Yomigaeri no Maou

Episode 16: Battle, and Settlement

There was a wind in the plain.

There are two men there, and a girl who looks about sixteen years old, staring at those men.

Both of the women had such beauty that they could hardly see it, and if an elderly woman were to be a beauty with demons, the girl was a round of sweet flowers nestled in the moonshadow.

But on this occasion, they are not the ones who should be the protagonists.

Not so, it was the two men with swords who took a certain distance and stood opposite each other who were the protagonists.

They both face each other quite similarly, and their eyes, with intelligent and quiet things, even look like mirrored copies.

It was just that if we were to raise different parts, one was a boy who would not have even reached fifteen yet, and the other was about half the age of a man's platter.

Also, hair color is different.

Whereas the boy's hair is inky enough to dwell in pitch black, the man has a glittering golden color in the sun's rays.

The hair texture is very similar, the same where it is cut off in length that seems soft, shoulder to shoulder or not.

The fact that you observe and reveal so much is that these two are parents and children.

The color of the boy's hair is that of a woman who is on the spot as well, and the hair quality is that of a relative father concession in front of him.

"... I've been waiting for this day."

Boy - Lulu opened his mouth so to Patrick, his father standing in front of him, because today is the day of his promise.

Seven years ago, from the day of the covenant, the moon will flow, and with today, Lulu will overlap that year one by one, and be fourteen.

That means the day Lulu makes that dream come true.

To that end, it means that it is the man in front of you, Patrick, who needs to get over it.

"Me too, Lulu. You're stronger... your body, your mind, than you were seven years ago. I'm sure you're going to get over me today... you're going to, aren't you?

With that said, Patrick's eyes were filled with enthusiasm that didn't feel anything like losing.

Because he's my son, I knew for that matter that he wouldn't be the last man to think about losing, etc., but he still just gets a little carried away when he actually looks like that in front of me.

Straighten up, watch Patrick.

Seven years after that, he should be old too, but I don't see any shade in his appearance.

Because they originally had a calm and calm atmosphere, they were often seen slightly higher than their actual age, but now they are more often seen lower because they have not changed too much.

The flesh was also as robust as it was then, and I also knew that under one piece of loose clothing there was muscle armor squeezed to its limits.

He's the one I've been training with every day.

It is good to say that we understand each other's habits, our powers, everything.

The problem is obviously that my father is more skilled in moves, and even simple arm strength itself does not extend to Lulu, but the moves didn't have to worry about arm strength anyway in this fight.

If a body strengthening based on immense magic was applied, Lulu would be able to win with a force push, but it was not. It was also true that Lulu would not use that magic beyond choosing to settle only with swordsmanship, but my father also suggested to suppress about that arm power.

Especially since I didn't propose that from Lulu, but this fight is only to see if Lulu is wearing swordsmanship, I can't help but say that Patrick pushed the force, and Patrick isn't very funny at all.

That was close to Lulu's mood as well.

With Lulu, if you spare no effort in the use of magic, you will be able to push the force, and you will be able to push Patrick without any problems such as swordsmanship.

But in this battle, it's impeccable to do that, and it also makes no sense that I've learned swordsmanship from Patrick in the first place.

Lulu tried to acquire the swordsmanship of this era by wanting to keep it as a trump card for the many powers he has wielded as the Demon King of the past.

Yet it will also be the final test of whether you have been equipped with that swordsmanship, in the fight against Patrick, even if you use other techniques at all costs, it will be something that makes less sense to Lulu.

So Lulu didn't intend to use magic, and he also showed an understanding of the word that he wasn't willing to make his father's push for power.

As a result, Lulu solemnly proclaims the use of magic, and his father wants it in this battle, wearing magic implements with the effect of muscle weakness on his fingers.

Before the battle, I had an arm wrestle to adjust the magic fixture to the point where my arm strength is actually antagonistic, so I'm pretty sure Lulu and Patrick's simple arm strength is antagonistic right now.

All you have to do is fight the moves you wear.

My father, who has a slightly broken sense of body due to his muscle weakness, is less disadvantaged, but my father is higher about modern swordsmanship in the first place.

Besides, since what this battle was going to do was more determined than before, my father had even trained his swordsmanship in anticipation of it so that he could wield it without being forced even with his muscle weakening.

Hardly any difference, I'm sure.

Think that far, Lulu pulls out his sword and sets up.

"Of course... I'll get over it. Then I'll be the next Royal Knights sword guide."

Patrick laughed lightly at such a lull,

"It's surprising that words like that come out of your mouth... I thought you'd throw away your aristocratic status. If you're going to succeed us, you don't have to worry about your adopted son or your brother, so that's fine... right, let's talk about it first. I can't give up my role yet. I have a wife I have to feed."

Getting out of Patrick's mouth was another joke.

There is a territory called this village that has stopped serving as a guide to swordsmanship.

That's enough if you're going to eat it, and even if Patrick has the swordsmanship guide as his neck, that's what will happen in an instant if you make it in the dojo and recruit a gatekeeper.

That's all martial arts fame he has.

On second thought, a sieve comes to my position that I have to beat someone like that, but even if I once left the world's most powerful name wanting, I couldn't lose here, even though it was a technology that I had only polished for more than a decade.

So, Lulu said.

"How long can you say that... that's a sight.... Father, let's go!

"Come! Lulu!!

That's how the battle began.

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A tight pressure emanates from each other's bodies.

The structure is like a mirror photocopy, and neither of its appearances on the middle stage seems to shake and see any gaps.

The time that passed with the sword was felt as if forever or for a moment.

inferior to Patrick in sword technology itself, Lulu.

But by nature, in the art of reading, you should never have lost.

Because Lulu has a lot of experience in the Demon King era, and that experience is something that works no matter what their presence is.

However, unlike at the time, Lulu's physical abilities were diminished by the fact that his flesh was human (human), and he was no exception to that as regards vision.

The demon king's technology, which has integrated his opponent's wandering, breathing, muscular sounds, and all that stuff to look ahead, is forced to deteriorate in this world.

As a result, it was also possible that Patrick was in the same row or even slightly inferior to Patrick in the reading as it is now.

That's why Lulu decided to abandon himself where the opponent would hit as the lead and the first-hand readings predicting it.

If I attacked him at the beginning, I understood that Patrick would accurately spot that gap and poke at him.

But keeping up with each other doesn't start.

The first thing I do is add the first shot, and then I just grind my mind and respond.

I won't have time to think about it.

But I've been training these past few years to just move naturally out of my body without having to think about it.

So......

That's how Lulu kicked the ground.

Of course, Patrick instantly senses the movement and moves his body to respond to Lulu's attack.

Apparently it was Patrick's prediction that Lulu didn't wave his sword, sticking it in, and Patrick lowered his sword tip slightly, laying back and avoiding it.

But Lulu and I didn't understand that would happen.

He sensed Patrick's immediate evasive behavior and forcefully pulled back the power he was pouring into him to slaughter Patrick, who shifted his body to the side.

"... Huh!?

Even as Patrick, he seemed to think that a second shot would be made without getting into his hair, but he just kept an eye out for that speed.

I'm glad I put the sword I was lowering between my own body and Lulu's sword and played that slash, but I had to distance myself and Lulu and Patrick were to leave until a similar distance to the beginning.

Let Lulu take the lead and try Patrick, who would have been after the counter, and this choice wouldn't have been a very good one.

In fact, Patrick's gaze, staring from five steps away from Lulu, dwells in a frivolous gaze, not as calm as it was just a moment ago.

Normally, anyway, I may have admitted that I'm not the one to try and relieve now that I'm in a reduced muscle strength state.

I didn't show much in my training until yesterday, the aggressive and better part of Lulu.

I didn't show much in my real-life training with my father, and I wished Lulu's style of contemporary swordsmanship, which I worked out with Rusty, had been enough to make me father and difficult to cope with at first sight.

"Don't do it, Lulu. Why didn't you fight like that until yesterday?

Even though I was a little surprised, my father, who had not yet lost his spare time, heard that with a smile.

But I can see that smile burning a slight struggle.

Patrick acknowledges Lulu as the opponent to fight.

To that, Lulu felt exalted as if in his previous life, when he had fought the brave.

"Dad said... you should keep one or two trump cards. When you're an adventurer, I'm not going to spare you because I don't want to die, but I should still avoid doing everything I can... I'm thinking, too."

Trump card for Lulu.

It was, in other words, magic, technology as an ancient demon tribe, but against my father was the style of this aggressive battle.

The moves I use undoubtedly stop by the orthodox swordsmanship I learned from my father, but if I saw something that knew Lulu well about the whole thing, I would squeal like this instantly.

That's how the Demon King fights.

Whereas my father is the type of swordsman who politely crushes and drives his opponent's escape one by one, Lulu is the type of swordsman who chases and smashes him no matter how much he tries to escape.

What Lulu learned from his father was how to push him, but Lulu digested it within himself and reassembled it as a new style for him.

I wouldn't have done that if Lulu had been a normal boy.

Normally, it is impossible to customize swordsmanship with improvements, which has been highly rationalized over the years by being passed down.

However, Lulu had accumulated a lot of experience to do so.

Rationalizing modern swordsmanship into a form that suited itself, to the extent that it did not break its framework, was rather an interesting task for Lulu as well.

And as a result, Lulu was to make some strides in that swordsmanship over anything he had ever passed on.

That progress is neither so easy nor so easy to make, nor can it be dealt with immediately because we have seen it.

Speaking of Patrick, the reason remained the same, which is why he showed admiration for Lulu's moves.

"Think, or... the basics of the moves must definitely be what I taught you... but it sounds like you should consider the details different and the thoughts themselves to operate.... Are you a genius? No... it looks more like a rational method of warfare backed by sophisticated experience... Hmm."

Then, many times as we put the swords together, Patrick starts crushing things like that.

It's almost something close to the right answer, and I'm rather surprised at Lulu for my father, who has gone that far thinking in just a few matches of meetings.

"Well, good...... I know more or less what you want to do. It's time to get physically close to each other's limits. Shall we finish next…"

That said, Patrick lagged slightly behind.

I feel an unparalleled mightiness in that temper.

The moves he's about to unleash.

That doesn't make any sense, it also looks like an upper cut.

But not really.

The move can be described as a special blow in which all of the orthodox swordsmanship Lulu has ever learned from Patrick is caged.

Not Patrick, Lulu, and Rusty can use it, but that skill is incomparable.

But now on this occasion, there was only one move that Lulu could handle.

So decide to be ready.

Lulu and Patrick did so across the street and at the same time shouted the name of the move.

"Let's go, Lulu...... one (one) katana!!