MTY: Chapter 141

For the first time I can remember, I fight to wake up. For what feels like hours I drift between sleep and the cusp of consciousness. Each time I draw close to waking I can hear voices around me, an air of concern and occasional urgency. My curiosity burns, but my body refuses my attempts to return to the land of the living.

Although still groggy, eventually I manage to pry my eyes open to a dark room. As I look around the room, I begin to put the pieces together. All around me are people covered in dirt, dust, and blood. There are more than a dozen people packed into this small room, most of which are sleeping on pelts and blankets, with only a few people lucky enough to be on beds.

These must be the people affected by the undead horde. People who lost their homes were injured or had to avoid their homes due to the disaster. As someone collapsed on the street I must have been mistaken for one of them and carried here. However, that only begins to answer the questions swirling in my mind right now. What time is it? Why didn’t my normal sleep habits kick in this time? Where are my friends in all of this? These are the questions I need to answer urgently. The rest can wait.

In an effort not to disturb the other people sleeping, I slowly raise from the bed and begin to lightly step between sleeping bodies. My poor balance as I try to tiptoe between them reminds me that there hasn’t been a large need for stealth since my arrival in this world. I should probably make an effort to remedy my poor stealth skills in the future. Who knows when avoiding a fight could save my life?

“Pssst~ Over here~” I hear a soft voice call out

I look around the room for the source and notice a hand beckoning me from the doorway.

Unsure if the call was truly for me or not, I rush through the room attempting to not raise anybody. As I make it through the doorway and look around to see the source of the call I am met with a surprise.

“Anata?! What are you doing here?” I have to stop myself from yelling

“I heard a rumor that a girl by your description was found collapsed in the danger zone right after the attack suddenly stopped. When I arrived I saw you funnily walking through that room so I thought I would call out to you.” She says with a small giggle and a smile

“It’s the middle of the night?! Why would you be checking on a rumor like that so late?!” I ask in a loud whisper

“Well, I just kept checking on rumors like that and it was this late before I knew it. I’m glad I finally found you.” She answers with a sad smile

As I see the look on her face I remember the last time we spoke. When I had my blade to the Yuusha’s throat, holding a clear intention to use it, and she cried out desperately from the stands for me not to.

As the memory rushes back to me, I must show it on my face, because her expression darkens as well. She struggles to look me in the eyes as I try to find the words to apologize, eventually turning her gaze to the paved road at our feet.

“Anata… I-”

“I’m sorry!” Anata interrupts in a startlingly loud voice

“Ah-!” She says as she covers her mouth and looks through the door at the room of sleeping people

With a small sigh of relief, I can tell that she didn’t disturb anyone.

“I don’t understand, what are you apologizing for?” I ask

It’s not like I feel guilty for trying to kill the Yuusha, it’s simply a matter of survival, but I can’t help but feel guilty after what I did to Anata. I was ready to make her witness his death by my hands. I in no small terms betrayed her. What could she possibly have to feel sorry about?

“What Hark did that day… I can understand why you were angry. He didn’t just take the fight too far, but he… he… he did something unforgivable. I didn’t want to see him die… but it was wrong of me to try to stop you. I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy to decide to kill a friend like that, but if he continued his berserk state he could have… killed so many more people. I made you out to be the bad guy. I let my feelings for Hark get in the way of my judgment. It was wrong of me both as a princess and as your friend.” She says with tears welling up in her eyes

“Please… forgive me.” She says as she breaks out into full-on crying

I grab her shoulder to console her, but she rushes forward into my chest and begins crying on my shoulder. Not sure how to proceed in the conversation, I let her cry for a few minutes until she seemed to start calming down. As she does I look around and it begins to hit me. Days have passed again. Repairs have already begun for some of the damaged structures in the area, and tons of bricks and lumber have been dragged in front of dozens of buildings.

“What… What happened after that? How long have I been asleep?” I ask

sniff “The kingdom did everything it could to support those that were displaced or injured. My father has been swept up in trying to soothe the rising tensions with the nobles that were attending the tournament. Rumors have spread that the Tsilge kingdom orchestrated this attack on the arena intentionally as an assassination attempt.” She begins to rattle off events, clearly trying to think of what is most important to get out first

“What happened to my friends?” I ask with a resolute tone

“They have been searching for you as well. After the first few days passed we started taking turns checking out rumors looking for you. I was so worried that something had happened to you at first, but your monsters stayed diligently looking for you. Since your contract with them was clearly still functioning I knew you had to be alright. Everybody else should be sleeping right now… except the imps. Nobody has been able to make them stop searching.” She explained

That sounds like them. I’m glad everybody else is resting at least. I hate that I’ve made everybody worry again, especially so soon after promising them I would be more careful.

“and… what happened to the Yuusha?” I ask in a worried tone

Her look, which had begun to brighten again, sank immediately. Her eyes dart as she tried to figure out how to form the words, and she clearly struggles to keep her composure.

“He’s gone.”

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Update

Neither I nor the series is dead, I just didn’t have any time to write since the last chapter. Hiring on a new editor soon, so hopefully things will start going a bit smoother after that, but for now please be patient as chapters will resume shortly.

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MTY: Chapter 140

As my creation fades from my arms, my legs give out beneath me and I fall to my knees.

My mind grows dull. I know that there is danger all around me and that I need to be doing something about the greater threat now that the whisp is taken care of, but my body simply won’t listen and remains in this defenseless position.

Ah, so this is why the Yuusha sat there as I tried to end his life.

I’ve broken one of the only principles that I had. I want to believe that I did it because she was in pain, or to accept her sins as my own, but I know that isn’t true.

The simple fact of the matter is that absorbing her was simply easier for me than killing her. Her existence had become inconvenient for me, so I ended it. Add to that the power boost I was sure to get from her and it’s hard to argue my selfish intentions.

So here we are, I created a monster that killed every creature in its wake and then absorbed it to get more powerful. I am exactly the disastrous creature that everybody is so scared of. I no longer have any excuses for when they try to end me. Fate has found its way despite my greatest efforts, and now all that’s left is the finale to the story. The part where the righteous hero defeats the dastardly villain.

You have gained power through the experience of others
Skill gained: Command undead
Skill gained: Life drain
Skill gained: Telepathy
Skill gained: Give life

 

As this message appears before me my attention is drawn back to the undead on all sides. They are now standing motionless as they watch me.

“Crumble,” I mutter with resolution and anger at their unwanted stares

As if marionettes with cut strings, the undead around me fall to the ground instantly at my command. Their flesh and bone seem to dry as they lay there, and before long I am surrounded by little more than rancid smelling dust.

As the scene settles around me, the moans and screams that had become a constant in the background begin to subtly fade into nothing. I am left in quiet to my thoughts.

Perhaps none of this truly hit me so hard as one simple realization. A feeling I had grown so used to as to forget it was even there, one that had been maddening me for so long, and yet faded slightly moments ago. Hunger. My body craved the power it had once lost.

I could feel it as she became a part of me again, the power inside me has been growing and swirling in a chaotic unreasonable fashion… but the power from her was matured, refined. Up until now, it was as if I was sipping from a vessel of boiling water, unable to take almost anything in before drawing back… but the power from the whisp was like a chunk of ice. Not only did it serve to fill the vessel further, but it calmed what threatened to boil over. I can easily draw more from it now.

My power feels as though it has multiplied several times over.

I should feel happy about that, shouldn’t I? With this, I might actually be able to stand up against the Yuusha right? Wrong on every account. I can feel the hunger now. The short relief has only made me aware of the pain that is sure to continue to grow, and the only way to make it fade further is to continue to commit the mistake I just made. To consume every creature after it has had a chance to live and grow… to become its own entity. A part of me knows that the strength the Yuusha showed back there… I still wouldn’t be able to handle him. The only way would be to take back every ounce of power I had used to date.

Perhaps if that’s the case then death would be a mercy?

“A-Are you alright?” I hear in a young boys voice behind me

Curious as I am to the origin, my body refuses my command. Even looking his way is out of my control.

“Hello?… H-Hey I think she might be injured!” The boy calls out

I hear voices and footsteps growing closer soon after, but my consciousness begins to fade.

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MTY: Chapter 139

I run full force towards the horde, dreading every second about what I am about to do. Just as the horde feels as though it can reach out and grab me I leap into the air, as high as I can.

Most of the horde is still constrained to the hole made in the stadium wall thanks to my efforts in culling those that entered, so to properly get into the thick of things I have to go even higher than the stadium walls with my jump.

The world seems to contort and my stomach twists into a solid knot as I watch the world get further and further away from me. I desperately will myself to calm down so I can assess the situation from the sky.

It’s far worse than I had previously imagined. Undead are absolutely everywhere. Not only filling out the streets from the breach in the outer wall to here but in all of the surrounding areas around the arena. No wonder that massive subjugation party fell, these numbers far exceed anything that was predicted.

I desperately look into those nearest the stadium in search of the pink glow that I had caught a glimpse of before. Thankfully it was not difficult to pick out of the crowd. The only gap in the shambling hordes formation was a strange circle they seemed to form around something decently large that gave off a bright pink glow.

The whisp I created was quite small, wasn’t it? Could this actually be something unrelated to me?

With this faint hope behind me, I begin falling to the earth once again. The closer the ground gets, the more my body tenses up. Before reaching the ground I all but lose my calm and cast a barrier around myself in panic.

I don’t know what was worse. The sound of bones and meat crushing under the weight of my fall, or the fact that casting the barrier caused me to bounce. After bouncing I once again landed on more of the undead, but not with enough force to do any damage. Instead, my barrier is rolled around on top of them as they attempt to claw at me within it.

As my barrier sinks into the river of undead, and the rolling finally stops, I lay there for a moment. There are a few things I could imagine would be worse than losing my lunch right now, so I collect myself before standing again.

I take a deep breath and prepare a spell before dispelling the barrier around me. As I do dozens of undead pour in from the sides, desperate to assault the puzzling prey before them. To their surprise, however, I disappear. By activating clear I can pass through the horde with little resistance, though they still react when touched. I quickly make progress towards the glow by jumping atop the heads of the undead.

At last, I arrive at the clearing around the pink glow, and my worst fears are realized as I get a good look at the creature in front of me. It appears to be a ghostly figure of a girl, not fully realized, made up of a pink whispy substance. She looks sad and lost as her eyes search the area around her.

Momma? Are you there? I can feel you.

She speaks into my mind as she reaches out her hand toward me.

This is, without doubt, the whisp that I created in that forest, but something seems to have changed about it. Did it rank up?

Clear deactivates around me, I no longer wish to remain hidden. I begin walking towards the phantom.

Momma! It’s you! I’ve been looking for so long!

As I reach her, my words catch in my throat. I know what I must do, but it hurts me so much even to consider it.

Momma, aren’t you happy to see me! Aren’t you proud of me?

The vestige of a girl asks, but the sadness doesn’t leave her eyes. It feels as though she knows the answer.

“Why… Why didn’t you return to me when I called for you?” I ask

The girl looks like she is in pain, but remains silent.

“Why did you raise these undead?” I ask sternly

She begins to cry but remains silent.

“Why did you hurt all of these people?!” I demand

“Be-Because y-you m-m-made me like this.” The girls voice trembles as she attempts to speak aloud

“I created you with the abilities to draw the mana from nature around you and heal injuries. Not create undead and attack settlements.” I argue, raising my voice

I feel as though I am scolding a child, which weighs heavily on my heart.

“E-ever Every day, I-i grew stronger. I took m-more from the c-creatures around me. I d-didn’t k-know better. By the t-time, I realized what I-i was doing. E-e-everything around me was… dead.” She says with incorporeal tears running down her face

With every word she stutters or trips on, her form seems to jerk in a disconcerting fashion.

Whaaaaaa

The sound of a child whaling is broadcasted into my mind, as she continues to struggle with words in front of me.

“I-i tried to fix them… I tr-tried so hard-d! A-and I did! I brought one back!” The girl desperately argues as she begins to look around her

I understand immediately what she meant. One of the creatures that died to her over-active mana drain must have been the first of this undead horde.

She smiles as she looks at them as if they were special to her.

“Y-you called for me… but I w-was s-s-scared. I took so m-much, that I hurt things. I w-wanted to fix things first. I w-went around fixing p-people, and they b-became my friends! I fixed everybody that got hurt a-around me! S-since I fixed more than I broke, I thought you would be proud of me!” As she reaches the end of her sentence, her false smile breaks

She looks at me with a look of defeat, as if she already knows that the words she is saying are false hope. She wanted it so bad, that she said them anyway, even if it was only going to make things hurt more.

I resolve myself to do what must be done.

I walk briskly towards the girl.

She braces and closes her eyes as if she expects me to strike her.

As I reach her I throw my arms around her, even surprising myself that I could touch her in this form. As I embrace her I pull her close to me and say as earnestly as I can.

“I am so proud of you. I am so sorry that I made you go through that. None of this is your fault, it’s mine.”

My own words sting me. If I had properly studied how my powers work I could have avoided this entire tragedy. I not only cause all of those people to suffer, but I carelessly brought life into this world and left it to struggle all on its own. Every bit of this is my fault.

“R-Really? Momma?” The girl asks as she squeezes into me

“Really.” I say as she fades away in my arms

Monster Absorbed
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Integrating stats and abilities
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MTY: Chapter 138

“What an incredible counter-attack by the Yuusha! This match has life in it yet!” The announcer excitedly comments as the undead flood into the arena

Even if the audience is fooled into thinking this is an attack by the Yuusha, there is no doubt in my mind that the light in the distance is the Wisp I made before. The damnable thing is openly broadcasting that it’s looking for the one that birthed it as well! The Yuusha is at my mercy, but if I don’t stop that thing soon then I will be outed for sure!

As I stand there looking between the two, my heart rate begins to skyrocket. I understand fully that I now have to choose between an inevitable death, and giving up the chance at having a life.

Either the wisp makes me into the enemy of all of humanity or I let the man that will one day kill me go, only to grow even stronger than he already is.

If I were to take care of the wisp here, my chances would be higher than 0%. I would at least have a time before I was outed to try and find a solution. Logically it is the better choice, but having only just witnessed the fearsomeness of this creature that lies helpless before me, it is hard to make the logical choice.

Would I really be able to live like that? Knowing that this nightmare was ever-looming, ever-growing closer? I don’t even know if I will live a year at this rate, the risk of being exposed seems to grow greater by the day.

…One attack, it would take only a moment.

As I look at the Yuusha I can only feel a combination of hatred and fear, something about even this weak appearance makes my very core shake. This feeling of vile disgust feels ready to overwhelm me. I draw back my weapon with resolution.

I will slit his throat with one slice, then rush to handle the wisp! That is the only way!

I grasp my sword hard enough I fear that either the handle or my hand itself might shatter under the pressure, and I swing the blade down with all my might.

BZZzt! “PRINCESS?! Where are you?! We need backup out here!”

As that familiar voice played over the com-stone in my inventory, it felt as though the fog cleared from my head. The sounds that I didn’t even notice going dull around me I could suddenly hear.

The cries of fear ringing out all around me.

“Everyone evacuate! This is not part of the fight, a high-level subjugation target has entered the city! I repeat-” The announcer was desperately trying to empty the arena

The people around me had long noticed that this wasn’t an attack by the Yuusha if I had followed through it would have been simple murder. My opportunity was already gone, the fight was over, and I hadn’t even noticed.

What was that? Was I really so scared of him that I could ignore all of this around me? It simply doesn’t feel…right.

bzZZT “PRINCESS!”

Without another moment of hesitation, I dashed towards the horde at full speed. Why had I wasted so much time thinking about this? Screw being ousted, the others are on the other side of this fighting for their lives! This is my mess to clean up.

“W-what is this?! Contestant Mano is dashing straight into the heart of the storm! Perhaps she can hold them off!” The announcer joyously called out

“What are you cheering her on for you fool! The match is over! Focus on evacuating the citizens!” The king jeered in response

“S-sorry sire, just a habit.” The announcer said back in a small voice

Black lightening” I said calmly as I pointed my sword at the horde

The dark current shot from my sword into the undead, burning the closest ones to a crisp. At first, it seems to affect the entire lot, but as the first few rows fall to the ground in a cindered mass those behind them continue their march. Shambling slowly over the remains of those in front of them.

“W-wow, she really managed to take out quite a few of them there. Maybe she has a chance at winning?” The announcer says in a surprised tone

“So she is useful for something other than threatening to murder humanities only hope, fantastic. She should keep that up until we are all gone.” The king responds

This isn’t going to work, I don’t know how many there are, but my mana won’t last forever and I’ve only just finished fighting the Yuusha. Between restoring my wounds and my feeble attempts at damaging him I haven’t exactly got a full tank to burn.

“Kera, I need a report, how many of them are there? What exactly are we dealing with here?” I say over the comstone

“Oh, now you respond! I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since they broke through the outer wall! They have been pouring in non-stop ever since! Most of us are by the wall trying to slow them down, but the imps are headed your way!” Kera yelled through what sounded like combat

“How is the horde even here? I thought they were a few days out and wasn’t a subjugation squad meant to be handling them?” I ask

“No clue how or why they sped up, but the subjugation squad… well let’s just say there were some familiar faces when the first wave came smashing into the city.” Kera answers with a pained tone

So, I guess there is little chance of backup. Worse, my party seems to already be chipping away at them and yet we might as well be facing different hordes all together with how many there are.

I only have one idea… and I desperately don’t like it.

 

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MTY: Chapter 137

…Am I still alive? I almost don’t want to look.

KYAAAAAA!

Well… I hear cries of agony all around me. If I’m not alive then I guess that kind of checks out actually.

I slowly open my eyes to see a pale faced Hark who has dropped to his knees, staring over me with a horified expression. A crack in the ground slowly grows from where he kneels towards my direction.

As I follow the crack I see that it has missed me by little more than a hairs bredth, and I quickly realize where the cries of agony are coming from. Right after the sight of it reaches me, the smell suddenly does as well. Iron and charred meat.

I bring myself back to my feet and draw my weapon. I slowly begin my approach towards the Yuusha while I listen intently through the screams.

“W-What a massacre! Never in tournament history have we seen so many casualties in one match! But… what’s this?! The contestant Mano has somehow survived the blast?!” The announcer yells out, finally coming to his senses

Not yet, that isn’t good enough. I need to be sure.

“What is she doing?! Surely the match is over, right?! The Yuusha has clearly shown himself to be the superior fighter! We must also attend to the survivors immediately!” The king says in true anger

That isn’t enough to make me give up either, you are going to have to try harder than that. If I let this monster live here, then he will certainly be the death of me. I won’t get a chance like this again.

I place the tip of my blade against Hark’s throat. The place where it contacts begins to sizzle, and yet Hark doesn’t react in the slightest.

“Actually, the rules of the tournament clearly state that the match doesn’t end until one contestant dies or admits defeat. If Mano chooses to continue the fight then we can’t claim she has lost yet.” The announcer explains in a nervous tone

I can only imagine how red the king’s face must be right now, but it must be nerve-wracking to tell a king that angry that he is wrong. The results of this conversation determine whether or not Hark lives. It is a trial with his life and my fate on the line. I’m counting on you announcer.

“Who cares about such trivialities?! Aren’t the lives of the audience more important?!” The king yells towards the announcer

Why hasn’t he just declared the Yuusha victorious himself yet? I was planning to take advantage of the moment the announcer claims that the fight continues, and ending Harks life before the king had a chance to, but isn’t this conversation odd? It’s almost like the king is trying to convince the announcer to do it instead. The announcer sounds too scared to say that the fight is ongoing, but also isn’t giving in to his own king.

“A-Ahem! No sire, the rules clearly state that those viewing the fights do so at their own peril! As previously established, the injury or death of an audience member does not have any bearing on the fight itself. We have yet do determine a winner-” The announcer explains, steeling himself

“No, dont!” The king desperately tries to interupt

“The fight continues!” The announcer makes his proclamation all the same, and the audience cheers with uproarious applause

“Mano, please, don’t do this!” I hear someone yell from the stand in a histerical voice

The same voice that yelled out right before the Yuusha’s attack, Anata.

This could be bad, if I murder the Yuusha here I will be making an enemy of her as well as the king. I’m fine with being hated by the royalty, I would just need to go to a different nation, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to be hated by her as well.

“You heard the announcer Anata! The match can only end when one of the two contestants dies or admits defeat! So tell me Hark, do you admit defeat?!” I yell out so both she and the Yuusha can hear me

The Yuusha continues to stare at the carnage, not reacting at all to me or Anata.

“You don’t have to do this! You don’t have to kill him!” She loudly weeps

“Look at the carnage around you! That attack that killed so many and inflicted so much pain? I was its target! Hark has shown his power as a warrior, and now he must show his honor as one as well. If you point your sword at others with the intent to kill, then you must be prepared to be killed as well!” I say as I draw my sword back

I won’t manage to talk my way out of this any better than that. Say goodbye you nightmare!

CRASH! 

My gaze is drawn away from the Yuusha momentarily by the sound of a large explosion to the side. Perhaps due to the pain it just endured, my body puts up its guard before I even have time to think.

As I stare towards the explosion shadows begin to form in the smoke.

You’ve got to be joking…

“WHAT IS THIS?! A horde of undead has broken into the arena! Could this be a counter-attack by the Yuusha?!

Did this idiot set up some kind of large scale attack during that fight?!

The undead continue to pour in by the dozens through the hole in the wall.

There must be hundreds of them… just how far do his cheats go? But why are the entering now? He clearly isn’t giving them any commands.

Momma! Where are you?! I can feel you nearby! Momma! 

A strange voice rings out, interrupting my thoughts. The voice feels as though it’s spoken from within my own head in a staggard artificial voice.

“Huh? Who was that? Is someone in here?” I hear the announcer begin to question

The tone of the crowd turns from excitement to a confused chattering.

Did the voice speak to everybody?

In my attempts to find the origin of the voice, I look hard at the undead horde, and my heart drops into my stomach. In the smoke, I notice a faint pink glow begin to shine through.

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MTY: Chapter 136

Relax! I can’t let my panic get the better of me. This isn’t like the battles that came before this. He might be powerful but he has neither experience or strategy backing him up. If I go face to face with him in a battle of skills I will inevitably lose at this rate, so I just need to switch gears.

I don’t want to use my trump card right off the bat, so I need to find some other way to deal with those undead.

As a test I cast a barrier around one to see what it’s reaction would be. The undead simply continued walking until it hit the barrier, and then it seemed to stop where it was.

“What are you doing! Smash your way through that shield!” The Yuusha yelled out at it, but it continued to stand there motionless

On the other hand, surrounding undead turn towards the shield and start smashing their fist and heads into it.

So they respond to sound then? In that case, rather than deal with them I might have a better idea.

“Earth manipulation!” I purposefully yell out as I put up several stone walls around me

I’ve no doubt that these walls are worth less than paper to him, but it should break visibility between me and the crowd.

I press my finger on my palm, and the cheers of the crowd and the bright sun are swept away as if mere dust.

If I am going to fight the Yuusha, then I might as well take advantage of the few powers the Maou gets.

I immediately start work making an incredibly low-cost custom monster. With the idea of what I am wanting already in my head, it takes very little time to create, though it was surprisingly costly. Hopefully, it won’t be enough to turn the tide in his direction.

Done with my creation the world suddenly floods back into reality, and my creation, tiny as it is, wriggles in my open palm.

“A wall like that isn’t gonna stop me!” I hear the Yuusha yell, and I hurriedly toss the monster into my mouth

In a hurry, I smash the wall opposite that obnoxious voice and dash out of my stone sanctuary just as it crumbles into pieces. I turn to see the carnage and find the Yuusha standing on top of the ruined stone, with his undead climbing over after him. As I look at his smug face, that is so happy to be dominating the fight, I swallow.

“Hey! Attack me! Hold me down!” I yell out

The ugly smirk on his face fades instantly as I do. Perhaps more surprised than worried. That is until the undead started to turn and latch onto him of course.

As I thought, they respond to his voice rather than some kind of magical command. All I needed to do was change my voice to match his and they can’t seem to tell the difference. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any skills or magic that could do that, so I needed to improvise a bit. It seems my ability to make monsters is rather limitless, including monsters with abilities as specific as “Mimic the voice of Hark the Yuusha”. It is rather uncomfortable having it latch onto my throat like this. I hope I can remove it properly later… I think I would rather die here than spend the rest of my life with this idiots voice.

“Hey! What are you doing?! Why are you going after me?! I didn’t say that!” He yells in a panic as the undead start to latch onto him

“Where are you looking?” I snarkily ask as I point my sword towards him

His face turns pale as black lightening shoots from my sword, and turns the undead that was grasping him to ash as it envelops him. As a pale light begins to envelop him again, and my attack fades, I understand that my attack did little damage against him.

How is he doing that?! Are all attacks that use magic useless?!

I look up at the Yuusha, expecting his next bluster or annoying comment, but something is different. His expression is stiff, and he is hardly moving.

Did I do more damage than I thought? Where did his usually insufferable attitude go?

“Aresista-veritas-augemen Increase Speed” He says softly as he returns his blade to the scabbard

I ready my sword to prepare myself, but I’m left dazed as he disappears from sight.

“That really hurt you know?” He says in a chilling voice to my side

I try to turn to look at him, but before my head can so much as twitch the world twist as I am thrown forcefully into the arena wall with a shattering pain in my side.

“Augveritas trenava beri-Quadimos ela-Feiry ka Holy Slash!” I am left crippled in pain, desperately healing my ribs out of my lungs, as he begins a chant far longer than any I’d ever heard

For the first time in memory, someone was speaking a language that I couldn’t understand, and it filled me with utter dread. I might not know the meaning of the words, but it was clear what they would do.

My heart feels as if it falls out of my chest as light begins to gather around the Yuusha, and begins to take form in his hand. Taking none other than the shape of a sword it starts to grow rapidly in front of me.

My every instinct is to get away, but every fiber of me is telling me that it’s too late. This is it, this is where I die.

As the Yuusha raises the sword of lighting into the sky, and it begins to grow to a ridiculous proportion, breaching the limits of the very arena itself, I begin to pray. Not for protection, or salvation, but to curse the incompetent god that put me in this situation.

“This is it!” The Yuusha yells as he brings his hand down

“Hark no! Please!” I hear a desperate voice yell in the distance

CRIIIATCH! SQUELCH!

“”””KYAAAAA!”””””

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