Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Hmm, it is. So, if I were stronger than Mr. Kenzaki, you'd follow me very closely?

"If you win a one-on-one duel, I'll be Peach River, but you will, but let's do it accordingly"

"Yeah, good. Well, that's easy to talk about - let's duel."

I didn't expect Kenzaki tomorrow to sign up for such a grand duel with her opponent.

I have a sense that I am the bearer of sensibilities far from the very common high school girls. There were times when I was worried about that, but now that I was in high school, my mind also decided.

Yes, he said he wasn't just a woman, he was a swordsman of Kenzaki style.

That is why the presence of bi-leaf budding garments is heterogeneous, a woman but prepared not to be afraid of battle.

No, let's just say that this is the current situation where we have gained the power to fight, the vocation, to acquire the spirituality to come to the act of fighting ourselves, even for women. In a peaceful Japan, a common sense Kenzaki Tomorrow that flew far short of the word personality, but with her coming to the dungeon of living or dying, a very ordinary woman approached the same sensibility as her. In fact, Miwa Natsugawa, who is only an athlete, is now able to fight nicely alongside that one tomorrow.

But among them, the double-leaf bud costume, which can challenge a grand duel, is heterogeneous among them. Is that the effect of the terrible name 'Mad Warrior' 's vocation, or is it the result of an evil brainwashing by Kotaro Takawa?

As for tomorrow, I don't mind either. More than I promised to do a duel, with my own pride, only challenge.

- Ready, Twin Leaves?

"Yeah."

The two of them came from a dirt square just ahead of us leaving Fairy Square. It is like a ground with nothing, very similar to where Kotaro and Bud Koko defeated the armored bear. Also, I don't know when the demons are going to break in, but I was tempted to make a big stand in the middle of Fairy Square.

For one thing, I look around lightly and check the passage for safety. I'm not even going to fight for long, so there won't be a problem.

Okay, here we go.

On the occasion of the duel, there will be only two of us, the party Bud Ko and tomorrow. The referee dared to nash.

Kotaro, Sakura and the chairman of the committee are hard to say that everyone is in a position to penetrate neutrality against the two of them. If you put a cross spear in poorly, there will be remorse. Therefore, it was a duel between the two of us to keep out of the way of anyone.

The starting position is the same distance as the match between nature and Kendo. Tomorrow that hand holds a two-wielded wooden knife like a 'double-swordsman'. In the hand of the opposing bud garment is a wooden sword like a wooden knife. Both were made with fairy walnut tree branches as the material, waking up little bird play birds.

This duel is not life-threatening, it puts mutual creed on each other. This is also a consideration of having decent weapons with each other so that there is no remorse.

Most of all, as a little bird made of a wooden knife with a sleeping eye that didn't even know wax, it wouldn't have been a pleasure.

Anyway, everything was ready, and finally, Kenzaki Tomorrow the duel between that and Twin Leafs Bud Costume began.

"Anytime, fine."

"Well...... always, always, battle!

Tomorrow, I'm not insulting Bud. Her combat abilities are as powerful and rough as real warlords can be at the earliest. There were a few fierce men roaring that tomorrow, both at the Kendo tournament and in the unofficial game of swordsmanship... but no one is more powerful than the 'Mad Warrior' Twin Leaf Bud Costume.

In fact, budding garments today will be stronger than masters who exist in reality than they are with the power of their vocation. Its physical abilities and even militia rangers lightly outweigh it.

A monstrous strength that can never be reached by a normal human being... but that's the same thing as tomorrow.

Now I'm much stronger than your father, much stronger than your grandfather at his peak.

Even if the arm of swordsmanship does not extend, the ability to live in this body can be lightly overshadowed by a slight difference in skill.

Tomorrow, that and budding garments are the same as having human separated physical abilities together. Then strength is determined by the difference in technology.

Double Leaf Bud Costume is sure to have enough combat experience to fully unleash the power of the Mad Warrior. Great courage and temper. But tomorrow, we have more experience in action against demons than we have in the dungeons as well. Between the two of them, there won't be that much difference in experience.

Tomorrow, then, I was convinced that there was still a great advantage to me that I had struck into swordsmanship rather than just childhood.

"Huh!

So early in the beginning, it was also easy to deal with the wooden sword that Sprouts had thrown at us like an ambush.

To this extent, I am not surprised. You'd be surprised if you were a regular Kendo member, but tomorrow, as a Kenzaki-style swordsman, who also has some informal gaming experience with other genres, that's something I'm used to doing with these kinds of arrangements. Even if you're naming a swordsman, you can fly a short-knife, and most of the time if you're a Shinobi school, you throw both a handsword and a kunai.

I usually almost play it, but I don't think it's a good idea to respond to a large wooden sword thrown with the power of a mad warrior the same way I play a handsword, and I choose to avoid it.

I quickly stepped to the side to avoid it. Towards that tomorrow, bud garments come rushing at me. I'm starting from a position not far from where I was, so with her leg strength, it's a moment to pack the distance.

But tomorrow I will have the ability, the understanding, and the experience to see through the speed.

Decline that it is impossible to kill off the momentum of the advance, and yet another thing, carve out the steps.

"This..."

It's a piece of paper, a budding garment that passes. Towards the back where the evasion succeeded and became gala-empty, that knife slapped two wooden knives tomorrow.

"- It's over!

I don't give a shit. If you're not the one who can do that, tomorrow that's admitting budding garments. Damage would have gone into it that must be so stuffy that you can't stand up for a while, but with the healing magic of Aemon cherry blossoms, it will heal quickly.

Tomorrow, when I felt a definite handful and convinced of my victory,

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

A mad beast peeled his fangs off.

"Become -"

Without being affected as if by the damage slapped on his back, Shoko quickly flipped his body as it was, jumping to that tomorrow just after shaking off the wooden knife.

The response to the hairless counterattack in the meantime is delayed for a moment, even tomorrow, while the movement is further as if my attack had not hit me.

But barely backsteps in time. Without being grabbed by the outstretched hand of the budding garment, I avoided it with a critical -

"Ugh!?

There, Bud Costume threw the sand he was squeezing in his hand. When did you pick it up, or did you have it from the beginning? Either way, tomorrow that is forced to evade even more impossible by an eyeball planted at an unpleasant time.

I shook my body wide, escaped the scattered sand, and only avoided being deprived of my sight somehow, but that was the limit.

"Ah."

They grabbed my arm.

"Wooden knife. Then I can't kill you."

I saw Bud's face smiling, and I realized that tomorrow. duel, a ritual in which the safety of life was guaranteed. At the time of using a non-lethal weapon called a wooden knife, it was decided to win the bud garment.

I assumed it was a matchmaking dueling rule, that if you hit it, you'd win, that tomorrow. However, Bud was acting according to the fighting rule that defeating him would be better.

Meiko had been aiming for that moment from the beginning when that decided to strike a wooden knife tomorrow and thought the battle was decided. Other than that, if you can't catch that tomorrow that beats the difference in experience, I guess that's what you thought.

"Ha!

At the same time as the voice of bud costume temper, vision inverts. Shortly after, a tremendous shock rushes through that back tomorrow. With his grabbed arm, he was thrown as he was. Though I tried to take the reception at the hands of the vacant, such things were so pointless that they were beaten to the ground with momentum.

"Heh, ha..."

Feels like all the air in your lungs has been pushed out. In the blunt pain that strikes your whole body, tomorrow that's anyway, trying to breathe heavily.

"Hmm!"

Where I did, budding clothes nail tips poke my abdomen. Like kicking a soccer ball, a kick slapped without any forgiveness or hesitation burst into that thin, tight abdomen tomorrow.

I bent my body to a letter to blow it off. Tomorrow that will groan at the intense pain of being kicked in the stomach after rolling all the way down the ground. I can desperately avoid spitting things up from the back of my throat.

But the merciless hammer, Bud's foot, was slapped again.

"Blah, blah."

Blood reflex mixed gelo, blowing up from your mouth in a grand way tomorrow that. Shoko looked down with a cold contempt glance, as if even a cockroach had trampled upon her tragic figure, whose righteous beauty distorted in agony and scattered diarrhea.

"Hey, Kenzaki, does it hurt?

It was a hazy consciousness, but the inquiry of Mei Zi was heard clearly for some reason.

"Gu, uhh... hey, what..."

I'm asking if it hurts.

"Here, with this amount of pain... I..."

Gatsun, and vision dimmed for a moment. In my immediate return vision, tomorrow I learned the smell of iron spreading in my mouth and the feeling of my nose jammed with blunt pain.

He kicked me in the face. The nosebleeds flowed through both holes, and further showed that beautiful face tomorrow.

"What do you say?"

"Ugh, I..."

"I don't think that's enough."

Now, he kicked both in the face and in the belly. I rolled. Tomorrow that body will be painted on the dirt, falling in nicely. But there was no inquiry about budding garments there. He kicked that one tomorrow and kept rolling over the ground so he could keep on dribbling.

"Ha, ah... wait, don't... mine, lose..."

"You're blunt, Mr. Kenzaki. You don't have to ask me about winning or losing a duel. I'm asking if it hurts."

In the meantime, I'll shake my legs up over that head tomorrow. I looked up, what would happen if the soles of these upper boots were lowered. The pain and humiliation don't even have to be considered.

"Hih... stop it... it hurts, it hurts..."

The look on the face of the Rin Woman Swordsman becomes the face of a girl completely frightened by fear. Seeing that, Bud said satisfactorily.

"That's right, Mr. Kenzaki. When I hit or kick people, it hurts. That's very painful and scary. That's why violence shouldn't happen."

That's a gentle narrative, like a nanny telling a quarreling kindergartner.

But on the other hand, Meiko was mercilessly waving his shaken legs down to that face tomorrow.

"Ahhh!?

"I understand, Mr. Kenzaki. This is violence."

Totally broken nose bones, moaning at the pain. Tomorrow, Shoko keeps talking.

"But, you know, people get used to violence. I quickly get used to waving violence, and within that, I start to hope to wag it"

Because it leads to pleasure rooted in human instinct. A desire to dominate, to conquer. A feeling of superiority that I prevail over others. And sometimes even a sense of justice affirming violence. Waving violence unilaterally really gives me a variety of pleasures.

"Swordsman pride? Do not obey the weak? Don't make me laugh, I can tell you because I'm a strong man who can behave violently, it's an ugly saying below bullshit."

Because I'm strong, I can have pride. Because I'm strong, I can look down on my weak opponents.

"I'm a Kenzaki-style swordsman, what a pity, isn't it, Mr. Kenzaki? You've been training since you were little, haven't you? She's a girl, but she's strong enough to hang out with you."

Yes, Kenzaki tomorrow. That's strong. The duel with engaged Yudo Aoshi, which was at the time of the year, was a battle. The arm of the sword is slightly better that way tomorrow. But Yudo Aoshi picked up a hard victory using his power as a man and, furthermore, Aoshi's body technique, which is not found in Kenzaki style swordsmanship.

Yudo Aoshi at the time could not have won if he hadn't done all he could, it is a famous battle.

"So you got it wrong. In the great nickname of pride, I justified my violence. I don't know how horrible real violence is."

Now budding clothes come down from body to body, not feet. The so-called one, mount position.

Even now that I have lost weight, on top of my full body, a large budding garment of the highest height in two years and seven groups of women rides on my belly with Dosun, and tomorrow it will rise to a strong sense of compression.

"- So I'll tell you"

With a gentle smile like the Virgin Mary, Bud Costume slapped his stiff-handed fist into that face tomorrow, already badly injured.

It's irrational violence everywhere.

Tomorrow in Kenzaki, she continued her harsh swordsmanship training, the first time she experienced it, it was violence to the point of purity.

"Ahhh!

"This pain is Kotaro-kun's pain"

For the pain, I should have been used to it.

Moles and bruises are normal. Sometimes the result of intense auditions was fractures. In the course of a game, his opponent's wooden knife unluckily poked him in the eye and even threatened to go blind.

But it is only 'danger' and not 'fear'.

Everyone rushed for treatment if they were injured, both during the audition and at the game. Even that strict father, if that gets hurt badly tomorrow, is what he flew in with a change of blood phase.

Yes, Kenzaki, tomorrow. That was loved. The whole family of swordsmiths running the dojo, of course, to its doorman. A tribute to my daughter, who will succeed the famous Kenzaki River, even if she is a matchmaker of other genres.

I have pain or injury. But there was no fear there.

"Oh, shit... no..."

"This fear is Kotaro-kun's fear"

When, I don't know if I'll stop, a storm of violence. I won't skip that tomorrow, even my fist can slap me.

You're a girl, so watch out for facial injuries. Was it when I was ten years old that I received such attention from my father to myself, who would not hate to get wounded and penetrate? I was surprised that my father, who always taught me to be a swordsman, still thought I was his daughter. And I was a little happy about that.

Tomorrow Kenzaki was a swordsman and, at the same time, a woman, and as a result, she grew up to be the girl of the Rin Beauty that everyone looks back on.

Such a beautiful face of hers is now destroyed before the overwhelming violence of a mad warrior.

"I understand, Mr. Kenzaki. You did such a terrible thing to Kotaro."

Tomorrow that vision seeps in with blood.

"Apologize."

Beyond the red and sumptuous sight, the shadow of a fist-waving man, horrible and irresistible.

"Apologize to Kotaro."

Ouch. Ouch. How can you not stop me if it's so painful and painful?

"Don't do anything terrible to Kotaro."

Stop it.

"Don't hurt Kotaro."

Help me.

"From now on, listen to what Kotaro has to say."

In a hazy consciousness, tomorrow that finally realized that the fist rain had stopped.

Oh, good. Finally, it's over. Now, that helps.

"Because Mr. Kenzaki lost to me in a duel"

Fine, lose or whatever. If you're free from this pain, from this fear, anything.

"Look, say it right"

"... oh, sorry, do... my, losing, is..."

I apologized properly, because I admitted to losing, so stop it already. Stop, please. Why, stop, why, help, don't - don't hit me anymore.

To dispel such a voice of heart, Bud Costume finally let him eat his thoughtfully wielded fist.

Bakiri, and the dull sound of going through your head must be heart-shattering. Its, like a forged knife, the sound of a proud female swordsman's heart crushing on the wood tip dust.

In the tone of despair, tomorrow that consciousness finally sank into darkness.

"Haha, I did it, Kotaro. I beat Mr. Kenzaki in a duel. Hehe, I hope you're happy -"