Phew.... finally a meal.

　After the morning's class ended, Ryoma let out a deep breath and he pulled out his lunchbox from his bag.
　It was the lunchbox Asuka had made and left for him in the morning.
　The high school Ryoma attended had a lunch break of an hour from 12:00 to 1:00 p.m.
　He opened the door of the classroom as he held his lunchbox and a plastic tea bottle.

'Ryoma-kun are you going to eat on the roof again?　Would you like to join us on occasion?

　A classmate of mine is getting ready to eat lunch at her desk together when Ryoma comes over to talk to her.
　She's a moderately pretty girl with long hair and big eyes.
　Ryoma heard that voice and stopped at the entrance of the classroom.
　A hesitant expression appeared on his face for a moment, but he immediately turned to her and smiled back.

I'm sorry, I'll see you next time! Sorry, I'll see you next time!

　It's not that he doesn't want to eat with his classmates, but it's not that he doesn't want to eat with them.
　The reason Ryoma doesn't eat lunch with his classmates is simply because he doesn't want people to see his bento.
　After all, the bento that Asuka makes is too cute and doesn't fit his image. At least that's what he himself thought.

　There is a thing called "character bento" in the world.
　It is said that the mothers of the world pour their hearts and souls into making sure that the bento is as good as it can be, and Asuka was an expert at this.
　She had a wide range of variations, starting with Pikachu and ending with various characters, but honestly, Ryoma couldn't help but want her to stop making character bento for her own bento.
　Even though he was a high school student, having Pikachu's face written on his bento....
　It may be popular with the girls, but it will ruin the face of the men.
　However, Asuka, the producer of the film, didn't pay any attention to such male feelings.

　Until junior high school, there was no problem with the school lunches.
　However, when he entered high school, he had to bring his own lunchbox to school.
　It's a good thing that Asuka was the one who offered to make his lunchbox for him, since he had no parents and his grandfather wasn't the kind of person who wanted to make a lunch for him.
　He was surprised when he accepted the offer and opened his lunch box during his lunch break.

　(I still get chills...)
　Even now, Ryoma still shudders when he thinks back to this time.
　Thanks to the fact that he ate so desperately so as not to be seen, he managed to save his menace, but when he returned home, he called Asuka to protest, he was told that the next day's lunch would be a Hinomaru bento (one dried plum in the middle of white rice).
(Breakfast was terrible too.......only cornflakes and milk....)
　In the end, Ryoma had to hide his inner dissatisfaction and apologize to Asuka. This is how his bento became what is commonly referred to as a "character bento".

I always say next time.　Already ... good. But next time I'll make you come along for the ride, I promise!

　She said and puffed out her cheeks. It's a moderately adorable expression.
　But when Ryoma raised his right hand to worship her, she sat down in her chair, laughing.
　It's not like she's that adamant about it, apparently. Well, I guess you could say it's just a common high school student's social graces.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll go out with you next time!

　Whenever it's a nice day, Ryoma always eats on the rooftop and takes a nap until the doorbell chimes.

'Really, I'll see you later.'

　Ryoma called out to his classmates and left the classroom.


　It happened all of a sudden as Ryoma was walking up the stairs leading to the roof.
　Yes, this was where his hell was going to start.

　Huh!

Huh?

　The feeling of the floor disappears from under Ryouma's feet.
　Suddenly, his body begins to fall vertically.
　It's not that he stepped off the stairs. The board of the stairs that he was sure he was stepping on suddenly disappeared and fell straight down.
　He thrust his left hand forward and tried to regain his stance with his hand on the edge of the stairs, but the disappearance of the plank covered almost the entire staircase and his hand was unable to grab anything.
　Looking up, the light from the schoolhouse's fluorescent lights gradually faded.
　Finally, the light went out.
　He just kept falling through the pitch blackness.

''Huh?''

　Ryoma suddenly noticed something strange.
　Before he knew it, his body was surfacing instead of falling.

'Oh shit. Is this a dream or a hallucination? What's wrong with me?

　Ryoma mutters to himself.
　That would be true.
　Falling is not physically speaking impossible. It's unlikely, but that's because the floor could fall out in a school building collapse or something.
　But levitation is absolutely impossible. People cannot fly in the sky by themselves. No matter how much you train your body.

　Ryoma looked up.
　Before he knew it, he noticed the light pouring down from above him.
　The light that his body floated in became thicker and stronger.
　Then, Ryoma's body finally jumped out into the light.


''Where are you?''　This place ... there's supposed to be a place like this in the school ... no, right?

　To Ryoma, this place was supposed to be inside the school building, or at least on the grounds of the high school.
　So when faced with the temple-like space in front of him, he assumed it was one of the facilities within the school.
　But that perception of his was shattered the moment he saw the person in front of him.

　There were five men in front of Ryouma.
　One of them was an old man dressed in a pure white robe embroidered with gossamer gold and silver thread.
　But this wasn't much of a problem.
　What mattered was the way the remaining four men were dressed.
　Their height and physique were not much different from Ryoma's. They must be pretty well trained.
　If you look at the thickness of their arms and the development of their thighs, it's obvious that they are not amateurs.
　They were covered in metal armor, wearing an ancient Greek chorus-style helmet (a helmet with a chicken crown on the head and a T-shaped nose brace) and carrying an axe spear in their hands, the Halberd.
　Whether the helmet was genuine or not, I don't know. But Ryoma's eyes, which have handled seriousness in training with his grandfather, saw that the Halberd is an unmistakable tool for killing people.
　If that was the case, then it could be inferred that the swords they carried around their waists were also real.

　If it was only armor, Ryouma would have thought their outfit was a fancy dress costume.
　It's not that you can't buy them in Japan if you pay for them. No one would buy it, and even less would buy it and put it on, but at least the fact that there are people who wear it in real life was an understandable fact that happens in reality.
　But even if you don't think of this place as a different world, you can't help but be strongly aware of the fact that it's a place far removed from the everyday life you've lived.
　The reason is because everything about the axe spear pointed at him, the Halberd, was sharpened and serious. I don't think they are going to put together a real axe spear as a joke.
　First of all, I can't imagine a situation where I can point such a thing at you in Japan.
　Even if they were robbers or muggers, there is no way anyone would take the trouble to prepare a halberd. Knives and kitchen knives are the best you can get.

　And the murderous atmosphere directed at Ryoma from them was real.
　The same kind of atmosphere that my grandfather would hit me with. A tingling and stinging sensation on his skin.

(Oi oi, seriously... no... this guy is serious... these guys' eyes...)
　Something changes in Ryoma's mind. From the ordinary to the extraordinary.
　It was the moment when his ordinary life was broken.


'Ho?　Looks like the summons was a good one this time, doesn't it?

　The old man in the robe called out to the man standing next to him as he turned his attention to Ryoma.
　The man who spoke to him had a red tasseled helmet with an ornament on his helmet.
　Seeing that only one of them was somewhat luxurious, he must be their captain rank.

'No, Lord Gaius. It seems that it is too early to make that judgment. It's true that he's a great physique, but it's also possible that he's a sham... After all, there are less than a dozen or so people who have been summoned to become more than a hundred people to become things...''

　The two men's gazes shot through Ryoma. It's as if they're priced out of the goods lined up in the store.

Hmm. I'm sure you'll be able to find out if that's the case. I'm not going to be able to tell if it's useful or not until I've grown it.

　When he muttered that, the old man pointed at Ryojin with his chin.
　Following the signal, the three soldiers slowly walk up to Ryouma, holding out their halberds.

　What the purpose of these men is, Ryouma does not know.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this. And now, all of a sudden, they're holding a knife at you.
　It was impossible for him to understand. But as far as he was concerned, it was clear that it was not going to be a good thing for him.
　When you point a blade at someone else, it's a sign of malice.
　He looked around quickly in all directions, but there was no window anywhere that would provide an escape route. The only escape route is the iron door behind the old man.

　Ryoma had to make a choice to live.
　His grandfather's teachings came to his mind.
(To protect himself........)
　As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to have to accept something as far as I'm concerned, or I'm going to have to kill these people and get away with it.
　And since we don't know what's going on, we have to ask someone to explain it to us. Then there is only one option.
　The only one who would be the weakest is the old man in the robe, and he will kill the other four.
(This one is bare-handed, while the other one is wearing a long-handled weapon and armor... We're at a disadvantage if we don't jump at them head-on... We're in danger if we don't make sure we kill them through the air. ........)
　Of course, it's an unforgivable decision.
　As a modern person, that is a choice you should never make.
　But there was no hesitation on Ryojin's part. He had chosen the path of his own survival. Even if it was the bloody road to Shura.
　His brains would lead him to the answer with the highest probability of survival from the current situation.
　He erased the killing intent in his mind. Then he drops the lunch box in his hand on the floor and turns his big smile to the soldiers who are walking up to him.

　The soldiers are momentarily puzzled by Ryojin's smile directed at them.
　They, too, probably didn't expect a summoned person to smile at them.
　That would be true. It's like a kidnapped person laughing at their abductor.
　The soldiers are confused and stop walking. And that was exactly what Ryouma wanted to do.
　In the next moment, Ryoma ran up to the man who was standing on the far left of the three of them, bending his back, and plunged his index finger into the man's left eye up to the base.
　His finger stabbed deep into the gap between the eye and the eye socket.

''Geez!''

　A beastly scream erupted from the soldier's mouth.

　The eye is one of the most dangerous and fast-acting vital points in the human body.
　I'm sure you'll find that even a tiny speck of dust can make you feel intense pain, but Ryoma mercilessly gouged out this vital point.
　Ryoma didn't pull out his finger as it was, but hooked it into his eye socket and pushed his arm downward in one fell swoop.

　The soldiers' misfortune was that they were wearing armor and other items of clothing.
　No matter how much Ryoma, he could not kill four people by hitting them with his bare hands on top of their armor.
　So, it is necessary to aim for the vital point. And the quickest and most effective one is the eye.

　The soldier with his fingers in his eyes fell to the ground, screaming like an animal. His cervical vertebrae were exposed between his helmet and armor in front of Ryouma's eyes.
　A flowing motion. Ryoma drops a tame elbow to the defenseless man's neck, with Ryoma's full weight of over 100 kilograms on it.

　Gusha.

　A dull sound echoed through the hall, as if something watery had been smashed.
　It was the sound of Ryojin's weight fully hung on his elbow, crushing the bone in the soldier's neck.
　Blood bubbled out of the soldier's mouth as he lay on the floor as he was slammed to the floor.

　Ryoma drew his sword from the waist of the lying soldier and went to the remaining three men.

''Ora!''

　Boo.

　Ryoma threw the sword in his hand as he ran, throwing it with all his strength at the face of the soldier who was standing cowering in front of him.
　A look of surprise appeared on the soldier's face. He didn't expect them to throw their only weapon at him.
　He hurriedly flipped the axe spear 《Halberd》 he was pointing at Ryouma, and flicked the sword that flew at the hilt.
　But that was the action that Ryojin had aimed for.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find the best way to get the most out of this article.

　I'm sure there will be a gap somewhere, no matter how much armor you put over your body. And if you don't have a gap, you just have to create one.
　Ryoma slammed his right hand into the empty throat of the man.

　Gushuri.

　I can feel the man's airway being crushed in Ryoma's hand.
　He won't die instantly, but the only thing waiting for the man whose airway has been crushed is to die of suffocation.
　Ryoma quickly pulls a piercing hand out of the soldier and braces himself. There are three of them left, including the old man.

''Die!''

　Suddenly, an axe spear is thrust out from behind Ryoma.
　Ryoma grabbed the collapsed man by the throat and jumped over his shoulder. He used the man's body as a shield.

　Gash.

　A dull sound like the clashing of metal resounded. It was the sound of the blade of the axe spear 《Halberd》, thrust out with all its strength, piercing through the armor of the soldier whose throat had been crushed and who had fallen down, and stabbing into his body.
(Fool!)
　Ryoma rolled out from behind the man and drove the axe spear into the defenseless throat of the soldier as he struggled to pull out his halberd.

　The human body is surprisingly strong, if you pierce the body part too deeply, the blade can become stuck.
　The contraction of muscles is tougher than most people think. Moreover, the blade was even harder to pull out this time because it was pierced through the top of the armor.

(Two left.)
　Liang Shin's gaze glared at the two men standing there.
　The only two men left were a soldier who looked like a captain wearing an ornate helmet that was different from the rest of them, and an old man in robes.
　The captain tossed the axe spear in his hand to the floor and pulled out the sword at his waist.
　It seems that he saw Liang Shin's attack and decided that the smaller sword was more advantageous.
　The fourth one seems to be different from the ones we've seen so far. I guess he is still the captain of the soldiers.
　He was able to assess the situation at a minimum. The captain points the blade tip of his sword downward and holds it at his right side so that the sword is hidden by his body.

(Side stance you're not going to show the length of your sword you're going to slash us in one blow.)
　Ryouma looked at the captain's stance and knew exactly what he was aiming for.
　There are only two types of slashes that can be released from this stance.
　There are only two: a body slash that cleaves from right to left and a cut up from the right foot to the left shoulder.
　In order to carry out any other slashes, it would be necessary to re-position the sword once.
　That would be a fatal delay.

　The old man's muttering suddenly jumped into Ryoma's ears as he pondered what to do with the enemy in front of him.

''O God of Thunder!　God of the storm!

　I turn around and before I know it, an old man in a robe is holding out his hand to me and muttering something.

(Not good!)
　Ryouma had never heard of a Dharma technique until this time.
　But his survival instincts screamed out.
(Avoid!)
　In a spur of the moment decision, Ryoma runs to the captain, who is holding his sword.
　It's a gamble.
　The captain fired a slash from his right flank, aiming at Ryoma's body, and he turned his body around to slip to the captain's left to avoid it.
　To get behind the captain's body.

　Doga.

　Ryoma kicked the harassed captain's unprotected back.
　And then, he lay down on the spot.

''Crush my enemy as I ask!　The Twin Gods Dance, Boltstorm!

　Just as Ryoma fell to the ground, a storm released from the old man's hand struck him.