My Parasite Skill System

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Angry gripped the air. And I gripped my knife.

So I guess I really am strong.

Coming back at him with the knife in one hand I went for his heart.

Bye, Angry.

"Ahhk!"

He avoided it.

Stab!

Instead of the heart, the blade went through his left hand.

"Ahrgh!"

Finding its deadly way in between two finger bones of his hand, the knife was planted.

Blood leaked.

I had missed it.

Fair enough.

They're doing a great job.

"Gnnn...! My hand!"

Hehehe.

Are they, though?

On one side of this home, there was a peacefully resting old man, sipping on his cup of tea or something.

On the other side, though, it was quite the opposite.

"Why's it hurt so much?!"

Still gripping on the knife stabbed in Angry's hand, with a twisted movement of my hand, I tore some more flesh.

"Ahhhgrgh! Laerd..! You'll pay for this…!"

Stupid elf.

Why'd he blamed his teammate over this?

I was the stabber.

"Ju--Just fucking get her, why don't you!"

Well, okay, yup.

There you go.

Their usual duo was back.

They hadn't planned anything after this.

Letting loose of my grip on the knife, I darted backward once again, leaving him overreacting with a knife through his palm.

He wouldn't die with only that much, right? Was he just that stupid?

Well regardless, I'd just continue my duty.

My eyes darted upon another nearby shelf. There were other knives for me to use, fortunately.

And Calming's trembling ones met with mine.

He muttered something to himself.

'Do I really have to do everything by myself?! Can't this super big dummy of Angry just help me out on this?!' was most likely the content of his complaint.

Still muttering things to himself, he decided to snap out of it.

"P--Princess…! Please, can't you just understand…?!"

Gulping dry saliva, he took a step forward, "Can't you just ... understand, princess?!"

They had to do this.

Seeing I wasn't responding, he hastily took a battle stance as he exchanged glances between me and Angry.

So he still didn't give in, this man...

Meanwhile, the stupid Angry was still pathetically suffering on the ground, "Poison... I swear there's poison in that..."

Was there, though?

I don't remember having applied poison to that blade.

No, I don't.

What is that to begin with? Poison?

Poor dude, he hasn't even lifted himself up by now.

Well, that was Angry for you.

Maybe he, at least, was just giving in, making up excuses. That'd have been likely, indeed.

And in the meantime, I better finish that before he snaps out of his nonsensical, pathetic comedy.

How am I doing that, though?

I can't just go too near the man.

This body's weak, I wouldn't be having the upper when it'd come to wrestling.

"We--We just can't! Princess!" Calming's eyes didn't stop their dance as they trembled even more steadily. He sharply breathed in through his nose.

Boy.

Had he only been willing to believe me when I told him I was no longer the princess he'd been taking care of…

He wouldn't be in such a pathetic state, too, would he now.

Well.

Sip~

Angry has to get out of the killing people list, now.

My hands snatched another knife, I directed it at Angry, calculating how I'd end him.

"Is that even the princess I've known…?" Poor Calming seemed bewildered seeing me doing this. Pathetic on top of pathetic.

This whole situation must be hella surprising to him.

Still, he could get his shit together, "Saritar Nash Oh--"

Calming stepped up and tried to hold some ground.

Ah?

I could certainly feel his mana agitating, but well. I thought he'd just give up, too.

Whoosh!

I had planned on leaving it to Angry. But, well, there you go, Calming.

Propagating a whooshing sound, the knife flew away.

"--Saritar Nash Oh--"

Stab!

Chanting disrupted.

Serves you right, Calming.

Know your place.

The knife was thrown by my rapidly moving hand.

And it found all its way right through his flesh.

Just like with Angry.

That's what I'd expected, yes.

Just the result I'd been looking forward to, indeed.

Me? A liar? No, no, no--Well, okay, yeah. I'll give you that.

That was surprising, to say the least. I just tried that knife-throwing on the go. It was just out of the blue. I didn't think I'd aim right.

Interesting.

Shall we pause and reflect on this?

We need to.

It took me this fight to understand further information regarding my strength--My skills.

Active skill?

『 Quick Pace 』 was an active skill. And『 Four Deadly Black 』also was.

These skills, they're tactical. I could use them as a surprise. To strike or not to strike. They were part of my strength. I could be proud of them.

But now, passive skills on the other hand?

Be it [Mana Perception] or even [Hoyathu Style] they're both more than that.

Right now, I am using them. Tomorrow, I'll be using them. Yesterday, I was using them.

It was like breathing. It gave me what I'd like to call 'ability.'

How come I throw this knife with such handiness without great effort? It felt natural to me.

I owe that to Swordsman.

He was the one from whom I'd inherited that many skills, I think.

All of this was pretty.

Let us not even mention my [Consciousness] skill, now.

Without it, I'd just be a flightless dreaming bird. Well, no. Not even dreaming, duh.

Anyway, getting back to reality:

And thus my skillful thrown knife ended up slashing through Calming's hand.

His chanting was disrupted.

With icy cold eyes, I called him out.

"Wha--Th--That pressure…!"

His eyes were even more trembling now, he took a few steps backward before falling over to the ground.

Sip~

Oh!

And there was that old man too, huh.

I nearly forgot.

He surely was silent, this old human.

I liked him already.

He wasn't disturbing us in any imaginable way.

Now, now. That's not the topic, though.

How should I kill Angry, ah?

I needed to outdo him right now while he was still going on about his nonsensical overreacting comedy.

The same shelf I'd been provided with knives up until now was still on my left side.

My hand went and snatched another knife.

Mmhm. This one will do.

The sharp-edged knife wasn't long.

And come to think of it, now, it certainly wasn't a sword.

But my newly obtained years of experience could tell me. I could pull that off. My Four Deadly Black combo.

The slash would go rush towards the lying Angry and finish him. I didn't need to endanger myself by going near him.

My eyes squinted, I was analyzing the blade, still thinking about my skills.

I concentrated mana in my hands.

Sip~

Quickly, it spread all around the butcher knife.

And, that was it, I think. I was ready.

Sip~

One slash suffices.

I stretched my hand up.

And as for him, Angry still was moaning and whining on the ground like a little child.

Like a little me.

A previous me.

Was the wound I'd inflicted him that unbearable? Surely, it wasn't.

No matter. Let him just whine if he whines. I'm just about to slash in the air vertically.

Calming. He could sense something was off with me, finally.

"Prin-Princ--No, you!"

Uh? Calming again?

Thought he was out.

Did he finally understand?

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