Chapter Chapter 17: RATH 17 TL: Eevee (1/2)
RATH 17
TL: Eevee
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3. And so the story begins. (1)
#1 Their story: The future hero’s struggles.
Hell returned at the tenth trial.
“Uwahahaha, is this the limits of your strength! If you’re my juniors you should get stronger!”
“Fufu, to think you could only amount to this much at just 50% of our power.”
“To think that there’s such a pathetic brat like you among the instructor’s disciples, shame on you!”
“That’s right, look at this No.1000. A perfect specimen of the instructor’s disciples! A great example of the biological truth that bitches beget bitches!”
Because of the instructor’s ex-disciple rushing in all of a sudden I heard and understood that these are a fusion of doppelgangers and homunculi, and were more or less golems that imitated our previous generation’s seniors.
Even that their strength was at least 50% weaker than the originals, and that only the memories were copied so that we couldn’t suddenly expect a jump in skills.
But. They were still strong. And the most important thing was.
“Do you have no shame fighting three on seven?!”
“Hahaha, if future villains would be ashamed of just that, then that would be something to be ashamed about!”
“Did you not hear from the instructor? The first strike is crucial. Tunnels are truth. If you’d been learning for at least two years in then you’d understand this.”
“If you are angry, resent your cohorts’ talents that only three of you passed.”
We’re too short on numbers.
We are three. Compared to us, they have seven. Their skills are tough enough to begin with, but we’re short on numbers as well.
The archdevil that No.17 summoned was sealed and left crying in a corner in just two seconds.
That giant body was nothing more than a sandbag that breathed fire and got beaten.
I always wondered why those evil and strong devils couldn’t conquer the world that humans like us were the main strength of, but he was an bodily example of just why that was.
“We wouldn’t know since we haven’t even been a year!”
Signature move, Sky Slash!
The single strike that came with focusing all my mana onto a single point, the instructor told me that when complete, although he didn’t know about the sky, it could definitely split clouds.
Although I don’t really know if it’s true, it’s currently my strongest move that could even dice an archdevil.
“Sky Slash? He really is a just first year.”
“It is if he doesn’t know there’s a counter for that. Heaven’s Return(回天)”
And it was returned so easily.
“H, how?!”
“Moron. Did you think that that instructor would teach someone a technique without a counter?”
“Plus your sword path is too linear, too upright. Did you actually expect us to get hit by that?”
“He’s still a first year. We took us two years to learn this. Idiot. Ah, now that I think about it these kids are dangerous. We weren’t even here in our first year.”
“That’s true. They are dangerous.”
“”””So let’s step on them here.””””
“Damnnn… iiit!”
“No.1, you blabbermouth!”
With two people’s shouts the intensity of the attacks rose.
Is this really just 50% power? I feel like it’s a lie but considering the power of the two seniors we’ve seen in person the conclusion is that it’s not a lie.
Although one used a weird weapon, she made me unable to even resist, and the other took down the three of us handily. And before that they all have issues with their personalities.
If they were normal, they should help teach their juniors to help them grow, not crush them because they were better!
“What, you’re just trying to kill us now, aren’t you?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You won’t die. Hm… probably.”
“What the heck’s the probably!”
The swords, spears, magic, all followed different paths than they did previously.
Meaning each and every one of their strikes were being aimed at my critical points. Especially.
“Do you have no shame as a woman!”
“The instructor told me that this place was the most critical so it doesn’t matter!”
That Intelligence vice-director! This person was a devil even in the old days!
Unlike the others she only aims at one place. And only! Me!
“Why are you only targeting me!”
“Ha, what an obvious question? It’s because only men have those bits!”
“S, stop! Kuk?”
The moment I blocked the twelve magic shots aimed at my genitals, someone else struck my side.
“Hm, until you give up on that area, your defeat is certain.”
“You crazy bastard, Sia that lunatic bitch is aiming for only that area, do you think you could?”
“I can’t. Mm. To be honest aiming for that place even though the instructor is a man, same as us, is he even human?”
“Ha, this little shit. You’re asking for common sense. Does he look like a person to you? Not even devils could stand up to the instructor?”
Really, it looks like these assholes have truly absorbed the instructor’s teachings.
How is it that like master like disciple, neither stop to talk when they’re beating someone up?
Wasn’t it agreed on that no one touched the hero or the demon king during a conversation? When you look at the stories not even when they have the world on the line they don’t hit each other when they’re talking, but these assholes hit people really damn well.
“That thingy. That thingy. That thingy.”
“Stop it you crazy bitch!”
“Oi kid, be grateful. Normally she charges in with peOOO, it took us a lot of struggles and hardship to get her to change it.”
“Yeah. She used to come running at us muttering that to the point where we had to wonder is this sexual harassment? Is this a mental attack? It was awful. To be honest it was shameful as hell.”
“The instructor probably taught her that knowing all this. To the point that even we were shocked despite the fact we went through all sorts of shit under the instructor. But it was effective, wasn’t it?”
“Shut up and stop hitting me!”
My whole body hurts. It hurts. But it’s even harder mentally.
Did they use ghosts that died because they couldn’t talk or something, they keep on chattering away.
It can’t end like this. I need to either retreat or see this through to the end. And I chose the latter.
“Take this for si… kuuk!”
“that thiinngyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
“…God of hell Helena, many children are headed for your embrace, please send them to a better place.”
“Great goddess of light Sermir, may your brilliance give hope to these poor souls.”
In my whitening vision, I saw the male figures making a holy sign and praying, and that marked the end of my memories of the first attempt at the tenth trial.
And after we replayed this scene a few more times afterwards.
We improved.
“Thingy!”
“Th, this evil god’s apostle!”
“Kurk, as expected of the instructor’s disciple!”
Pathetic screames echoed.
In a month.
We learned a lot of things.
Like No.1000 who learned to target just the enemies genitals.
“Selfdestruct, Surtr.”
“This damn owwnneeeeeeerrr!”
No.17, who strapped all sorts of explosives to the archdevil who annihilated a world as a reusable suicide bomber.
“You crazy bitch, snap out of it!”
“You crazy bitch, where the hell are you aiming friendly fire at!”
“Die for me!”
Or me who sneaked into the instructor’s room and made a deal with the Intelligence vice-director with the instructor’s clothes that I snuck out and turned that 7:3 fight to a 6:4.
“You little shit!”
“What a splendid complement, thank you, senior.”
To be honest I deserved to be acknowledged for that.