High School Hack and Slash - CH 53.2

「Yawn~… The gall to make me wait. C’mon, let’s get started at once.」

There is something I’ve been pondering about.

That is, a battle ought to be fair.

「Oh. To come right in the front, quite the courageous one, aren’t we? If you’re going to get done in anyway, you’d like to get killed right away, right?」

My class in the name of『Raijin』, even now, I still don’t know what kind of class it is, but….

At the very least, I’ve never seen any other class that, in addition to SP, has the status of GP.

So, if I want to have a fair fight, I ought to fight with my GP sealed off.

「As you wish, I’ll cut you in half….. Don’t worry, though. We’ll be sure to train all of your women, okay. Well, once we get tired of them, we’ll give them back, so be sure to watch while stroking yourself or something.」

I used to entertain such lukewarm thoughts.

What an idiot I was.

Along with the referee’s call for the start of the match, the greatsword carried by the『Evil Oni (Lunatic)』 is swung, letting out a roar.

It is a slash from the top right to the bottom left, one that could cut me in half, just as he previously stated.

I’m being underestimated too much.

As I raise my right arm and flick it with the back of my hand, it bounces off with a clunk.

Talk about, light.

「! You bastard!」

I carelessly repel the light greatsword that is swung thoughtlessly.

Compared to Mikan-senpai’s resolve, it’s light as shit and pointless.

As I take a step forward, the stage beneath my feet cracks like a spider’s web.

Holding out both hands and calling him to come at me, I walk up to the shitty Taishou.

Do be at ease.

Even if you show such a frightened look on your face, I’ll be sure to get you.

Even if you show such an Oni-like look on your face and bare your teeth, the depths of your eyes are frightened.

The strike of the Maken, whose sound alone is valiant and is repelled with a boom, doesn’t even shake the hand armor.

The『Armor of Heavy Pressure (Stressor Armor)』 that is making my bones creak is absorbing my power, dully glowing and increasing in weight.

E=mc (square)

Energy is proportional to mass and speed.

You are totally lacking in weight, speed, resolve, and everything else.

「Gugaaaagaaaa!!!」

I slowly corner my opponent, who is backing away and swinging his greatsword around like a madman.

The attack – which is akin to a stick that’s swung around by a child throwing a tantrum, giving rise to reddish-black aura, making his hair stand and swelling up his muscles – is overly light.

The opponent, who is simply swinging his sword around in a frenzy, is inching closer to the barrier that separates the inside from the outside of the stage.

My mouth loosens up as the members of the opposing team are stunned with their mouth opened, simply looking up at us.

「Just you wait.」

Once I’ve crushed this pathetic flaring-up brat, it’ll be your turn next.

「Agaaagii!!」

「… Be quiet.」

Grabbing the wrist of the hand that is holding the sword, I make it go crack.

In comparison to Mikan-senpai who showed endurance in holding herself back from letting out a single word or even a moan, the pathetic shitty bug-like cry is repulsing.

Crushing both of his arms, I grab his face and lift him into the air.

I swing my fist, which is giving rise to a creaking sound that I don’t know what it is, grandly at the guy, who is blowing bubbles with his eyes rolling white.

The first one is a payback for Otoha-senpai, the rest is for Mikan-senpai.

And then, equal punishment for all of them!

「Alright. Stop, that’s it, that’s it!」

The stage wing of the opposing team.

As I give a sidelong glance at the boys who are falling on their backsides and pissing their pants, some cute wolf-girl is buzzing and waving her hands.

「Are you going out of control (overload)? If you get them as is, they won’t come back to life, you know? You’ll be locked up in a punishment cell and let to suffer from hunger, you know?」

「An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a pain for a pain.」

「Oh-oh, somehow you’re something like those of the Lex bunch. Well, whatever. When you’re going out of control and losing yourself, it’s a good idea to rely on your friends, you know? There, there, do look behind you.」

As I follow her fluttering cute gesture and look back, I see Seiichi and the others crossing their arms to make an X mark with a desperate look on their face.

I don’t know why, but it feels like water is going to sprinkle down on me from above.

I wonder if it is because of that image.

I get the feeling as if my burning violent emotion has suddenly calmed down.

It seems that, — I’ve gone and chosen the wrong path.

「That’s as far as you go… Haa, what a surprise. I never thought I’d be in charge of an over irregular.」

The referee, who lets out a sigh and is seemingly relieved, calls for rescue personnel.

「Now then, winning through even if you have to receive a penalty for making a pursuit after the end-of-match call? Or being eliminated instead of receiving the penalty, which one would you prefer?」

With the referee’s discretion, it seems that they’re offering us kindliness.

Our answer is a no-brainer.

「We’ll take the elimination.」

「Yes. You made the right decision….. Taishou match, over! The winner is the『Wanted Men (Wild Bunch)』, and the『Order of the Divine Workman (Adept Orders)』 are eliminated!」

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The huge sword that was being swung around was akin to a tornado that was giving rise to a storm.

The sword attack raised a roar as it was swung with all his might to the left, right and downward.

The huge, rugged, single-edged greatsword boasted a shape that of a machete that was increased in size to be longer, wider and thicker.

With its balance as a weapon deviating from the norm, it was a lump of iron for the purpose of none other than chopping.

The name of the sword was『Dull Meat Cleaver (Massive Butcher Blade)』.

It was a worthy spoils for the『Evil Oni (Lunatic)』, who used the overwhelming power produced by their madness as a weapon.

*Clank, clank, clank* The heavy strike unleashed from both right and left was being flicked like a twig.

In the midst of the storm of violence, the clashing metals and magical energies were giving off sparks.

Both arms, which were poised empty-handed, tore the air fluidly, like the ones in a karate demonstration.

Each time he took a step, and then another step forward with flat feet, the raging『Evil Oni (Lunatic)』 stepped back.

The space in which destruction and violence were raging was being devoured.

The tip of the sword, which seemed to be blown away just by coming into contact with them, was all struck down by the hand swords.

When the palm heel that was swiftly thrust out landed on the Oni’s chest, with that much alone, the sound of the bones twisting and cracking could be heard even from the outside of the stage.

Even if the sense of pain had been disabled with the skill of『Evil Oni (Lunatic)』, the damage that destroyed his flesh still caused him to vomit blood.

The sparse spectator seats were also abuzz, getting excited at the unexpected turn of events.

The greatsword, which made the air groan as it was swung around, was growing into an even heavier strike, ignoring the damage to his flesh.

The figure of him raising a war cry, making his hair stand on end, and gushing out tangible aura from his large body was like that of a real Oni.

However, the storm was also like a blowing gentle breeze, brushing off twigs of bushes.

The clanking exchange of blows that gave off sparks were turning into a cracking echo that struck the eardrums.

Advancing with a seemingly careless and unprotected step, crackling white snake-like electrical discharges were twining around both of the arms.

*Boom* The Evil Oni, having the armor crushed to bits and was blown away in the shape of『く』, come into contact with the field barrier.

The electrical discharges crackled and ran through the boundary of the barrier, either due to the effect of the repulsive force of the field or due to something else.

Letting go of the greatsword as the large body floated due to the fist that was once again struck into the stomach, the Evil Oni had both of his arms crushed.

The blows – which warped the field itself, one that sandwiched the flesh – echoed even to the outside of the stage like roaring thunder.

Wielding tyranny with the expression of rage, the mouth twisted as if he was in joy.

「Amazing.」

What overwhelmed violence was even more violence.

Crush the violence that was unreasonably imposed onto you with a violence on the level of unreasonableness, so was eloquently stated.

So jealous.

So he yearned from the bottom of his heart.

He was jealous, frustrated, envious.

If he had that kind of power, he wouldn’t feel such a miserable feeling.

「Amazing.」

Amazingly, enviable.

「Aah.」

Aah, aah, talk about, enviable.

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「Everyone, good work with the interclub tournament~.」

Raising her glass, Mikan-senpai takes the lead for a toast.

Reserving the dining hall of Asagi-sou after the evening meal period is over, it’s time for a closing party for the Orders of the Divine Workman (Adept Orders).

The schedule for the main tournament is not concluded yet, but for us the battle is already over.

In the end, we settled for a C rank, but quite the fair result, isn’t it?

Everyone did a great job.

「Good work to you too, Touma-san.」

Shizuka pours me a glass of bubbly grape juice, made by Rinko-senpai.

The hors d’oeuvres and sweets laid out on the table were prepared by Kurumi-senpai and Meiron-senpai.

Through habitually helping them out or something, the two of them have gotten close with the aunties who cook the food for us every day.

It seems that we got permission to use leftovers and ingredients from the refrigerator, so quite the home party feast has been laid out.