MTY: Chapter 135

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE MATCH WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR IS FINALLY HERE! YOU CAN JUST FEEL THE EXCITEMENT IN THE ARENA TODAY CAN’T YOU?!” The announcer all but screams as the crowd roars in excitement all around us

It’s loud, I know it is because of the pain resonating in my ears, but I can hardly hear a thing. My heartbeat is the only thing resonating in my mind as I stare across the arena at the dangerous creature standing in front of me, standing there with a dopey expression.

This is my chance, if I miss it I may never get another. At the same time, as soon as I put my plan into motion to finish him off there is no going back. Even if the chance presents itself the repercussions for following through might be fatal.

“I must admit, the challenger Mano was hardly even on my radar when the Tournament first started. I think everybody expected this dark horse to fall in the first round, but round after round she managed to surprise everybody. Again, she faces a foe that we all assume she has no chance against. Will she manage to surprise everybody yet again? Let’s ask our extra special guest, that we are honored to have with us today, KING ULRICH!” the announcer shouted out

You’ve got to be kidding me…

It’s almost as if they try to kill the tension.

“If you ask me, you all give her far too much credit. Her strength up until this point has clearly been a fluke, and even if it was genuine it cannot be compared to the Yuusha.” The shady king prattles off in a condescending tone

“Ahh, you certainly called out the elephant in the room didn’t you sire? I’m sure quite a few of our viewing audience feels the same way today. Isn’t this exactly what the tournament is about though! Anything can happen, anyone can win, someone will emerge the new champion!” The announcer responds as if trying to revive the excitement of the arena again

Wait, was it a taboo to mention the fact that the Yuusha won’t lose? It’s not like I don’t understand why most people would think that, but I didn’t expect them to avoid mentioning it just to keep the buzz going.

On the other hand, the dope standing across from me seems more excited than ever.

Taking advantage of the deafening sound, I use Status on the Yuusha.

Name: Hark
Species: Yuusha
Level: 62
Skills:
Sword Arts 2
Regeneration
Magic Formula Construction
EX elemental compatibility
Shield Arts 1
Raise Undead
Devine Protection
Drain
Life detection
Superhuman Strengthening
Perception
Magic Augmentation
Alchemy
Poison resistance 3
EXP gain boost
Dryads blessing
Summon Familiar
Taboo
Knowledge from this individual is incompatible.

 

And again, we have information that draws up more questions than answers. First off, why is his species set as “Yuusha” rather than “Human”? I could understand if my species read something different, but shouldn’t the Yuusha be a full-blooded human? Second, where in the world did he acquire all of these odd skills from? I don’t actually know how the Yuusha acquires his skills, but it doesn’t feel like there is any consistency to these? Is he a swordsman, a mage? Heck, I could make a pretty good case for him being a lich if I looked at these skills the right way. I mean, why does the Yuusha even have the summon undead skill?

“Why are we still delaying this farce? Can we start already, I’m quite looking forward to the feast we prepared for the winner.” The king says dismissively

If I do decide to destroy humanity, I’m starting with him.

“You heard the king! Let’s get this party started everybody! Let the final round… BEGIN!” The announcer says quite suddenly

As soon as he gives his signal, both me and the Yuusha dash towards each other.

I can see the joy in his eyes as he rushes wholeheartedly towards me, fortunately, he seems a bit too focused.

“WHAa-! What in the…” Suddenly he trips and tumbles forward before we reach one another

Along with the golem that I summoned beneath his feet to trip him, I summon nearly a dozen more to grab and pile on top of him.

Just as I think that they have a proper grip on him, they all begin to crumble into dirt again. A light seems to be flowing from them into the Yuusha.

So directly attacking him with the golems is out then? Not that that really matters, I have plenty more ways I can use them.

I begin setting up my next attack when a clump of earth comes hurtling towards my face. With my concentration interrupted several of the casted golems that had yet to crumble fall to pieces releasing the Yuusha.

“Let’s see how you like fighting adds! Raise Undead!” He yells out as he brings his hand to his chest and a light begins to emanate from him

Chills ran down my spine as several boney hands begin to grasp at my legs. As I look down in a hurry I see dozens of corpses clawing their way up from underneath me. Almost on instinct I sever the hands with my sword and jump high into the air.

The hands left still on my legs still refuse to let go, and continue to squeeze as hard as they can.

“Where are you looking?” I hear suddenly from much closer than I had expected, and when I look up the Yuusha is high up in the air with me preparing a strike

“Yara-Jikanjigan-Fecilico Blazing Fist!” He begins to chant out of nowhere

As he chants his fist is covered in a blue flame.

Unable to react or dodge up in the air, all I can do is block.

CRITCH… BAM!

I can hear the bones in my arm breaking as it intercepts the strike, if not for the pain I might have been happy that the strike threw my back to the ground.

I cast Restore on my broken arm and jump backward to create some distance between me and the Yuusha.

My mind is racing, trying to think of how to counter his skills, as he returns to the ground himself. He enthusiastically brandishes his sword as his undead army continues to surface.

 

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MTY: Chapter 134

“…I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” The boy asks

The mood in the room has shifted. It was frantic and joyous just a second ago, and yet now I can feel the silence in the room as he waits for my answer.

“It can heal as well? It’s the main thing I use it for actually, though I always figured it would be useful for equipment repair.” I explain loosely in an attempt to lighten the mood

My attempts fail, however, as the mood only seems to grow more serious as the boy takes in my statement. Silence falls between us as he thinks it over. I’m almost relieved when he suddenly starts shifting around items on his desk in a brisk manner.

It’s hard to tell what exactly he is doing, however. He seems to be shifting around papers purposefully, but he doesn’t seem to be reading the contents at all.

“Bit-aqua-tu create water” He says as he steps away from the desk

As he cast the spell a spray of water covers the documents, and even from a small distance it is clear that the ink on them has begun to run and smudge beyond recognition.

I begin to slightly panic as I watch all of this. These items belong to him as far as I’m aware, but they are clearly valuable. To watch them suddenly get destroyed is a distressing sight, to say the least.

“Please… try to use the spell on these scrolls.” He says as he motions towards the destruction he just caused

“Aren’t these papers important to you, why use them for an experiment?” I ask, still confused by his actions

“If what you are saying is correct, then learning the elements of your spell is far more important.” He says without a shred of doubt

Clearly, he seems to have noticed something absurd about the spell… I may have made a mistake showing it to him.

I ponder for a moment about wether or not I should do as he ask, and before long I raise my hand towards the papers and prepare to cast the spell.

Whether or not this is a sign of me being the Maou, I still don’t know enough about the spell to understand what is so special about it. As my primary source of healing, I can’t simply seal the spell away forever, but it would be too much of a risk to use it and risk being exposed if I don’t fully understand what it is I need to be hiding. All the same… using this spell might expose me as the Maou. If it does I will need to deal with him before he can expose me.

As a precaution, I silently cast the spell to avoid him learning the words associated.

As I do the water slowly begins to separate itself from each sheet of paper, and the ink begins to return to its former place and form clear letters. As the water lifts off of the paper it floats towards the point the boy was standing before disappearing.

“What in the world?” I ask aloud as I watch the strange scene unfolding

The boy slowly goes over each paper, feeling it for dampness. After he seems satisfied with that he moves over towards where the water floated and touches the ground beneath it.

“It’s as I thought. This is far more amazing than just a functional version of repair magic… or even an advanced form of healing magic. This seems to be a spell that reverses time on the subject.” The boy explains utterly dumbfounded

“What?! Don’t you think that’s a little bit of a leap in logic?! All it did was move around some water and ink, right? Why would you think time was reversed?” I ask frantically, both in an attempt to get some answers and place doubt in case he is correct

“There was a reason why I used this test. If it was a repair spell, even an incredibly advanced one, the water would have remained in place or been displaced slightly away from the object. Instead, it not only removed the water, and restore the papers to how they were, but it moved the water to its point of origin. Even that would be possible with an incredibly high mana usage magic formula, but there is no way that any spell along those lines could possibly return the water to mana.” The boy explains as he takes a seat and holds his head

Could… could he be right? I will admit the spell never really did seem to function like what you would expect from a healing skill, and it would explain why Afeuro’s wounds wouldn’t heal no matter how much I used it. Her wounds were days old by that point.

“Have you… ever tried to use it on the dead before?” The boy let out amongst the silence

There was guilt and shame in his voice. It felt like a question he didn’t want to ask, but felt he had to.

“Yes, as a test I used it on some recently killed monsters. It restored their corpses to their forms before death, but they remained lifeless.” I explain

I can understand his wariness. When I thought it had the potential to restore the dead I deeply considered sealing the spell away for good. It felt wrong to even test it in the first place.

“Good, so it has limits. When it restored the water to mana it did so in the air where it was cast, rather than returning it to me. With those two test, I think we can conclude that it can’t affect lifeforce directly. If it could return the mana from a spell to the caster then it would be a catastrophic discovery. No doubt an even greater tool of war than even the Yuusha.”

A power greater than the Yuusha? That’s it!

“I figured out how I can win! I’ve got to go!” I say as I bolt out the door

“Wait! We need to test fu-” Was all I could hear the boy say before I was out of earshot

Sorry, usually I would take a more cautious approach, but this isn’t an opportunity I can miss… if this works I might just be able to kill the Yuusha entirely.

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Not on Hiatus

Sorry for the delay, I’m not taking a break or anything, just taking a while to write this chapter. Life situations are making my time for writing super small, but I’m getting at it when I can. You can expect it any day now.

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MTY: Chapter 133

“Ahhhhhh! Grandma is going to kill me… no, worse, she is going to test her new spells on me again! If only I could stumble on the spell that could fix this!” The boy whines loudly as he kneels before the destroyed window

I lost my chance to enter without it being awkward, didn’t I? I can’t really be worrying about that, though, since I only have so much time before the match.

“Oh! He-”

“EEEEIIII! It was like that when I got here I swear grandma!” The boy screams as he whips around to face me

Though he puts his arms in front of him as if to brace for impact so I doubt he can see me.

“As much as I would love to watch your continuous acts of bravery, I’m not your grandmother.” I say flatly

“Hm? Oh! Phew, I thought you were the headmaster. She might have actually killed me this time! Would she notice if I moved one of the bookshelves in front of that window?… probably, she did notice the last time I did that.” He says disheartened as his attention switches quickly back to the hole

Am I being ignored?

Realizing that I probably won’t get much out of him as is I cast restore on the window.

The boy’s eyes widen, and he gave captivated follows every shard and chunk of stone as it slowly raises from the ground and replaces itself in the window seal.

“How did you do that?! Is it some advanced form of telekinesis magic?… no, there are no creases where the chunks meet. It’s as if they have been melded back together! Could this be a functioning version of repair magic?!” The boy fires off questions and observations while never once looking away from the window

How is it that the window getting fixed somehow made it worse?

“Hey! I need you to focus! I don’t have long and I need your help. I can deal with whatever questions you have about the window later!” I say sternly as I grab the boy by the shoulder

His head twists around, and he places his hand on mine

“Promise?” He asks, with a twinkle in his eye

You know, once upon a time, I thought he was the normal one at this academy. Please don’t let that somehow become me.

“In that case, I am at your service, what do you need?” The boy says in an overly stiff manner

I’m taken aback for a second and consider whether or not I want to let that slide. This feels like the kind of thing that if it isn’t corrected will become permanent…

No, I don’t have time for that.

“I need you to teach me how to create a spell,” I say

“Hm?! You really dumped a tough one on me…” He says dropping his shoulders and looking defeated

“Is it really such a difficult thing? Isn’t it just about learning the chant and having an image in mind?” I ask, confused at his dismay

“That is like saying that learning a new language is just ‘Memorizing the words’. Perhaps it is as simple as memorizing the chant when learning a single spell, but crafting a new spell would mean learning the entire magical language.” He explains

“In that case is there any kind of crash course? If I have the ability to craft spells on the fly I think I might actually stand a chance today.” I ask, my desperation slowly turning my tone into that of begging

“I don’t think you are understanding me. I’m saying that it’s impossible no matter how long you have. The magical language has been lost to humans for centuries. Although there is some level of understanding of basic principles, such as combining elements or what some words mean, it takes a near lifetime just to learn how to make a fireball slightly larger. Your incredible mana-refinement dwarfs what learning the magical language could do for most by far.” He continues

It’s been lost to humans? How does that kind of thing even happen? I can’t imagine in a world as dangerous as this one that the knowledge of how to create new magics would die off naturally.

“So new spells haven’t been made in hundreds of years?” I ask in disbelief

If that is the case then I need to be careful using skills obtained by monsters. Before I thought I could just claim that it was some kind of magic, but if the spells that mankind can use are limited I would basically be admitting to being the Maou by using them.

“Of course not! If new spells were never made magic would stagnate, and interest in it would drop even further! We already have such a shortage of devoted mages!” He begins to say emphatically as if I have struck a nerve

“But you just said that humans lost the knowledge of how to make new spells?” I ask, confused

“We lost the knowledge to create a spell as intended. While we may not know the meaning of the words anymore, we still have thousands of records recorded in the magical language. Thus it is every mages duty to try out combinations of these words on a daily basis to test for new effects and spells. That is what I was doing when you arrived, though I have no idea why it fired off such a destructive blast… the words were repurposed from several party trick spells.” He says as he scratches his head and looks back towards the window

So, this was a dead end then? I figured a power that required that I study to obtain would be something I could hold over that moron of a Yuusha.

“Now! My turn! Teach me the chant for that spell! If I can repurpose it I might even be able to create a new healing spell!” The boy excitedly begs, while holding onto one of my hands

“That… isn’t necessary. It can do that as well.” I say, slightly overwhelmed by him

 

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Maou the Yuusha is back!

Thank you, everyone, for your patience. I took the time to let my hand fully heal, and now there is no difficulty at all with typing. Please look forward to Maou the Yuusha returning back to it’s regularly scheduled releases. Now that I’m a bit creatively refreshed as well hopefully there will be a rise in quality as well.

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MTY: Chapter 132

I feel the crisp cold air on my face as I watch the sun rise over the buildings and the great wall surrounding the city in the distance. From the top of the arena, the city certainly looks beautiful, doesn’t it?

Even though I know that I should have spent last night resting and preparing for today’s fight… I just couldn’t fall asleep. With how instantly sleep has come to me since I came into this world I had forgotten how horrid it is to toss and turn in the anxiety of something horrible happening. For some reason, my body simply would not rest last night… and yet I don’t feel the least bit tired.

I started to wander the streets through the night, thinking to myself, trying to prepare myself. I’m not stupid, I know that the Yuusha probably won’t kill me today. As ignorant and childlike as he is, he probably wouldn’t kill without a good reason. All the same… I’m scared. This fight is probably the best chance that I will get to end this. If I were to kill him within the rules of the tournament I would be free from suspicion.

know I’ve trained harder to him, I know I’ve gained better equipment than him, I know that by all rights I should win. Logically it only makes sense. With the way the Yuusha gains power, every second I delay is a greater gap in our power. Without the power held within that wisp, that gap grows even further in his favor, and I’m still not even sure if I can even handle the power within it yet.

Regardless, even if not all the cards are stacked in my favor, this is the best hand this world is likely to ever deal me. Knowing that… if I fail there is a good chance there is no coming back. If even his complete lack of focus or effort has made him more powerful than me, then what hope will I ever stand?

Even at night, the streets had people wandering about. I felt the need to be alone with my thoughts, to try to process the facts that I had been refusing to face up to this point. Eventually, I decided to head to the Arena. When not in use it was always such a quiet place. I waited out the morning from the top of the stands, where I had first met Reese.

Staring out onto the dimly moon-lit city I pondered one question.

“What do I do if I can’t win?”

I must have imagined a million scenarios, but in none of them did I end up happy. Not wanting to run away from it anymore, I refused to trick myself and thought about things logically. Perhaps the fear made me pessimistic, but if my fate wasn’t to defeat the Yuusha… then I couldn’t think of a future that ended without pain.

What do you do when you know every path leads to pain? How do you pick between bad endings?

It’s weird… despite the fact that I can’t remember anything specific, I still remember the line that always used to show up in anime.

“Considering how to handle losing before the battle has even begun will always result in defeat!”

I can’t help but scoff at that line now. Is there no way to fight without blindly charging ahead without considering the consequences? If that line is true, then fate truly is a cruel entity.

These thoughts carry me throughout the night. Before I know it the sun begins to rise, and I am met with the final day of the tournament.

There is one thing I can think of that will give me an edge over the fight that is now just a few hours away.

As I walk the deadly silent streets, that are slowly filling with those that have just pulled themselves from bed at the crack of dawn, I begin to wonder if I am making the right choice. After my last encounter, this place scares me almost as much as facing the Yuusha. I simply have to remind myself on several occasions that there is no reward without at least some measure of risk.

I breathe deeply before walking into the front gate of the Royal magic academy. The courtyard and halls both seem to be even more empty than the streets outside. I suppose of the students that are left, none are diligent enough to be awake at this early hour. The last time I was here most of them seemed to be using this place as more of a hangout spot than a place of learning so I might have been more surprised to see people working hard this early.

Unable to find the boy that greeted me before, and still not knowing my way around, I begin to wander throughout the halls of the building looking for someone to direct me. If there is anybody here at this hour it should be a quick job to find them. This place is quite large from the outside, but most of its grounds are made up by the courtyard in the center. The courtyard is surrounded on all sides by one large connected building, that seems to be almost entirely classrooms. Opposite to the entrance seems to be where various offices, meeting rooms, and what little student housing they offer is located. To walk the entire grounds would take less than 20 minutes.

The halls are silent with all but the echoing sound of my steps across the hard wooden floors. The entire building feels almost eerily quiet as if completely abandoned. I must admit that there is a level of relief when I finally notice a light pouring out of a nearly closed door when I make my way to the office area.

The mood becomes eerie once again however when I begin to notice weird mumbling as I approach the door. Cautious of the origin, I peek through the opening to see what the source is before entering.

“Ai-Yon-Fera, Fikbon-Fa-Tera, Hien-Ko-Fira, Rakan-Koyu-Fa”

What I saw was an entirely different kind of stunning than I had prepared myself for. The boy I met before is the only occupant of the room, sat at a desk with a single candle lit next to him. Surrounding him are numerous books, well more than a dozen, all of which open and within reaching distance. The boy is jumping between books, following random lines with one of his hands as he reads out strange words. For some reason he is holding his other hand away from himself with his wrist extended were his palm faces outward.

He looks haggard. As if he hasn’t slept in days.

“Niji-Ko-Fira, Reya-Te-Aera, Jaryu-Te-Aega, Fa- WHAH!” Suddenly amidst the garbled words, his hand begins to glow as papers begin to fly up around him, and the book pages start to flip wildly about

Wait, is that air hitting my face?

“Of all ones to work, why did it have to be this one! Grandma is going to kill me!” The boy says as he places his other hand on his wrist, and aims the outward stretched hand at the window

Just as I begin to understand what is going on, snake-like vortexes begin to wrap around the boy’s arm before blasting outward into the window. The impact is destructive. Not only does it easily shatter the glass, but much of the surrounding window frame has also been taken.

 

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Hiatus

Sorry, there will be a short Hiatus (a few weeks to about a month or so). I injured one of my hands pretty badly, and it has been slowing down the writing of this chapter massively. On top of that, I’ve had a 103 fever for several days. After just about pulling my hair out trying to write this chapter, I’ve decided to put working on it off until I’ve fully recovered.

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