I hear a neigh.
A worried Fuuma comes over to me. I said I was going to end it, but thanks to my carelessness, I was the one who almost ended.
I hear the kyururu cry of the baby.
Is it hungry? Did it wet itself? I don’t know how much time has passed.
I regenerate my limbs and stand up after healing my wounds.
Unfortunately, the longsword was dropped with my arm, so it’s not here. And I don’t have the magic mirror shield. I must have dropped it when I crashed into trees.
I want to go look for them, but it won’t let me.
The oni stands with a confident smile. It must be sure it’s winning after seeing me so spent.
I don’t have a weapon, no shield to protect myself, and spent a lot of magic energy. If I keep fighting like this, I have no chance.
I exhale, and take out the sword Teruki Amatsu used from my Storage Space.
I didn’t want to use a memento from my countryman, but it already cut the hand of the silver-haired guy.
I have more weapons in the Storage Space, but I picked this one because I’m the most familiar with it.
It’s a weapon made by and for a person.
I concentrate magic energy with it in hand.
I look at the crying baby and remember something. The light flash the silver-haired buy used.
That light seemed to cut away all the darkness.
Cool, I want to use it too, I thought when I saw it, but can I?
As with everything, it’s important to start with belief.
I’m sure I can use it.
With that in mind, I focus magic energy with what I learned with Trace and build it.
Magic energy is a strange thing. It’s an energy that was just in my body before I knew it. And I’ve been using it like it’s nothing ever since I entered the dungeon.
It’s fuel to use skills, that causes all sorts of miracles.
I also use magic circles, something that I don’t really understand on a fundamental level, to create phenomena. Magic circles can also be carved into equipment to grant many blessings with magic energy, even if they’re weak.
It passes through blueprints that are skills and magic circles to manifest power.
That’s what magic energy is. So what about this oni, or the staff? It’s only using pure magic energy as its power.
The silver-haired guy’s flash focused magic energy. I didn’t understand it, but I think I can after seeing the oni’s magic energy.
It’s using pure magic energy, not through a skill or magic circle. But that means it’s using immense magic energy.
I draw the sword and hold it up while focusing magic energy on the blade.
I’m uneasy about my remaining magic energy, but I’m confident it will work for some reason. Maybe I’m wrong, but I’m not backing down.
I vow to turn the magic energy into a blade that will cut the oni.
I did this a lot with the greatsword of fortitude. I’m good at turning my thoughts into power.
Light shines in my hand. It’s in the blade.
The oni’s expression gets cloudy like it’s wary of the light.
I can’t send this attack out like a projectile slash. I have to attack when it attacks with magic.
As expected, it fires magic energy balls.
A few appear, and if one hits me, I’ll take enough damage to not be able to stand up.
With magic energy focused like this, I can’t use other magic. Limit Break has worn off, and I can’t dodge in my normal form.
Dammit, I say as I’m about to release my focused magic energy, and wind blades fall from the sky and eliminate all the magic energy balls.
I run, closing in on the oni without Physical Strengthening.
Fuuma gave me this chance from up there, and I have to settle it or be a failure of a man.
I’m almost there, when a magic energy wave runs.
The impact runs through my body and makes me vomit blood, but I don’t stop.
Uooh! I fire myself up and swing at the oni.
It’s damaged and not very sharp, but it connects.
It clashes against the magic energy clad staff, the light sword runs, cuts the staff, and rips through the oni.
“Amadachi.”
It’s like something’s been severed, and I’m confident when I look at the oni.
A lot of magic energy bursts not just from the cut staff, but also from the oni’s body as it crumbles. It disappears without regenerating.
Only the gray staff remains.
With all my magic energy spent, I fall.
Fuuma comes running, and the baby on its back stopped crying. I assume it cried itself to sleep, but its big eyes are looking at me.
Oni kind (Oni old person, oni)
A race that protected Yggdrasil in a world that once was.
Everything was swallowed, but those who survived still guarded. They were destroyed when a giant monster attacked. A sad race, a loyal race.
Haruto Tanaka (24+1)
Level: 45
Skills: Earth Magic, Trace, Healing Magic, Spatial Grasp, Toughness, Magic Energy Control, Physical Strengthening, Poison Resistance, Storage Space, See Through, Parallel Thinking, Sewing, Limit Break, Dismantling, Magic Energy Circulation, Consumption Reduction (Stamina), Wind Magic, Curse Resistance
Equipment: Holy dragon sword, phantom goat clothes (self-made)
Status: Perfect body (all abilities boosted: small)
World turtle’s stigmata (big effect) (ass)
Summoned beast: Fuuma
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Fuuma (Summoned beast)
Skills: Wind Magic, Toughness, Magic Energy Control, Physical Strengthening, Consumption Reduction (Stamina), Parallel Thinking, Limit Break, Healing Magic, Curse Resistance
Status: Thoroughbred type, World turtle’s stigmata (hoof)
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