes, I am... I am in the middle of getting stuck with the biggest weakness you've found in Pain Return.

At that time, the only person who attacked me was the bastard who won the slave position. So I can't get to anything by the time I kill you.

But now we have nearly thirty. One shot at a time, just feeding them punches in turn, I'm worn out, they just need to hurt a little.

I don't know if Goma and I are aware of the principle of 'pain return'. Whether you know it or not, their will and actions to attack me are being carried out in real life.

Oh, shit. Where I could take the last guy on the road who's been stabbing Todome's blow, how much would that make sense? It's like using your own people as bait. Where the hell he died additionally, he wouldn't think anything of it.

I'm sorry to die, but I'm more sorry to die in vain. At least I want to clear up as much as the grudge that killed me.

"Ahhh!

That feeling also shatters like glass in the next blow. It was a brittle ideology. Reality's death is so miserable, irrational, abrupt, and lame.

Pay off with one arrow? It's ridiculous. It's an idea that comes from crap self-esteem. I wouldn't want to admit my weak helpless self. I'd call it an escape.

If you are exposed to overwhelming violence, your pride will crumble less than the chopsticks you put up in the sandy mountains instead of the sandy cabinet.

I realized it when I got kicked in the back and fell into the aisle.

"Ugh... stop"

I could see Goma shaking her dirty, black, fat feet up with my nose tip - so much so that she wouldn't get that dirty if she stuck her bare feet in the dob - that she was already kicked in the jaw like a soccer ball.

Gatsun, the sound and impact run. Does it say this feeling that stars scatter in front of you? Shock and pain cause my body to accidentally flip over falling on the front.

The heavens I looked up to are dark. The white light-emitting panel, which seems to disappear now, is showing my life expectancy.

But you're not immersed in a sentimental mood, but you see dirty black in your sight again, as if you were going to put an ass on it. What appears to float a little strangely white is sand. It was behind Goma's feet.

"Hi-"

Stomping bursts before reflexively covering his face with his hands. Middle of the face. For a moment, I stopped breathing.

"Heh, ha... ah..."

Intense blunt pain runs from the center of his face with nosebleeds. Did you break your nose bone or did you get a crack in it? It's the first time I've had a fractured experience, and it's the first time nosebleeds have erupted from both nostrils.

I'm sure I look the ugliest I've ever seen in my life. Even when I was being beaten by a win, I could have looked a little better.

And then, mindfulness. 'Cause now I'm...

"Ugh, ah... yah... stop..."

d I was kicked in the stomach all the time and now I puke - I endured it at inches. But at the next moment, another Goma yakuza kick pierces the same spot.

There was no point in putting up with it. I groan with Gageye too so much that I can't laugh at Goma's nasty squeal.

I can paint my face with scattered diarrhea and nosebleeds. Disgusting. Even my own, I couldn't help but feel sick.

I feel dirty to my heart as well as my face. Sole erodes to the back of his mind and corrupts his spirit.

If there was a pillar-like core in my heart, the feeling that its fundamentals had corroded black and finally broken down. No, at this time, I did... break my heart, I heard a noise.

"Stop... please..."

It is a begging for life.

That is such a miserable, stupid word. But I can't help but say. If you're as weak as I am, I'm sure everyone will say it. Even a demon opponent whose words are incomprehensible.

"Ggee!"

Lynch continues along with a cheerful looking fun goma hanging. Feet, feet, dirty feet. They even kick me in the foot.

Because of "Pain Return," Goma is unable to roll out the kick in a row. Because whenever the damage I've kicked bounces back, I'm scared. It will hurt a lot. Thanks to you, the speed of getting bumped itself was a loose one.

"Ya... hey... ah..."

But they never tire of kicking me. What's so much fun? Is there only entertainment here to carry weak prey? No matter how long, todome by weapon is not coming.

Fortunately - I don't know why you think so.

Help is not coming. I can't help myself. Later, as it were, even Goma kept kicking me until the limits of my flesh came and said I'd just be slaughtered. The rest of my life, the pain of violence is all I have left.

- I don't want to die.

Smoking thoughts, deep in the mountains of hearts shattered with pride.

- I don't want to die.

Survival instinct remnants of fire.

I don't want to... I don't want to die...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I thought I heard your voice. I don't think that its ambition reached my ear in the sense of Xia, is one of the sounds of gagging and exuberant goma.

The voice was heterogeneous enough to be so sure.

Say, yes, like trembling from the depths of your soul. It's like a wind that burns up a seed fire to a raw, extinguished - such a powerful voice.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Yes, it was truly, the roar of a mad beast.