"All-encompassing Firewall!" Scara screams the name of his attacks, which is quite literally a firewall but coming from five different angles, all surrounding an inescapable;e attack that I brace for until I notice how Buster chuckles just to make his move against the walls.
"Let the mighty be HUMBLED! Earth-shattering wall!" Buster does a feat greater than most anime characters I've seen when he digs his hands into the ground so that he can pull out several walls made from rock and dirt in just a couple of seconds, shielding us from the firewalls as they explode after coming into contact with the dirt walls.
"Impressive, Buster, but I wonder how long you can stay in grade two. You're much older than your prime self. After all, maybe that version of you stood a chance against me. NOW DIE!" The enemy user doesn't even let me blink before his fist crosses Buster, throwing him against the house with a single strike.
The shattering speed of the guy named Scara was out of this world. How could someone like that even exist? I thought Buster was to be the strongest of them all, but could this guy be stronger!? How can that be? I am sure Buster isn't a weakling. "Now, what do I do with you? Should I take you dead or alive? I get the same reward either way."
The man's eyes feel like they pierce right through my soul as my body trembles in fear. I cannot move at all. I look at the man as he slowly walks toward me, with no sign from Buster. Now more easily visible, his clothes are those of a knight of sorts, perhaps of a spartan warrior from ancient times, as he did not wear too much armor.
"Tsk! Like hell I'll let you get me! I still have one more strategy up my sleeve! RUN AWAY!" I was not about to engage a guy strong enough to place Buster out of commission like heck I would; who do you think I am, a suicide bomber!? If I don't run away, he will kill me without a struggle!
Yet the man shatters all my hopes when I try to run away, and he almost instantly appears before me after I quickly turn around to run away from him. "Peasants like you stand no chance against the inescapable power of royalty! You are nothing but ants to us!" I feel fear and despair running through my veins. While trying to walk back, I feel a sudden sharp pain in my throat.
The guys showed me again why I wouldn't be able to beat anyone, not even with training; being invulnerable to magic is good, but physical weapons can still damage me. How ironic. I am about to die at the hands of a douche guy using a scythe, he will rip my neck off if I don't move away, but I can't even breathe while he holds me like this against a tree.
{ 決戦へ向かって撃て - Yugo Kanno}
It all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to react, and the reaction time of a normal person is around 120 milliseconds, which means that this guy moves faster than that. The blink of an eye takes around 100 to 150 milliseconds, which means this guy is so fast you would lose sight of him in literally the blink of an eye. How ironic.
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
"If I am going to die anyway, might I suggest you don't cut off my head?" Scara maniacally laughs as his scythe slowly digs into my neck from my right side, quickly splurting a lot of blood from the tiny cut as he continues to mock me.
"Why would I take your whole dead body with me? All I need is your head! But please cry louder! I enjoy seeing those fear-filled eyes and your desperation! They're great! Your moans of pain and your complete outer fear are delightful!"
I don't even get the chance to react before Scara quickly turns his scythe so he can cut off my right hand clean off with it, leaving behind a pool of blood as I scream in pain, looking at the sky, praying for a quick death. That's right, I can't win; I have no superpowers, super speed, or incredibly high luck, I can't win.
"Guess you won't be needing the other one either!" Scara mocks me again, so he goes ahead and slices my left hand as well, speeding up my bleeding by cutting my time in half. I would die any second now, this was shitty death, but at least I tried to make the best of it, damn.
"Uh?! How are you!? UGGHH!" Scara is taken by surprise by a bloodied Buster, who quickly throws the man away from me, using his body to tackle him to the ground as he screams at me. "GET OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE A VAMPIRE YOUR HANDS WILL HEAL OFF! JUST RUN!"
"HOW DARE YOU!?" Scara tries his best to get away from Buster, but my master doesn't let him move much as he uses probably all his strenght to restrain the man as I leave the scene because I didn't wish to die that day. Still, because I didn't have any hands now, I couldn't even pick up things to be prepared, so I did as I did the first time and ran without a plan AGAIN!
Why does this shit happen to me, man!? I am just trying to be a better person now that I've reincarnated, but this world wants me to be the evil guy who will eventually bite back, doesn't it?? Or perhaps the god controlling fate thinks I will keep cowering out of every situation?
All I do is run away all the time; I keep having to depend on others for my survival everywhere I've gone every time I've been alive. I've never fought back; I have always been a coward, but I don't want to anymore! I don't know what encouraged me to make such a radical move, but after sucking the blood off some dead rabbits, I left behind the day before, I ran back to where Scara and Buster kept fighting it out.
My hands quickly regenerate entirely thanks to the blood I take in, and I don't know why, but I boldly gun it toward the double bow and grab some arrows as I put all my trust in my body, which now obeyed me better than ever. My breath and heart rate slow down as I watch my master against the ground while I aim.
The nervousness in my body makes me tremble for a second, but I close my eyes just to remind myself of the cold truth about letting Buster die or of running away with no life skills. I am dead even if this guy doesn't kill me. It's the middle of the winter, and while I know how to make fire now, I wouldn't be able to make one unless I want to announce my presence.
In other words, I either fight here and die or run away and die; either way, I die! So I might as well go out fighting! Without much thought and having never shot a bow before, I do my best to aim at the guy's head as I calm my body down so I don't shake as much until I unconsciously let go of the arrow.
Seconds later, Scara's body twitches and stiffens up as I see a ton of blood splattered all over the ground coming from the man's head. Buster doesn't even question it or let the man fight back, even if he could quickly take away his scythe; he uses it to cut the man's head off.
Still, once I see the lifeless man's body, my heart feels heavy; I feel guilty about something all of a sudden. I know I've killed before, but it somehow felt different this time. It was like shooting the guy from behind was dirty or unjust, but I came to terms with it as I realized that I would have to do much more of that if I wanted to live.