The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

109. Abnormality and White Lily Academy [10] – part 1

Idol, Sid-san and I moved to the first exercise hall next to the gymnasium.

There was a large square stone stage in the building, which was only slightly smaller than the gymnasium.

The swordsmanship club was practicing there until just a while ago, but…

When Idol explained the situation, they gave up the place readily.

And as the members of swordsmanship club watched from the sleeves of the stage,

「Come, Allen. We can fight to our hearts content!」

Idol excitedly took my hand and tried to get up to the stage.

However, Sid-san stopped her.

「Oi, wait a minute, Idol. Why are you first?」

「I’m the one who got this place. It’s my natural right.」

「That doesn’t have anything to do with anything. First of all, you lost at the Sword King Festival just recently! It’s not like you’re going to win, so stand back!」

「…Kuh. Who was the one that got beaten to a ragged state at the Big Five Holy Festival…?」

One thing I’ve learned in the past two weeks.

The short tempered Sid-san and the belligerent Idol – the chemistry between the two is the worst.

And as I heaved a sigh loudly,

「I’m gonna kill you.」

「…Let’s see you try.」

The ground under Sid-san’s feet began to freeze, whereas electricity began to flow through Idol’s body.

(Oi, Oi, give me a break…!)

If these two fight in such a place, this first exercise hall will surely be blown to bits.

Then, the trouble I went through to prohibit soul dress will be for naught.

「P-Please calm down. Uh… I got it! Why don’t you decide the order of battle with “Rock, Paper, Scissors” fairly? 」

I forced my way in between them right away and managed to calm them.

「Muh… If Allen says so.」

「Tch, whatever.」

Idol agreed, followed by Sid-san’s consent.

「Then, let’s start… Rock, Paper…」

I took the lead, and the two shook down their right fist towards their open left palm.

Looking closely at both of their hands… Sid-san’s hand was paper, and Idol’s hand was rock.

(The opponent for the first match is Sid-san.)

The moment when Sid-san laughed, assured of his victory, Idol’s face clouded and tremendous electricity ran through her whole body.

(Flying Thunder God?! And that amount of output…)

But why on earth…?

When I was closely observing Idol’s hand, something incredible happened.

(This!)

Her『hand』slowly changed shape.

『Change』that transcends human reaction rate.

『Change』just before the right hand hit her open left palm.

As a result.

Sid-san’s hand remains the same『Paper』.

On the other hand, Idol’s hand was『Scissors』.

Idol became the first one to cross swords with me.

「Fufu, my victory…」she said, and took my hand and went up to the stage.

(That feels a little sly, but…)

There was no rule that the use of soul dress is prohibited in this rock-paper-scissor.

And Idol changed her hand in the middle of their hands being shaken down – if we disregard ethics, then by rules it was her victory.

「Te, Teme Idol… That’s cheating!」

「Fufu, only the results matter.」

「Guh…」Sid-san complained, but he seemed to be convinced for the time being.

「Well, uh… Let’s decide the rules before we start the swordsmanship match!」I said cheerfully, to change the stiff atmosphere.「First of all, the use of soul dress is prohibited. Attacks that cause serious injury to the other party are also prohibited. The victory conditions are… How about pushing your opponent off this stone stage?」

I proposed simple rules that borrowed from the rules of such as the Sword Festival, Big Five Festival, and Sword King Festival.

「I have no objection… Come on, let’s do it now!」

She unsheathed both swords impatiently, assuming a unique stance.

Her right leg was half a step forward, and the left foot was half a step behind.

The right hand maintained a slightly higher position, and the left hand was pulled back – a Two-Sword Style.

(Slashing with the right hand, while thrusting with the left hand. As usual, it’s a super-aggressive stance…)

While raising my guard, I unsheathed my sword and assumed Seigan no Kamae.

「Here I come… Allen!」

「Aa… Come!」

The moment our gazes crossed, Idol broke into a run straight towards me.

「Thunder Style – Heavy Thunder!」

Both swords cut through the air at lightning speed, and ten slashes were fired.

I could see each of them – very calmly.

(It’s exactly as I thought…)

Regardless of the presence of darkness, my physical abilities have improved significantly.

Perhaps, the plain training I did every day finally bore fruit a little.

I avoided the looming ten slashes. With only footwork, without engaging with my sword.

Not by dodging backwards, but by moving forward through the gaps in the slashes, closing the distance with her.

「No, way!」

Not using my sword to defend all the slashes, surprised Idol quite a bit.

I didn’t miss that opportunity, and unleashed a diagonal slash containing my full body weight.

「HA!」

「Kuh…!」

She crossed the two swords in front of her and readied a perfect defense.

The moment when sword and sword collided, and sparks flew together with a dull metallic sound,

「…Kyaa!」

Unable to withstand the impact, Idol was blown back, rolling straight out of the stage.

Out of field – my win.

(What a strange feeling. This『power』feels very familiar to my body.)

This is by no means that guy’s – power of『darkness』.

This felt much different… A fundamental『something』that belonged to the individual known as『I』.

(There is a need for me to try a little more of everything…)

As I was thinking about that, Idol slowly stood up and looked at me with an expression that screamed『Unbelievable!』.

「Allen, what is… that power…? It’s impossible for a human being…」

「Ah, ahaha… Even if you say so…」

As I was at a loss for an answer,

「That’s pathetic, Idol. Quietly stand there and watch how a real fight goes.」

Sid-san came up to the stage, with a heinous smile.

「You had better not let your guard down… If it’s a contest of strength, you can’t win.」

「…I already know that from watching just now.」

After a short exchange of words with Idol, he slowly pulled out his sword.